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“Some debts can only be paid with a wife’s body.”

Novelist Casanova

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The Price of Gold

“Some debts can only be paid with a wife’s body.”

Story:
In the bustling streets of Chennai, Rajesh and his beautiful, devoted wife Sudha finally complete their dream home — only to face a devastating truth: the ancestral gold she pledged as collateral is about to be auctioned forever.
With no money, no help from family or friends, and time running out, a charming young man named Naresh from America becomes their last desperate hope.
What begins as innocent “sisterly” affection soon spirals into a dark, shameless bargain. To save her family’s legacy, Sudha is forced to offer the only currency she has left — her body.
As Rajesh watches his once-modest wife slowly strip, tease, and surrender herself — first in her bra and panties, then completely naked — he discovers a forbidden excitement he can no longer control.
A raw, emotional, and intensely erotic tale of love, sacrifice, shame, and overwhelming cuckold pleasure — where one woman’s body becomes the ultimate price to protect her family’s honor.

The Price of Gold

I am the luckiest man in the world.
Because I am married to Sudha — my beautiful, devoted wife.
My wife is a beautiful and hot Tamil beauty. My wife has a gorgeous face with high cheekbones that catch every ray of light. My wife possesses large expressive eyes framed by thick long eyelashes that make her gaze pull me in deep. My wife owns full plump lips that part so sensually when she smiles or speaks. My wife displays a sharp defined jawline that gives her face perfect structure and strength. My wife carries an elegant long neck that flows gracefully into her shoulders. Every time my wife looks at me, her beautiful face lights up with warmth and desire.
My wife stands tall with a voluptuous body built for pure lust. My wife owns massive heavy boobs that strain hard against the front hooks of her blouse. My wife's boobs jiggle with every small movement she makes. My wife has wide fertile hips that sway seductively when she walks in her saree. My wife possesses thick juicy thighs that rub together under her petticoat and saree. My wife carries a deep inviting navel that shows clearly when she dbangs her saree pallu low on her hips. My wife owns plump round ass cheeks that push out prominently over the saree, making the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the saree.
My wife moves with natural grace, yet every step sends ripples through her boobs and ass cheeks. When my wife bends forward, her massive boobs hang heavy inside the blouse with nipples poking hard over the blouse. When my wife turns, her plump ass cheeks jiggle softly, making me want to grab them immediately. My wife keeps her long black hair tied in a loose bun that lets a few strands fall over her beautiful face. The mangalsutra rests deep between her massive boobs as a constant reminder that this goddess belongs to me.
I feel endless luck every single day, because my wife chose me as her husband. My wife wakes up every morning and ties her saree low on her hips so her deep navel stays exposed for my eyes. My wife hooks her blouse tightly in the front so her boobs push forward invitingly. My wife adjusts her mangalsutra between her boobs and smiles at me with those full plump lips. My wife lets me watch her every move, knowing how badly I crave her pussy and boobs and ass cheeks. No man could ask for a hotter, more desirable wife than my wife. Her beautiful Tamil face combined with her massive boobs, wide hips, and plump ass cheeks makes her the perfect Tamil wife who drives me wild with lust every single night.
I thank the gods daily for giving me my wife as my wife. Her large expressive eyes look at me with complete devotion. Her full plump lips kiss me with raw passion. Her voluptuous body with heavy boobs and juicy thighs and plump ass cheeks satisfies every filthy desire I carry inside. My wife is my everything, and I am truly the luckiest man because she is mine.

My wife has the most beautiful face that makes my cock throb every time I look at her. My wife’s face is a perfect mix of innocent wife beauty and raw sensual invitation. My wife owns large expressive dark eyes that shine with deep desire whenever she looks straight at me. Those large eyes are framed by thick long black eyelashes that flutter slowly when my wife feels shy or aroused. My wife has high prominent cheekbones that give her face a strong regal look and make her smile even more captivating. My wife’s full plump lips are naturally dark pink and look so kissable that I always imagine them wrapped around my cock. Those lips part slightly when my wife breathes heavier and they glisten with natural moisture making them look ready for filthy acts.
My wife displays a sharp defined jawline that flows smoothly into her elegant long neck creating a perfect frame for her beautiful face. When my wife smiles her full plump lips stretch wide revealing even white teeth and the corners of her mouth lift in a way that sends lust straight to my balls. My wife’s nose is sharp and elegant adding perfect balance to her high cheekbones and large expressive eyes. My wife has smooth wide forehead that shines slightly when sweat forms during our hot nights together. Her eyebrows are thick and perfectly arched giving her face an intense seductive expression even when she is simply cooking in the kitchen.
Every small movement of my wife’s face drives me wild with lust and also fills me with sharp jealousy. In the market other men stop and stare openly at my wife’s large expressive dark eyes and full plump lips. Their hungry gazes linger on her high prominent cheekbones and sharp defined jawline making my blood boil with possessiveness. At the temple priests and young boys turn their heads to watch my wife’s beautiful face as she prays with those thick long black eyelashes lowered modestly. Yet I catch them stealing glances at her full plump lips and I feel a hot wave of jealousy because I know they are imagining those lips moaning under them. Even our neighbours’ sons linger near our gate just to catch a glimpse of my wife’s face when she steps out with her elegant long neck held high and her large expressive eyes sparkling.
My wife’s face is so seductive that even simple acts like adjusting her saree pallu make her full plump lips part and her large expressive eyes half close in pleasure. I can stare at my wife’s beautiful face for hours imagining how it will look when she cums hard with another man’s cock buried in her pussy. Her beautiful face combines innocence and filth in the most arousing way possible and that thought always mixes my love with burning jealousy. Other men in Chennai streets whisper about my wife’s large expressive eyes and full plump lips when she walks past them and I clench my fists knowing they crave what is mine alone.
Now let me describe my wife’s body features that make her an even more dangerous temptation. My wife owns massive heavy boobs that are so large and full they strain hard against the front hooks of her blouse every single day. Those massive boobs jiggle heavily with every small step my wife takes and the nipples poke hard over the blouse when she moves. My wife has wide fertile hips that flare out dramatically giving her a perfect hourglass shape that sways seductively in her saree. My wife possesses thick juicy thighs that rub together sensually under her petticoat and saree creating a soft rhythmic sound only I am supposed to notice. My wife carries a deep inviting navel that stays exposed whenever she dbangs her saree pallu low on her wide hips and that deep navel looks ready to collect drops of sweat during hot fucking sessions.
My wife owns plump round ass cheeks that push out prominently over the saree making the panty line clearly visible over her ass cheeks over the saree. Those plump ass cheeks jiggle and bounce with every step and I often catch other men staring at my wife’s ass cheeks when she walks ahead of me. My wife has a soft rounded belly that flows perfectly into her wide hips and her entire lower body looks built for deep hard breeding. When my wife bends forward to pick something her massive boobs hang heavy inside the blouse swinging like ripe fruits while her plump ass cheeks stretch the saree tight over them. My wife’s body is voluptuous and fertile with heavy boobs, wide hips, thick thighs, and plump ass cheeks that scream raw sexual power.
Every part of my wife’s body attracts lustful eyes and fills me with jealousy. Men in the neighbourhood watch her massive boobs bounce inside the blouse and her plump ass cheeks jiggle over the saree when she walks to the market. Their eyes roam over her deep navel and wide hips making me want to hide her from the world. Yet at the same time this jealousy makes my cock harder because I know this perfect body with its massive boobs and plump ass cheeks is mine to fuck every night. My wife’s body features combined with her beautiful face make her the ultimate forbidden fantasy for other men while she remains my loyal wife.
My wife is blessed with the kind of facial beauty and voluptuous body that turns heads everywhere yet she saves all that sensuality only for our married life. Her large expressive eyes sparkle with love and lust mixed together. Her full plump lips look perpetually ready for deep kisses and dirty whispers. Her sharp defined jawline and high cheekbones create shadows on her face that make her look even more seductive. I thank every god that this beautiful face with its perfect combination of large expressive eyes, full plump lips, high cheekbones and sharp jawline along with her massive heavy boobs, wide fertile hips, thick juicy thighs, deep navel, and plump round ass cheeks belongs to me as my loyal wife even as the jealous fire inside me burns hotter knowing other men crave every inch of her.

My wife has the most beautiful face that makes my cock throb every time I look at her. My wife’s face is a perfect mix of innocent wife beauty and raw sensual invitation. My wife owns large expressive dark eyes that shine with deep desire whenever she looks straight at me. Those large eyes are framed by thick long black eyelashes that flutter slowly when my wife feels shy or aroused. My wife has high prominent cheekbones that give her face a strong regal look and make her smile even more captivating. My wife’s full plump lips are naturally dark pink and look so kissable that I always imagine them wrapped around my cock. Those lips part slightly when my wife breathes heavier and they glisten with natural moisture making them look ready for filthy acts.
My wife displays a sharp defined jawline that flows smoothly into her elegant long neck creating a perfect frame for her beautiful face. When my wife smiles her full plump lips stretch wide revealing even white teeth and the corners of her mouth lift in a way that sends lust straight to my balls. My wife’s nose is sharp and elegant adding perfect balance to her high cheekbones and large expressive eyes. My wife has smooth wide forehead that shines slightly when sweat forms during our hot nights together. Her eyebrows are thick and perfectly arched giving her face an intense seductive expression even when she is simply cooking in the kitchen.
Every small movement of my wife’s face drives me wild with lust and also fills me with sharp jealousy. In the market other men stop and stare openly at my wife’s large expressive dark eyes and full plump lips. Their hungry gazes linger on her high prominent cheekbones and sharp defined jawline making my blood boil with possessiveness. At the temple priests and young boys turn their heads to watch my wife’s beautiful face as she prays with those thick long black eyelashes lowered modestly. Yet I catch them stealing glances at her full plump lips and I feel a hot wave of jealousy because I know they are imagining those lips moaning under them. Even our neighbours’ sons linger near our gate just to catch a glimpse of my wife’s face when she steps out with her elegant long neck held high and her large expressive eyes sparkling.
My wife’s face is so seductive that even simple acts like adjusting her saree pallu make her full plump lips part and her large expressive eyes half close in pleasure. I can stare at my wife’s beautiful face for hours imagining how it will look when she cums hard with another man’s cock buried in her pussy. Her beautiful face combines innocence and filth in the most arousing way possible and that thought always mixes my love with burning jealousy. Other men in Chennai streets whisper about my wife’s large expressive eyes and full plump lips when she walks past them and I clench my fists knowing they crave what is mine alone.
Now let me describe my wife’s voluptuous body and the way she dbangs her clothes slowly and sensually, layer by layer, making every piece look tempting and forbidden. My wife owns massive heavy boobs that are so large and full they strain hard against the front hooks of her blouse every single day. Those massive boobs jiggle heavily with every small step my wife takes and the nipples poke hard over the blouse when she moves. My wife has wide fertile hips that flare out dramatically giving her a perfect hourglass shape that sways seductively when dbangd in a saree. My wife possesses thick juicy thighs that rub together sensually under her petticoat and saree creating a soft rhythmic sound only I am supposed to notice. My wife carries a deep inviting navel that stays fully exposed because she always dbangs her saree pallu well below her navel on her wide hips.
My wife starts with the saree. She wraps the saree sensually low around her wide hips, letting the soft folds fall well below her deep navel. The saree pallu dbangs loosely over her massive boobs but she adjusts it teasingly so her deep navel and a large part of her soft rounded belly remain completely bare and inviting. The saree clings to her plump round ass cheeks, making the panty line clearly visible over her ass cheeks over the saree. Every time she takes a step the saree shifts and her plump ass cheeks jiggle under the thin layer, tempting every eye around her.
Next comes the blouse. My wife hooks the front hooks of her blouse one by one, pulling the tight blouse over her massive heavy boobs. The blouse struggles to contain her boobs, squeezing them upward so they push forward aggressively and the nipples poke hard over the blouse. The deep neckline of the blouse reveals the upper curves of her boobs, making them look even heavier and more tempting. When she moves, her boobs bounce and jiggle inside the blouse, the front hooks straining with every breath.
Then she ties the petticoat. My wife ties the petticoat very low on her wide hips, well below her navel, so it sits just above her pussy. The petticoat hugs her thick juicy thighs and plump round ass cheeks tightly, creating soft ripples under the saree whenever she walks or bends. This low tying makes her deep navel and soft rounded belly stay fully exposed above the petticoat, adding to the sensual tease of her body.
Under the blouse my wife wears a bra. It is the regular Indian bra every Indian woman wears, with hooks at the back. The bra holds her massive heavy boobs firmly yet the weight makes the bra straps dig into her shoulders and the cups overflow slightly at the sides. When I unhook the front hooks of her blouse the bra comes into view cupping her massive boobs tightly. The nipples press hard against the bra cups and poke through clearly. The bra gets soaked with sweat between her boobs during hot days and the hooks at the back strain to hold the heavy load of her boobs.
Finally, under the petticoat and saree my wife wears panties. They are the regular Indian panties every Indian woman wears. The panties hug her wide hips and plump round ass cheeks snugly, the thin waistband sitting low just under her deep navel. The panties cup her pussy tightly and stretch over her plump ass cheeks so that the panty line becomes sharply visible over her ass cheeks over the saree with every movement. When my wife walks the panties shift sensually against her pussy lips and ass cheeks, the crotch growing damp from sweat and hidden arousal. The elastic edges dig gently into her thick juicy thighs. When she tugs her panties down her thick juicy thighs slowly, they often stick slightly to her damp pussy lips before sliding down, revealing her pussy and plump round ass cheeks completely.
Every layer my wife wears, the saree dbangd well below her navel, the tight blouse struggling with her massive boobs, the low petticoat, the bra holding her heavy boobs, and the panties hugging her pussy and ass cheeks, attracts lustful eyes and fills me with jealousy. Men in the neighbourhood watch her massive boobs bounce inside the blouse and her plump ass cheeks jiggle over the saree when she walks to the market. Their eyes roam over her deep navel and wide hips making me want to hide her from the world. Yet at the same time this jealousy makes my cock harder because I know this perfect tempting body is mine to fuck every night. My wife’s voluptuous body, dressed layer by layer in this slow sensual way, makes her the ultimate forbidden fantasy for other men while she remains my loyal wife.]]> The Price of Gold

“Some debts can only be paid with a wife’s body.”

Novelist Casanova

The Price of Gold

“Some debts can only be paid with a wife’s body.”

The Price of Gold

By Novelist Casanova

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The Gas Agency

By Novelist Casanova

The Gas Agency

Chapter 1: The Cheap Lodge

It was early in the morning at around 6 AM inside a cheap lodge outside Bangalore. The power cut had lasted all night so the old rusty fan above the bed stayed completely still. Sweat covered every inch of my naked body and the old man’s naked body as we lay tangled on the dirty bed. The room smelled thickly of stale sweat mixed with old cum and cheap country liquor.
The lodge itself was filthy. Broken tiles on the floor had dark stains from years of use. Walls had cracks with black mold growing in them. A single dim bulb hung from the ceiling giving weak yellow light. The bed sheets were old and crumpled with dried cum spots from previous customers. Cockroaches crawled slowly near the bathroom door that had no proper lock. Outside the window I could hear stray dogs barking and early morning lorries passing on the dusty road leading back to the city.
The old man lay heavy on top of me hugging me tight in his sleep. He was dark skinned, ugly and old. His wrinkled face had deep lines and a few missing teeth showed when his mouth hung open in sleep. Grey hairs stuck to his sweaty black chest and his fat black belly crushed against my stomach. His limp cock rested sticky against my pussy lips with dried cum coating the head and shaft making my pussy lips feel slick and used. His balls pressed sweaty and heavy between my thighs their loose black skin sticking to my inner thighs from the long hours of fucking. His arms wrapped around my body holding me close while my own arms were around his neck in the position we had fallen asleep after last night’s long fucking.
His fat black belly rose and fell slowly against my soft stomach with every breath he took. Beads of sweat rolled from his grey hairy black chest and dripped directly onto my boobs sliding down the valley between my boobs and collecting in my navel. His limp cock lay nestled right between my pussy lips the sticky head kissing my clit every time he shifted even slightly in sleep. I could feel the warmth of his balls pressing firmly against my pussy lips and the leftover cum from multiple loads still leaking slowly out of my pussy mixing with fresh sweat and making my thighs glisten.
My boobs were crushed under his black chest my nipples hard and sensitive from being sucked and pinched all night. Sweat trickled from my nipples and ran down the sides of my boobs as I breathed. My mangalsutra was trapped between our sweaty bodies the gold chain sticking to my skin and his ugly black chest. Every small movement made his limp cock rub gently along my pussy lips sending tiny jolts through my sore clit. His black balls felt warm and heavy resting right against my wet pussy lips reminding me how deep he had shoved his cock into my pussy again and again until I could not stop cumming. The thick smell of his sweat mixed with the sharp scent of his cum leaking from my pussy filled my nose with every breath. My pussy lips throbbed around the head of his limp cock still feeling the stretch from hours of being fucked hard. His black chest hair rubbed against my boobs and his black belly sweat mixed with my stomach sweat.
I Sudha felt panic rising inside me. I needed to get out of this filthy cheap lodge as quickly as possible and return home to my husband Rajesh and my three sons. My heart pounded with tension because if the old man woke up he would definitely want to fuck my pussy again. He would curse himself that he should have enjoyed my pussy more thoroughly last night even though he had already fucked me for hours. I could not let that happen. I had to leave now before he opened his eyes.
At home Rajesh and my three sons believed I had gone to the temple with the old man’s wife and daughters for an early morning special pooja. That was the story I had told them yesterday evening so they would not worry or suspect anything. Rajesh had nodded without doubt because he trusted me completely as his loyal wife. My sons had kissed my cheeks and wished me safe travel. The lie weighed heavy on my heart but it gave me the cover I needed for this secret night.
The old man stirred slowly in his half sleep. His arms tightened around my body hugging me even tighter. His black chest crushed my boobs harder as he pulled me closer. His limp cock pressed firmer between my pussy lips. He whispered in a sleepy rough voice. "Sudha do not get up yet. Stay like this. I want to feel your body more."
I hugged him tight with my arms around his neck pretending I liked him. I kissed his wrinkled black cheek softly. He immediately started kissing all over my neck and then my cheek sucking and licking my skin while his hands squeezed my boobs. His rough lips moved hungrily as he murmured in half sleep. "Last night was so good Sudha. I enjoyed making love to your pussy so much. Your pussy gripped my cock so tightly every time I pushed deep. You are too good in bed."
I listened with heavy guilt in my heart for Rajesh but pretended to be horny and caring. I moaned softly and whispered. "You were too good. You fucked my pussy so well. I loved how your cock filled my pussy completely. You made me cum so many times."
He kissed my cheek again and then my neck harder while squeezing my ass cheeks. "I love you Sudha. You are the wife I would have married if I got the chance. If you were my wife I would have enjoyed your pussy and your boobs every single day. I would have kept you happy and fucked you every night."
I continued pretending with a soft moan even as guilt twisted inside me and urgency to rush home burned in my chest. "I also enjoyed it a lot. You were amazing. But my husband Rajesh will be waiting for me at home. I have to reach soon."
He kept kissing my cheek and neck while murmuring sleepily, his voice thick with tiredness yet still horny for me. "Do not worry Sudha. Your husband thinks you are with my wife and daughters at the temple for the early morning pooja. He will not suspect anything. Stay a little longer with me. I want you here. I love having your body next to me."
I whispered back still hugging him tight while my mind screamed to escape. "I need to use the washing room for a minute. Let me clean my pussy a little."
He mumbled in half sleep while still kissing my cheek, his grip weak from exhaustion but his words full of desire. "Okay but only few minutes. After that I will drop you in my car. I do not want you to go alone. I want you to stay with me longer."
I whispered. "No need. I can go home in my Activa. It is parked outside. You rest. I will manage."
He kept murmuring sleepily, fighting to stay awake because he wanted me near him. "Go after few minutes. Do not go now. I love you Sudha. Stay close to me." His grip loosened slightly as he fell back into deep sleep.
I waited with racing heart until his breathing became heavy and steady again. Every second felt like torture. My body was desperate to run home to Rajesh and my sons, yet I had to move with extreme care so he would not wake up and pull me back for more.
Only when I was completely sure he was in deep sleep did I start moving extremely slowly. I eased his arms off my hips little by little while keeping every movement soft and silent. His sweaty cock dragged across my pussy lips as I shifted and more cum leaked out from my pussy down my thighs. My breath stayed trapped in my throat. One wrong move and he would open his eyes and grab me again.
He did not wake up this time. I continued my careful struggle. I slid one arm from around his neck and pushed gently at his fat black belly while my other hand eased his arm away from my ass cheeks. Sweat poured down my back and between my ass cheeks making my naked body slippery. My heart hammered so loudly I was scared he could hear it.
Finally after long careful minutes I managed to roll him onto his side. His ugly naked body flopped onto the stained sheet still breathing heavy with exhaustion. His black skin shone with sweat and his limp cock lay wet against his thigh with cum residue on it. I sat up on the edge of the dirty bed my naked ass cheeks pressing against the crumpled sheet. Sweat dripped from my nipples onto my thighs. My pussy lips felt sore and swollen. Fresh cum slowly trickled from my pussy mixing with the sweat on my thighs. My mangalsutra stuck to my sweaty boobs reminding me of Rajesh and my sons waiting at home.
I looked at the ugly old man still sleeping naked beside me. His fat belly rose and fell and his cock twitched once more as if dreaming of fucking my pussy again. Tension filled every inch of my body because I knew I had only a few minutes before he might wake up and demand more of my pussy. I stood up from the bed as quietly as possible. My pussy still leaked his cum as I moved carefully towards the small attached bathroom.
Every extra second here increased the risk of the old man waking up and pulling me back onto the bed to fuck my pussy again.

I stood up from the dirty bed as quietly as possible. My pussy still leaked his cum as fresh drops of his semen slowly trickled down my pussy lips and along my inner thighs. My mangalsutra swung gently between my boobs with every careful step I took.
I bent down slowly near the edge of the bed and picked up my clothes one by one. First I grabbed my maroon colour panties. The thin maroon panties felt slightly damp from last night’s sweat and cum. I held the maroon panties in my hand and felt the sticky wetness still clinging near the crotch area where my pussy had soaked the maroon panties completely.
Next I picked up my white bra. My nipples were still hard and sensitive as I looked at the white bra cups that had been pulled down so many times during the night.
Then I gathered my yellow petticoat, my yellow blouse and finally my yellow saree. The bright yellow saree was crumpled on the floor with faint white cum stains visible near the lower border where his cock had rubbed against the yellow saree while he was fucking me.
Carrying all my clothes in my arms — my maroon panties, white bra, yellow petticoat, yellow blouse and yellow saree — I walked naked towards the small attached bathroom. My boobs jiggled softly with each step. My ass cheeks swayed gently as I moved. Fresh cum continued to leak from my pussy and ran down my thighs in slow sticky trails. Every drop reminded me of how deeply the old man had filled my pussy last night.
I stepped inside the tiny filthy bathroom and closed the door behind me as softly as I could. The bathroom was small and dirty with stained walls and a cracked mirror. A weak stream of water came from the tap. I stood there completely naked holding my maroon panties, white bra, yellow petticoat, yellow blouse and yellow saree close to my chest. My pussy lips still throbbed and felt swollen while more of his cum slowly dripped out of my pussy onto the dirty bathroom floor.
My heart was racing with urgency to get dressed and leave this place before the old man woke up again, but for a brief moment I stood there feeling the cool morning air on my naked boobs, nipples, pussy and ass cheeks.
I stood inside the tiny filthy bathroom holding my maroon panties, white bra, yellow petticoat, yellow blouse and yellow saree close to my chest. My pussy lips still throbbed and felt swollen while more of his cum slowly dripped out of my pussy onto the dirty floor.
I quickly hung all my clothes on the rusty nail fixed on the bathroom wall. The maroon panties dangled first, then the white bra, followed by the yellow petticoat, yellow blouse and finally the yellow saree. The clothes swayed slightly as I let them go.
On the small shelf near the tap I saw a used tube of toothpaste and a small half-used Medimix soap. I squeezed a little bit of the used toothpaste onto my index finger. The paste felt cool and slightly gritty on my fingertip. I opened my mouth and started brushing my teeth with my finger. I rubbed the paste thoroughly over my upper teeth, then my lower teeth, moving my index finger in small circles inside my mouth. I scrubbed my tongue and the roof of my mouth as well, making sure every corner was cleaned. The minty taste spread quickly as I continued brushing vigorously with my finger for a few seconds. Finally I bent down, took water in my palm from the tap and rinsed my mouth clean multiple times, spitting out the water until my mouth felt fresh.
Urgency burned inside me. I had to finish fast and leave before the old man woke up.
I turned on the tap and let the weak stream of water fall over my body. I started bathing hurriedly from head to toe. First I wet my hair completely, letting water run down my neck and over my boobs. I took the small Medimix soap and rubbed it quickly between my palms to create lather. I applied the soap all over my boobs, squeezing and rubbing my boobs in fast circular motions so the lather covered my nipples completely. The soap made my nipples tingle as I washed them.
I moved lower and soaped my stomach and navel, pushing my finger inside my navel to clean it properly. Then I lathered my hips and ass cheeks, spreading my ass cheeks slightly with one hand while rubbing the soap over my asshole and between my ass cheeks. Water mixed with soap ran down the curve of my ass cheeks.
My hands moved even faster between my thighs. I soaped my pussy lips thoroughly, rubbing the lather over my swollen pussy lips and clit. I slid my soapy fingers along my pussy to wash away the sticky cum that was still leaking out. I cleaned deep between my pussy lips making sure every trace of his cum was removed while the water rinsed everything away. My pussy felt sensitive and warm under my hurried fingers.
I quickly soaped my thighs, knees and calves, then bent down to wash my feet. Water splashed everywhere as I rinsed my entire body from head to toe in quick, urgent strokes. Soap suds mixed with leftover cum swirled down the drain.
My heart kept racing the whole time. Every second I spent in the bathroom felt dangerous. I knew the old man could wake up any moment and come looking for my pussy again. I finished bathing as fast as I could, my wet boobs, pussy and ass cheeks glistening under the weak bathroom light.
I was desperate to get dressed and escape this filthy lodge before it was too late.
I finished bathing as fast as I could. Water still dripped from my wet boobs, nipples, pussy and ass cheeks. I grabbed the cheap thin towel hanging on the hook and quickly towelled myself. I rubbed the rough towel over my boobs, squeezing them lightly to dry the water between my boobs. I moved the towel down my stomach and navel, then bent slightly to dry my ass cheeks and between my thighs. I wiped my pussy lips carefully, feeling the towel brush against my still-sensitive clit. Finally I dried my thighs and legs in hurried strokes.
Still slightly damp, I reached for my clothes hanging on the rusty nail. I picked up my maroon panties first. The maroon panties felt cool in my hand. I bent down and held the maroon panties open with both hands. I lifted my right leg first and slowly slid my right foot through the right leg hole of the maroon panties. The elastic edge glided up along my right calf and over my right thigh. Then I lifted my left leg and slid my left foot through the left leg hole. I pulled the maroon panties steadily up my thighs. The maroon panties hugged my ass cheeks as I tugged them higher. I adjusted the waistband around my hips and pulled the crotch of the maroon panties snugly against my pussy lips. The fabric of the maroon panties pressed firmly over my pussy, covering my clit and pussy lips completely. A small wet patch immediately appeared on the maroon panties where leftover moisture from my pussy soaked through.
Next I picked up my white bra. I held the white bra in front of me and slipped my arms through the straps. I brought the two cups over my boobs, covering my nipples and the full roundness of my boobs. I reached behind my back and unhooked the bra hooks, then hooked them together. I adjusted the white bra so it sat properly, lifting and holding my boobs firmly in place. My nipples poked slightly against the white bra cups.
That was when my phone started ringing loudly from the other room. It was my husband Rajesh’s special ring tone. My heart jumped.
Still wearing only my white bra and maroon panties, I quickly opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the main room. The moment I stepped out, the ringing phone had already woken up the old man. He was standing completely naked right in front of me. His ugly dark skinned body was still sweaty. His cock had grown rock hard and stood erect, pointing straight at me as he stared hungrily at my body in just the white bra and maroon panties. His eyes moved slowly over my boobs pushing against the white bra, down to my hips and the maroon panties tightly covering my pussy. His cock twitched visibly with a full boner while he looked at me.
"Oh Sudha... look at you..." he groaned in a hoarse, hungry voice, his eyes going wide with lust. "You look so fucking hot in that white bra and maroon panties. Your boobs are pushing so beautifully against the white bra. I can see your nipples poking through. And those maroon panties... they are hugging your pussy so tight. You are so beautiful, so tempting. My cock is going crazy just seeing you like this."
He slowly opened his arms wide while his right hand reached down and started stroking his hard cock. He pumped his cock up and down with long, slow strokes, his eyes locked on my white bra and maroon panties. His cock throbbed and grew even harder in his fist as he stared at me.
"You are driving me mad, Sudha. Come here... you look too sexy to let go. I want to fuck your pussy again right now."
He kept stroking his cock faster, getting ready to fuck me again, and gestured with his left hand for me to run straight into his embrace.
I stood frozen, my heart beating wildly. One part of me desperately wanted to run into his open arms. He was such an influential man. If I pleased him again, he could give me even more power, more gas agencies, more money, and make my family richer than I ever dreamed. But the other part of me screamed to stop. I loved my husband Rajesh with all my heart. I had already betrayed him once for the sake of our future. How could I let this old man fuck my pussy again while Rajesh was calling me?
Guilt and forbidden desire fought inside my chest as I stood there in my white bra and maroon panties, staring at his throbbing cock.

To Be Continued ...!]]> <![CDATA[Hidden pleasure]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73371.html Sat, 18 Apr 2026 11:27:40 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73371.html <![CDATA[Looking for writer my story]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73365.html Sat, 18 Apr 2026 08:03:51 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73365.html <![CDATA[Little sis Anjali]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73348.html Thu, 16 Apr 2026 16:54:54 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73348.html
I don't know how to write a story. I have been reading stories. After reading stories written by Shailu (shailu4ever), I wanted try writing a story myself.

This is my first time writing, it might be choppy and my English might not be as good as others, so please excuse me for all that and please go easy on me.

It may be messy or bad, but please give it a try.

Prasanna

Little Sis Anjali

Forbidden Curiosity

The house was unnervingly quiet. Anjali sat curled on the sofa, her knees pulled up to her chest, watching the rain streak down the living room windows.

At 18, she was supposed to be at her aunt's wedding reception, but the thought of spending hours answering the same questions about her studies and future marriage prospects had made her feign a headache.

Her brother Rohan, two years older at 20, had used a similar excuse. Now they were alone in the house for the first time in years, their parents having left that morning for the three-day journey to their ancestral village.

"Want to watch a movie?" Rohan called from the kitchen, returning with two bowls of samosas and glasses of mango lassi.

Anjali nodded, her dark hair falling over her shoulder as she reached for the remote. "Something romantic," she suggested, her voice soft.

Rohan raised an eyebrow but didn't comment as he settled beside her on the sofa. Close enough that their shoulders brushed, sending an unexpected warmth through Anjali's body. She shifted slightly, confused by the sensation.

They scrolled through the options, finally settling on a Bollywood romance known for its passionate scenes. As the movie played, they ate in comfortable silence, occasionally commenting on the plot or laughing at the dramatic moments.

Anjali found herself increasingly aware of Rohan's presence beside her, the way his arm brushed against hers when he reached for his glass, the deep rumble of his laugh, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the natural smell that was uniquely his. She pushed these thoughts away, blaming them on the movie's romantic atmosphere.

Then came the scene. The hero pulled the heroine into his arms, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace. The camera lingered on their mouths, tongues tangling, hands roaming. Anjali felt her cheeks flush, a strange warmth spreading through her lower body.

Rohan shifted beside her, clearing his throat. "Intense scene," he commented, his voice slightly strained.

Anjali nodded, unable to speak. She watched as the scene continued, the hero's hands moving to cup the heroine's face, then sliding down her neck to her shoulders. Without thinking, Anjali found herself wondering what it would feel like to be kissed like that.

"Have you ever..." she began, then stopped, embarrassed.

"Ever what?" Rohan turned to look at her, and Anjali was struck by how handsome he was in the dim light of the living room, his dark eyes seeming to see right through her.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" she finished in a rush, her cheeks burning.

Rohan hesitated, then shook his head. "No. You?"

Anjali shook her head, relieved they were in the same boat. "No."

They fell silent, the movie's romantic score filling the room. Anjali couldn't stop thinking about the kiss, about how it must feel. She glanced at Rohan, finding him already watching her with an intensity that made her heart race.

"Do you wonder what it feels like?" she asked softly.

Rohan nodded slowly. "Sometimes."
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I don't know how to write a story. I have been reading stories. After reading stories written by Shailu (shailu4ever), I wanted try writing a story myself.

This is my first time writing, it might be choppy and my English might not be as good as others, so please excuse me for all that and please go easy on me.

It may be messy or bad, but please give it a try.

Prasanna

Little Sis Anjali

Forbidden Curiosity

The house was unnervingly quiet. Anjali sat curled on the sofa, her knees pulled up to her chest, watching the rain streak down the living room windows.

At 18, she was supposed to be at her aunt's wedding reception, but the thought of spending hours answering the same questions about her studies and future marriage prospects had made her feign a headache.

Her brother Rohan, two years older at 20, had used a similar excuse. Now they were alone in the house for the first time in years, their parents having left that morning for the three-day journey to their ancestral village.

"Want to watch a movie?" Rohan called from the kitchen, returning with two bowls of samosas and glasses of mango lassi.

Anjali nodded, her dark hair falling over her shoulder as she reached for the remote. "Something romantic," she suggested, her voice soft.

Rohan raised an eyebrow but didn't comment as he settled beside her on the sofa. Close enough that their shoulders brushed, sending an unexpected warmth through Anjali's body. She shifted slightly, confused by the sensation.

They scrolled through the options, finally settling on a Bollywood romance known for its passionate scenes. As the movie played, they ate in comfortable silence, occasionally commenting on the plot or laughing at the dramatic moments.

Anjali found herself increasingly aware of Rohan's presence beside her, the way his arm brushed against hers when he reached for his glass, the deep rumble of his laugh, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the natural smell that was uniquely his. She pushed these thoughts away, blaming them on the movie's romantic atmosphere.

Then came the scene. The hero pulled the heroine into his arms, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace. The camera lingered on their mouths, tongues tangling, hands roaming. Anjali felt her cheeks flush, a strange warmth spreading through her lower body.

Rohan shifted beside her, clearing his throat. "Intense scene," he commented, his voice slightly strained.

Anjali nodded, unable to speak. She watched as the scene continued, the hero's hands moving to cup the heroine's face, then sliding down her neck to her shoulders. Without thinking, Anjali found herself wondering what it would feel like to be kissed like that.

"Have you ever..." she began, then stopped, embarrassed.

"Ever what?" Rohan turned to look at her, and Anjali was struck by how handsome he was in the dim light of the living room, his dark eyes seeming to see right through her.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" she finished in a rush, her cheeks burning.

Rohan hesitated, then shook his head. "No. You?"

Anjali shook her head, relieved they were in the same boat. "No."

They fell silent, the movie's romantic score filling the room. Anjali couldn't stop thinking about the kiss, about how it must feel. She glanced at Rohan, finding him already watching her with an intensity that made her heart race.

"Do you wonder what it feels like?" she asked softly.

Rohan nodded slowly. "Sometimes."
]]> <![CDATA[The Secret Sandy]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73343.html Thu, 16 Apr 2026 12:48:58 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73343.html A story by Tenorman

This is the story of an experience I had about 25 years ago. I’ve never told anyone about this because it would have caused a lot of problems for various people if those various people ever found out. The names are changed, and the dialogue is paraphrased, but I remember most of this like it was yesterday so it is fairly accurate to the way things happened.

My name is Rob and as I write this, I am 53 years old. In 1983 I was twenty-six years old with blond hair, blue eyes, and as a distance runner, had a slim build: six feet, 165 pounds. I married a girl named Jill. She was an attractive, outgoing twenty-five-year-old: 5’7”, 125 pounds, brown hair, big brown eyes and small but perky tits. She was a knockout and she knew it. The marriage was a mistake from the start and it was one of those situations where everyone knew it but me. It started going downhill after a year or so, and after about two years I found out she was screwing some guy at her office and that was pretty much the end of it.

She moved out of the house and I was always grateful for that because I would have been the type to stick it out as long as I could have and things could have gotten much more complicated. At the time we had no kids and our only asset to fight over was the house which was decided I would keep and pay her for her share. It would be a rather smooth divorce.

Once she left and the word got out about our separation friends started calling to see how I was doing and offer support. I got calls from my old friends, several of our mutual friends, and even two of Jill’s childhood friends. Just about everyone who called agreed on one thing: Jill was an idiot.

A couple weeks after she left me, Jill’s mother called me. Sandy was in her fifties at the time, perhaps fifty-three or fifty-four. She had been divorced from Jill’s father for years and was remarried to a man named Rick, who I also got along well with. She was attractive like her daughter, blonde, about the same height and slim, perhaps ten pounds heavier than Jill with the same brown eyes. Her boobs were only a little bigger than Jill’s, but still looked pretty firm. She had a body that she’d definitely taken care of. We had always gotten along fine, in fact I’d only met her once when she told Jill that it was okay to marry me, and from the beginning Sandy insisted I call her by her first name. Jill and I would visit her mother’s house on holidays and go with Sandy to her condo at the beach. We could always talk easily, our relationship always warm, proper and respectful.

The phone call was pretty much like the others I’d received from everyone else: How are you feeling, how is your family, are you alright, etc. She told me how sorry she was, and talked about Jill, how she doesn’t know what she’s doing, how she is confused, blah blah, blah. We talked about ten minutes. I thanked her for calling and we hung up.

A month or so later she called me again. It started the same way as the previous call, asking how I was doing, how is the family, things like that. Then she changed the direction of conversation and caught me a little by surprise.

“Have you been seeing anyone,” she asked.

I hesitated briefly and replied, “Oh, not really.” I had actually been seeing two different women since right after Jill left, but my lawyer had told me that if I started seeing anyone to be discreet until the divorce was settled.

“Oh come on, Rob, you can tell me. I know your marriage is definitely over. I’m not telling anyone, especially not Jill, I feel terrible she left you in the first place. I just care about you and I want to see you move on; you deserve better. So, tell me are you seeing anyone?”

“Well, yeah, I am.” I trusted her.

“Okay, good. Now what’s her name?”

“Actually I’ve been seeing a couple of different women,” I replied.

“Ooh, now we’re getting somewhere,” Sandy said. I chuckled at this, loosening up a little. “So, what are their names and how did you meet?”

“Well one is named Denise, I met her through work. The other is Geri, and I met her through the baseball league. I coached her son on the all-star team.”

Sandy sounded surprised. “You coach teen-agers, she must be somewhat older than you.”

“Yeah, she is. Well, they both are.”

“Really? How old are they?”

“Denise is 36, Geri is 41.”

“Wow Rob, I didn’t know that you liked older pussy!” Sandy said. This surprised me…I had never heard her talk like that. This loosened me up some more.

I laughed and said, “Well, they’re not complaining about having a younger dick!”

We both laughed. She responded, “That must keep you busy on the weekends, juggling both of them.”

“Oh not really, just depends. They have kids to keep them busy,” I said. “Much of the time our plans are just kind of spur of the moment.”

There was an awkward silence for a few beats before Sandy continued. “Rob, let me ask you a question. Do you have any plans for this Saturday night?”

“Not yet,” I replied.

“Listen. I’m going down to the condo at the beach this weekend. I’m going down Friday night to check on the place and I’m staying to attend a condo association meeting on Monday night. Why don’t you drive down on Saturday afternoon, I’ll take you out to dinner and we can talk. I’d love to catch up and hear all about your business and all of these women you are seeing.”

I started to mumble something and she cut me off.

“Don’t worry; no one else will be there, just me. You know I wouldn’t pull anything like that. It’s just that after all that’s happened it would be nice to see you again instead of everything ending on a sour note. What do you say?”

“What time were you thinking?”

“Why don’t you come down late afternoon, three or four o’clock. We can have a couple drinks, chat and then walk across the street for dinner.” She was referring to a favourite seafood house about a block from her condo.

“Well, okay, figure on me getting there around four. But you don’t have to pay for dinner.”

“I invited you, so I’m paying. I’m looking forward to it. So, I’ll see you around four?”

I agreed that four o’clock was good. We said our goodbyes, and I hung up shaking my head. It struck me that now that her daughter and I were divorcing, she wouldn’t be my mother-in-law much longer. And the conversation we’d just finished had moved past mother-in-law/son-in-law territory.
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On Saturday I had to leave at around two-thirty to get to the condo by four o’clock. Sandy lived in the city about three hours from the beach and my house was about midpoint between the two. I showered, put on some jeans and a light blue shirt with running shoes that she’d given me the previous Christmas.

Traffic was light. It was late fall so beach traffic was minimal. I arrived at Sandy’s condo right at four o’clock. Her building was the type where the parking was on ground level under the building and the units started on the second floor. Being off-season there were only a few cars. I pulled in next to her blue Volvo.

I walked up two flights of stairs and over to her door. I hesitated and took a breath. I felt like through that door would be another dimension. I could feel on the phone earlier in the week that Sandy and I had reached a new level of communication. I felt from her a sincerity and trust that I never had with her daughter. It was a good feeling, but still awkward. I didn’t know what to expect. I knocked on her door.

The door swung open and there she was: more beautiful than ever. Her blonde hair was longer than before. It hung past her shoulders and was parted in the middle with a new added frizz. She had on sleek black pants and a soft tan sweater. The outfit clung to her curves and the sweater came down to just below her waist to rest on her butt. “Well, what a surprise! Rob’s on time!” see joked.

I said, “That’s because I don’t have Jill with me!”

We laughed and she ushered me in, we hugged and she kissed me on the cheek as always.
“Come on in, sit down. I was about to pour a glass of wine, what would you like, a beer?”

“Beer’s fine.” I walked over to the glass doors and looked out at the Atlantic Ocean. The sun was lower now and blocked by the high rises so the beach was in grey twilight.

Sandy walked up beside me and handed me my beer. “You’ll never get tired of this view,” I said. Then I turned to her and added, “I like your hair.”

“Do you? Thank You. I thought I’d grow it out for the winter and see how it looked. Well, come on, have a seat. Let’s catch up on things. And I promise: No Jill!”

We sat on the sofa facing the glass doors and the ocean beyond and we talked for two hours and three drinks. We talked about a lot of things. She asked about my family, my business, and my hobbies. She told me about her job as an Instructor of Nursing, about Rick’s job as a plant manager, about Rick’s endless list of projects around the house. We talked and laughed about many things, but we didn’t mention Jill, and she didn’t ask about my girlfriends.

At a little after six we left to go to dinner. It was cool outside, but the restaurant wasn’t far away so we didn’t wear jackets. We had to walk a block to the highway then cross to the other side. When a break in traffic occurred, she grabbed my hand and called “Let’s go, run!” and we scooted across the road hand in hand. That was a first. As we entered the restaurant, she was a couple of strides ahead of me and I again admired her tasteful dress, trim body and sweet ass.

We were seated promptly in a cozy booth in the corner. We ordered another wine and beer and when the drinks arrived Sandy proposed a toast to my future success and happiness and then I toasted her with something just as lame. Then after a couple minutes of idle chit chat and talking about the menu we had both seen a dozen times, she finally got around to what I knew was coming.

“So,” Sandy said, lowering her voice. “Tell me about these older women you’re fucking.”

Wow! Another word I’d never heard her use. First pussy, now fuck. Wonder what other colourful words she has in her repertoire? Again, I was caught off guard, and I smiled, looked down and shook my head.

“Oh come on, for God’s sake. I may be a mother-in-law but I’m not a prude. You started to tell me about these women the other night, so don’t tease me. Tell me the rest of the story. You might as well go all the way.”

There she goes again. She had this thing she would sometimes do with her left eye, a flicker or a half-wink, that she would do when she was sharing a joke or a secret with somebody. And she did it then when she said ‘go all the way’. I smiled at her wordplay and again looked down at the table. She may have thought I was blushing, but I wasn’t. I just felt uneasy because I was sitting across from my still mother-in-law having this conversation, and I had just realized and admitted to myself that I wanted to fuck her.

I looked up at her face, a foxy and mature replica of Jill’s. I stared into her piercing brown eyes and they stared right back. “Alright,” I said. “I’ll go all the way. I just hope I don’t come prematurely.”

She loudly burst out laughing at that, then covered her mouth and turned red when some people at a nearby table looked over. She continued laughing quietly and I grinned as her eyes bore into mine. Fortunately, around that time the waitress came and took our orders.

To be continued]]> A story by Tenorman

This is the story of an experience I had about 25 years ago. I’ve never told anyone about this because it would have caused a lot of problems for various people if those various people ever found out. The names are changed, and the dialogue is paraphrased, but I remember most of this like it was yesterday so it is fairly accurate to the way things happened.

My name is Rob and as I write this, I am 53 years old. In 1983 I was twenty-six years old with blond hair, blue eyes, and as a distance runner, had a slim build: six feet, 165 pounds. I married a girl named Jill. She was an attractive, outgoing twenty-five-year-old: 5’7”, 125 pounds, brown hair, big brown eyes and small but perky tits. She was a knockout and she knew it. The marriage was a mistake from the start and it was one of those situations where everyone knew it but me. It started going downhill after a year or so, and after about two years I found out she was screwing some guy at her office and that was pretty much the end of it.

She moved out of the house and I was always grateful for that because I would have been the type to stick it out as long as I could have and things could have gotten much more complicated. At the time we had no kids and our only asset to fight over was the house which was decided I would keep and pay her for her share. It would be a rather smooth divorce.

Once she left and the word got out about our separation friends started calling to see how I was doing and offer support. I got calls from my old friends, several of our mutual friends, and even two of Jill’s childhood friends. Just about everyone who called agreed on one thing: Jill was an idiot.

A couple weeks after she left me, Jill’s mother called me. Sandy was in her fifties at the time, perhaps fifty-three or fifty-four. She had been divorced from Jill’s father for years and was remarried to a man named Rick, who I also got along well with. She was attractive like her daughter, blonde, about the same height and slim, perhaps ten pounds heavier than Jill with the same brown eyes. Her boobs were only a little bigger than Jill’s, but still looked pretty firm. She had a body that she’d definitely taken care of. We had always gotten along fine, in fact I’d only met her once when she told Jill that it was okay to marry me, and from the beginning Sandy insisted I call her by her first name. Jill and I would visit her mother’s house on holidays and go with Sandy to her condo at the beach. We could always talk easily, our relationship always warm, proper and respectful.

The phone call was pretty much like the others I’d received from everyone else: How are you feeling, how is your family, are you alright, etc. She told me how sorry she was, and talked about Jill, how she doesn’t know what she’s doing, how she is confused, blah blah, blah. We talked about ten minutes. I thanked her for calling and we hung up.

A month or so later she called me again. It started the same way as the previous call, asking how I was doing, how is the family, things like that. Then she changed the direction of conversation and caught me a little by surprise.

“Have you been seeing anyone,” she asked.

I hesitated briefly and replied, “Oh, not really.” I had actually been seeing two different women since right after Jill left, but my lawyer had told me that if I started seeing anyone to be discreet until the divorce was settled.

“Oh come on, Rob, you can tell me. I know your marriage is definitely over. I’m not telling anyone, especially not Jill, I feel terrible she left you in the first place. I just care about you and I want to see you move on; you deserve better. So, tell me are you seeing anyone?”

“Well, yeah, I am.” I trusted her.

“Okay, good. Now what’s her name?”

“Actually I’ve been seeing a couple of different women,” I replied.

“Ooh, now we’re getting somewhere,” Sandy said. I chuckled at this, loosening up a little. “So, what are their names and how did you meet?”

“Well one is named Denise, I met her through work. The other is Geri, and I met her through the baseball league. I coached her son on the all-star team.”

Sandy sounded surprised. “You coach teen-agers, she must be somewhat older than you.”

“Yeah, she is. Well, they both are.”

“Really? How old are they?”

“Denise is 36, Geri is 41.”

“Wow Rob, I didn’t know that you liked older pussy!” Sandy said. This surprised me…I had never heard her talk like that. This loosened me up some more.

I laughed and said, “Well, they’re not complaining about having a younger dick!”

We both laughed. She responded, “That must keep you busy on the weekends, juggling both of them.”

“Oh not really, just depends. They have kids to keep them busy,” I said. “Much of the time our plans are just kind of spur of the moment.”

There was an awkward silence for a few beats before Sandy continued. “Rob, let me ask you a question. Do you have any plans for this Saturday night?”

“Not yet,” I replied.

“Listen. I’m going down to the condo at the beach this weekend. I’m going down Friday night to check on the place and I’m staying to attend a condo association meeting on Monday night. Why don’t you drive down on Saturday afternoon, I’ll take you out to dinner and we can talk. I’d love to catch up and hear all about your business and all of these women you are seeing.”

I started to mumble something and she cut me off.

“Don’t worry; no one else will be there, just me. You know I wouldn’t pull anything like that. It’s just that after all that’s happened it would be nice to see you again instead of everything ending on a sour note. What do you say?”

“What time were you thinking?”

“Why don’t you come down late afternoon, three or four o’clock. We can have a couple drinks, chat and then walk across the street for dinner.” She was referring to a favourite seafood house about a block from her condo.

“Well, okay, figure on me getting there around four. But you don’t have to pay for dinner.”

“I invited you, so I’m paying. I’m looking forward to it. So, I’ll see you around four?”

I agreed that four o’clock was good. We said our goodbyes, and I hung up shaking my head. It struck me that now that her daughter and I were divorcing, she wouldn’t be my mother-in-law much longer. And the conversation we’d just finished had moved past mother-in-law/son-in-law territory.
---------------------

On Saturday I had to leave at around two-thirty to get to the condo by four o’clock. Sandy lived in the city about three hours from the beach and my house was about midpoint between the two. I showered, put on some jeans and a light blue shirt with running shoes that she’d given me the previous Christmas.

Traffic was light. It was late fall so beach traffic was minimal. I arrived at Sandy’s condo right at four o’clock. Her building was the type where the parking was on ground level under the building and the units started on the second floor. Being off-season there were only a few cars. I pulled in next to her blue Volvo.

I walked up two flights of stairs and over to her door. I hesitated and took a breath. I felt like through that door would be another dimension. I could feel on the phone earlier in the week that Sandy and I had reached a new level of communication. I felt from her a sincerity and trust that I never had with her daughter. It was a good feeling, but still awkward. I didn’t know what to expect. I knocked on her door.

The door swung open and there she was: more beautiful than ever. Her blonde hair was longer than before. It hung past her shoulders and was parted in the middle with a new added frizz. She had on sleek black pants and a soft tan sweater. The outfit clung to her curves and the sweater came down to just below her waist to rest on her butt. “Well, what a surprise! Rob’s on time!” see joked.

I said, “That’s because I don’t have Jill with me!”

We laughed and she ushered me in, we hugged and she kissed me on the cheek as always.
“Come on in, sit down. I was about to pour a glass of wine, what would you like, a beer?”

“Beer’s fine.” I walked over to the glass doors and looked out at the Atlantic Ocean. The sun was lower now and blocked by the high rises so the beach was in grey twilight.

Sandy walked up beside me and handed me my beer. “You’ll never get tired of this view,” I said. Then I turned to her and added, “I like your hair.”

“Do you? Thank You. I thought I’d grow it out for the winter and see how it looked. Well, come on, have a seat. Let’s catch up on things. And I promise: No Jill!”

We sat on the sofa facing the glass doors and the ocean beyond and we talked for two hours and three drinks. We talked about a lot of things. She asked about my family, my business, and my hobbies. She told me about her job as an Instructor of Nursing, about Rick’s job as a plant manager, about Rick’s endless list of projects around the house. We talked and laughed about many things, but we didn’t mention Jill, and she didn’t ask about my girlfriends.

At a little after six we left to go to dinner. It was cool outside, but the restaurant wasn’t far away so we didn’t wear jackets. We had to walk a block to the highway then cross to the other side. When a break in traffic occurred, she grabbed my hand and called “Let’s go, run!” and we scooted across the road hand in hand. That was a first. As we entered the restaurant, she was a couple of strides ahead of me and I again admired her tasteful dress, trim body and sweet ass.

We were seated promptly in a cozy booth in the corner. We ordered another wine and beer and when the drinks arrived Sandy proposed a toast to my future success and happiness and then I toasted her with something just as lame. Then after a couple minutes of idle chit chat and talking about the menu we had both seen a dozen times, she finally got around to what I knew was coming.

“So,” Sandy said, lowering her voice. “Tell me about these older women you’re fucking.”

Wow! Another word I’d never heard her use. First pussy, now fuck. Wonder what other colourful words she has in her repertoire? Again, I was caught off guard, and I smiled, looked down and shook my head.

“Oh come on, for God’s sake. I may be a mother-in-law but I’m not a prude. You started to tell me about these women the other night, so don’t tease me. Tell me the rest of the story. You might as well go all the way.”

There she goes again. She had this thing she would sometimes do with her left eye, a flicker or a half-wink, that she would do when she was sharing a joke or a secret with somebody. And she did it then when she said ‘go all the way’. I smiled at her wordplay and again looked down at the table. She may have thought I was blushing, but I wasn’t. I just felt uneasy because I was sitting across from my still mother-in-law having this conversation, and I had just realized and admitted to myself that I wanted to fuck her.

I looked up at her face, a foxy and mature replica of Jill’s. I stared into her piercing brown eyes and they stared right back. “Alright,” I said. “I’ll go all the way. I just hope I don’t come prematurely.”

She loudly burst out laughing at that, then covered her mouth and turned red when some people at a nearby table looked over. She continued laughing quietly and I grinned as her eyes bore into mine. Fortunately, around that time the waitress came and took our orders.

To be continued]]> <![CDATA[The Examination Table]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73330.html Wed, 15 Apr 2026 17:48:15 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73330.html A story by Don’s Dick

Don straightened and looked at the woman on the exam table. Her breathing was heavy and her hands were alongside her naked body, clinching the paper table covering. With each deep breath, her butt muscles would squeeze together, causing a little more of his cum to leak from the smooth-shaven pussy into the puddle on the table.

“Now, that’s the way a doctor should treat his patients; well, not all of them, Doc, just the older men that haven’t had any for several months.”

******

It started almost two hours before when Don Parker walked into the clinic, needing a physical exam for a new employer. “If I can get it done today, I can start Monday,” he told the cute receptionist, “I know it’s almost closing time for you folks so I’ll understand if Doctor Linda can’t do it until next week.”

After checking with the doctor, the nurse, Missy, called him back, “I’ll go ahead and draw a blood sample. While I get the needle and tubes ready, you step in the bathroom and give us a urine sample. I’ll drop them off at the lab on my way home and we should have the results tomorrow when I come by to check messages. You’re lucky Doc Linda likes you and Ginny. We usually sail out of here as fast as we can on Fridays.”

When he set the sample on the table, he explained, “There is no more Ginny, Missy. She took off with a rich guy a few months ago. I was in bad shape for a while but I’m ready for a job and being around people again. I really appreciate you guys staying late for this.”

After the blood and urine samples were done, Missy led him into the exam room, took his vitals and tossed him a gown, “Put that on while I check with her to see what else she needs before I get the hell outta here. Good to see you again, Don. Good luck on that new job.”

It was about ten minutes later when the doctor finally entered, crossing the room with her fine ass swaying, “Well, Mr. Parker, Missy tells me Ginny took a hike. I definitely know what you’re going through. My ex-husband was an E.R. doctor. He hired a beautiful, redheaded LPN with 40D boobs. Three weeks later, he didn’t come home after his shift. The next day he called me from Cancun. It pissed me off at first but now I am free to do whatever I want… plus I got a bunch of his money… a bunch. That all happened close to four years ago, right after I came to the clinic.”

Her smile told Don she was happy. “So, you’re starting a new job?”

“Yep; it kinda surprised me they would hire a 42-year-old man but, evidently, I blew away all the younger guys on my prior experience and qualifications. I still love firefighting, but this will be in administration, and closer to home… IF I pass this physical. If I don’t, I’ll find something before long; and please don’t call me Mr. Parker. “Don,” or “handsome”, or “sweetie” doesn’t make me sound quite as old.”

“Fair enough, Don, although I kinda like “Mr. Parker”, it has a comfortable ring to it. I see on your chart you certainly are 42, but you do look younger. I’m already 32 and, trust me, neither of us is old. You can just call me anything you want, as long as it’s not a dirty name.” Her smile made him feel more comfortable as he sat in the thin gown.

Doc Linda pulled her stethoscope from her collar and listened to his heart, lungs, neck pulse, even his lower legs. During the leg exam, she happened to glance under his loose-fitting gown. She caught her breath at the size of the cock hanging underneath.

“Well, you probably heard that tone beep in the office. I’m going to check the fax machine and make sure the outer doors are locked… be right back, Mr. Parker,”

“Damn!” she thought as she finished checking the doors, “I wonder how great that dick would feel. I’ve been out of the loop for so long, I sure could use one in me. Hmmm… I wonder…,”

She stepped into her office, removed her blouse and bra, and slipped her scrub top back on.

Walking through the exam room door, the doctor’s confidence built as the fabric rubbed on her nipples, “Okay handsome, the lab must not have been busy this evening; your results are already in. They’re all perfect, sweetie, now let’s finish up a couple more things in here so we can get you going.” She grinned and winked, “Bend over the end of the table and we’ll check your prostate.”

An ordinary finger wave for a prostate check takes about three seconds and slight pressure on two sides of the small organ. After about ten seconds of the attractive lady doctor pressing over, and over again, plus some short strokes, Don looked over his shoulder, caught her staring at his ass and balls, “Uh, Doc, if you don’t stop pretty quick, I’ll be making a mess in your floor.”

She removed her finger, threw away the soiled gloves and grabbed some clean ones, “Turn around facing me,” she grinned, wickedly, “now we’ll check for hernias.”

He couldn’t help but notice her smile as her hands moved back and forth across his hardening cock searching for just the right place. Pressing hard into the spot, she ordered him to turn his head and cough… twice. As she checked the other side, the fingers of her other hand circled his shaft for just a second, “Well,” she smiled, “it looks like you don’t a problem with erection. I must say it’s the largest I’ve ever seen.”

Grinning back at the lovely brunette, he agreed, “Me, too. It’s always been large. But truth be known, once a beautiful woman messes with it, I really get excited.”

She now had the cock of her dreams held firmly in one hand and a heavy bag of balls in the other. “No hernia, which is good, but your testicle sack seems to be heavier and drawn up pretty tight. I think it needs to be drained and more comfortable before you try starting a new job.”

“What all does that involve and does it hurt?”

“No, it won’t hurt you at all,” the wicked smile returned, “after all, you’re a big, tough firefighter, right? However, I haven’t done this procedure for a while so please relax and be patient.”

She pulled the Velcro straps on the back of his gown and dropped it to the floor, “Okay, big guy, lay back on the table while I change my gloves again.”

“Son-of-a-bitch,” Don thought as he watched her smear lubricant on her right glove and reach for his upright manhood, jacking it a couple times to make it slick, “She’s gonna, fucking, jack me off. She was right, that won’t hurt at all.”

With her left hand, she moved his feet up and into the ‘stirrups’. Now she had him in the perfect position.

“You just relax, now, Mr. Parker, handsome, sweetie, while I drain those testicles.”

She easily slipped out of her scrubs and panties, rubbed a small amount of lube on her pussy and crawled between his legs and onto the table, straddling his waist, “This won’t hurt you a bit, Mr. Parker, but I’m betting I’ll feel a little bit of pain.”

With the help of the lube, the slim brunette was able to slip Don’s first seven inches into her hairless pussy, although the thickness was stretching it wider than anyone before. Later she would describe it as ‘an uncomfortable pleasure’. “Oh, shit, Mr. Parker, I never would have believed I’d enjoy a monster like this one, honey, but you just keep smiling because however much it hurts, I’m gonna get it all in me.”

“You just do whatever you want, Sweetheart; it’s been over five months since ol’ Fat Boy felt anything but my right hand and he’s loving it right now.”

Three more minutes of pressure brought the tip of his cock far enough to bump Doctor Linda’s cervix. “Oh, God! Oh, My God! I’m gonna cummm, Don! I’mm g-gonna cummmm!!! Ahhh! Oh, Fuck!! Fuckfuckfuckkk!!!” It was a good thing that the rest of the office was empty when she let out her high-pitched squeal as her orgasm rocked her mind and guts. She’d had two boyfriends since her husband left her, but nobody had ever made her feel the way Mr. Don Parker did.

She leaned forward, close to his face with his cock still imbedded, “I just realized that you’re the only man who ever got into my panties without kissing me first.” Her hips slowly slid up and down as she lowered her lips to his. The kiss was almost electric and lasted nearly two minutes.

“Wow, Doc, you’re full of surprises today… good ones, too. But here’s the thing; first of all, I’ve just been following doctor’s orders, and you never told me to kiss you. The other thing is, you’re the one who fucked me. All I did was lie here and enjoy it.”

She gave him another quick kiss as she dismounted. As soon as her feet hit the floor, Don spoke up, “So when are you gonna finish the procedure? You said you would drain my nuts.”

“You mean you didn’t…?”

“Nope, I didn’t cum, but you were in another world, so I’m not surprised you didn’t notice. Is it my turn, yet?”

Another long kiss was just the persuasion she needed to crawl back onto the exam table. Within seconds, she was spread eagle on her back with her feet in the stirrups, “I’m all yours for the next hour, Mr. Parker… treat me nice.”

Moans of pleasure filled the room as Don started his kisses at her hairline and worked down her flawless, tanned body. When he reached her nipples, he gave them a little extra attention, “Your ex must be the stupidest son-of-a-bitch in North Carolina, Honey. No way in hell can a set of 40 Ds be better than these.”

“Thank you, dear Mr. Parker, but how about you get back to business? I’ve never felt so good.”

With a last, light scbang with his teeth he proceeded across her stomach, ribs and abdomen. His plan was to plant some love down one thigh and back up the other. But when he reached mound above her pussy, he could smell the juices from her previous orgasm… that was all it took.

Two fingers entered her slick cunt at the same time his mouth began devouring her swollen clit. Four minutes was all she could take before her luscious body began shaking, feet left the stirrups and her thighs clamped both sides of his head. The explosion inside her body made her scream out loud. Tears rolled from her brown eyes as her second orgasm of the day lasted longer and harder than the first.

Don knew the hot, little doctor was ready as he moved her heels back to the stainless-steel foot props. He leaned forward, found the entrance to her small body and shoved his cock all the way home. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last long so, grabbing her smooth hips, he pounded the warmth of her luscious pussy as hard and fast as he could. Doctor Linda Jones winced a little with each thrust as the nine-inch rod hit bottom every time, but nearly passed out completely as his huge load of cum began filling her.

“OH MY DEAR GOD, DON! AHHHH, FUCK!...” A small whine came from her throat, followed by, “FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OH SHIT! FUCK MEEEEEEEE!!!”

When her body let her move a little, she dug her fingernails into his biceps and pulled him downward until their lips met. Both of her hands moved to the back of his head as they kissed. After a full minute or longer, his cock slipped from the wet, warmth of her cunt.

Don straightened and looked at the woman on the exam table. Her breathing was heavy and her hands were alongside her naked body, clinching the paper table covering. With each deep breath, her butt muscles would squeeze together, causing a little more of his cum to leak from the smooth-shaven pussy into the puddle on the table.

“Now, that’s the way a doctor should treat his patients; well, not all of them, Doc, just the older men that haven’t had any for several months.”

“Oh, no, Mr. Parker. You are the only patient that’s ever been in here,” she patted her mound, “and I am pretty, damn sure you just ruined me for anyone else. Where do we go from here?”

“After all this excitement,” he replied, “maybe we should have dinner and get to know each other better.”

She grinned as she sat up on the exam table, “I’m not sure what ‘better’ means after what we just did; but yes, I’ll have dinner with you and if you’re ‘up’ to it, I have an idea for dessert.”

Jake and Jack Parker were born to Raleigh Fire Department Captain, Don Parker, and his lovely wife, Doctor Linda Jones Parker, 8 months and 27 days after his physical on the exam table.

THE END]]> A story by Don’s Dick

Don straightened and looked at the woman on the exam table. Her breathing was heavy and her hands were alongside her naked body, clinching the paper table covering. With each deep breath, her butt muscles would squeeze together, causing a little more of his cum to leak from the smooth-shaven pussy into the puddle on the table.

“Now, that’s the way a doctor should treat his patients; well, not all of them, Doc, just the older men that haven’t had any for several months.”

******

It started almost two hours before when Don Parker walked into the clinic, needing a physical exam for a new employer. “If I can get it done today, I can start Monday,” he told the cute receptionist, “I know it’s almost closing time for you folks so I’ll understand if Doctor Linda can’t do it until next week.”

After checking with the doctor, the nurse, Missy, called him back, “I’ll go ahead and draw a blood sample. While I get the needle and tubes ready, you step in the bathroom and give us a urine sample. I’ll drop them off at the lab on my way home and we should have the results tomorrow when I come by to check messages. You’re lucky Doc Linda likes you and Ginny. We usually sail out of here as fast as we can on Fridays.”

When he set the sample on the table, he explained, “There is no more Ginny, Missy. She took off with a rich guy a few months ago. I was in bad shape for a while but I’m ready for a job and being around people again. I really appreciate you guys staying late for this.”

After the blood and urine samples were done, Missy led him into the exam room, took his vitals and tossed him a gown, “Put that on while I check with her to see what else she needs before I get the hell outta here. Good to see you again, Don. Good luck on that new job.”

It was about ten minutes later when the doctor finally entered, crossing the room with her fine ass swaying, “Well, Mr. Parker, Missy tells me Ginny took a hike. I definitely know what you’re going through. My ex-husband was an E.R. doctor. He hired a beautiful, redheaded LPN with 40D boobs. Three weeks later, he didn’t come home after his shift. The next day he called me from Cancun. It pissed me off at first but now I am free to do whatever I want… plus I got a bunch of his money… a bunch. That all happened close to four years ago, right after I came to the clinic.”

Her smile told Don she was happy. “So, you’re starting a new job?”

“Yep; it kinda surprised me they would hire a 42-year-old man but, evidently, I blew away all the younger guys on my prior experience and qualifications. I still love firefighting, but this will be in administration, and closer to home… IF I pass this physical. If I don’t, I’ll find something before long; and please don’t call me Mr. Parker. “Don,” or “handsome”, or “sweetie” doesn’t make me sound quite as old.”

“Fair enough, Don, although I kinda like “Mr. Parker”, it has a comfortable ring to it. I see on your chart you certainly are 42, but you do look younger. I’m already 32 and, trust me, neither of us is old. You can just call me anything you want, as long as it’s not a dirty name.” Her smile made him feel more comfortable as he sat in the thin gown.

Doc Linda pulled her stethoscope from her collar and listened to his heart, lungs, neck pulse, even his lower legs. During the leg exam, she happened to glance under his loose-fitting gown. She caught her breath at the size of the cock hanging underneath.

“Well, you probably heard that tone beep in the office. I’m going to check the fax machine and make sure the outer doors are locked… be right back, Mr. Parker,”

“Damn!” she thought as she finished checking the doors, “I wonder how great that dick would feel. I’ve been out of the loop for so long, I sure could use one in me. Hmmm… I wonder…,”

She stepped into her office, removed her blouse and bra, and slipped her scrub top back on.

Walking through the exam room door, the doctor’s confidence built as the fabric rubbed on her nipples, “Okay handsome, the lab must not have been busy this evening; your results are already in. They’re all perfect, sweetie, now let’s finish up a couple more things in here so we can get you going.” She grinned and winked, “Bend over the end of the table and we’ll check your prostate.”

An ordinary finger wave for a prostate check takes about three seconds and slight pressure on two sides of the small organ. After about ten seconds of the attractive lady doctor pressing over, and over again, plus some short strokes, Don looked over his shoulder, caught her staring at his ass and balls, “Uh, Doc, if you don’t stop pretty quick, I’ll be making a mess in your floor.”

She removed her finger, threw away the soiled gloves and grabbed some clean ones, “Turn around facing me,” she grinned, wickedly, “now we’ll check for hernias.”

He couldn’t help but notice her smile as her hands moved back and forth across his hardening cock searching for just the right place. Pressing hard into the spot, she ordered him to turn his head and cough… twice. As she checked the other side, the fingers of her other hand circled his shaft for just a second, “Well,” she smiled, “it looks like you don’t a problem with erection. I must say it’s the largest I’ve ever seen.”

Grinning back at the lovely brunette, he agreed, “Me, too. It’s always been large. But truth be known, once a beautiful woman messes with it, I really get excited.”

She now had the cock of her dreams held firmly in one hand and a heavy bag of balls in the other. “No hernia, which is good, but your testicle sack seems to be heavier and drawn up pretty tight. I think it needs to be drained and more comfortable before you try starting a new job.”

“What all does that involve and does it hurt?”

“No, it won’t hurt you at all,” the wicked smile returned, “after all, you’re a big, tough firefighter, right? However, I haven’t done this procedure for a while so please relax and be patient.”

She pulled the Velcro straps on the back of his gown and dropped it to the floor, “Okay, big guy, lay back on the table while I change my gloves again.”

“Son-of-a-bitch,” Don thought as he watched her smear lubricant on her right glove and reach for his upright manhood, jacking it a couple times to make it slick, “She’s gonna, fucking, jack me off. She was right, that won’t hurt at all.”

With her left hand, she moved his feet up and into the ‘stirrups’. Now she had him in the perfect position.

“You just relax, now, Mr. Parker, handsome, sweetie, while I drain those testicles.”

She easily slipped out of her scrubs and panties, rubbed a small amount of lube on her pussy and crawled between his legs and onto the table, straddling his waist, “This won’t hurt you a bit, Mr. Parker, but I’m betting I’ll feel a little bit of pain.”

With the help of the lube, the slim brunette was able to slip Don’s first seven inches into her hairless pussy, although the thickness was stretching it wider than anyone before. Later she would describe it as ‘an uncomfortable pleasure’. “Oh, shit, Mr. Parker, I never would have believed I’d enjoy a monster like this one, honey, but you just keep smiling because however much it hurts, I’m gonna get it all in me.”

“You just do whatever you want, Sweetheart; it’s been over five months since ol’ Fat Boy felt anything but my right hand and he’s loving it right now.”

Three more minutes of pressure brought the tip of his cock far enough to bump Doctor Linda’s cervix. “Oh, God! Oh, My God! I’m gonna cummm, Don! I’mm g-gonna cummmm!!! Ahhh! Oh, Fuck!! Fuckfuckfuckkk!!!” It was a good thing that the rest of the office was empty when she let out her high-pitched squeal as her orgasm rocked her mind and guts. She’d had two boyfriends since her husband left her, but nobody had ever made her feel the way Mr. Don Parker did.

She leaned forward, close to his face with his cock still imbedded, “I just realized that you’re the only man who ever got into my panties without kissing me first.” Her hips slowly slid up and down as she lowered her lips to his. The kiss was almost electric and lasted nearly two minutes.

“Wow, Doc, you’re full of surprises today… good ones, too. But here’s the thing; first of all, I’ve just been following doctor’s orders, and you never told me to kiss you. The other thing is, you’re the one who fucked me. All I did was lie here and enjoy it.”

She gave him another quick kiss as she dismounted. As soon as her feet hit the floor, Don spoke up, “So when are you gonna finish the procedure? You said you would drain my nuts.”

“You mean you didn’t…?”

“Nope, I didn’t cum, but you were in another world, so I’m not surprised you didn’t notice. Is it my turn, yet?”

Another long kiss was just the persuasion she needed to crawl back onto the exam table. Within seconds, she was spread eagle on her back with her feet in the stirrups, “I’m all yours for the next hour, Mr. Parker… treat me nice.”

Moans of pleasure filled the room as Don started his kisses at her hairline and worked down her flawless, tanned body. When he reached her nipples, he gave them a little extra attention, “Your ex must be the stupidest son-of-a-bitch in North Carolina, Honey. No way in hell can a set of 40 Ds be better than these.”

“Thank you, dear Mr. Parker, but how about you get back to business? I’ve never felt so good.”

With a last, light scbang with his teeth he proceeded across her stomach, ribs and abdomen. His plan was to plant some love down one thigh and back up the other. But when he reached mound above her pussy, he could smell the juices from her previous orgasm… that was all it took.

Two fingers entered her slick cunt at the same time his mouth began devouring her swollen clit. Four minutes was all she could take before her luscious body began shaking, feet left the stirrups and her thighs clamped both sides of his head. The explosion inside her body made her scream out loud. Tears rolled from her brown eyes as her second orgasm of the day lasted longer and harder than the first.

Don knew the hot, little doctor was ready as he moved her heels back to the stainless-steel foot props. He leaned forward, found the entrance to her small body and shoved his cock all the way home. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last long so, grabbing her smooth hips, he pounded the warmth of her luscious pussy as hard and fast as he could. Doctor Linda Jones winced a little with each thrust as the nine-inch rod hit bottom every time, but nearly passed out completely as his huge load of cum began filling her.

“OH MY DEAR GOD, DON! AHHHH, FUCK!...” A small whine came from her throat, followed by, “FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OH SHIT! FUCK MEEEEEEEE!!!”

When her body let her move a little, she dug her fingernails into his biceps and pulled him downward until their lips met. Both of her hands moved to the back of his head as they kissed. After a full minute or longer, his cock slipped from the wet, warmth of her cunt.

Don straightened and looked at the woman on the exam table. Her breathing was heavy and her hands were alongside her naked body, clinching the paper table covering. With each deep breath, her butt muscles would squeeze together, causing a little more of his cum to leak from the smooth-shaven pussy into the puddle on the table.

“Now, that’s the way a doctor should treat his patients; well, not all of them, Doc, just the older men that haven’t had any for several months.”

“Oh, no, Mr. Parker. You are the only patient that’s ever been in here,” she patted her mound, “and I am pretty, damn sure you just ruined me for anyone else. Where do we go from here?”

“After all this excitement,” he replied, “maybe we should have dinner and get to know each other better.”

She grinned as she sat up on the exam table, “I’m not sure what ‘better’ means after what we just did; but yes, I’ll have dinner with you and if you’re ‘up’ to it, I have an idea for dessert.”

Jake and Jack Parker were born to Raleigh Fire Department Captain, Don Parker, and his lovely wife, Doctor Linda Jones Parker, 8 months and 27 days after his physical on the exam table.

THE END]]> <![CDATA[Jakob & Jessie - The Improbable Couple]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73320.html Tue, 14 Apr 2026 20:59:56 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73320.html A story by Senor Longo

Chapter 1

Jakob was pissed! He didn’t want to go on the stupid senior trip in the first place and now, because his dad had to get back to the farm chores, Jakob was more than an hour early for the departure. Moping, he boarded the coach, went about two-thirds of the way down the aisle, and climbed into a seat. He hated most of his classmates and thought that they hated him. He was just a dumb-ass farm boy; they lived in town or in the new residential developments on what used to be farm land. They watched HBO and Showtime; he didn’t even have cable. They had I-pods; he had chores. He had nothing in common with any of them, yet here he was seated on the coach, getting ready for the trip to Disney World. Damn his mother, anyway! Damn this whole fucking idea! He kept his head down, making believe he was looking out the window while the other seniors got seated, joking and laughing all the way down the aisle.

Suddenly, a shadow was cast over him, as someone stood at the empty seat. “Is this taken?”

“Oh, no,” Jakob thought, “this is the last thing I need.” He looked up and almost died. It was Jessie, the most beautiful, sexiest girl in the class —the one with the hottest body, the best breasts, the tightest ass, the hottest legs in the entire county. Jakob looked around; all the other seats seemed to be filled.

“Well, aren’t you going to answer me? I know you weren’t raised to be rude.”

“S…Sorry,” Jakob gasped. “I guess you can sit there. I’m not saving it for anybody.”

Jessie smoothed the rear of her short shorts, noticing all the attention her superbly sculpted ass was getting from her classmates—girls as well as boys. Then she slid into the seat, bumping into Jakob as she did. “Now it’s my turn to apologize. Sorry for being so clumsy. I almost sat right on top of you.”

“It’s OK, no harm done.” Then Jakob turned back to the window, afraid of the reaction a glance at Jessie would cause. When she turned away for a moment he snuck a glance—just a few seconds. Her breasts were magnificent—firm and round, coming to a point where her nipple pressed against the tightly stretched fabric of her bra and t-shirt. Her abdomen was firm and flat; her waist was tiny flaring to round hips. Her legs were long and slender. Where they met was a three-inch space. Oh, that space was so incredibly inviting! Jakob figured she must have dates and boyfriends by the hundreds. It was only a few seconds but his body reacted to the sight. He could feel the denim covering his thigh stretch around his growing erection. Just then Jessie turned back toward him, looked down and smiled. Jakob turned six shades of red in embarrassment. He was mortified, not that he had reacted — that she had so readily found him out. He decided then that Jessie was a real tease.

Finally, the teachers arrived and the coach pulled out, beginning its day-long trip to the park. Jakob tried to shrink against the bus wall—anything to get away from Jessie. However, when one is 6 feet, 2 inches tall and weighs more than 200 pounds that’s no easy task. She, however, seemed to take Jakob as a challenge to her femininity. She stretched in the seat forcing her breasts against the straining cloth of her shirt. Jakob looked on in awe. He never thought such thin cotton could be so strong. When she brought her arms down to her sides she brushed against Jakob’s bicep. Her touch felt hot to Jakob; a jolt of electricity surged through him at her touch. Jessie just looked — and smiled.

Jakob was getting really uncomfortable. His erection just wouldn’t go away. In fact, it seemed to grow larger, much to his continual embarrassment and Jessie’s continual amusement. Jessie rose half-way out of her seat and looked around. Most of the other kids were either sleeping or engrossed in their MP3 players or video games. She sat back down, turned to face Jakob and said, “You seem to have quite a problem there. I feel responsible. Why don’t you let me take care of that for you?” Her deft fingers fell upon his cock with a vengeance. She rubbed him up and down.

“Why are you doing this?” Jakob whispered desperately.

“Let’s just say I don’t enjoy seeing another human being in distress, especially when I am so obviously the cause. I am the cause, aren’t I?”

Jakob could barely speak so he just nodded agreement. Shielding with her body she moved her hands up to his belt and in only a few seconds his cock sprung loose. Now it was her turn to be amazed. Jakob’s cock was not less than nine inches long and very thick. She shuddered to think what a weapon like this could do to her pussy. She could barely reach her long fingers around it. She slowly began to stroke this magnificent beast. Jakob was spell-bound by this vixen so determined to jerk him off. Jessie speeded her motions; Jakob could barely breathe in his excitement. A sudden shudder signalled the onset of his orgasm. As Jakob’s cock began to twitch uncontrollably, Jessie leaned forward to take him into her mouth. She had just engulfed the head when it exploded in an orgasm more forceful and more intense than any he had ever experienced. Stream after stream of hot searing cum rammed into the back of her throat. Jessie just managed to swallow it all then licked all around the tip successfully cleaning it of any remaining semen. She gave his monster cock a final kiss and put it back into Jakob’s pants. She leaned forward, kissed Jakob on the cheek and whispered, “Maybe you can return the favour later.” If Jakob was embarrassed before, he was horrified now.

Jakob had absolutely no experience with girls. Living on the large family farm had isolated him from his classmates. This did not mean, however, that he had no experience with sex. He masturbated regularly, sometimes two or three times a day often dreaming of Jessie, and he had fucked Sarah, the family mule. He could not imagine that a girl could be so forward. The trip wasn’t even an hour old and she had not only jerked him off, sucked up his cum, and licked his cock clean, she had all but invited him to do the same to her. Maybe this trip wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Summoning all his courage Jakob turned to Jessie, looked her in the eye, and said, “OK, why me?”

Jessie turned, “Why not you?”

“You are the most beautiful girl in the class. Hell, you’re the most beautiful girl in the county. Why aren’t you sitting with the popular football stars, or some other jock?

“Jakob, this body isn’t the blessing you might think it is. Most boys are intimidated by me and the girls are either jealous or just hate me because they think I’m so popular with the boys. The truth is… I hardly ever go out on dates. When I do, all the boy can think about is groping me. I’m just as lonely as you are. Different reason, maybe — but just as lonely.”

Jakob could barely believe his ears. Then Jessie continued, “You probably think I’m brazen the way I did what I just did. I was terrified you’d reject me. Yours is the first cock I’ve ever seen, let alone touched or licked.”

Now Jakob was speechless. He had been so jealous of this gorgeous creature, and now he learned she was just as human as he was — just as desperate as he was. He reached out, taking her hand in his. Her skin was so soft in comparison to his calloused work-hardened paw. He looked at Jessie and saw that there was a tear in her eye. He wiped it from her face with his finger. Jakob was what people used to call “raw-boned” in the style of Gary Cooper or Randolph Scott. He had a big frame with large hands and feet. His body was toned by years of hard farm work — digging, lifting, and moving stock. But he was not a hard person. He had a tender sensitive side which he usually showed by his love of nature. He hated hunting because he couldn’t bear killing any magnificent wild beast. He tolerated fishing only by telling himself that fish were such a low species that they actually caught themselves most of the time. He loved his mother and his sisters, the only females to date he had ever really known. He really didn’t know if he was doing the right thing; he was afraid he might offend. He was working on instinct because he really had nothing to fall back on, but apparently, he did the right things now. Jessie moved in close and leaned her head on his shoulder.

To be continued]]> A story by Senor Longo

Chapter 1

Jakob was pissed! He didn’t want to go on the stupid senior trip in the first place and now, because his dad had to get back to the farm chores, Jakob was more than an hour early for the departure. Moping, he boarded the coach, went about two-thirds of the way down the aisle, and climbed into a seat. He hated most of his classmates and thought that they hated him. He was just a dumb-ass farm boy; they lived in town or in the new residential developments on what used to be farm land. They watched HBO and Showtime; he didn’t even have cable. They had I-pods; he had chores. He had nothing in common with any of them, yet here he was seated on the coach, getting ready for the trip to Disney World. Damn his mother, anyway! Damn this whole fucking idea! He kept his head down, making believe he was looking out the window while the other seniors got seated, joking and laughing all the way down the aisle.

Suddenly, a shadow was cast over him, as someone stood at the empty seat. “Is this taken?”

“Oh, no,” Jakob thought, “this is the last thing I need.” He looked up and almost died. It was Jessie, the most beautiful, sexiest girl in the class —the one with the hottest body, the best breasts, the tightest ass, the hottest legs in the entire county. Jakob looked around; all the other seats seemed to be filled.

“Well, aren’t you going to answer me? I know you weren’t raised to be rude.”

“S…Sorry,” Jakob gasped. “I guess you can sit there. I’m not saving it for anybody.”

Jessie smoothed the rear of her short shorts, noticing all the attention her superbly sculpted ass was getting from her classmates—girls as well as boys. Then she slid into the seat, bumping into Jakob as she did. “Now it’s my turn to apologize. Sorry for being so clumsy. I almost sat right on top of you.”

“It’s OK, no harm done.” Then Jakob turned back to the window, afraid of the reaction a glance at Jessie would cause. When she turned away for a moment he snuck a glance—just a few seconds. Her breasts were magnificent—firm and round, coming to a point where her nipple pressed against the tightly stretched fabric of her bra and t-shirt. Her abdomen was firm and flat; her waist was tiny flaring to round hips. Her legs were long and slender. Where they met was a three-inch space. Oh, that space was so incredibly inviting! Jakob figured she must have dates and boyfriends by the hundreds. It was only a few seconds but his body reacted to the sight. He could feel the denim covering his thigh stretch around his growing erection. Just then Jessie turned back toward him, looked down and smiled. Jakob turned six shades of red in embarrassment. He was mortified, not that he had reacted — that she had so readily found him out. He decided then that Jessie was a real tease.

Finally, the teachers arrived and the coach pulled out, beginning its day-long trip to the park. Jakob tried to shrink against the bus wall—anything to get away from Jessie. However, when one is 6 feet, 2 inches tall and weighs more than 200 pounds that’s no easy task. She, however, seemed to take Jakob as a challenge to her femininity. She stretched in the seat forcing her breasts against the straining cloth of her shirt. Jakob looked on in awe. He never thought such thin cotton could be so strong. When she brought her arms down to her sides she brushed against Jakob’s bicep. Her touch felt hot to Jakob; a jolt of electricity surged through him at her touch. Jessie just looked — and smiled.

Jakob was getting really uncomfortable. His erection just wouldn’t go away. In fact, it seemed to grow larger, much to his continual embarrassment and Jessie’s continual amusement. Jessie rose half-way out of her seat and looked around. Most of the other kids were either sleeping or engrossed in their MP3 players or video games. She sat back down, turned to face Jakob and said, “You seem to have quite a problem there. I feel responsible. Why don’t you let me take care of that for you?” Her deft fingers fell upon his cock with a vengeance. She rubbed him up and down.

“Why are you doing this?” Jakob whispered desperately.

“Let’s just say I don’t enjoy seeing another human being in distress, especially when I am so obviously the cause. I am the cause, aren’t I?”

Jakob could barely speak so he just nodded agreement. Shielding with her body she moved her hands up to his belt and in only a few seconds his cock sprung loose. Now it was her turn to be amazed. Jakob’s cock was not less than nine inches long and very thick. She shuddered to think what a weapon like this could do to her pussy. She could barely reach her long fingers around it. She slowly began to stroke this magnificent beast. Jakob was spell-bound by this vixen so determined to jerk him off. Jessie speeded her motions; Jakob could barely breathe in his excitement. A sudden shudder signalled the onset of his orgasm. As Jakob’s cock began to twitch uncontrollably, Jessie leaned forward to take him into her mouth. She had just engulfed the head when it exploded in an orgasm more forceful and more intense than any he had ever experienced. Stream after stream of hot searing cum rammed into the back of her throat. Jessie just managed to swallow it all then licked all around the tip successfully cleaning it of any remaining semen. She gave his monster cock a final kiss and put it back into Jakob’s pants. She leaned forward, kissed Jakob on the cheek and whispered, “Maybe you can return the favour later.” If Jakob was embarrassed before, he was horrified now.

Jakob had absolutely no experience with girls. Living on the large family farm had isolated him from his classmates. This did not mean, however, that he had no experience with sex. He masturbated regularly, sometimes two or three times a day often dreaming of Jessie, and he had fucked Sarah, the family mule. He could not imagine that a girl could be so forward. The trip wasn’t even an hour old and she had not only jerked him off, sucked up his cum, and licked his cock clean, she had all but invited him to do the same to her. Maybe this trip wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Summoning all his courage Jakob turned to Jessie, looked her in the eye, and said, “OK, why me?”

Jessie turned, “Why not you?”

“You are the most beautiful girl in the class. Hell, you’re the most beautiful girl in the county. Why aren’t you sitting with the popular football stars, or some other jock?

“Jakob, this body isn’t the blessing you might think it is. Most boys are intimidated by me and the girls are either jealous or just hate me because they think I’m so popular with the boys. The truth is… I hardly ever go out on dates. When I do, all the boy can think about is groping me. I’m just as lonely as you are. Different reason, maybe — but just as lonely.”

Jakob could barely believe his ears. Then Jessie continued, “You probably think I’m brazen the way I did what I just did. I was terrified you’d reject me. Yours is the first cock I’ve ever seen, let alone touched or licked.”

Now Jakob was speechless. He had been so jealous of this gorgeous creature, and now he learned she was just as human as he was — just as desperate as he was. He reached out, taking her hand in his. Her skin was so soft in comparison to his calloused work-hardened paw. He looked at Jessie and saw that there was a tear in her eye. He wiped it from her face with his finger. Jakob was what people used to call “raw-boned” in the style of Gary Cooper or Randolph Scott. He had a big frame with large hands and feet. His body was toned by years of hard farm work — digging, lifting, and moving stock. But he was not a hard person. He had a tender sensitive side which he usually showed by his love of nature. He hated hunting because he couldn’t bear killing any magnificent wild beast. He tolerated fishing only by telling himself that fish were such a low species that they actually caught themselves most of the time. He loved his mother and his sisters, the only females to date he had ever really known. He really didn’t know if he was doing the right thing; he was afraid he might offend. He was working on instinct because he really had nothing to fall back on, but apparently, he did the right things now. Jessie moved in close and leaned her head on his shoulder.

To be continued]]> <![CDATA[Wife journey]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73293.html Sun, 12 Apr 2026 12:43:49 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73293.html <![CDATA[Gaon Mein Secret Affair || Desi hindi sex stories]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73288.html Sun, 12 Apr 2026 03:28:00 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73288.html Gaon Mein Secret Affair || Desi hindi sex stories

Hello doston, main Arjun hoon, ab 21 saal ka. Yeh kahani ek saal pehle ki hai jab mere college ke exams khatam hue the aur main holidays ke liye apne gaon (Lucknow ke paas ek chhote gaon) gaya tha.

Gaon mein sirf dada ji akela rehte the kyunki dadi ji guzar chuki thi. Unhone ghar ka kaam karne ke liye Sunita aunty ko rakha hua tha. Sunita aunty 29 saal ki thi, do bachchon ki maa, lekin unka body itna tight aur jawan tha ki koi bhi ladka dekh ke pagal ho jaaye. Figure lagbhag 36-30-38 – bade ubhare hue boobs, patli kamar aur bahut gol, moti gaand. Unka pati Pune mein kaam karta tha, isliye wo bachchon ke saath ghar ke bahar wale kamre mein rehti thi.
Main raat ke 2 baje gaon pahuncha. Dada ji so rahe the. Thodi der baat ki aur main apne room mein so gaya. Subah 10 baje jab meri aankh khuli toh Sunita aunty chai lekar aayi. Jaise hi maine unko dekha, mera muh khula reh gaya. Itni hot aurat ghar mein kaam kar rahi hai? Unke bade boobs kurti ke andar se bahar nikalne ko betab the aur jab wo chalti thi toh unki gaand itni zabardast hilti thi ki lund khada ho jaata tha.
Unhone muskurate hue kaha, “Arjun beta, nashta bana diya hai, kha lo.” Unki awaaz bhi bahut meethi thi. Main bas unki gaand ko dekhta reh gaya jab wo wapas gayi. Us din se mera dimag sirf unko chodne ke baare mein sochne laga.
Dada ji ke saath baatein ki, TV dekha, thodi der soya aur shaam ko pond ke paas purane doston se milne chala gaya. Lekin dimag mein sirf Sunita aunty ki chut aur gaand ghum rahi thi. Raat ko khana khaane ke baad main room mein chala gaya. Din mein soya tha isliye neend nahi aa rahi thi. Aunty ko yaad karke mutth maari aur so gaya.
Aadhi raat ko paani peene utha. Neeche se awaaz aa rahi thi. Dada ji ke room ki light jal rahi thi. Main dheere se window ke paas gaya aur andar jhaanka.
Andar jo scene tha, mera dimag ud gaya. Dada ji Sunita aunty ki chut chaat rahe the aur aunty unka sar pakad ke apni chut pe daba rahi thi, dheere-dheere siskiyan le rahi thi. Phir aunty ne dada ji ka lund muh mein le liya aur choosne lagi. Dada ji ka 7 inch lund unke muh mein andar-bahar ho raha tha. Thodi der baad dada ji aunty ke muh mein hi jhad gaye.
Fir aunty ne whisky ka peg banaya, dada ji ko diya aur khud cigarette sulga li. Dada ji ne peg piya aur cigarette peete hue aunty ko apne upar kheench liya. Aunty ne phir se lund muh mein liya aur choosne lagi. Dada ji ka lund phir khada ho gaya. Aunty let gayi, taangein failayi aur dada ji ne ek jhatke mein poora lund unki chut mein daal diya. Aunty zor se cheekhi, “Aahhh… babuji… bahut zor se…” Dada ji ne unka muh daba liya aur zor-zor se chodne lage.
Mainne turant apna phone nikaala aur poori chudai ka video record kar liya (dada ji ka chehra clearly nahi dikh raha tha isliye safe tha).
Subah utha toh dada ji kisi dost ke yahan zameen ke jhagde mein ja rahe the aur shaam tak lautne wale the. Sunita aunty kitchen mein kaam kar rahi thi. Maine unko chai banane ko bola. Jab wo chai leke aayi tab main TV pe raat ka video chala raha tha.
Unka chehra safed pad gaya. Wo rone lagi aur boli, “Arjun beta, please kisi ko mat batana… meri izzat barbaad ho jaayegi.”
Mainne seedha kaha, “Aunty, main kisi ko nahi bataunga… bas aap mujhe bhi wohi maza do jo dada ji ko deti ho.”
Wo mana karne lagi. Maine dhamki di ki video village mein sabko dikha dunga. Aunty dar gayi lekin phir bhi thodi der tak mana karti rahi. Aakhir mein wo boli, “Theek hai… lekin yeh baat dada ji ko mat batana.”
Main room mein chala gaya aur wait karne laga. Thodi der baad wo aayi. Jaise hi andar aayi, maine usko pakad liya aur upar se hi unke bade boobs zor-zor se dabane laga. Wo “Ahhh… dheere… dard ho raha hai” kar rahi thi.
Phir wo khud meri pant khol ke mera lund haath mein le liya aur sehlane lagi. Maine uske saare kapde utaar diye. Unke bade, bhare hue boobs bahut sundar the. Maine unko bed pe litaya, taangein failayi aur apna lund unki geeli chut pe ragadne laga. Ek tez dhakke mein poora lund andar pel diya.
Sunita aunty zor se cheekhi, “Aaaahhh… bahut mota hai… dheere karo…” Lekin main rukne wala nahi tha. Maine zor-zor se dhakke maarne shuru kar diye. Unki chut bahut tight aur geeli thi. Har dhakke pe unke boobs hil rahe the aur wo moan kar rahi thi, “Haan Arjun… aur zor se… faad do meri chut…”
Mainne unki chut chaati bhi – jeebh se unki clit ko chus-ta tha. Aunty pagal ho gayi aur mera sar pakad ke apni chut pe daba rahi thi. Thodi der baad wo jhad gayi aur mera muh unke chut ke ras se bhar gaya.
Phir maine unko ghodi banaya aur peeche se unki moti gaand pakad ke zor-zor se chodne laga. Aunty ab puri tarah se garam ho chuki thi aur khud gaand peeche dhakel rahi thi. Maine unke andar hi jhad gaya.
Us din ke baad maine Sunita aunty ko kai baar choda – kabhi dopahar mein jab dada ji so rahe hote, kabhi raat ko chhat pe. Wo ab mujhe bahut enjoy karti thi.
Plot Twist & Extended Ending:
Ek din maine apne do close dost ko bhi secretly bata diya. Unhone mujhe challenge kiya ki agar aunty sach mein meri randi ban gayi hai toh unko bhi ek baar chodne de. Maine aunty ko manaya (paise aur gifts ka lalach dekar). Ek raat jab dada ji bahar gaye the, maine dono doston ko bula liya. Us raat teeno ne mil kar Sunita aunty ko bahut wild choda – ek uski chut mein, ek muh mein aur teesra uske boobs pe. Aunty pehli baar itni wild chudai se itna enjoy ki wo khud boli, “Arre waah… aaj toh poori randi ban gayi main!”

Ab jab bhi main gaon jaata hoon, Sunita aunty mera intezaar karti hai. Wo ab mujhe blowjob bhi deti hai (pehle mana karti thi). Dada ji ko abhi tak kuch pata nahi chala aur hum teeno ka yeh secret mazedaar silsila chal raha hai.

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]]> <![CDATA[Traditional Keerthi Gets Ravished By Fuckboy]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73287.html Sat, 11 Apr 2026 22:03:06 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73287.html
I used to be a pretty avid writer on Xossip and a reader. I started writing sex stories when I was very young. Now my stories have dark themes and I have been working on a couple of new ones. The stories here are partly based on my experiences and also some are pure fantasies around real people.

I hope you enjoy!!]]>
I used to be a pretty avid writer on Xossip and a reader. I started writing sex stories when I was very young. Now my stories have dark themes and I have been working on a couple of new ones. The stories here are partly based on my experiences and also some are pure fantasies around real people.

I hope you enjoy!!]]> <![CDATA[NEW UPDATE IS COMING SOON...]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73273.html Fri, 10 Apr 2026 12:30:53 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73273.html NEW UPDATE IS COMING SOON...]]> NEW UPDATE IS COMING SOON...]]> <![CDATA[I fucked my boss’ daughter]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73264.html Thu, 09 Apr 2026 19:46:00 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73264.html A story by Avenger Knight

“Just another few lines.” I muttered quietly to myself. I just had to check another few lines of this document and I could get away from this cramped cubicle for the day. Turn this overly bright monitor off and retreat to the sanctuary of my apartment.

“Last section.” I did my best to concentrate on the work. My eyes had already flicked to the time, official finishing time was well over an hour ago.

A couple of minutes later and I was done. I could have left this for tomorrow but I know tomorrow I will get more reports to get done. I move the mouse cursor over the start menu, clicking the power option and click the shutdown button. Official finish time was five and it was now after six. I slowly tossed my suit jacket on and grabbed my brief case.

“Leaving so soon?” The pompous dull tone of one of my co-workers said. His name was Jerry and he was a total kiss ass. He was always first one in and last one to leave, it was so clear he was so desperate for the vacant senior managers role. I personally would love to get it just to get one up on him.

“It’s six o’clock Jerry.” I said flatly as walked past him.

“That attitude will never get you far.” He said in a disapproving voice.

“Fuck off Jerry!” I replied as I flipped him the middle finger as I left.

I worked in a large corporate building in the city. My office as they like to call it, was on the seventeenth floor. The building had three elevators and it was the middle one that opened. There was already someone inside.

Anyone coming from above was either in the legal department, HR or executives. I did my best to give her a courtesy nod and a small hello, making sure to keep my eyes on her face. She was an absolute stunner. She had dark blonde hair tied up in a bun behind her head. Her face had just the right amount of make up to make her blue eyes pop. She wore a black blazer with a white blouse that looked like it was bursting at the seams. To say she had a large chest was an understatement. A short black skirt with tights and heels completed the outfit. Not to mention the designer handbag hanging off her arm with her phone in hand. She only gave me the briefest of smiles as the elevator door closed.

It was an awkward decent until she got off at the fourth floor. Her heels breaking the silence. She was definitely in the executive department as the fourth floor was only reserved for their cars. Myself, I was another two floors down.

As it often was the parking lot was very empty. I had made sure that when I got a promotion from the customer service department, I got my own space. It was always a fight for spaces before and was even worse going for public transport.

I climbed into my pride and joy. A cherry red BMW Z4 with a hard top. It wasn’t the most flashy or fancy car but I had always wanted one so with my bonus I got one.

As the crow flies, I only live about fifteen to twenty minutes away but with traffic it doubles.

I get back to my apartment block and park up in the garage. It’s a six-floor building with the garage taking up the ground floor. I managed to get a great price on a one bed corner apartment on the top floor.

My apartment is nothing special but it’s mine. All thanks to my parents I’m mortgage free at the age of twenty-nine. There was a small entrance hall which then opened into a modest open planned kitchen and living room area. There was a large window in the opposite corner that let in plenty of light. The bathroom was to my immediate right and the bedroom was the door after. I headed for the bedroom and striped down, planning on taking a shower. Once undressed and I walked into the bathroom and leant against the sink. Looking at myself. My short dark brown hair not as well kept as it was this morning. Small bags and droopy eyelids hid my brown eyes. I ran my hand across the dark stumble that had formed along my narrow chin.

I definitely didn’t consider myself ugly and personally thought I was a decent looking guy but it’s been two years since I’ve had a girlfriend and several months since I’ve been laid. With a deep sigh I get myself showered.

My night followed the normal routine. Shower, dinner, tv then bed. I was actually in bed when my phone went. It was my older sister of two years.

“Hello Nicholas!” Her voice said cheerfully, I sighed deeply. My birth name was Nicholas but I’ve never used it apart from official documentation. I have always gone by Nick whenever I can.

“Hello Elizabeth!” I replied, knowing it would annoy her just like me. Again, her given name was Elizabeth but she always went by Lizzy. I mean we both could have legally changed our names but neither of us would do that to our mother.

“Ok ok touché!” She spoke. “Anyway, what are you doing this weekend?” She asked, almost frantically.

“Eh nothing probably why?” I replied, laying on my bed staring at the ceiling. I don’t know why she even asked, I barely have plans for the weekend. I’ve tried to go out on dates before but after a bad run, I gave up.

“Perfect, my friend Catherine…”

“Nope, no way!” I said cutting her off. I knew exactly where she was going with this and I wasn’t going on another blind date with one of my sister’s friends. Oh I need to clarify that the blind dates with her friends before have turned out to be girls that my sister met at the hairdressers, at the supermarket, on the train. They aren’t really friends.

“What? You don’t even know what I was going to say!” She said a little defensively.

“I do, you were going to say that your friend, insert name, is recently single and that you think we would make a great match. She’s funny, smart and good looking. Insert de*****ion, oh she’s, blah blah years old as well.” I rambled off a speech I’ve heard a few times.

“Well… her name is Catherine, she’s been single a while, ex-boyfriend moved away or something. She is actually funny and smart, a very pretty blonde girl. She’s got a large chest like I know you like and she’s only a year younger than you! What’s the big deal?” Again, she sounded defensive, even offended.

“Because every blind date you set me up on, you fail to mention their red flags.” I tell her.

“Red flags? Name one!” She scoffed.

“Ok… so Violet was never off her phone, Natasha was a racist, Braelynn was a stuck-up bitch and don’t even get me started on Tatiana!” I said to her rattling off names.

“What was wrong with Tatiana? She was a lovely girl?” Lizzy asked.

“Lovely? She was a fucking psycho! She threatened to rip the waiter’s balls off for bringing over a vodka Coke not a JD and Coke.” It was actually quite scary and that was just a simple mistake with a drink.

“Well, if he got it wrong…” Lizzy tried to defend.

“Lizzy! She literally threatened him with a knife.”

“Ok, so some weren’t great but Catherine is different!” She said. I sighed deeply and weighed my options. Have a date with a stranger or spend the weekend alone.

“Fine…” I conceded.

“Yeah? You will?” She asked excitedly.

“Yesss, I mean I don’t have anything better to do anyway.” I sighed.

“Exactly! Ok perfect, I’ll text her and send you the details. How does seven on Saturday sound?” She offered.

“Yeah ok, where?” I asked.

“The olive grove?” She suggested. I nodded silently, I’ve been there before and it is a good place for a first date. Classy and nice but not overly expensive.

“Ok yeah, go for that. I’ll make a reservation.” I tell her. Lizzy and I speak for about another ten minutes before we hang up and I get to sleep.

To be continued]]> A story by Avenger Knight

“Just another few lines.” I muttered quietly to myself. I just had to check another few lines of this document and I could get away from this cramped cubicle for the day. Turn this overly bright monitor off and retreat to the sanctuary of my apartment.

“Last section.” I did my best to concentrate on the work. My eyes had already flicked to the time, official finishing time was well over an hour ago.

A couple of minutes later and I was done. I could have left this for tomorrow but I know tomorrow I will get more reports to get done. I move the mouse cursor over the start menu, clicking the power option and click the shutdown button. Official finish time was five and it was now after six. I slowly tossed my suit jacket on and grabbed my brief case.

“Leaving so soon?” The pompous dull tone of one of my co-workers said. His name was Jerry and he was a total kiss ass. He was always first one in and last one to leave, it was so clear he was so desperate for the vacant senior managers role. I personally would love to get it just to get one up on him.

“It’s six o’clock Jerry.” I said flatly as walked past him.

“That attitude will never get you far.” He said in a disapproving voice.

“Fuck off Jerry!” I replied as I flipped him the middle finger as I left.

I worked in a large corporate building in the city. My office as they like to call it, was on the seventeenth floor. The building had three elevators and it was the middle one that opened. There was already someone inside.

Anyone coming from above was either in the legal department, HR or executives. I did my best to give her a courtesy nod and a small hello, making sure to keep my eyes on her face. She was an absolute stunner. She had dark blonde hair tied up in a bun behind her head. Her face had just the right amount of make up to make her blue eyes pop. She wore a black blazer with a white blouse that looked like it was bursting at the seams. To say she had a large chest was an understatement. A short black skirt with tights and heels completed the outfit. Not to mention the designer handbag hanging off her arm with her phone in hand. She only gave me the briefest of smiles as the elevator door closed.

It was an awkward decent until she got off at the fourth floor. Her heels breaking the silence. She was definitely in the executive department as the fourth floor was only reserved for their cars. Myself, I was another two floors down.

As it often was the parking lot was very empty. I had made sure that when I got a promotion from the customer service department, I got my own space. It was always a fight for spaces before and was even worse going for public transport.

I climbed into my pride and joy. A cherry red BMW Z4 with a hard top. It wasn’t the most flashy or fancy car but I had always wanted one so with my bonus I got one.

As the crow flies, I only live about fifteen to twenty minutes away but with traffic it doubles.

I get back to my apartment block and park up in the garage. It’s a six-floor building with the garage taking up the ground floor. I managed to get a great price on a one bed corner apartment on the top floor.

My apartment is nothing special but it’s mine. All thanks to my parents I’m mortgage free at the age of twenty-nine. There was a small entrance hall which then opened into a modest open planned kitchen and living room area. There was a large window in the opposite corner that let in plenty of light. The bathroom was to my immediate right and the bedroom was the door after. I headed for the bedroom and striped down, planning on taking a shower. Once undressed and I walked into the bathroom and leant against the sink. Looking at myself. My short dark brown hair not as well kept as it was this morning. Small bags and droopy eyelids hid my brown eyes. I ran my hand across the dark stumble that had formed along my narrow chin.

I definitely didn’t consider myself ugly and personally thought I was a decent looking guy but it’s been two years since I’ve had a girlfriend and several months since I’ve been laid. With a deep sigh I get myself showered.

My night followed the normal routine. Shower, dinner, tv then bed. I was actually in bed when my phone went. It was my older sister of two years.

“Hello Nicholas!” Her voice said cheerfully, I sighed deeply. My birth name was Nicholas but I’ve never used it apart from official documentation. I have always gone by Nick whenever I can.

“Hello Elizabeth!” I replied, knowing it would annoy her just like me. Again, her given name was Elizabeth but she always went by Lizzy. I mean we both could have legally changed our names but neither of us would do that to our mother.

“Ok ok touché!” She spoke. “Anyway, what are you doing this weekend?” She asked, almost frantically.

“Eh nothing probably why?” I replied, laying on my bed staring at the ceiling. I don’t know why she even asked, I barely have plans for the weekend. I’ve tried to go out on dates before but after a bad run, I gave up.

“Perfect, my friend Catherine…”

“Nope, no way!” I said cutting her off. I knew exactly where she was going with this and I wasn’t going on another blind date with one of my sister’s friends. Oh I need to clarify that the blind dates with her friends before have turned out to be girls that my sister met at the hairdressers, at the supermarket, on the train. They aren’t really friends.

“What? You don’t even know what I was going to say!” She said a little defensively.

“I do, you were going to say that your friend, insert name, is recently single and that you think we would make a great match. She’s funny, smart and good looking. Insert de*****ion, oh she’s, blah blah years old as well.” I rambled off a speech I’ve heard a few times.

“Well… her name is Catherine, she’s been single a while, ex-boyfriend moved away or something. She is actually funny and smart, a very pretty blonde girl. She’s got a large chest like I know you like and she’s only a year younger than you! What’s the big deal?” Again, she sounded defensive, even offended.

“Because every blind date you set me up on, you fail to mention their red flags.” I tell her.

“Red flags? Name one!” She scoffed.

“Ok… so Violet was never off her phone, Natasha was a racist, Braelynn was a stuck-up bitch and don’t even get me started on Tatiana!” I said to her rattling off names.

“What was wrong with Tatiana? She was a lovely girl?” Lizzy asked.

“Lovely? She was a fucking psycho! She threatened to rip the waiter’s balls off for bringing over a vodka Coke not a JD and Coke.” It was actually quite scary and that was just a simple mistake with a drink.

“Well, if he got it wrong…” Lizzy tried to defend.

“Lizzy! She literally threatened him with a knife.”

“Ok, so some weren’t great but Catherine is different!” She said. I sighed deeply and weighed my options. Have a date with a stranger or spend the weekend alone.

“Fine…” I conceded.

“Yeah? You will?” She asked excitedly.

“Yesss, I mean I don’t have anything better to do anyway.” I sighed.

“Exactly! Ok perfect, I’ll text her and send you the details. How does seven on Saturday sound?” She offered.

“Yeah ok, where?” I asked.

“The olive grove?” She suggested. I nodded silently, I’ve been there before and it is a good place for a first date. Classy and nice but not overly expensive.

“Ok yeah, go for that. I’ll make a reservation.” I tell her. Lizzy and I speak for about another ten minutes before we hang up and I get to sleep.

To be continued]]> <![CDATA[Noida wife's descent into Quicksand ( New Novel)]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73262.html Thu, 09 Apr 2026 18:07:45 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73262.html Hello Readers

A new story bordered on an Urban modern couple as they navigate their marriage and fast paced city life . Do let me know your valued feedback for me to improve

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Chapter 1: The New Flat in Sector 62

The evening light in Noida was the colour of warm brass, slanting through the half-open balcony doors of the third-floor flat in Sector 137. Monica Patel stood at the kitchen counter in a thin white tank top and black yoga pants, unpacking the last of the dinner plates.

Behind her, Rakesh her husband sat at the small dining table, still in his office formals , scrolling through his phone. His shoulders were narrow, his posture slightly hunched even when he wasn’t tired. At thirty-four he had already settled into the quiet, harmless rhythm of a man who had once harbored ambitions of conquering the world. He ofcourse did not make it that big , but he worked hard at his job . Today he is a DGM at the Metro Rail Corporation—respectable, steady but also utterly unremarkable.
He recently got a promotion to lead the groundwork of the new Noida - Meerut rapid transit railway network. And thats why the couple shifted from the comfortable familiar confines of Gurgaon to this relatively unknown as well as deserted pocket of Noida right across the Meerut expressway.

Rakesh and Monica were married about a couple of years ago after dating together for a year. They met at a family function and instantly hit off. Monica had come out of a bad breakup with her long standing boyfriend and found Rakesh uncomplicated and matured. He was simple and fun with no drama and no U turn in life. The stability Monica never found with her ex boyfriend. Hence , for Rakesh it was not very difficult to woo Monica.

The calculative and mathematical brain Rakesh had , he had his lines and plans always ready for Monica. Be it planning for the fancy dinner dates or buying the most thoughtful gifts for birthday, Rakesh almost had an excel sheet for every ocassion. Meticulously planned and executed like an absolute Pro. Rakesh obviously was smitten by Monica's beauty. Rakesh's friends were overtly jealous of how Monica was nothing short of an absolute jackpot for Rakesh.

Rakesh knew why!

The fabric of the tank top clung to the deep curve of Monica's lower back before flaring over the generous, taut swell of her sexy ass. Every time she reached up to the overhead shelf to put something there , the hem of the tank rode higher, exposing a teasing strip of smooth, fair skin above the waistband of her panties. Her proud 34D breasts shifted heavily with the motion, firm and full, the thin cotton doing nothing to hide the faint outline of her nipples in the cool breeze from the AC.
She was thirty-one, and she knew exactly how she made people oogle at her. Her large firm tits would attract male gaze instantly wherever she went and both Monica and Rakesh knew that her breasts have only become juicier due to Rakesh's unforgiving mauling and sucking every night.

Rakesh glanced up once, eyes flicking over the way Monica’s ass moved as she bent to slide the plates into the lower cabinet. The heavy, rounded globes of her ass jiggled once, twice, then settled. He looked back at his phone almost immediately, as if the dirty sight embarrassed him.
“Dinner’s almost ready,” Monica said without turning around. Her voice was low, a little husky from the long day of client calls. “I made your favourite dal. The one with the extra tadka.”
Rakesh nodded. “Thank you, baby.” The endearment sounded automatic, polite. He cleared his throat. “How was your day today ?”
Monica straightened, brushing a strand of straight black hair behind her ear. The motion lifted her breasts again, stretching the tank top across them. She turned, leaning back against the counter, arms loosely crossed under her chest so that the soft, heavy flesh pushed together and upward.

“Same as always,” she said, smiling the small, professional smile she used on hesitant clients. “Two new policies closed. One guy from Chandigarh wanted to flirt the whole time instead of signing. Kept calling me ‘ma’am’ like it was a compliment.” She gave a soft laugh, but there was an edge to it. “I smiled and closed the deal anyway. Thirty-eight lakhs premium. My branch head was happy.”
Monica worked as a closing sales manager for a MNC insurance company. The company specialized in selling high end insurance cover for corporates and Monica off late has been killing at her role. It was only October and she had already clocked more than 10 crores of Sales , hitting the yearly target with almost 3 months left in the year.

Rakesh’s eyes flicked to the delicious aroma of the tadka for half a second, then away.

“That’s good. Very good.” He adjusted his glasses. “The flat still feels… new, na? Not like Gurgaon.”
Monica looked around the open-plan living-dining area. The walls were still bare except for one large framed wedding photo they had hung that morning. In it she was smiling brightly in a red lehenga, Rakesh beside her looking slightly stunned, as if he still couldn’t believe she had said yes.

The flat smelled of fresh paint and the faint jasmine scent of the air freshener she had plugged in earlier.
“I like it,” she said. “More space. Better view of the metro line from the balcony. And it’s closer to my office in Sector 62. Twenty minutes instead of an hour in traffic.” She paused, then added lightly, “You’ll be home earlier too, right? Now that your new office is close by ”

Rakesh gave a small shrug. “Meetings have started piling up. The Japanese consultants are coming next month. Lots of presentations.” He smiled, the kind of smile that never quite reached his eyes. “But yes, I’ll try.”
Monica looked at the timid slope of his shoulders, the way his fingers tapped nervously on the phone case.
She pushed off the counter and walked over to him, the soft pad of her bare feet silent on the tiled floor. When she reached the table she leaned down, placing one hand on his shoulder, the other brushing a nonexistent speck of lint from his shirt. Her breasts brushed his arm, full and warm through the thin fabric. She felt him stiffen slightly, the way he always did when she got this close.

“You’ve been quiet since we moved,” she murmured, voice softer now. “Everything okay, Rakesh?”
He looked up at her. For a second his gaze dropped to the deep valley of cleavage inches from his face, then jerked back to her eyes. A faint flush crept up his neck.
“Just… adjusting,” he said. “New locality. New flat. New responsibilities at work.” He reached up and patted her hand where it rested on his shoulder, a quick, almost affectionate touch.

“You’re handling everything so well. The packing, the shifting, your sales targets. I don’t know how you do it.”

Monica smiled, but the smile didn’t quite touch her eyes. She straightened, letting her fingers trail along the side of his neck for a moment before she turned back toward the kitchen.
“Because someone has to Right ?” she said lightly, almost to herself.
She opened the fridge to take out the curd, bending slightly at the waist. The yoga pants stretched tight across her ass, the material thin enough to show the faint outline of the tiny black panties she wore underneath. The cool air raised goosebumps along the exposed strip of skin above the waistband.
Rakesh watched. He always watched when he thought she wasn’t looking. His throat worked once, but he said nothing.

Outside, the metro train rumbled past on the elevated track, its lights streaking across the balcony doors like slow golden comets. Inside, Monica and Rakesh settled in for a cozy comfortable dinner after a hard draining day.

Chapter 2: Dust and Desire

The fourth-floor apartment in Sector 62 overlooked a strange contradiction that Noida still hadn’t resolved. Below the gleaming glass-and-steel high-rise, the approach roads were little more than dust bowls—potholed stretches of gravel and loose earth that turned into choking clouds by day and pitch-black voids after sunset. Streetlights flickered weakly or not at all. The posh society’s boundary wall ended abruptly, and just beyond it sprawled a sprawling slum, its tin roofs and narrow lanes overflowing with filth and muck!

Monica had noticed the men almost every night from her balcony—shadowy figures passing small packets, inhaling deeply, laughing in low, rough voices. The slum was notorious for drugs and gaanja ; everyone in the society whispered about it but no one complained too loudly. The high-rises had come up too fast, and the city’s underbelly had simply stayed put.

Monica stepped out of the Rapido cab that evening, slightly unsteady. The driver had pulled over on the empty highway stretch near the Sector 62 flyover, engine idling in the gathering dark. “Madam, one minute only please friend waiting just there,” he had said, eyes sliding openly to the deep V of her white formal shirt. The fabric had stretched tight across her 34D breasts during the bumpy ride, the top two buttons undone because of the heat resulting in a decently hot cleavage show. She had felt his stare like fingers on her skin—lingering on the soft upper swell, the faint outline of her bra. Heart hammering, she had snapped, “No. Drive straight to the society please ..I ..I am getting late ” .. Obviously, Monica was scared ...

The man had muttered angrily under his breath the entire remaining distance, knuckles white on the wheel. She had sat rigid, too scared to say anything more, thighs pressed together, silently cursing herself for choosing the cab over the metro. Metro would have been safer. Metro didn’t stop in the middle of nowhere.

By the time she reached the flat, the fear had settled into a low, humming tension between her legs.

Rakesh was already home.

He looked up with his usual mild expression. “Long day?”
Monica kicked off her heels, the movement making her big, taut ass jiggle inside the pencil skirt. “You have no idea.” She poured herself a glass of water.

Over dinner—she told him the whole story: the sudden stop, the driver’s request, the angry drive, the way his eyes had devoured her tits in the formal shirt the whole journey!

Rakesh listened, fork paused halfway to his mouth. Then he chuckled, a soft, harmless sound. “These cab drivers… animals. Good you said no. Metro next time, Mon! Much safer.”

She laughed too, the sound bright and relieved in the quiet flat. The fear melted into something warmer as she watched her husband’s timid smile. After the plates were cleared and the lights dimmed, the laughter didn’t stop. It followed them into the bedroom.

Clothes came off slowly. Monica peeled away her blue tee , letting her heavy, firm Bra less breasts spill free—round, firm, nipples already tight. Rakesh’s eyes widened the way they always did, as if he still couldn’t believe she was his.

She shimmied out of the sweatpants and panties, turning so he could see the full, plush curve of her ass, the way it jiggled when she bent to step out of the fabric.

Naked, she was a vision—fair skin glowing under the bedside lamp, hourglass body slim yet lush exactly where a man’s hands wanted to grab.

Rakesh was gentle, almost apologetic as he climbed over her. His touch was soft, reverent. He kissed her neck while his hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing the stiff peaks. Monica moaned low in her throat, arching into him. When he finally pushed his penis inside her—slow, careful—she wrapped her long legs around his waist and rocked her ass , feeling the familiar, safe fullness.

“Harder, baby.. you have reasons to be harder today ” she whispered, voice husky.

He tried. His thrusts were earnest but never quite commanding, the bed creaking softly under them. Monica’s moans grew louder, unrestrained. Her big breasts bounced with every movement, nipples dark and perky. She grabbed his shoulders, urging him deeper, her taut ass lifting off the sheets to meet him.

Between gasps, she laughed again. “If I scream too loud… the whole slum will wake up.”
Rakesh chuckled against her throat, panting due to the immense force he was trying to gather . “Let them hear. They’ll think some hot memsaab is getting the time of her life.”

The joke made her clench around him. Her moans turned sharper, breathier. “Imagine them… down there… doing their drugs… and hearing me cum…”
He groaned, pace quickening just a little. Monica’s head fell back, full lips parted, dark hair fanned across the pillow. Her body glistened with a light sheen of sweat; every jiggle of her ass, every bounce of her heavy tits drove the pleasure higher. She released first—loud, unashamed—crying out as the orgasm rolled through her in hot waves. Rakesh followed moments later, burying his face between her breasts, muffling his own quiet release.
They lay tangled afterward, breathing slowing. The flat was silent except for the distant hum of the metro line.

Monica slipped out of bed after a while, still naked, and walked to the balcony. Cool night air brushed over her flushed skin, tightening her nipples again. Below, the slum flickered with those familiar orange points of light. She could just make out figures moving in the shadows—passing something hand to hand, the faint scent of smoke drifting up on the breeze. One man looked up toward the high-rise, as if he could sense her watching.
She smiled to herself, a small, secret curve of her lips. The cab driver’s hungry stare. The dark, desolate roads. The slum that never slept. This new part of Noida felt raw, unfinished… alive in a way Gurgaon never had.
Behind her, Rakesh called softly from the bed, voice already sleepy. “Coming back, Mon?”
“Yea” she answered, voice silky.

She stayed on the balcony a moment longer, the night air tracing every curve of her body like a promise. ]]> Hello Readers

A new story bordered on an Urban modern couple as they navigate their marriage and fast paced city life . Do let me know your valued feedback for me to improve

Thanks

Chapter 1: The New Flat in Sector 62

The evening light in Noida was the colour of warm brass, slanting through the half-open balcony doors of the third-floor flat in Sector 137. Monica Patel stood at the kitchen counter in a thin white tank top and black yoga pants, unpacking the last of the dinner plates.

Behind her, Rakesh her husband sat at the small dining table, still in his office formals , scrolling through his phone. His shoulders were narrow, his posture slightly hunched even when he wasn’t tired. At thirty-four he had already settled into the quiet, harmless rhythm of a man who had once harbored ambitions of conquering the world. He ofcourse did not make it that big , but he worked hard at his job . Today he is a DGM at the Metro Rail Corporation—respectable, steady but also utterly unremarkable.
He recently got a promotion to lead the groundwork of the new Noida - Meerut rapid transit railway network. And thats why the couple shifted from the comfortable familiar confines of Gurgaon to this relatively unknown as well as deserted pocket of Noida right across the Meerut expressway.

Rakesh and Monica were married about a couple of years ago after dating together for a year. They met at a family function and instantly hit off. Monica had come out of a bad breakup with her long standing boyfriend and found Rakesh uncomplicated and matured. He was simple and fun with no drama and no U turn in life. The stability Monica never found with her ex boyfriend. Hence , for Rakesh it was not very difficult to woo Monica.

The calculative and mathematical brain Rakesh had , he had his lines and plans always ready for Monica. Be it planning for the fancy dinner dates or buying the most thoughtful gifts for birthday, Rakesh almost had an excel sheet for every ocassion. Meticulously planned and executed like an absolute Pro. Rakesh obviously was smitten by Monica's beauty. Rakesh's friends were overtly jealous of how Monica was nothing short of an absolute jackpot for Rakesh.

Rakesh knew why!

The fabric of the tank top clung to the deep curve of Monica's lower back before flaring over the generous, taut swell of her sexy ass. Every time she reached up to the overhead shelf to put something there , the hem of the tank rode higher, exposing a teasing strip of smooth, fair skin above the waistband of her panties. Her proud 34D breasts shifted heavily with the motion, firm and full, the thin cotton doing nothing to hide the faint outline of her nipples in the cool breeze from the AC.
She was thirty-one, and she knew exactly how she made people oogle at her. Her large firm tits would attract male gaze instantly wherever she went and both Monica and Rakesh knew that her breasts have only become juicier due to Rakesh's unforgiving mauling and sucking every night.

Rakesh glanced up once, eyes flicking over the way Monica’s ass moved as she bent to slide the plates into the lower cabinet. The heavy, rounded globes of her ass jiggled once, twice, then settled. He looked back at his phone almost immediately, as if the dirty sight embarrassed him.
“Dinner’s almost ready,” Monica said without turning around. Her voice was low, a little husky from the long day of client calls. “I made your favourite dal. The one with the extra tadka.”
Rakesh nodded. “Thank you, baby.” The endearment sounded automatic, polite. He cleared his throat. “How was your day today ?”
Monica straightened, brushing a strand of straight black hair behind her ear. The motion lifted her breasts again, stretching the tank top across them. She turned, leaning back against the counter, arms loosely crossed under her chest so that the soft, heavy flesh pushed together and upward.

“Same as always,” she said, smiling the small, professional smile she used on hesitant clients. “Two new policies closed. One guy from Chandigarh wanted to flirt the whole time instead of signing. Kept calling me ‘ma’am’ like it was a compliment.” She gave a soft laugh, but there was an edge to it. “I smiled and closed the deal anyway. Thirty-eight lakhs premium. My branch head was happy.”
Monica worked as a closing sales manager for a MNC insurance company. The company specialized in selling high end insurance cover for corporates and Monica off late has been killing at her role. It was only October and she had already clocked more than 10 crores of Sales , hitting the yearly target with almost 3 months left in the year.

Rakesh’s eyes flicked to the delicious aroma of the tadka for half a second, then away.

“That’s good. Very good.” He adjusted his glasses. “The flat still feels… new, na? Not like Gurgaon.”
Monica looked around the open-plan living-dining area. The walls were still bare except for one large framed wedding photo they had hung that morning. In it she was smiling brightly in a red lehenga, Rakesh beside her looking slightly stunned, as if he still couldn’t believe she had said yes.

The flat smelled of fresh paint and the faint jasmine scent of the air freshener she had plugged in earlier.
“I like it,” she said. “More space. Better view of the metro line from the balcony. And it’s closer to my office in Sector 62. Twenty minutes instead of an hour in traffic.” She paused, then added lightly, “You’ll be home earlier too, right? Now that your new office is close by ”

Rakesh gave a small shrug. “Meetings have started piling up. The Japanese consultants are coming next month. Lots of presentations.” He smiled, the kind of smile that never quite reached his eyes. “But yes, I’ll try.”
Monica looked at the timid slope of his shoulders, the way his fingers tapped nervously on the phone case.
She pushed off the counter and walked over to him, the soft pad of her bare feet silent on the tiled floor. When she reached the table she leaned down, placing one hand on his shoulder, the other brushing a nonexistent speck of lint from his shirt. Her breasts brushed his arm, full and warm through the thin fabric. She felt him stiffen slightly, the way he always did when she got this close.

“You’ve been quiet since we moved,” she murmured, voice softer now. “Everything okay, Rakesh?”
He looked up at her. For a second his gaze dropped to the deep valley of cleavage inches from his face, then jerked back to her eyes. A faint flush crept up his neck.
“Just… adjusting,” he said. “New locality. New flat. New responsibilities at work.” He reached up and patted her hand where it rested on his shoulder, a quick, almost affectionate touch.

“You’re handling everything so well. The packing, the shifting, your sales targets. I don’t know how you do it.”

Monica smiled, but the smile didn’t quite touch her eyes. She straightened, letting her fingers trail along the side of his neck for a moment before she turned back toward the kitchen.
“Because someone has to Right ?” she said lightly, almost to herself.
She opened the fridge to take out the curd, bending slightly at the waist. The yoga pants stretched tight across her ass, the material thin enough to show the faint outline of the tiny black panties she wore underneath. The cool air raised goosebumps along the exposed strip of skin above the waistband.
Rakesh watched. He always watched when he thought she wasn’t looking. His throat worked once, but he said nothing.

Outside, the metro train rumbled past on the elevated track, its lights streaking across the balcony doors like slow golden comets. Inside, Monica and Rakesh settled in for a cozy comfortable dinner after a hard draining day.

Chapter 2: Dust and Desire

The fourth-floor apartment in Sector 62 overlooked a strange contradiction that Noida still hadn’t resolved. Below the gleaming glass-and-steel high-rise, the approach roads were little more than dust bowls—potholed stretches of gravel and loose earth that turned into choking clouds by day and pitch-black voids after sunset. Streetlights flickered weakly or not at all. The posh society’s boundary wall ended abruptly, and just beyond it sprawled a sprawling slum, its tin roofs and narrow lanes overflowing with filth and muck!

Monica had noticed the men almost every night from her balcony—shadowy figures passing small packets, inhaling deeply, laughing in low, rough voices. The slum was notorious for drugs and gaanja ; everyone in the society whispered about it but no one complained too loudly. The high-rises had come up too fast, and the city’s underbelly had simply stayed put.

Monica stepped out of the Rapido cab that evening, slightly unsteady. The driver had pulled over on the empty highway stretch near the Sector 62 flyover, engine idling in the gathering dark. “Madam, one minute only please friend waiting just there,” he had said, eyes sliding openly to the deep V of her white formal shirt. The fabric had stretched tight across her 34D breasts during the bumpy ride, the top two buttons undone because of the heat resulting in a decently hot cleavage show. She had felt his stare like fingers on her skin—lingering on the soft upper swell, the faint outline of her bra. Heart hammering, she had snapped, “No. Drive straight to the society please ..I ..I am getting late ” .. Obviously, Monica was scared ...

The man had muttered angrily under his breath the entire remaining distance, knuckles white on the wheel. She had sat rigid, too scared to say anything more, thighs pressed together, silently cursing herself for choosing the cab over the metro. Metro would have been safer. Metro didn’t stop in the middle of nowhere.

By the time she reached the flat, the fear had settled into a low, humming tension between her legs.

Rakesh was already home.

He looked up with his usual mild expression. “Long day?”
Monica kicked off her heels, the movement making her big, taut ass jiggle inside the pencil skirt. “You have no idea.” She poured herself a glass of water.

Over dinner—she told him the whole story: the sudden stop, the driver’s request, the angry drive, the way his eyes had devoured her tits in the formal shirt the whole journey!

Rakesh listened, fork paused halfway to his mouth. Then he chuckled, a soft, harmless sound. “These cab drivers… animals. Good you said no. Metro next time, Mon! Much safer.”

She laughed too, the sound bright and relieved in the quiet flat. The fear melted into something warmer as she watched her husband’s timid smile. After the plates were cleared and the lights dimmed, the laughter didn’t stop. It followed them into the bedroom.

Clothes came off slowly. Monica peeled away her blue tee , letting her heavy, firm Bra less breasts spill free—round, firm, nipples already tight. Rakesh’s eyes widened the way they always did, as if he still couldn’t believe she was his.

She shimmied out of the sweatpants and panties, turning so he could see the full, plush curve of her ass, the way it jiggled when she bent to step out of the fabric.

Naked, she was a vision—fair skin glowing under the bedside lamp, hourglass body slim yet lush exactly where a man’s hands wanted to grab.

Rakesh was gentle, almost apologetic as he climbed over her. His touch was soft, reverent. He kissed her neck while his hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing the stiff peaks. Monica moaned low in her throat, arching into him. When he finally pushed his penis inside her—slow, careful—she wrapped her long legs around his waist and rocked her ass , feeling the familiar, safe fullness.

“Harder, baby.. you have reasons to be harder today ” she whispered, voice husky.

He tried. His thrusts were earnest but never quite commanding, the bed creaking softly under them. Monica’s moans grew louder, unrestrained. Her big breasts bounced with every movement, nipples dark and perky. She grabbed his shoulders, urging him deeper, her taut ass lifting off the sheets to meet him.

Between gasps, she laughed again. “If I scream too loud… the whole slum will wake up.”
Rakesh chuckled against her throat, panting due to the immense force he was trying to gather . “Let them hear. They’ll think some hot memsaab is getting the time of her life.”

The joke made her clench around him. Her moans turned sharper, breathier. “Imagine them… down there… doing their drugs… and hearing me cum…”
He groaned, pace quickening just a little. Monica’s head fell back, full lips parted, dark hair fanned across the pillow. Her body glistened with a light sheen of sweat; every jiggle of her ass, every bounce of her heavy tits drove the pleasure higher. She released first—loud, unashamed—crying out as the orgasm rolled through her in hot waves. Rakesh followed moments later, burying his face between her breasts, muffling his own quiet release.
They lay tangled afterward, breathing slowing. The flat was silent except for the distant hum of the metro line.

Monica slipped out of bed after a while, still naked, and walked to the balcony. Cool night air brushed over her flushed skin, tightening her nipples again. Below, the slum flickered with those familiar orange points of light. She could just make out figures moving in the shadows—passing something hand to hand, the faint scent of smoke drifting up on the breeze. One man looked up toward the high-rise, as if he could sense her watching.
She smiled to herself, a small, secret curve of her lips. The cab driver’s hungry stare. The dark, desolate roads. The slum that never slept. This new part of Noida felt raw, unfinished… alive in a way Gurgaon never had.
Behind her, Rakesh called softly from the bed, voice already sleepy. “Coming back, Mon?”
“Yea” she answered, voice silky.

She stayed on the balcony a moment longer, the night air tracing every curve of her body like a promise. ]]> <![CDATA[Indian student in USA [Scene 2 - Video 1]]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73250.html Wed, 08 Apr 2026 12:49:15 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73250.html Scene 1: The Cold Arrival at JFK

I stepped out of the terminal and, yaar, it was freezing. The New York wind hit my face like someone had just slapped me for no reason. I was dragging my two heavy suitcases, gripping them tight, and somehow my palms were still sweating even in that cold.

I saw the big signs for "U.S. Citizens" and "Non-Citizens" and I felt my heart jumping to 120 beats per minute. I looked at the long line of people and I realized I am the only one who looks like he just came from a village in India. I saw the security guards with their big guns and I felt my knees shaking. I felt the sweat soaking my armpits even though it was cold. I saw a woman officer looking at me from the booth.

I saw Officer Sarah. She is a woman. She is about 5'8" tall. She has a very large bust, maybe 38D, which was stretching the buttons of her blue security officer shirt. She has a very slim waist and wide hips. She has blonde hair tied in a very tight, neat bun. She has cold blue eyes and she is wearing red lipstick. She likes power and making people follow rules. She dislikes people who look nervous.

In case you are wondering who I am?

I am Arjun. I am a male. I am 6'1" tall. I have a slim, brown body. I have a large penis, about 7 inches, which is already getting hard because I am scared and excited at the same time. I am wearing a cheap brown jacket and jeans. I like beautiful women and I cannot stop thinking about sex. I dislike being treated like a criminal.

Officer Sarah: "You there. Step out of the line. Now."

I felt my heart rate hit 140. I walked towards her with my heavy bag.

Arjun: "Yes, Ma'am. I am a student. I have my visa."

Officer Sarah: "I don't care what you have. You look suspicious. Follow me to the private room."

I followed her into a small, white room with no windows. I smelled the scent of her strong perfume and the smell of bleach. I saw her lock the door.

Officer Sarah: "Take off your jacket. And your shirt. I need to check for hidden items."

I took off my shirt. I saw her eyes scanning my brown chest. I saw her tongue move over her lips. I felt my heart hitting 160.

Officer Sarah: "You Indians always look so dirty. But you have a nice body. Take off your pants."

Arjun: "Ma'am, please. I am just a student. This is not right."

Officer Sarah: "Shut up. I am the law here. Do it or I send you back on the next flight."

I unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall. I stood there in my underwear. I saw her looking at the big bulge in my fabric. I felt my dick throbbing.

Officer Sarah: "What is this? Are you hiding a weapon in your pants, boy?"

Officer Sarah: "I need to check. Stand against the wall."

I stood against the wall with my back facing her. My 7-inch cock jumped out and it was standing straight up. I saw her eyes go very wide.

Arjun: "I am sorry, Ma'am. I cannot control it."

Officer Sarah: "Wow. I heard you people were small. This is... interesting."

She reached out and gripped my dick with her cold hand. I felt a shock go through my whole body. She squeezed it hard, making me groan. She pushed me harder against the cold wall.

Officer Sarah: "You're lucky I'm in a good mood. If I find one mistake in your papers, you’re gone. But maybe we can make a deal."

Arjun: "Anything, Ma'am. Please."

Officer Sarah: "Get on your knees. I want to see if you’re as good with your mouth as you are at growing that giant thing."

I knelt down on the hard floor. I looked up at her. Her large bust was right in front of my face. I could see the lace of her bra peeking through the gaps in her shirt buttons. She reached down and unzipped her own trousers. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy was shaved clean and looked pink and wet.

Officer Sarah: "Lick it. Prove you want to stay in my country."

I leaned forward and pressed my tongue against her. She tasted like salt and expensive soap. I moved my tongue fast, rubbing her clit. I felt her hands grab my hair, pulling me closer. She was breathing very fast now.

Officer Sarah: "Yes... just like that, you little immigrant. Now, stand up. I want the real thing."

I stood up, my dick reaching for her face. She pushed me back against the wall and sank to her knees.

I saw her take her mouth and put it around my cock. I felt the wet warmth of her tongue and the scratch of her teeth. I felt my brain melting. I saw her looking up at me while she sucked me. I felt the power shifting. I realized she was using me, but I was also using her. I saw her hand moving to her own crotch, rubbing her pussy.

Officer Sarah: "Harder. I want you to fuck my mouth like a dog."

I grabbed her blonde hair and I started pushing my dick deep into her throat. I heard her gagging and I felt the spit running down my shaft. I felt a raw, dirty rage. I realized she thinks I am a sub-human, so I will treat her like a slut. I felt the cum building up in my balls. I felt my heart beating like a hammer.

Arjun: "You like this? You like the Indian boy's dick?"

Officer Sarah: "Mmmph! Yes! Give it to me!"

I felt my body explode. I shot my hot cum deep into her mouth and some of it splashed on her white skin and her uniform. I saw her swallow most of it. I felt my knees going weak. I saw her stand up and wipe her mouth with her sleeve. She looked at me with a smirk.

Officer Sarah: "Welcome to America, Arjun. Get dressed. If you tell anyone, I will have you deported for assault."

I felt the cold sweat on my forehead. I realized I had survived, but I had lost my soul. I saw her unlock the door and walk out like nothing happened. I felt my heart rate slowing down to 130. I realized my life in the US is going to be a very dark journey.

]]> Scene 1: The Cold Arrival at JFK

I stepped out of the terminal and, yaar, it was freezing. The New York wind hit my face like someone had just slapped me for no reason. I was dragging my two heavy suitcases, gripping them tight, and somehow my palms were still sweating even in that cold.

I saw the big signs for "U.S. Citizens" and "Non-Citizens" and I felt my heart jumping to 120 beats per minute. I looked at the long line of people and I realized I am the only one who looks like he just came from a village in India. I saw the security guards with their big guns and I felt my knees shaking. I felt the sweat soaking my armpits even though it was cold. I saw a woman officer looking at me from the booth.

I saw Officer Sarah. She is a woman. She is about 5'8" tall. She has a very large bust, maybe 38D, which was stretching the buttons of her blue security officer shirt. She has a very slim waist and wide hips. She has blonde hair tied in a very tight, neat bun. She has cold blue eyes and she is wearing red lipstick. She likes power and making people follow rules. She dislikes people who look nervous.

In case you are wondering who I am?

I am Arjun. I am a male. I am 6'1" tall. I have a slim, brown body. I have a large penis, about 7 inches, which is already getting hard because I am scared and excited at the same time. I am wearing a cheap brown jacket and jeans. I like beautiful women and I cannot stop thinking about sex. I dislike being treated like a criminal.

Officer Sarah: "You there. Step out of the line. Now."

I felt my heart rate hit 140. I walked towards her with my heavy bag.

Arjun: "Yes, Ma'am. I am a student. I have my visa."

Officer Sarah: "I don't care what you have. You look suspicious. Follow me to the private room."

I followed her into a small, white room with no windows. I smelled the scent of her strong perfume and the smell of bleach. I saw her lock the door.

Officer Sarah: "Take off your jacket. And your shirt. I need to check for hidden items."

I took off my shirt. I saw her eyes scanning my brown chest. I saw her tongue move over her lips. I felt my heart hitting 160.

Officer Sarah: "You Indians always look so dirty. But you have a nice body. Take off your pants."

Arjun: "Ma'am, please. I am just a student. This is not right."

Officer Sarah: "Shut up. I am the law here. Do it or I send you back on the next flight."

I unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall. I stood there in my underwear. I saw her looking at the big bulge in my fabric. I felt my dick throbbing.

Officer Sarah: "What is this? Are you hiding a weapon in your pants, boy?"

Officer Sarah: "I need to check. Stand against the wall."

I stood against the wall with my back facing her. My 7-inch cock jumped out and it was standing straight up. I saw her eyes go very wide.

Arjun: "I am sorry, Ma'am. I cannot control it."

Officer Sarah: "Wow. I heard you people were small. This is... interesting."

She reached out and gripped my dick with her cold hand. I felt a shock go through my whole body. She squeezed it hard, making me groan. She pushed me harder against the cold wall.

Officer Sarah: "You're lucky I'm in a good mood. If I find one mistake in your papers, you’re gone. But maybe we can make a deal."

Arjun: "Anything, Ma'am. Please."

Officer Sarah: "Get on your knees. I want to see if you’re as good with your mouth as you are at growing that giant thing."

I knelt down on the hard floor. I looked up at her. Her large bust was right in front of my face. I could see the lace of her bra peeking through the gaps in her shirt buttons. She reached down and unzipped her own trousers. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy was shaved clean and looked pink and wet.

Officer Sarah: "Lick it. Prove you want to stay in my country."

I leaned forward and pressed my tongue against her. She tasted like salt and expensive soap. I moved my tongue fast, rubbing her clit. I felt her hands grab my hair, pulling me closer. She was breathing very fast now.

Officer Sarah: "Yes... just like that, you little immigrant. Now, stand up. I want the real thing."

I stood up, my dick reaching for her face. She pushed me back against the wall and sank to her knees.

I saw her take her mouth and put it around my cock. I felt the wet warmth of her tongue and the scratch of her teeth. I felt my brain melting. I saw her looking up at me while she sucked me. I felt the power shifting. I realized she was using me, but I was also using her. I saw her hand moving to her own crotch, rubbing her pussy.

Officer Sarah: "Harder. I want you to fuck my mouth like a dog."

I grabbed her blonde hair and I started pushing my dick deep into her throat. I heard her gagging and I felt the spit running down my shaft. I felt a raw, dirty rage. I realized she thinks I am a sub-human, so I will treat her like a slut. I felt the cum building up in my balls. I felt my heart beating like a hammer.

Arjun: "You like this? You like the Indian boy's dick?"

Officer Sarah: "Mmmph! Yes! Give it to me!"

I felt my body explode. I shot my hot cum deep into her mouth and some of it splashed on her white skin and her uniform. I saw her swallow most of it. I felt my knees going weak. I saw her stand up and wipe her mouth with her sleeve. She looked at me with a smirk.

Officer Sarah: "Welcome to America, Arjun. Get dressed. If you tell anyone, I will have you deported for assault."

I felt the cold sweat on my forehead. I realized I had survived, but I had lost my soul. I saw her unlock the door and walk out like nothing happened. I felt my heart rate slowing down to 130. I realized my life in the US is going to be a very dark journey.

]]> <![CDATA[Second Skin, Frist Lie - My life my wife]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73245.html Tue, 07 Apr 2026 22:15:56 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73245.html I read Priya Sen’s old Messenger thread at 11:47 pm in my Uluberia room, wall clock ticking, AC whining low. We hadn’t met yet. For two months we’d lived in calls and texts — WhatsApp good mornings, late night voice notes, and sex chat that started shy then went explicit. I am Arjun Mitra, twenty six, junior architect; she’s twenty four, psychology masters, quick at deflection. One night she gave me her Facebook login. “Test my privacy settings,” she joked. It felt like trust, or a dare. I opened Messenger to find a meme, found instead a conversation from 2022 with someone named Rahul.

“You come over or I’m finishing myself tonight,” Rahul wrote.
She replied, “Bring the strawberry thing you bought.” One scroll more: “On your knees, yes, that’s it.” The messages continued, plain verbs, no emojis, no coy ellipses. Another boy, Kabir, asking if she liked it rough; Priya answering, “Softer. Wait.” A third, Dev, teasing, “Tell Arjun?” with a date stamp a week before she and I first called. None of those boys were me. Priya had told me three weeks into our chats that she’d never had phone sex, never sent nudes, never liked dirty talk. I believed her because I wanted to, because every night we built a private language — her whispering through my headphones while I lay in bed, her gasping just enough, me afterward in the toilet with my fist and the shower running to hide noise. Two months of that. Two months of constructing her as new with me.

I felt anger, then the shame full twist: I was hard reading those lines. I closed Messenger, opened it again. The break in wasn’t fancy; she gave me the key and I turned it. That’s the stalker part I own. I didn’t screenshot. I memorized.

We met for the first time at Indian Coffee House near College Street on a humid Tuesday. Yellow kurti, notebook, hair tied. She glowed with the confidence of someone who’d either forgotten Rahul or decided he no longer mattered. I ordered filter coffee, sat, lied about site work when she said I looked tired. We talked about her thesis and the Howrah project until I couldn’t float anymore. “You told me you’d never…” She set her spoon down. “Find the chat?” she said. I nodded. The cafe fan spun; my throat was dry.
Before us, she said next. Before I wanted different. I asked whether she’d loved them. She said no, she’d wanted to be wanted in a way that made her feel real. I thought about my own private want — the cuckold edge, knowing her wanted — and hated myself for fitting her sentence like a key.

After coffee we walked. She insisted on a lane off Rashbehari where art students had painted love as color fields. I was going to leave her at the PG gate, but she pulled me in. The walls were indigo and rust, chaotic as feelings. She rose on tiptoe, asked me to lower my head, and kissed me — my first kiss. I thought about all the phone sex, her breath in my ear, the wet sound of her voice, and my body went live. I kissed back, hand at her waist, careful not to grab. First meetings get one miracle. I kept my hands humble.

Back in my room that night the clock ticked and I didn’t call her. I lay there, anger cooled, lust louder, jealousy beneath both. We both understood what had happened. She managed to keep talking to me. I still don’t know whether that was mercy or skill, or simply Priya Sen choosing her next real thing.]]> I read Priya Sen’s old Messenger thread at 11:47 pm in my Uluberia room, wall clock ticking, AC whining low. We hadn’t met yet. For two months we’d lived in calls and texts — WhatsApp good mornings, late night voice notes, and sex chat that started shy then went explicit. I am Arjun Mitra, twenty six, junior architect; she’s twenty four, psychology masters, quick at deflection. One night she gave me her Facebook login. “Test my privacy settings,” she joked. It felt like trust, or a dare. I opened Messenger to find a meme, found instead a conversation from 2022 with someone named Rahul.

“You come over or I’m finishing myself tonight,” Rahul wrote.
She replied, “Bring the strawberry thing you bought.” One scroll more: “On your knees, yes, that’s it.” The messages continued, plain verbs, no emojis, no coy ellipses. Another boy, Kabir, asking if she liked it rough; Priya answering, “Softer. Wait.” A third, Dev, teasing, “Tell Arjun?” with a date stamp a week before she and I first called. None of those boys were me. Priya had told me three weeks into our chats that she’d never had phone sex, never sent nudes, never liked dirty talk. I believed her because I wanted to, because every night we built a private language — her whispering through my headphones while I lay in bed, her gasping just enough, me afterward in the toilet with my fist and the shower running to hide noise. Two months of that. Two months of constructing her as new with me.

I felt anger, then the shame full twist: I was hard reading those lines. I closed Messenger, opened it again. The break in wasn’t fancy; she gave me the key and I turned it. That’s the stalker part I own. I didn’t screenshot. I memorized.

We met for the first time at Indian Coffee House near College Street on a humid Tuesday. Yellow kurti, notebook, hair tied. She glowed with the confidence of someone who’d either forgotten Rahul or decided he no longer mattered. I ordered filter coffee, sat, lied about site work when she said I looked tired. We talked about her thesis and the Howrah project until I couldn’t float anymore. “You told me you’d never…” She set her spoon down. “Find the chat?” she said. I nodded. The cafe fan spun; my throat was dry.
Before us, she said next. Before I wanted different. I asked whether she’d loved them. She said no, she’d wanted to be wanted in a way that made her feel real. I thought about my own private want — the cuckold edge, knowing her wanted — and hated myself for fitting her sentence like a key.

After coffee we walked. She insisted on a lane off Rashbehari where art students had painted love as color fields. I was going to leave her at the PG gate, but she pulled me in. The walls were indigo and rust, chaotic as feelings. She rose on tiptoe, asked me to lower my head, and kissed me — my first kiss. I thought about all the phone sex, her breath in my ear, the wet sound of her voice, and my body went live. I kissed back, hand at her waist, careful not to grab. First meetings get one miracle. I kept my hands humble.

Back in my room that night the clock ticked and I didn’t call her. I lay there, anger cooled, lust louder, jealousy beneath both. We both understood what had happened. She managed to keep talking to me. I still don’t know whether that was mercy or skill, or simply Priya Sen choosing her next real thing.]]> <![CDATA[Wife makes husband attend meetings for sex addicts]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73244.html Tue, 07 Apr 2026 19:52:13 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73244.html A story by FrameByFrame

Dan stepped into the room and immediately scoped out the women in the group. He couldn’t help it... it was actually why he was at that Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting in the first place. He wasn’t particularly picky, either, but he always seemed to hone in on the better-looking ‘targets’... it was just his thing.
It was like breathing... he just naturally looked for women he could try to seduce in just about every room he entered. And, since he was a fairly handsome guy in his late-thirties... with an athletic build, a full head of tousled hair, a rakish grin and an inexplicable charm ... he was usually pretty successful... which, again, was why he was attending this meeting of for sex addicts on a Thursday evening.

He wasn’t sure it would help... but after his wife caught him fucking Wendy... their neighbor’s daughter... on the sofa in their living room the previous Saturday, he grudgingly acquiesced to her demand, and decided it was something he should at least try.

Granted, Wendy was a beauty... a senior in high college who’d been living next door to Dan and Sandra ever since her parents moved into the neighborhood several years earlier. She wasn’t just a good-looking girl, either... she was a cheerleader, with perky tits that sat high on her chest, and jiggled enticingly on her cheerleader’s body... which, in Dan’s sex-addled mind, meant it was kind of inevitable that he’d eventually fuck her.

So, when she came by the house on a Saturday morning while Sandra was at her weekend palates class, Dan saw an opportunity that he just couldn’t pass up.

Wendy had been working her way through the neighborhood, requesting donations to help fund a trip to a cheerleader camp she was hoping to attend that summer. It didn’t take long after knocking on Dan’s door, that he was sitting in the middle of the sofa... naked... with Wendy straddling his hips... bouncing up and down on his long, stiff hard-on.... her top pushed up to her chin, her cheerleader skirt tangled around her waist, and her panties pulled to the side.

She had twerked and rocked her hips as she leaned forward... grinding her clit against the base of Dan’s rigid pole, while her nubile, C-cup boobs pressed against face... her rock-hard nipples poking into his cheeks... as Dan pounded his prick into every one of her downward lunges... over and over and over.

As luck would have it, Sandra had come home from the gym earlier than usual that day when the instructor hadn’t show up for her class.

When Sandra walked in on the two of them fucking in the living room, Wendy had already climaxed twice, but Dan hadn’t nutted yet... so, he continued sitting on the couch... naked... with his throbbing erection sticking straight up in the air between his legs... while his wife chased Wendy out of their house and back to her parents’ place next door.

When Sandra came back into the living room, she looked at Dan’s raging hard-on and exclaimed, “What the fuck, Dan... our neighbor’s daughter?”

Dan tried to look contrite, mumbling, “I’m sorry, honey... it just happened.”

With an exasperated look on her face, Sandra cried, “You always say that, Dan... for fuck sake... it’s always the same with you.”

Even as she vented her anger at the most recent of Dan’s habitual indiscretions, she couldn’t help but be mesmerized... yet again... by the sight of his huge, 9” prick. Every time she saw it... soft... hard... or somewhere in between... it didn’t matter... the thick, veiny shaft and wide, mushroom-shaped head just always seemed to take her breath away.

This pattern of behavior had been going on with Dan since before they were even married, so it really was nothing new... but Sandra hated learning that her husband had found yet another random vagina to shove his perpetually erect penis into.

As Sandra cursed and stomped over to where Dan still sat on the couch, she pulled her eyes away from his straining woody and lamented, “Goddamn it, Dan... you’ve got to deal with this problem, or we’re over... catching you fucking every pussy in town is driving me crazy.”

Dan dropped his eyes and nodded his head in agreement, then apologized profusely... again... just like every other time she’d caught him... and promised that he really would work at being better this time.

Then, with a sympathetic, self-deprecating grin, he looked at her and begged, “Can you finish me off, hon... I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t get some relief.”

With an incredulous look on her face, Sandra bellowed, “Are you fucking kidding me? I just found you fucking our neighbor, and you want to me to give you a blowjob so you can cum?”

But even as she hollered at him and lamented this latest cheating episode, Sandra moved closer to where he sat on the couch.

With a heavy sigh of resignation, she slowly shook her head and... with her eyes locked onto his engorged prick... grumbled under her breath, “This is fucking nuts”... mostly to herself for being too weak to resist him and constantly putting up with this shit. Then she knelt between Dan’s legs and sucked the tip of his rigid cock into her mouth.

She began bobbing her head up and down on his thick shaft... stroking his dick with one hand, while using her tongue to rub around the ridge of his bulbous head, and fondling his balls with her other hand.

Dan closed his eyes and moaned... then reached down between them... slipping one hand inside her sports bra and fondling her heavy breasts, while using his other hand on the back of her head to encourage her to suck harder and faster.

Sandra was good at giving blowjobs, and she knew how Dan liked to have his cock sucked, so it didn’t take long before he caught his breath... then let out a grunt... and blasted several ropes of splooge into her mouth. She dutifully swallowed his entire load... then continued sucking and stroking his stiff prick until he finished cumming, and his nutsack was finally empty.

Still kneeling between his legs, Sandra had continued to stroke Dan’s spent penis, as it slowly softened in the palm of her hand.

She’d looked up at his glazed eyes and satiated smile, and implored, “I’m serious, Dan... you need to deal with this shit. I think you should try something like Sex Addicts Anonymous... I hear it’s like Alcoholics Anonymous for people who can’t control their sex drive... it’s supposed to help people who have a problem like yours.”

Still revelling in his fading orgasm, Dan had closed his eyes and mumbled, “I know, hon... I know... I know... I need to do something about it. I promise... I’ll look into it and see if there’s a support group like that somewhere near here.”

So, after some on-line research and making a few calls that weekend, Dan had arranged to attend a local support group for sex addicts the following Thursday evening at the nearby Knights of Columbus Hall.

When Thursday rolled around, Dan had driven to the meeting right after work... then sat in his car looking at the front of the somewhat innocuous building in the middle of a strip shopping centre where the support group met every week.

He didn’t really know what to expect, but he eventually gathered himself up... then stepped out of his car and walked through the door of his first Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting.

To be continued]]> A story by FrameByFrame

Dan stepped into the room and immediately scoped out the women in the group. He couldn’t help it... it was actually why he was at that Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting in the first place. He wasn’t particularly picky, either, but he always seemed to hone in on the better-looking ‘targets’... it was just his thing.
It was like breathing... he just naturally looked for women he could try to seduce in just about every room he entered. And, since he was a fairly handsome guy in his late-thirties... with an athletic build, a full head of tousled hair, a rakish grin and an inexplicable charm ... he was usually pretty successful... which, again, was why he was attending this meeting of for sex addicts on a Thursday evening.

He wasn’t sure it would help... but after his wife caught him fucking Wendy... their neighbor’s daughter... on the sofa in their living room the previous Saturday, he grudgingly acquiesced to her demand, and decided it was something he should at least try.

Granted, Wendy was a beauty... a senior in high college who’d been living next door to Dan and Sandra ever since her parents moved into the neighborhood several years earlier. She wasn’t just a good-looking girl, either... she was a cheerleader, with perky tits that sat high on her chest, and jiggled enticingly on her cheerleader’s body... which, in Dan’s sex-addled mind, meant it was kind of inevitable that he’d eventually fuck her.

So, when she came by the house on a Saturday morning while Sandra was at her weekend palates class, Dan saw an opportunity that he just couldn’t pass up.

Wendy had been working her way through the neighborhood, requesting donations to help fund a trip to a cheerleader camp she was hoping to attend that summer. It didn’t take long after knocking on Dan’s door, that he was sitting in the middle of the sofa... naked... with Wendy straddling his hips... bouncing up and down on his long, stiff hard-on.... her top pushed up to her chin, her cheerleader skirt tangled around her waist, and her panties pulled to the side.

She had twerked and rocked her hips as she leaned forward... grinding her clit against the base of Dan’s rigid pole, while her nubile, C-cup boobs pressed against face... her rock-hard nipples poking into his cheeks... as Dan pounded his prick into every one of her downward lunges... over and over and over.

As luck would have it, Sandra had come home from the gym earlier than usual that day when the instructor hadn’t show up for her class.

When Sandra walked in on the two of them fucking in the living room, Wendy had already climaxed twice, but Dan hadn’t nutted yet... so, he continued sitting on the couch... naked... with his throbbing erection sticking straight up in the air between his legs... while his wife chased Wendy out of their house and back to her parents’ place next door.

When Sandra came back into the living room, she looked at Dan’s raging hard-on and exclaimed, “What the fuck, Dan... our neighbor’s daughter?”

Dan tried to look contrite, mumbling, “I’m sorry, honey... it just happened.”

With an exasperated look on her face, Sandra cried, “You always say that, Dan... for fuck sake... it’s always the same with you.”

Even as she vented her anger at the most recent of Dan’s habitual indiscretions, she couldn’t help but be mesmerized... yet again... by the sight of his huge, 9” prick. Every time she saw it... soft... hard... or somewhere in between... it didn’t matter... the thick, veiny shaft and wide, mushroom-shaped head just always seemed to take her breath away.

This pattern of behavior had been going on with Dan since before they were even married, so it really was nothing new... but Sandra hated learning that her husband had found yet another random vagina to shove his perpetually erect penis into.

As Sandra cursed and stomped over to where Dan still sat on the couch, she pulled her eyes away from his straining woody and lamented, “Goddamn it, Dan... you’ve got to deal with this problem, or we’re over... catching you fucking every pussy in town is driving me crazy.”

Dan dropped his eyes and nodded his head in agreement, then apologized profusely... again... just like every other time she’d caught him... and promised that he really would work at being better this time.

Then, with a sympathetic, self-deprecating grin, he looked at her and begged, “Can you finish me off, hon... I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t get some relief.”

With an incredulous look on her face, Sandra bellowed, “Are you fucking kidding me? I just found you fucking our neighbor, and you want to me to give you a blowjob so you can cum?”

But even as she hollered at him and lamented this latest cheating episode, Sandra moved closer to where he sat on the couch.

With a heavy sigh of resignation, she slowly shook her head and... with her eyes locked onto his engorged prick... grumbled under her breath, “This is fucking nuts”... mostly to herself for being too weak to resist him and constantly putting up with this shit. Then she knelt between Dan’s legs and sucked the tip of his rigid cock into her mouth.

She began bobbing her head up and down on his thick shaft... stroking his dick with one hand, while using her tongue to rub around the ridge of his bulbous head, and fondling his balls with her other hand.

Dan closed his eyes and moaned... then reached down between them... slipping one hand inside her sports bra and fondling her heavy breasts, while using his other hand on the back of her head to encourage her to suck harder and faster.

Sandra was good at giving blowjobs, and she knew how Dan liked to have his cock sucked, so it didn’t take long before he caught his breath... then let out a grunt... and blasted several ropes of splooge into her mouth. She dutifully swallowed his entire load... then continued sucking and stroking his stiff prick until he finished cumming, and his nutsack was finally empty.

Still kneeling between his legs, Sandra had continued to stroke Dan’s spent penis, as it slowly softened in the palm of her hand.

She’d looked up at his glazed eyes and satiated smile, and implored, “I’m serious, Dan... you need to deal with this shit. I think you should try something like Sex Addicts Anonymous... I hear it’s like Alcoholics Anonymous for people who can’t control their sex drive... it’s supposed to help people who have a problem like yours.”

Still revelling in his fading orgasm, Dan had closed his eyes and mumbled, “I know, hon... I know... I know... I need to do something about it. I promise... I’ll look into it and see if there’s a support group like that somewhere near here.”

So, after some on-line research and making a few calls that weekend, Dan had arranged to attend a local support group for sex addicts the following Thursday evening at the nearby Knights of Columbus Hall.

When Thursday rolled around, Dan had driven to the meeting right after work... then sat in his car looking at the front of the somewhat innocuous building in the middle of a strip shopping centre where the support group met every week.

He didn’t really know what to expect, but he eventually gathered himself up... then stepped out of his car and walked through the door of his first Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting.

To be continued]]> <![CDATA[Monica visits her husband in prison]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73243.html Tue, 07 Apr 2026 19:45:16 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73243.html A story by FrameByFrame

Monica and Lee grew up in Abernathy... a small town in the northern tip of the Texas panhandle. They got married young... pretty much right out of high college... and began a hand-to-mouth existence of pedestrian jobs and extremely limited small-town social activities, while living in a tiny starter home just outside of town. They had been married for nearly three years, when Lee got arrested and convicted for dealing drugs out of the auto body shop in Lubbock where he worked... then got sentenced to forty-eight months at the Texas State Penitentiary in Huntsville.

After he was sent away, Lee called Monica from jail about twice a week, and... with little else going on in Abernathy... she actually looked forward to his phone calls. She didn’t always make the best decisions for herself... especially when it came to Lee... she just always seemed to be easily persuaded to do whatever he wanted her to do. So... about six months after he was sent to prison... when Lee asked her to move closer to Huntsville so she could visit him during his incarceration... she did.

Without giving it much thought, Monica quit her job, packed up what little she had, and moved to a trailer park in Dobbin, Texas... about 45 minutes south of the Huntsville prison. In a few days, she was able to get a retail job at a local Walmart store, and then arranged to visit Lee during visiting hours on the first week day she wasn’t scheduled to work.

The last time Lee had called her, he’d told Monica how much he missed seeing her and being with her... and that six months was a long time to go without playing with her tits, or pounding his hard cock into her tight pussy. Monica had giggled as Lee went on and on about how much he missed fucking her... she loved that he was a boob-man, and that hers always got him worked up whenever he got his hands on them. With a quiet sigh, she had to admit that she was still a bit under his spell... even though he was kind of a shit... and she couldn’t deny that she liked that he was thinking about her while he was in prison.

They had talked sexy talk for a few more minutes, then... with a lecherous grin in his voice... Lee asked her to wear a sexy outfit when she came to visit him... something low-cut, and form-fitting... and no bra... preferably a short skirt, too.

Always anxious to please him, Monica had agreed.

On the visitation date, she dressed in a light-weight, floral-print, mini-sundress that hugged her torso... with a plunging neckline and skinny spaghetti straps that did nothing to restrain her large, 36DD breasts... along with a flowing skirt that came to about the middle of her thighs, and dbangd loosely around her legs. She didn’t wear a bra... just as Lee had requested... which left her heavy boobs jiggling enticingly beneath her dress, and her thick nipples pressing obvious bumps into the thin, cotton fabric.

She finished off her outfit with 3” heels that she knew showed off her shapely legs... then pulled her long hair back into a tight ponytail... grabbed her purse, and jumped into her car for the 45 minute drive to Huntsville.

Monica had never been inside a prison before, and she immediately felt uncomfortable as she stood in line with some of the other visitors... noticing that almost all of them were women. Together they moved through the various entry gates... like cattle... then entered the main foyer, where several male intake guards were checking visitors before letting them into the inmate visitation room.

She saw that several of the visitors... clearly most of the women... were being taken into small rooms off to the side of the entrance hall to be searched before being allowed to visit the prisoners they’d come to see.

When it was her turn, an intake guard took her purse and put it in a small locker off to their left, then took her by the elbow, and steered her to one of the side rooms to be searched. It was a fairly small, windowless room... with nothing but a single chair near the middle of the floor.

Once the door was closed, the guard stared at her barely covered breasts... smiled wickedly... and said, “Now this is why I love my job... go ahead and stand over there, and put your hands on top of your head... interlacing your fingers.”

Monica stood on the spot in front of the chair where he had pointed, and did what she was told, while the guard stepped up close behind her. He reached around and began squeezing and fondling her tits through her thin dress, as he whispered in her ear, “We have to be sure you don’t have any contraband, now don’t we...”

Monica tried to turn away, and said, “Hey... w-what the fuck... you can’t do that.”

The guard grabbed her by the ponytail, and pulled her head back... hard... as he re-positioned her in front of him... and, again, reached around from behind with one hand and roughly grabbed a handful of soft boob flesh.

He growled, “In here, I’m in charge... if you’re smart, you’ll stand there and do what I tell you... and, if you’re a good girl, I’ll allow you into the visiting room to see your inmate.”

He released her ponytail, and added, “Now, put your hands on top of your head, and interlace your fingers.”

With a muted whimper, Monica did what she was told, as the guard moved closer to her... so close that she could feel the lump in the front of his pants against her butt.

Still reaching around from behind, he used both hands to grope her tits... then slipped his hands inside the front of her dress... pulling the stretchy material off to the side and exposing her breasts. As her boobs sprung free, he grabbed both of them... squeezing and massaging... then finding her thick nipples, and pulling on them... hard... making her let out a surprised yelp... as he rubbed the growing bulge in his pants against her ass cheeks through her dress.

The guard looked over her shoulder at his fingers pulling and tweaking her stiffening nipples, mumbling, “Damn, these are nice... look how long and thick they are... fuck me, I could play with them all day...”

Monica didn’t say anything, but continued to whimper softly, as he kept pinching and teasing her taut nipples... a bit surprised that they were actually responding to his rough hands playing with them.

After caressing and pulling on her heavy boobs and firm nipples for a while, the guard reluctantly released her tits, and told her to bend over and put her hands on her knees.

When Monica had done this, the guard flipped the hem of her short skirt up onto her lower back, and pulled her g-string panties down to her knees. Monica whined a bit, but continued to do as she was told.

Then the guard sat in the chair behind her and spread Monica’s ass cheeks... admiring the pink gash between her pussy lips, and the dark, puckered ring of her asshole.

“Holy shit, you have a gorgeous pussy, girl... and that asshole is tight!”

Then, without preamble, he shoved two fingers past her labia, and deep into her vagina, mumbling, “For fuck sake... you’re wet... goddamn, girl... I didn’t expect that.”

Monica didn’t understand why she was wet, but she could tell that he was right about that.

After sliding his fingers in and out of her moist pussy for a while, the guard removed them... then immediately shoved one of his fingers into her butt hole... causing Monica to let out another yelp. She closed her eyes and held her breath, as he plunged his finger in and out several times... ostensibly ‘searching for hidden contraband’.

The guard chuckled softly... he was enjoying himself. Monica was one of the more attractive women he’d had to search on visiting days at the prison... and she had one of the nicest bodies... and easily the best pair of boobs... he’d seen in a long time.

But... there were more visitors to check out, so he reluctantly pulled his finger out of her asshole... slapped her on the ass... and said, “Okay... pull your panties up and put your tits away.” Then he smirked, and added, “... and be quick about it... there are a bunch of ladies in line out there, just waiting for me to search them.”

As Monica pulled up her panties... doing the best she could to cover her pussy lips with the tiny flap of cloth that was her g-string... the guard stood up from his chair and moved around in front of her... fondling her breasts as they swayed back in forth between them, while she tried to tuck them back inside the front of her low-cut dress.

When she had put herself back together, the guard opened the door, and led her to the door of the main prisoner visitation room... opened it, and nudge her through.

To be continued]]> A story by FrameByFrame

Monica and Lee grew up in Abernathy... a small town in the northern tip of the Texas panhandle. They got married young... pretty much right out of high college... and began a hand-to-mouth existence of pedestrian jobs and extremely limited small-town social activities, while living in a tiny starter home just outside of town. They had been married for nearly three years, when Lee got arrested and convicted for dealing drugs out of the auto body shop in Lubbock where he worked... then got sentenced to forty-eight months at the Texas State Penitentiary in Huntsville.

After he was sent away, Lee called Monica from jail about twice a week, and... with little else going on in Abernathy... she actually looked forward to his phone calls. She didn’t always make the best decisions for herself... especially when it came to Lee... she just always seemed to be easily persuaded to do whatever he wanted her to do. So... about six months after he was sent to prison... when Lee asked her to move closer to Huntsville so she could visit him during his incarceration... she did.

Without giving it much thought, Monica quit her job, packed up what little she had, and moved to a trailer park in Dobbin, Texas... about 45 minutes south of the Huntsville prison. In a few days, she was able to get a retail job at a local Walmart store, and then arranged to visit Lee during visiting hours on the first week day she wasn’t scheduled to work.

The last time Lee had called her, he’d told Monica how much he missed seeing her and being with her... and that six months was a long time to go without playing with her tits, or pounding his hard cock into her tight pussy. Monica had giggled as Lee went on and on about how much he missed fucking her... she loved that he was a boob-man, and that hers always got him worked up whenever he got his hands on them. With a quiet sigh, she had to admit that she was still a bit under his spell... even though he was kind of a shit... and she couldn’t deny that she liked that he was thinking about her while he was in prison.

They had talked sexy talk for a few more minutes, then... with a lecherous grin in his voice... Lee asked her to wear a sexy outfit when she came to visit him... something low-cut, and form-fitting... and no bra... preferably a short skirt, too.

Always anxious to please him, Monica had agreed.

On the visitation date, she dressed in a light-weight, floral-print, mini-sundress that hugged her torso... with a plunging neckline and skinny spaghetti straps that did nothing to restrain her large, 36DD breasts... along with a flowing skirt that came to about the middle of her thighs, and dbangd loosely around her legs. She didn’t wear a bra... just as Lee had requested... which left her heavy boobs jiggling enticingly beneath her dress, and her thick nipples pressing obvious bumps into the thin, cotton fabric.

She finished off her outfit with 3” heels that she knew showed off her shapely legs... then pulled her long hair back into a tight ponytail... grabbed her purse, and jumped into her car for the 45 minute drive to Huntsville.

Monica had never been inside a prison before, and she immediately felt uncomfortable as she stood in line with some of the other visitors... noticing that almost all of them were women. Together they moved through the various entry gates... like cattle... then entered the main foyer, where several male intake guards were checking visitors before letting them into the inmate visitation room.

She saw that several of the visitors... clearly most of the women... were being taken into small rooms off to the side of the entrance hall to be searched before being allowed to visit the prisoners they’d come to see.

When it was her turn, an intake guard took her purse and put it in a small locker off to their left, then took her by the elbow, and steered her to one of the side rooms to be searched. It was a fairly small, windowless room... with nothing but a single chair near the middle of the floor.

Once the door was closed, the guard stared at her barely covered breasts... smiled wickedly... and said, “Now this is why I love my job... go ahead and stand over there, and put your hands on top of your head... interlacing your fingers.”

Monica stood on the spot in front of the chair where he had pointed, and did what she was told, while the guard stepped up close behind her. He reached around and began squeezing and fondling her tits through her thin dress, as he whispered in her ear, “We have to be sure you don’t have any contraband, now don’t we...”

Monica tried to turn away, and said, “Hey... w-what the fuck... you can’t do that.”

The guard grabbed her by the ponytail, and pulled her head back... hard... as he re-positioned her in front of him... and, again, reached around from behind with one hand and roughly grabbed a handful of soft boob flesh.

He growled, “In here, I’m in charge... if you’re smart, you’ll stand there and do what I tell you... and, if you’re a good girl, I’ll allow you into the visiting room to see your inmate.”

He released her ponytail, and added, “Now, put your hands on top of your head, and interlace your fingers.”

With a muted whimper, Monica did what she was told, as the guard moved closer to her... so close that she could feel the lump in the front of his pants against her butt.

Still reaching around from behind, he used both hands to grope her tits... then slipped his hands inside the front of her dress... pulling the stretchy material off to the side and exposing her breasts. As her boobs sprung free, he grabbed both of them... squeezing and massaging... then finding her thick nipples, and pulling on them... hard... making her let out a surprised yelp... as he rubbed the growing bulge in his pants against her ass cheeks through her dress.

The guard looked over her shoulder at his fingers pulling and tweaking her stiffening nipples, mumbling, “Damn, these are nice... look how long and thick they are... fuck me, I could play with them all day...”

Monica didn’t say anything, but continued to whimper softly, as he kept pinching and teasing her taut nipples... a bit surprised that they were actually responding to his rough hands playing with them.

After caressing and pulling on her heavy boobs and firm nipples for a while, the guard reluctantly released her tits, and told her to bend over and put her hands on her knees.

When Monica had done this, the guard flipped the hem of her short skirt up onto her lower back, and pulled her g-string panties down to her knees. Monica whined a bit, but continued to do as she was told.

Then the guard sat in the chair behind her and spread Monica’s ass cheeks... admiring the pink gash between her pussy lips, and the dark, puckered ring of her asshole.

“Holy shit, you have a gorgeous pussy, girl... and that asshole is tight!”

Then, without preamble, he shoved two fingers past her labia, and deep into her vagina, mumbling, “For fuck sake... you’re wet... goddamn, girl... I didn’t expect that.”

Monica didn’t understand why she was wet, but she could tell that he was right about that.

After sliding his fingers in and out of her moist pussy for a while, the guard removed them... then immediately shoved one of his fingers into her butt hole... causing Monica to let out another yelp. She closed her eyes and held her breath, as he plunged his finger in and out several times... ostensibly ‘searching for hidden contraband’.

The guard chuckled softly... he was enjoying himself. Monica was one of the more attractive women he’d had to search on visiting days at the prison... and she had one of the nicest bodies... and easily the best pair of boobs... he’d seen in a long time.

But... there were more visitors to check out, so he reluctantly pulled his finger out of her asshole... slapped her on the ass... and said, “Okay... pull your panties up and put your tits away.” Then he smirked, and added, “... and be quick about it... there are a bunch of ladies in line out there, just waiting for me to search them.”

As Monica pulled up her panties... doing the best she could to cover her pussy lips with the tiny flap of cloth that was her g-string... the guard stood up from his chair and moved around in front of her... fondling her breasts as they swayed back in forth between them, while she tried to tuck them back inside the front of her low-cut dress.

When she had put herself back together, the guard opened the door, and led her to the door of the main prisoner visitation room... opened it, and nudge her through.

To be continued]]> <![CDATA[Bengali landlady became my whore.]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73239.html Tue, 07 Apr 2026 14:13:25 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73239.html I went near her and told her, "Is everything prepared?"
"As everything is ready and the pills are on the table with the glass of rum as you ordered, the other things are in the cupboard," she replied.
"Take off the saree and lay it on the blouse and salwar (white), and take one pill and place it on your tongue to dissolve it; Do not swallow it; I will return from the restroom.
"You are ready for the long night," I told her.
Then I left for the washroom. I stripped down to my boxers, changed into a bathrobe, and returned to the room to find her on the bed with her tongue out and half a pill on it. Now, before I tell you what happened next, let's start at the beginning.
This is the story of a wife who became the PG guy's mistress. This story is full of erotic and fun elements, and I hope you enjoy it. It's the story of a boy who just turned into a man when he became an adult and moved out of his town for a job, and a couple, a husband and wife, who were looking for a PG for their house. So let's start the story. I will explain different characters as the story progresses.
A little bit about myself: My name is Suraj, and I am from Delhi. My age is 24. I have grown up my whole life in Delhi and studied there. I liked computers, so like any other Indian, I became a software engineer. After my graduation, I did get a job near my hometown, so I took it and continued for about 3 years, and everything just went as normal, but one day I got a chance to lead a team in the Pune branch of the company I worked at because their team lead had sudden health issues, and I took the opportunity and decided to move to Pune for the job. My mom didn't want me to move because she thought I might find a girl there, and I didn't want to marry outside of her choice (well, she wasn't completely wrong), but my father convinced her that it would help my career.
When I moved to Pune, the first thing I wanted to settle on was where to stay, but finding a house for unmarried people in India is hard, and that's when I found out from one of my colleagues who knew a couple who were looking for single PG guests, so I took the husband's number and called him and arranged a meeting. This is the beginning of an amazing journey of sex, blackmail, and fun with a bhabhi. Taking a job in Pune and taking the PG were the best decisions of my life that I made.
11:00 a.m. at the PG house meeting.
"So you have come here temporarily for a job, right?" the husband asked me.
"Yes, I work at XXX company, and I am the lead developer of a team that I lead." I answered. "I'm looking for a PG where I can stay for about 3–6 months and where I can also get food during the day and night. I'm not a big fan of fast food.
"Yes, you can stay here as much as you like, and we will provide you with food, but there are some rules that you will have to follow."
"No parties or late-night outgoing."
"Timely rent with one month's payment upfront."
"There were no girls at the house," the husband told me with all the seriousness he could muster.
There are other rules. but those were the main ones.
"I don't go to parties very often (I haven't had a girlfriend since college), and I make a good living, so I don't mind following the rules." This was confirmed to him.
"That's great; then you can shift today," he told me. "I will tell my wife if you want to drink something."
He called his wife's name, "Mouni." "Mouni, bring a cup of tea for our new PG."
I tried to refuse it because I had to attend a meeting soon, but the husband insisted, so I stayed. After some time, Mouni bhabhi brought the tea for both of us; that's the first time I saw her. Man, I still can't get the image out of my mind.

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She was around 30-33 years old, but her figure was something else. She was wearing a saffron silk saree and a backless blouse, and just after seeing her, I felt like lighting had passed through my body. Her lips were not big, but just the right size for a long kiss. She was taller than her husband, and her boobs, which were 34 from the outside, looked like some huge mangos taped together for amazing cleavage that any man would want to use as pillows on top of to sleep. When she bent over to give me tea, I saw her deep inside. I didn't react much, but inside I was filled with the thoughts of her body. Compared to her, the husband was quite average, and I wondered why she married him. After she finished her tea, she turned around and began walking; that's when I became her ass. It was 36 and the perfect size; I nearly dropped my jaw, but I restrained myself.
After having tea, I told the husband that I would come at night with my luggage. He agreed and told me that the room would be ready by then and that I could eat my dinner there. I left for my meeting, but I had a hard-on, so first I went to my hotel, which was on the way, and I just thought of her, and I finished in 5 minutes.
The day just passed as usual on any other day, but I still remember her body. The image was printed on my mind, and it was creating lighting on my dick. I never felt so bad when I thought of her. I finish the day and then go back to PG. When I reached the PG with my language, I found that her husband was still at work, so Bhabhi gave me a little house tour and showed me the room in which I was going to stay. I just wanted to grab her and throw her on the bed and make the best of it while she was showing me, but I had to control my fantasies. She told me about the timing of the food in the morning and at night, as well as the type of food that is prepared. I would eat anything from her hands and drink anything between the mangos she was holding. She was Bengali, which could explain why she had a lot of extra weight on her body.
After showing me the room, she left and told me that her husband would be late. I just eat my food and go to sleep. When I awoke the next morning, I saw the husband drinking tea in his living room, and when he saw me, he invited me to join him, but I declined and went straight to the bathroom. My room didn't have a bathroom, so I had to use the one on the ground floor. Someone just pushed the door open, and it was none other than Mouni Bhabhi, who just came to my arms, and that's when I accidentally grabbed her boob, which felt like heaven on earth, but she quickly took hold of herself. I asked her
"Sorry, but why this washroom?" I asked her a question in an embarrassment-filled voice.
She replied, slightly angry, "The main room had a problem," with more anger, "but you should knock before entering."
"I apologised once more; I will remember that for the next time."
She left angrily. I hoped she wouldn't tell her husband, but I was overjoyed, as was my little brother down there, and the first thing I did after entering the restroom was to replay those seconds. After that, I got ready and started leaving for the office, and the husband stopped me and asked me whether I was comfortable or not, to which my reply was
"Yes," but what I truly wanted to say was, "I hoped I got to touch the mangoes every morning."
The days just go by as usual. If bhabhi's husband is at home, we eat together, but otherwise I usually eat alone in my room. The food wasn't great, but the chef was, so I put up with it. Bhabhi just acted normally. This is how an entire month got passed, and the next rent day came, so the husband asked me about it, and I told him that I would write a check tomorrow. That's when he told me about a camera that wasn't working and asked if I could look into it. Of course, I don't know how to fix the camera, but I was hoping for some good pictures of Mouni Bhabhi on the disc if there were any. Turns out, the storage disc had a problem, and when I replaced it with another, it started working again, but the screen was broken internally, so nothing was displaying.
It was the end of the month, so my team decided to go on trips on weekends as a group for better communication. When I went to give a check for the rent, the husband was not there, so I gave the check to Bhabhi and told her that I would be gone for the weekend. whem I returned to the house and handed her the camera because I was leaving the next day, telling her that the storage disc was corrupted but forgetting to mention that the screen was broken and that she would have to replace it. She took the camera and left. It was a normal interaction, as usual. I started packing for the trip, and the next day I left the house without saying goodbye since it was early morning.
The trip was fun, and we got to see some good places. When I returned home Sunday night, I noticed the husband's car was parked, so I assumed he was at home. The living room door was empty, so I just took the stairs and went straight to my room, where I just fell asleep. The next day, I went downstairs to the bathroom. (There is one in the living room.) After getting ready, I was about to leave, but
The husband caught me and asked me,"Thanks for the rent and the camera; I had no idea the disc was not working." Then he continued, "I guess I have to replace it."
"Ya, no problem. I can replace it for you if you want." I replied to him with good will.
"That would be great! I will put the camera in your room, or I will tell Bhabhi to give it to you," and he continued, "You can replace it when you come back."
After this conversation, I left for work. The day just went normally. When I came back, the camera was in the room. I just left it there and went to eat. The husband was at home, so we ate together at the table. Everything was normal, but Bhabhi had a different glow on her face. She looked happier. After dinner, I went to sleep.
The next day, I took the camera and removed my disk. I looked for the old disc because the camera had the new one, which was mine, and I needed to replace it but couldn't find it. So I just took the disc out of the camera. I left home early and went to the repair shop for the camera's screen replacement. After giving the camera to the repair shop, I went to my office. There wasn't much work, so I came back early.
The husband was not at home. I went to my room and just stayed there for a while. I was wondering about Bhabhi and why she seems to be in a good mood. I was just wondering, and there my eye went to the disk. The camera screen was broken but still worked normally, so people wouldn't know if it was recording. I hoped to find something enjoyable—perhaps mouni masturbating.

I connected the disc to the laptop and opened the disk. Unfortunately, I did not find any photographs, but my memory was jam-packed with them. So I looked, and there was one big video file that had been recorded on Saturday along with my photos. When I play the video, I see a strange man with a camera in his hand. There was no audio, so I couldn't hear what he was saying.

The guy seems to have played with the camera, and there I saw something I didn't expect: I saw Mouni come into the frame and say something, and then the guy put the camera down. After that, he went near her and grabbed Bhabhi by her waist and started kissing her. I was shocked to see that, but at the same time, I started to have a hard-on. I can't believe what I was seeing.

I continued the video but still can't believe my eyes. Mouni made the guy sit on the bed's side, and to my surprise, she bent on her knees and went close to the guy, and the guy started playing with her lips with one hand. She started sucking his thumb. This made my jaw drop! His other hand was on the mango boobs. fondling it tightly. This sends a shockwave to my dick. I just couldn't control it and started jacking.
Bhabhi then put her hands on his legs. He knew what she wanted. He then placed his hands behind his back and allowed Bhabhi to take his pants off. She removes them very quickly. The guy's hard-on can be seen from five miles away inside his underpants. She gently removed the underpants, and the dickens came out. She immediately took it in her mouth, like she had been hungry for a while.
Her lips were all on the guy's cock. He then bent forward and placed his hand on her head for some blows. She sucked the dick for a while. She goes up and down like a child on a lollipop.
For a while, watching all of this was like watching an amazing porn video; I couldn't stop myself from cuddling all over the place. Some also fell onto the table. I cleaned it with a tissue. Just then, he made her stop, and she got up. I guess the best part was about to begin, but then the video abruptly stopped. The memory was full! I cursed myself for not removing my old items from the video; otherwise, I would have a video of a lifetime.

After that, I heard a car voice implying that the husband had returned, but I was at a loss as to what to do with the video. Should I give it to the husband and tell him, or should I ask bhabhi first about the video? Maybe she will be willing to give me something for not opening my mouth. A lot of ideas ran through my head. I then went downstairs to see who had arrived.

When I came to the living room, I saw the same guy sitting with the husband and bhabhi. I was shocked. I went near them. The husband informs me

The husband told me, "Hey, meet my friend Ashok."
"He works with me," he continued.
"hii. So you are the PG who lives with them. Ashok replied with the same mouth that I just saw in the video eating Bhabhi's lips. "I hope they are good," he told me with a slightly preverted voice.
"Yes, they are good company."

I was confused about what to do. (In the meantime, I noticed Bhabhi staring slyly at Ashok.)For some reason, I was a little angry. I didn't know why, but it made me angry watching Mouni Bhabhi talk to this ugly fellow.They talked for a while, then the guy left.
as the husband told me that he was leaving the town for his village because of his mother's health reasons.Bhabhi told both of us that it was time to eat. I was still confused and a bit horny. After eating, the husband was leaving for the train. Then something shocking happened: Mouni's bhabhi asked me if I could drop her husband at the train station. It was surprising because this is the first time Bhabhi has ever asked me something.

But I knew why she was eager for both her husband and me to leave the house. It was 9 PM, so I denied it by saying that I have to leave early tomorrow, so I need to sleep soon. The husband agreed and said he would leave by car.

I felt bad for not helping Bhabhi, but I decided I would help her all night and fulfil her with all my might. I was mentally preparing myself for how I was going to do this. We got outside to see off the husband. He left in a cab, and his wife and soon-to-be wife for the night kissed him. Just seeing that made me horny. My mind was becoming increasingly cluttered with devilish ideas.

We both came back to the house, and my wife locked the door. Bhabhi was about to leave for her room, but I told her to stop and told her that I wanted to show her something.
Stay tuned to continue reading.
true, but can't that be said the same way where women say she doesn't want to marry or later in her 30s where she wants to marry but can't find someone to marry her and use independence or modern women as an excuse? Of course, not all women, but there are some.
Will you also put them in the category of lack of opportunity?]]> <![CDATA[Indian Mom's Debauchery - Re-written]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73229.html Tue, 07 Apr 2026 05:30:33 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73229.html Indian Mom's Debauchery - (Re-written)

This a re-write of famous story "Indian Mom's Debauchery".
I tried to contact the Author JHALLO, however he has given consents to continue the story in the comments.

All credits to JHALLO.

Chapter 1

This incident happened 3 years ago and still seared in my memory. It was 2023 and I just graduated from high college and may be around 19 years of age. It was that age when you are just out of college and into the relative freedom of minimum wage job; the age of discovery so to speak. Girls, pizza, hanging out with friends and the like.

We lived in the suburbs of Toronto in an upmarket neighbourhood. I was the only child of my parents. My dad is a financial advisor in one of the big 5 banks in Canada. We migrated to Toronto from Chennai, India just before COVID expecting greener pastures especially for me. After gruelling for nearly 2 years my dad found a well-paying job thanks to his MBA mate Allan. And thanks to the commissions and other perks mom never had to work since last year and stayed home as a house wife. I passed high college in flying colors however the Colleges here are way expensive specially for an immigrant family like us. Hence I was planning to work part time to save money for college.
Mom was a typical housewife. She got married to my dad at the age of 22 while she was still in college and became a mother even before reaching her 23rd birthday. By the way, her birthday was on 31st December, always a reason to celebrate.

She had completed her graduation after marriage but never really worked and after I was born, dedicated herself to my upbringing and other household chores. Our lives in India were quite comfortable I'd say, I went to a top private college and we had quite a few European vacations during my college holidays. So we were used to affluence. That's why mom never needed to work and she could indulge in looking after herself and leading a lavish lifestyle in high society. Money had never been an issue.

Now that I look back, let me describe my mom. She was petite at 5'4". She had bright mocha skin and of average built. When I say average built, I have to say that giving birth to a child had not really changed her physical constitution. Maybe, just maybe, she was a tad thick around the waist area and probably around the booty that actually added allure to her mature sexiness. But no way she could be called fat that most middle aged Indian women tend to develop. In fact she had near perfect round ass almost the shape of an "O" when looked from behind. Her admirers would call them bubble butt. She was also not voluptuous but had maintained her body well, genetic or the result of doing daily yoga and regular visits to the parlours. But the one thing that set her apart from the other women of her age, was her face. She had perfect oval face with sharp nose and sparkling eyes that do not look her age. Her shoulder length hair complements her face nicely. Also, she dressed conservatively in sarees as majority of housewives do in India, to avoid the roving eyes of lecherous men and hormone charged teenagers. In short, she looked a beautiful saree clad Indian lady in her mid-late thirties. The sort of women mature men would go for.

One thing I believe is that every woman when naked looks the same, I mean not that somebody has 3 boobs or two pussies. But the one thing that attracts males is the personality or should I say the seductiveness of a woman. That is the one thing that charges up a man to take that woman and make love to her. And my mom had that in abundance.
But, let me be upfront, I was like any other guy of that age. The age of discovery. That turbulent time of youth when your hormones are pumping and you have no clue what was happening. The age when I could recognise the sexual tension between men and women.

I have seen men, both in India and in the West gazes upon her in awe. Indian men more with lust and the western men more with admiration. I have seen dad's friends or colleagues tried to flirt with her, and she, being a lady in her prime quite enjoyed all the attentions. But she never reciprocated or gave them slightest of hint that she would be available.
A few months after mom and I arrived in Toronto, my dad's company threw a summer party to celebrate a successful takeover of another small company. Employees were encouraged to bring their family too. Being an adult son, I was not supposed to tag along with my parents but since I was still living with them, both mom and dad insisted that I should come with them. Besides, it would be a nice way to meet new people in a new country.
It was a Friday afternoon in mid-July, and we were getting ready to go. It was quite a warm day with temperature around mid-eighties Fahrenheit. As it was a casual summer party, there were no dress code. So, we decided on casual summer wears. Dad and I put on jeans and polo shirt and mom was preparing to wear a floral summer dress. That's when dad said that she should perhaps try a saree as she always looked best in them. Mom changed into a chiffon saree and a sleeveless blouse which had a deep cut.

Now, Indian readers know that when worn properly, an Indian woman can look her sexiest best in a saree. And mom did exactly that. She dbangd the blue chiffon saree in such a way that it hugs her figure, accentuating every curve along the way. One could see her deep navel as the saree was tied well below her belly button. The white sleeveless blouse was struggling to hide her 36D assets. She decided to wear a strapless bra underneath as the flimsy material of her blouse might not be ideal for a strapped bra. When she was done, she asked dad how she looked to which dad looked mesmerised. His jaws dropped a bit before he steadied himself and said "you look ravishing". Now being in Canada, I think mom got a bit relaxed about dressing because unlike in India, here there was no judgement from the relatives and no prying eyes from the onlookers. She indeed liked to dress up and spend money on expensive clothing and jewelleries. She usually wore gold bangles in both hands and golden anklets on her feet even at home. Compliment this with her Thaali, her diamond wedding ring on her left ring finger, a tiny diamond studded nose pin on her left nose and a pinch of sindur/kumkum on the parting of her hair, I must say dad was right. She looked ravishing. She applied only light touch of make up due to the heat - eyeliner, a touch of mascara and some lip gloss. Her shoulder length silky hair tied in usual ponytail and she put on her favourite stiletto heels. With the heels on she was looking 2 inches taller. Although I never had any incestual feeling towards her but looking at her that day I genuinely thought she was one hell of a sexy mom and lot of men going to have raging hard on that night just by looking at her like that.

My emotions at that moment were quite mixed. In a way I was feeling proud for my beautiful mom, but the other part of me was slightly jealous. There would be a lot of men in the party who'd eye this exotic beauty and one or two might even try their luck to flirt with her. Now mom was quite used to handling this type of attentions, but I was not sure for how long she could fend them off. This was completely unknown territory to her and there would be men who could sweep her off her feet. Don't get me wrong here, she had been fiercely loyal to my dad all these years, but with the benefit of hindsight, I could see there were tell-tale signs that she was getting sexually frustrated as she was approaching the end of her sexual prime and might get swept away if not careful enough. Nevertheless one thing was for sure that she was going to be the cynosure of the party.
We arrived at the party around 6 in the evening. The cab left us near the entrance to the dock which led us to the party yacht where the event was arranged on Toronto Harbour. Upon boarding, we were greeted by the host with welcome drinks. We moved to the main deck. There were already quite a few guests hanging around and more people started arriving soon after. A few of them came with their young children but I didn't see anyone of my age. Even the younger employees were perhaps 10 years older than me.

As more and more guests started arriving, the music got louder and the two bars either side of the deck got busier. Dad just saw someone he knew, he gave him a smile and started walking towards him.
Mom and I stood at one corner not knowing what to do. This was the first time we were at a party in this country, so not quite sure what to expect amidst a bunch of unfamiliar faces. Although I could see that people, both men and women were glancing at us occasionally. The men perhaps were holding their gazes a bit longer on my mom. I even saw couple of younger looking guys walked past us towards their way to the bar. They were talking to each other, but suddenly fell silent when their eyes fell on mom and then on me. Couple of seconds and they chuckled and made some comments between them. I was sure it was about mom. They looked over their shoulder while passing us and their eyes were all over mom sizing her up.
Although my mom was quite confident in this kind of situation, but I felt she was looking a tad nervous. This was understandable as we were in a new territory in a new country, literally among a bunch of strangers. We were the only brown people there; majority of the guests were white with some black people among them.
As the crowd started building up, there was an announcement. The company hired a stand up performer for this event and he was going to start his act. Everybody's focus moved toward the centre of the deck while the comedian started his routine.

There were few good jokes that made the crowd burst into laughter. That also made mom started getting relaxed a bit. Meanwhile dad came back and joined us with a bottle of beer in hand. He was about to ask mom and me something, perhaps if we'd like to drink and that's when I heard the booming voice "Hey, Mr. Iyer".
I saw a tall, blonde, white guy approaching us. He must be well above 6 feet probably by 2 or 3 inches. He had well defined physique, kind of body we used to see in Hollywood movies. Not a beefy body rather an athletic one. Tattoos on both arm poking out of his short sleeve Hawaiian shirt. The shirt somewhat clung to his body and I could see the silhouette of his washboard abs. He was wearing a linen pants and a pair of canvas slip on. What was most impressive was that he had a warm almost childlike smile on his face. He must be around my mom's age, may be even couple of years younger.
"Hey, Mr. Iyer." He said approaching us "How are you man? When did ya come?"
I guess dad got a bit startled hearing his voice all of a sudden, but immediately composed himself and then turned around to greet him.

"Hey Mr. Mcleod, finally you're here. Nice to see you". He extended his hand to which the guy also extended his and shook firmly. I could see the stark difference in size in both their hands. His palm almost gobbled up dad's. His upper arm was easily twice the size of dad's. My dad was 5''7", had grown a pot belly over the years. As a result, he looked even shorter. It looked like he was towering over my dad.
"Nice to see you man. And this must be your family" he said looking at mom and me.
"Yes" dad replied. "Let me introduce. This is my wife Amrutha and my son Siddharth. And this is Mr. Allan Mcleod, my boss and the VP of our company."
Mr. McLeod looked at my mom and immediately I could sense a spark jolted between them. The kind of sensation you can only feel but can't put in words. Their eyes met and both got transfixed for couple of seconds. As if someone cast a spell on them, they looked at each other's eyes for those 2 seconds oblivious of the surroundings. Then the spell broke and both came to their senses. In those few seconds I saw something in Allan's eye that years later when I think about those moment, I saw unbridled lust in his eyes. In that split second I had no doubt that this guy, Allan wanted to get between mom's legs. He wanted to fuck her. And a part of me was curious to see that happen. But that momentary feelings evaporated as soon as it surfaced.

I guessed mom was bit nervous in that situation and put her guards on. It could be the sexual tension rising and she could sense that too.
Mom said a meek "Hello Mr. McLeod" in her Indian accent.
"Call me Allan" He quickly came back to senses.
Mom said "hello Allan" with a shy smile.
"Hello, I'm Siddharth" I said clearing my throat. Everybody calls me Sid.
Allan turned to me and said "hello". But his mind was elsewhere.
"You're a lucky man, Sridhar. You have such a gorgeous wife." Allan made his observation clear.
Both dad and Allan burst into laughter. Mom joined them with a shy smile. I didn't know how to react, but I did admire his guts. That man had shown chivalry.

Mom, dad and Allan had few small talks before some more guests arrived at the deck that caught Allan's eye.
"Excuse me, but I have to attend the guests. You guys make yourselves comfortable. I'll speak to you later." The last sentence he specifically said looking at mom before he walked off.
"Nice gentleman" Dad said. Mom and I agreed.
"It's quite impressive to become a VP of a big company at this young age. He must be very smart." Mom said.
We all agreed.
A minute later dad went back to join a group of his colleague. Mom and I again stood there watching people for about 10 minutes.
"Hey guys, how are you doing?" I heard Allan coming our way.
"Are you getting bored?" He asked. Then added "Allow me to get you a drink, madam."
"It's alright." Mom said.
"Oh, come on. Don't be shy." Allan persisted.
Mom smiled and nodded.

Mom was a social drinker. She mostly liked to drink wine, beer or cocktails. She was a connoisseur of expensive wines and cocktails.
"What do you want to drink?" Allan asked.
"Ummm.. I don't know. A glass of white wine may be." Mom was still not fully out of her shells.
"And you Sid.. Sid..,?" He struggled to remember my name.
"Siddharth, sir" I replied. "But everybody calls me Sid."
"Yes. Sid. What would you like?"
I was not legally allowed to have alcoholic drink.
"Any soft drink." I was not really bothered.
"Would you like to come with me?" Allan turned to mom and gestured towards the bar.
Now mom got in a spot. She didn't expect this and neither did I. She didn't want to leave me and go with Allan but turning him down would be rude.
She looked at me first then hesitantly accepted his invitation.

They walked off towards the bar leaving me behind. After a couple of steps, I saw Allan put his palm lightly on mom's back and guided her through the crowd.
That was interesting. Allan met mom barely half an hour ago and now he was touching her back. I never saw a man got so close to mom that soon. He definitely had balls.
They walked up to the bar, placed order, and waited for their drink. There were quite a big crowd at the bar so I assumed it would take a while to get served.
I watched them started chatting while waiting for the drinks. Mom's body language gradually eased up, she was smiling, talking and making frequent eye contact with Allan. She was also making hand gestures while talking. She didn't look out of place anymore.
After about 10 mins their drinks were served. Mom had a flute of champagne while Allan had a beer glass in one hand and a glass of fizzy drink in other.
They walked down to where I was. Allan handed over the fizzy drink to me. We raised a toast and took a sip from respective glasses.

"So Sid, what do you study?" He asked me.
"Doing BS with a major in economics." I replied.
We kept on chatting about my college and other stuffs for a while until I heard someone called out Allan.
The three of us looked at the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged gentleman, smiling and waving at Allan.
"You have to excuse me. That is Michael from our Arizona office. You guys please enjoy the party." Saying that Allan walked off towards Michael.
From the corner of my eye, I saw mom was looking at Allan as he walked away.
It was almost 7:30 pm. The sun was behind the horizon. The sky was getting darker and the air a bit chillier.
A member of the host came out from the lower deck and announced that the dinner was served.
The guests on the upper deck started moving slowly to the lower deck. Dad came and joined us and three of us moved to the lower deck.
Buffet was ready. There were round tables with chairs around. We took our food and sat on one table along with some other guests. Dad was speaking to one of them earlier.

The dinner was followed by reward and recognition for the employees. And there was a pleasant surprise.
Dad's name was announced as he got promoted to Executive Director. Because of the merger, he now had the added responsibility to supervise a team at their Arizona office. That meant he had to travel to the Phoenix office frequently, at least once a month.
Diners at the tables started congratulating dad. Mom and I felt proud seeing that.
Allan showed up at our table and congratulate dad. He then turned to mom and said
"Sorry Amrutha. Sridhar is going to be a lot busier from now. I hope that won't make you resentful."
Everyone at the table had a laugh.
After the dinner the tables and chairs were cleared, and the space turned into a dance floor. Normal lights were put off and the strobes were on. The place got darker as in real discos. There was a DJ on the podium. He started with a peppy number. Slowly people started shaking their legs. Initially only few people but gradually more and more would join them.
Mom, dad and I were standing at a corner looking at them. A group of slightly senior looking guys almost dragged dad away to join them in a drink. Perhaps, dad now belonged to their club after the promotion. They went up to the upper deck.

Mom and I were contemplating whether to join in dance, suddenly Allan appeared from the crowd.
He was holding 2 glasses of red wine.
"I saw you are not drinking. Here is one for you. Hope you like red wine." Allan handed one glass over to mom.
Mom took that without hesitation and said "Yes, I do." She took a big sip from the glass and immediately belched out by the sudden rush of alcohol into her system.
All 3 of us cracked into laughter.
A moment or so later, Allan looked mom in the eye, reached his hand out and asked mom "Let's dance" and gestured to the dance floor.
Mom was a bit taken aback by his assertiveness. Neither she nor I was expecting this. She looked at me not knowing what to do, then decided to comply. She asked me to hold her drink and put her left hand on Allan's outreached hand. Allan gently pull her to the dance floor.
Allan was a decent dancer, but mom was bit shy at first. Allan tried to hold her hand and twirl but she started giggling which made Allan giggle too. One thing was clear, she was enjoying his company.
They broke away from the dance floor and came to me. I gave mom her drink back. She took couple of sips probably to calm her nerves a bit.

Then when Allan asked "let's try again", she had no hesitation to join him. She handed me the near empty glass and went away with him.
This time they both danced better. Initially they were freewheeling but gradually found a rhythm. Often they were holding hands and danced. Mom tucked her pallu/mundhaanai in the waist fold of her saree. Her bare midriff, back, cleavage, belly button were clearly visible. The Thaali was dangling between her boobs. She was visibly a bit tipsy from all the drinking since evening.
The music reached a crescendo and the melodic numbers came out. I saw Allan wrapped his arms around mom's waist and pulled her closer. She also wrapped her arms around his neck. Their bodies pressed against each other's. They grooved with the music slowly. The contrast in their height was palpable. My petite brown mom was grooving in the arms of a tall white man. He slowly rested his palms on her shapely butt and she rested her head on his chest. She looked a little tired now.
After a while he whispered something in her ear, and they disengaged. Allan held her hand and pulled her to the other end of the dance floor. They disappeared in the crowd.

Alarm bell rang in my head. Where did they go? What were they doing? What if Allan tried to take advantage of my slightly drunk mom? Lots of questions gathered around my head. I decided to look out for them.
I went around the deck to the other side. I was trying to look out for them without making it obvious. But they were nowhere to be seen. I went ahead a bit further and that's when I saw them sitting on a sofa at a corner by the bar. The place was quite dark. They were both holding wine glasses and facing each other. They were sitting quite close and talking almost to each other's face. The decibel level was quite high so I could not hear a word from distance. But I made sure that they could not see me.
I saw mom laughing almost at every word he spoke. Allan was trying to be very attentive. Perhaps he was having trouble to understand her Indian accent in the loud music. He held her hand and pulled her even closer. She didn't resist. Mom was continuously blabbering I didn't know what. Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol. She was completely out of her shell by then.

I saw Allan pointing to her Thaali and then to the Kumkum. She smiled and started talking again, probably explaining what they were. Then she slightly thrust her chest forward to what I assumed, allow Allan to touch the thaali if he wanted to feel it. Allan duly obliged. He took the thaali between his fingers and in the process brushed my mom's melons with his fingers. Even in the darkness I could see the contrast between his white fingers and her brownish melon. I was sure mom was not in the sense to comprehend that. He then proceeded further up along the necklace and lightly brushed her collar bone and neck along the way. He then flicked her hair. I didn't see any adverse reaction from mom which suggested she was either oblivious of what was going on or she was enjoying this play secretly.
Just when Allan was about to touch her face the light came on. It was 5 minutes to 10, that was the end of the party. The DJ played the last music to close the party.
Both Allan and mom came to their senses and got up from the sofa. The guests were saying good night to each other and started leaving. I emerged from the back and approached mom.

"It's time to go home, mom." I said.
"Let me get you a cab. Where is Sridhar?" Allan asked.
"I think dad is upstairs". I replied.
Allan, mom and I walked up to the upper deck where we found dad. He was completely drunk and was cracking jokes with some younger looking colleagues.
We told dad that the party was over and we need to go home. He was completely unaware of the time and place and was having a gala time. He couldn't even stand straight.
Allan helped dad to get off the boat and called a cab which was waiting in the taxi rank nearby.
Allan and I helped dad into the cab. Before mom went in, Allan gave her a friendly hug and said good night. Maybe his hands lingered a tad longer on her ass than usual.
We arrived home around 11. By that time dad was completely hammered and I had to help him from the cab to bed.

Mom was bit drunk too but at least had her bearings right. She changed into her night dress before going off to bed.]]> Indian Mom's Debauchery - (Re-written)

This a re-write of famous story "Indian Mom's Debauchery".
I tried to contact the Author JHALLO, however he has given consents to continue the story in the comments.

All credits to JHALLO.

Chapter 1

This incident happened 3 years ago and still seared in my memory. It was 2023 and I just graduated from high college and may be around 19 years of age. It was that age when you are just out of college and into the relative freedom of minimum wage job; the age of discovery so to speak. Girls, pizza, hanging out with friends and the like.

We lived in the suburbs of Toronto in an upmarket neighbourhood. I was the only child of my parents. My dad is a financial advisor in one of the big 5 banks in Canada. We migrated to Toronto from Chennai, India just before COVID expecting greener pastures especially for me. After gruelling for nearly 2 years my dad found a well-paying job thanks to his MBA mate Allan. And thanks to the commissions and other perks mom never had to work since last year and stayed home as a house wife. I passed high college in flying colors however the Colleges here are way expensive specially for an immigrant family like us. Hence I was planning to work part time to save money for college.
Mom was a typical housewife. She got married to my dad at the age of 22 while she was still in college and became a mother even before reaching her 23rd birthday. By the way, her birthday was on 31st December, always a reason to celebrate.

She had completed her graduation after marriage but never really worked and after I was born, dedicated herself to my upbringing and other household chores. Our lives in India were quite comfortable I'd say, I went to a top private college and we had quite a few European vacations during my college holidays. So we were used to affluence. That's why mom never needed to work and she could indulge in looking after herself and leading a lavish lifestyle in high society. Money had never been an issue.

Now that I look back, let me describe my mom. She was petite at 5'4". She had bright mocha skin and of average built. When I say average built, I have to say that giving birth to a child had not really changed her physical constitution. Maybe, just maybe, she was a tad thick around the waist area and probably around the booty that actually added allure to her mature sexiness. But no way she could be called fat that most middle aged Indian women tend to develop. In fact she had near perfect round ass almost the shape of an "O" when looked from behind. Her admirers would call them bubble butt. She was also not voluptuous but had maintained her body well, genetic or the result of doing daily yoga and regular visits to the parlours. But the one thing that set her apart from the other women of her age, was her face. She had perfect oval face with sharp nose and sparkling eyes that do not look her age. Her shoulder length hair complements her face nicely. Also, she dressed conservatively in sarees as majority of housewives do in India, to avoid the roving eyes of lecherous men and hormone charged teenagers. In short, she looked a beautiful saree clad Indian lady in her mid-late thirties. The sort of women mature men would go for.

One thing I believe is that every woman when naked looks the same, I mean not that somebody has 3 boobs or two pussies. But the one thing that attracts males is the personality or should I say the seductiveness of a woman. That is the one thing that charges up a man to take that woman and make love to her. And my mom had that in abundance.
But, let me be upfront, I was like any other guy of that age. The age of discovery. That turbulent time of youth when your hormones are pumping and you have no clue what was happening. The age when I could recognise the sexual tension between men and women.

I have seen men, both in India and in the West gazes upon her in awe. Indian men more with lust and the western men more with admiration. I have seen dad's friends or colleagues tried to flirt with her, and she, being a lady in her prime quite enjoyed all the attentions. But she never reciprocated or gave them slightest of hint that she would be available.
A few months after mom and I arrived in Toronto, my dad's company threw a summer party to celebrate a successful takeover of another small company. Employees were encouraged to bring their family too. Being an adult son, I was not supposed to tag along with my parents but since I was still living with them, both mom and dad insisted that I should come with them. Besides, it would be a nice way to meet new people in a new country.
It was a Friday afternoon in mid-July, and we were getting ready to go. It was quite a warm day with temperature around mid-eighties Fahrenheit. As it was a casual summer party, there were no dress code. So, we decided on casual summer wears. Dad and I put on jeans and polo shirt and mom was preparing to wear a floral summer dress. That's when dad said that she should perhaps try a saree as she always looked best in them. Mom changed into a chiffon saree and a sleeveless blouse which had a deep cut.

Now, Indian readers know that when worn properly, an Indian woman can look her sexiest best in a saree. And mom did exactly that. She dbangd the blue chiffon saree in such a way that it hugs her figure, accentuating every curve along the way. One could see her deep navel as the saree was tied well below her belly button. The white sleeveless blouse was struggling to hide her 36D assets. She decided to wear a strapless bra underneath as the flimsy material of her blouse might not be ideal for a strapped bra. When she was done, she asked dad how she looked to which dad looked mesmerised. His jaws dropped a bit before he steadied himself and said "you look ravishing". Now being in Canada, I think mom got a bit relaxed about dressing because unlike in India, here there was no judgement from the relatives and no prying eyes from the onlookers. She indeed liked to dress up and spend money on expensive clothing and jewelleries. She usually wore gold bangles in both hands and golden anklets on her feet even at home. Compliment this with her Thaali, her diamond wedding ring on her left ring finger, a tiny diamond studded nose pin on her left nose and a pinch of sindur/kumkum on the parting of her hair, I must say dad was right. She looked ravishing. She applied only light touch of make up due to the heat - eyeliner, a touch of mascara and some lip gloss. Her shoulder length silky hair tied in usual ponytail and she put on her favourite stiletto heels. With the heels on she was looking 2 inches taller. Although I never had any incestual feeling towards her but looking at her that day I genuinely thought she was one hell of a sexy mom and lot of men going to have raging hard on that night just by looking at her like that.

My emotions at that moment were quite mixed. In a way I was feeling proud for my beautiful mom, but the other part of me was slightly jealous. There would be a lot of men in the party who'd eye this exotic beauty and one or two might even try their luck to flirt with her. Now mom was quite used to handling this type of attentions, but I was not sure for how long she could fend them off. This was completely unknown territory to her and there would be men who could sweep her off her feet. Don't get me wrong here, she had been fiercely loyal to my dad all these years, but with the benefit of hindsight, I could see there were tell-tale signs that she was getting sexually frustrated as she was approaching the end of her sexual prime and might get swept away if not careful enough. Nevertheless one thing was for sure that she was going to be the cynosure of the party.
We arrived at the party around 6 in the evening. The cab left us near the entrance to the dock which led us to the party yacht where the event was arranged on Toronto Harbour. Upon boarding, we were greeted by the host with welcome drinks. We moved to the main deck. There were already quite a few guests hanging around and more people started arriving soon after. A few of them came with their young children but I didn't see anyone of my age. Even the younger employees were perhaps 10 years older than me.

As more and more guests started arriving, the music got louder and the two bars either side of the deck got busier. Dad just saw someone he knew, he gave him a smile and started walking towards him.
Mom and I stood at one corner not knowing what to do. This was the first time we were at a party in this country, so not quite sure what to expect amidst a bunch of unfamiliar faces. Although I could see that people, both men and women were glancing at us occasionally. The men perhaps were holding their gazes a bit longer on my mom. I even saw couple of younger looking guys walked past us towards their way to the bar. They were talking to each other, but suddenly fell silent when their eyes fell on mom and then on me. Couple of seconds and they chuckled and made some comments between them. I was sure it was about mom. They looked over their shoulder while passing us and their eyes were all over mom sizing her up.
Although my mom was quite confident in this kind of situation, but I felt she was looking a tad nervous. This was understandable as we were in a new territory in a new country, literally among a bunch of strangers. We were the only brown people there; majority of the guests were white with some black people among them.
As the crowd started building up, there was an announcement. The company hired a stand up performer for this event and he was going to start his act. Everybody's focus moved toward the centre of the deck while the comedian started his routine.

There were few good jokes that made the crowd burst into laughter. That also made mom started getting relaxed a bit. Meanwhile dad came back and joined us with a bottle of beer in hand. He was about to ask mom and me something, perhaps if we'd like to drink and that's when I heard the booming voice "Hey, Mr. Iyer".
I saw a tall, blonde, white guy approaching us. He must be well above 6 feet probably by 2 or 3 inches. He had well defined physique, kind of body we used to see in Hollywood movies. Not a beefy body rather an athletic one. Tattoos on both arm poking out of his short sleeve Hawaiian shirt. The shirt somewhat clung to his body and I could see the silhouette of his washboard abs. He was wearing a linen pants and a pair of canvas slip on. What was most impressive was that he had a warm almost childlike smile on his face. He must be around my mom's age, may be even couple of years younger.
"Hey, Mr. Iyer." He said approaching us "How are you man? When did ya come?"
I guess dad got a bit startled hearing his voice all of a sudden, but immediately composed himself and then turned around to greet him.

"Hey Mr. Mcleod, finally you're here. Nice to see you". He extended his hand to which the guy also extended his and shook firmly. I could see the stark difference in size in both their hands. His palm almost gobbled up dad's. His upper arm was easily twice the size of dad's. My dad was 5''7", had grown a pot belly over the years. As a result, he looked even shorter. It looked like he was towering over my dad.
"Nice to see you man. And this must be your family" he said looking at mom and me.
"Yes" dad replied. "Let me introduce. This is my wife Amrutha and my son Siddharth. And this is Mr. Allan Mcleod, my boss and the VP of our company."
Mr. McLeod looked at my mom and immediately I could sense a spark jolted between them. The kind of sensation you can only feel but can't put in words. Their eyes met and both got transfixed for couple of seconds. As if someone cast a spell on them, they looked at each other's eyes for those 2 seconds oblivious of the surroundings. Then the spell broke and both came to their senses. In those few seconds I saw something in Allan's eye that years later when I think about those moment, I saw unbridled lust in his eyes. In that split second I had no doubt that this guy, Allan wanted to get between mom's legs. He wanted to fuck her. And a part of me was curious to see that happen. But that momentary feelings evaporated as soon as it surfaced.

I guessed mom was bit nervous in that situation and put her guards on. It could be the sexual tension rising and she could sense that too.
Mom said a meek "Hello Mr. McLeod" in her Indian accent.
"Call me Allan" He quickly came back to senses.
Mom said "hello Allan" with a shy smile.
"Hello, I'm Siddharth" I said clearing my throat. Everybody calls me Sid.
Allan turned to me and said "hello". But his mind was elsewhere.
"You're a lucky man, Sridhar. You have such a gorgeous wife." Allan made his observation clear.
Both dad and Allan burst into laughter. Mom joined them with a shy smile. I didn't know how to react, but I did admire his guts. That man had shown chivalry.

Mom, dad and Allan had few small talks before some more guests arrived at the deck that caught Allan's eye.
"Excuse me, but I have to attend the guests. You guys make yourselves comfortable. I'll speak to you later." The last sentence he specifically said looking at mom before he walked off.
"Nice gentleman" Dad said. Mom and I agreed.
"It's quite impressive to become a VP of a big company at this young age. He must be very smart." Mom said.
We all agreed.
A minute later dad went back to join a group of his colleague. Mom and I again stood there watching people for about 10 minutes.
"Hey guys, how are you doing?" I heard Allan coming our way.
"Are you getting bored?" He asked. Then added "Allow me to get you a drink, madam."
"It's alright." Mom said.
"Oh, come on. Don't be shy." Allan persisted.
Mom smiled and nodded.

Mom was a social drinker. She mostly liked to drink wine, beer or cocktails. She was a connoisseur of expensive wines and cocktails.
"What do you want to drink?" Allan asked.
"Ummm.. I don't know. A glass of white wine may be." Mom was still not fully out of her shells.
"And you Sid.. Sid..,?" He struggled to remember my name.
"Siddharth, sir" I replied. "But everybody calls me Sid."
"Yes. Sid. What would you like?"
I was not legally allowed to have alcoholic drink.
"Any soft drink." I was not really bothered.
"Would you like to come with me?" Allan turned to mom and gestured towards the bar.
Now mom got in a spot. She didn't expect this and neither did I. She didn't want to leave me and go with Allan but turning him down would be rude.
She looked at me first then hesitantly accepted his invitation.

They walked off towards the bar leaving me behind. After a couple of steps, I saw Allan put his palm lightly on mom's back and guided her through the crowd.
That was interesting. Allan met mom barely half an hour ago and now he was touching her back. I never saw a man got so close to mom that soon. He definitely had balls.
They walked up to the bar, placed order, and waited for their drink. There were quite a big crowd at the bar so I assumed it would take a while to get served.
I watched them started chatting while waiting for the drinks. Mom's body language gradually eased up, she was smiling, talking and making frequent eye contact with Allan. She was also making hand gestures while talking. She didn't look out of place anymore.
After about 10 mins their drinks were served. Mom had a flute of champagne while Allan had a beer glass in one hand and a glass of fizzy drink in other.
They walked down to where I was. Allan handed over the fizzy drink to me. We raised a toast and took a sip from respective glasses.

"So Sid, what do you study?" He asked me.
"Doing BS with a major in economics." I replied.
We kept on chatting about my college and other stuffs for a while until I heard someone called out Allan.
The three of us looked at the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged gentleman, smiling and waving at Allan.
"You have to excuse me. That is Michael from our Arizona office. You guys please enjoy the party." Saying that Allan walked off towards Michael.
From the corner of my eye, I saw mom was looking at Allan as he walked away.
It was almost 7:30 pm. The sun was behind the horizon. The sky was getting darker and the air a bit chillier.
A member of the host came out from the lower deck and announced that the dinner was served.
The guests on the upper deck started moving slowly to the lower deck. Dad came and joined us and three of us moved to the lower deck.
Buffet was ready. There were round tables with chairs around. We took our food and sat on one table along with some other guests. Dad was speaking to one of them earlier.

The dinner was followed by reward and recognition for the employees. And there was a pleasant surprise.
Dad's name was announced as he got promoted to Executive Director. Because of the merger, he now had the added responsibility to supervise a team at their Arizona office. That meant he had to travel to the Phoenix office frequently, at least once a month.
Diners at the tables started congratulating dad. Mom and I felt proud seeing that.
Allan showed up at our table and congratulate dad. He then turned to mom and said
"Sorry Amrutha. Sridhar is going to be a lot busier from now. I hope that won't make you resentful."
Everyone at the table had a laugh.
After the dinner the tables and chairs were cleared, and the space turned into a dance floor. Normal lights were put off and the strobes were on. The place got darker as in real discos. There was a DJ on the podium. He started with a peppy number. Slowly people started shaking their legs. Initially only few people but gradually more and more would join them.
Mom, dad and I were standing at a corner looking at them. A group of slightly senior looking guys almost dragged dad away to join them in a drink. Perhaps, dad now belonged to their club after the promotion. They went up to the upper deck.

Mom and I were contemplating whether to join in dance, suddenly Allan appeared from the crowd.
He was holding 2 glasses of red wine.
"I saw you are not drinking. Here is one for you. Hope you like red wine." Allan handed one glass over to mom.
Mom took that without hesitation and said "Yes, I do." She took a big sip from the glass and immediately belched out by the sudden rush of alcohol into her system.
All 3 of us cracked into laughter.
A moment or so later, Allan looked mom in the eye, reached his hand out and asked mom "Let's dance" and gestured to the dance floor.
Mom was a bit taken aback by his assertiveness. Neither she nor I was expecting this. She looked at me not knowing what to do, then decided to comply. She asked me to hold her drink and put her left hand on Allan's outreached hand. Allan gently pull her to the dance floor.
Allan was a decent dancer, but mom was bit shy at first. Allan tried to hold her hand and twirl but she started giggling which made Allan giggle too. One thing was clear, she was enjoying his company.
They broke away from the dance floor and came to me. I gave mom her drink back. She took couple of sips probably to calm her nerves a bit.

Then when Allan asked "let's try again", she had no hesitation to join him. She handed me the near empty glass and went away with him.
This time they both danced better. Initially they were freewheeling but gradually found a rhythm. Often they were holding hands and danced. Mom tucked her pallu/mundhaanai in the waist fold of her saree. Her bare midriff, back, cleavage, belly button were clearly visible. The Thaali was dangling between her boobs. She was visibly a bit tipsy from all the drinking since evening.
The music reached a crescendo and the melodic numbers came out. I saw Allan wrapped his arms around mom's waist and pulled her closer. She also wrapped her arms around his neck. Their bodies pressed against each other's. They grooved with the music slowly. The contrast in their height was palpable. My petite brown mom was grooving in the arms of a tall white man. He slowly rested his palms on her shapely butt and she rested her head on his chest. She looked a little tired now.
After a while he whispered something in her ear, and they disengaged. Allan held her hand and pulled her to the other end of the dance floor. They disappeared in the crowd.

Alarm bell rang in my head. Where did they go? What were they doing? What if Allan tried to take advantage of my slightly drunk mom? Lots of questions gathered around my head. I decided to look out for them.
I went around the deck to the other side. I was trying to look out for them without making it obvious. But they were nowhere to be seen. I went ahead a bit further and that's when I saw them sitting on a sofa at a corner by the bar. The place was quite dark. They were both holding wine glasses and facing each other. They were sitting quite close and talking almost to each other's face. The decibel level was quite high so I could not hear a word from distance. But I made sure that they could not see me.
I saw mom laughing almost at every word he spoke. Allan was trying to be very attentive. Perhaps he was having trouble to understand her Indian accent in the loud music. He held her hand and pulled her even closer. She didn't resist. Mom was continuously blabbering I didn't know what. Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol. She was completely out of her shell by then.

I saw Allan pointing to her Thaali and then to the Kumkum. She smiled and started talking again, probably explaining what they were. Then she slightly thrust her chest forward to what I assumed, allow Allan to touch the thaali if he wanted to feel it. Allan duly obliged. He took the thaali between his fingers and in the process brushed my mom's melons with his fingers. Even in the darkness I could see the contrast between his white fingers and her brownish melon. I was sure mom was not in the sense to comprehend that. He then proceeded further up along the necklace and lightly brushed her collar bone and neck along the way. He then flicked her hair. I didn't see any adverse reaction from mom which suggested she was either oblivious of what was going on or she was enjoying this play secretly.
Just when Allan was about to touch her face the light came on. It was 5 minutes to 10, that was the end of the party. The DJ played the last music to close the party.
Both Allan and mom came to their senses and got up from the sofa. The guests were saying good night to each other and started leaving. I emerged from the back and approached mom.

"It's time to go home, mom." I said.
"Let me get you a cab. Where is Sridhar?" Allan asked.
"I think dad is upstairs". I replied.
Allan, mom and I walked up to the upper deck where we found dad. He was completely drunk and was cracking jokes with some younger looking colleagues.
We told dad that the party was over and we need to go home. He was completely unaware of the time and place and was having a gala time. He couldn't even stand straight.
Allan helped dad to get off the boat and called a cab which was waiting in the taxi rank nearby.
Allan and I helped dad into the cab. Before mom went in, Allan gave her a friendly hug and said good night. Maybe his hands lingered a tad longer on her ass than usual.
We arrived home around 11. By that time dad was completely hammered and I had to help him from the cab to bed.

Mom was bit drunk too but at least had her bearings right. She changed into her night dress before going off to bed.]]>