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For a long time she rode him like that, being fucked and fucking so deeply and completely it was incredible.


Her pace began to increase. Her strokes were still short, but now faster, more insistent. He was reaching up, squeezing her firm tits in his hands, his fingers pinching her erect nipples as he thrust his cock deep up into her wet pussy while she ground down upon him.



Her juices were flowing from her cunt in a torrent. She was leaning forward, pressing her tits into his hands, moaning continuously as she rode his raging cock. She was panting as her strokes became longer and longer until finally a full nine inches of hard thick cock was pummelling in and out of her drenched cunt as she rode him with wild abandon.


Krishan Kumar was ramming his huge erection hard up into her cunt as she slammed down upon him, his cock driving, pounding, deep into her tight pussy. His toes were beginning to curl as she furiously rode his mammoth cock.


Rakul's cunt was gushing and slurping as his giant rod rammed into her again and again. She was bouncing on top of his big cock now from the force of his thrusts, crying out, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" every time he rammed his nine inches dick.


She was a wild woman. She couldn't get enough of his big cock as he pounded it into her.





"You like that don't you?" he asked, holding her by the waist as he slowed the pace, "You love getting fucked by your Boss while your husband is away, don't you?"


"Ohhhh..." Rakul tried to respond, "Sir, please...ummmm...you feel so good!"


"You like that, eh? You like this big cock, don't you, darling?" asked Krishan Kumar.


"Ohhhhh...yessss...yesssss...ooooohhh...I love it!" panted Rakul, "Give it to me Sir, give it all to me. No one has ever been that deep in me. That part of me belongs only to you! Keep fucking me Sir!"


"No way Rakul," Krishan Kumar panted, as he continued to thrust, "I'm going to cum inside you... I'm going to make you pregnant... are you ready? I'm going to come in your pussy, I'm going to make you pregnant," he groaned, fucking Rakul hard and fast.


"I'm going to shoot my load up your tight little cunt, and fill your cute little tummy so full of sperm, you'll be carrying my children. I'm going to keep your belly full of my babies until you're too old to get pregnant any more. You'd like that, wouldn't you, love?" cried Krishan Kumar.





"Oh yes! Oh God yes! Oh yes, yes, yes! I want to feel you cum! I want you to cum in me! Oh, yes, fill me with your cum" Oh, yes, fill me with your cock, fill me with your cum! "Shoot your load up my pussy, my king," Rakul moaned.


"Go...ummmmm...go ahead...make me pregnant...ooooohhh...I'm your baby now!" "Oh yessss! "panted Rakul.


"I'm cumming tooooo...give it to me sir in my unprotected womb...oooooooooooohh...don't stop...not yet...ummmmmm..." Rakul practically screamed as his back arched, and he began the final thrusting towards orgasm.


"Where do you want me to deposit my seed?" he asked.


"In my pussy," Rakul replied, riding his cock for all she was worth.


"Take my seeds to fertilize your unprotected womb ...Aaaaahhhhhhh," cried Krishan Kumar as his huge dick spurted gallons of white thick liquid inside her vagina.


For more than a minute he continued to cum, yelling and yelling, pumping jet after jet of white-hot sperm deep into Rakul's unprotected pussy, sending her into another orgasm as his sperm charged from his cock and spurted deep, deep inside her.





"Whooo," Rakul said, "Am I really pregnant now? You have ejaculated enough seed in my belly to keep me pregnant for the next 50 years"


Soon they slowed and finally stopped, Krishan Kumar was lying with his head between Rakul's breasts as she played with his mussed hair. They both lay there, panting, almost sobbing with pure delight as their bodies attempted to recover from the great thrill, they had experienced. Cum was oozing out of her cunt all around his cock, down the sides of her legs, running down his cock.


Both their crotches were soaked in cum. "Was it good?" Krishan Kumar asked Rakul, as he withdrew his now-flaccid penis and flopped down on the bed beside her.


"Delicious, Sir," Rakul whispered, stretching her legs, "That was worth waiting for."


As his cock withdrew from her cunt, great wads of cum flowed from her, running down into the crack of her ass, dripping onto the bed.





Rakul kissed Krishan Kumar deeply, thanking him for his sperm. Rakul's legs with Krishan Kumar's cum seeping from her ravaged pussy. She lay there with her eyes closed, beaming like a Cheshire cat, a freshly-fucked looked on her face. They both fell asleep immediately.


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Part-16


Both of them woke up in the morning as the ray of morning sun fell on their naked bodies through the window. The sky was clear, and nobody could believe that there was a stormy and rainy night before. Rakul felt very shy when she found herself fully naked and her naked body was entwined with naked body of Krishan Kumar. Krishan Kumar looked at her eyes directly, smiled, and planted a kiss on her lips. She jumped from the bed and ran to collect her clothes which were hung on a string in the balcony. In the meantime, Krishan Kumar prepared the tea, and both of them sipped the hot morning tea. Afterwards, Rakul left immediately as her husband was expected to return.





It was a Sunday morning. Krishan Kumar was very pleased and he was flying in the sky as he had a nice fuck with Rakul in last night. He thought to visit the Nursing Home to see Asin and Anushka, but at the last moment he changed his plan. He wanted to visit some temple to seek blessings from deity to fuck more beautiful ladies in future. He planned to visit


The famous temple. After reaching there, Krishan Kumar asked for blessings of Goddess for more beautiful ladies in his life.


Since it was Sunday, more devotees thronged into the place as It contained several shrines and altars. Most of the devotees were beautiful ladies, they were tourists and from locals. So, to pass his time, Krishan Kumar also strolled around the area. The surrounding area had tea stalls and markets selling everyday goods.


His eyes went and searched through the beautiful ladies and their boobs. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice calling him from his behind. Then he felt a very soft patting on his right shoulder. He turned around his face and found Santosh standing behind him smiling. He also smiled at him back.


"Good morning Sir! What's surprising to find you here. No doubt, you are a devout and religious person," said Santosh.


"Well, Santosh, but what are you doing here?" asked Krishan Kumar.


"Sir, I am staying just nearby, a walkable distance of 50 meters from here," he replied.


Santosh requested and pleaded, "Sir, since you have come all the way from your flat, and today is Sunday, please sir, just step in my house to bless my


5 months daughter and my wife, Have a cup of tea and nothing else."


He hated this person of what he did, but again he thought he had spared and forgiven the main culprit Rakul after fucking her last night in his Apartment then there was no harm for taking a cup of tea in his house. Reluctantly, Krishan Kumar agreed due to his emotional approach.


After walking for 50 meters, they reached his house, and Santosh knocked at his door. His wife, Amala Paul opened the door. As she was not prepared for any visitors, and had opened the door while she was probably busy washing clothes, her domestic appearance was quite striking. Her hair was slightly dishevelled and tied up in a large knot, behind her head. Her face was full of sweat. She had apparently not yet, had her bath and was still wearing the blue saree and white blouse that she had worn the last night.





she had tucked up a small portion of her saree to her petticoat on her left hip. Her fair, smooth and flat tummy was half visible. As her saree was slightly raised due to the tucking of the saree, her smooth and lovely left leg was visible for almost a foot and her white petticoat was also visible from under her saree near her legs. Her pallu had gone to one side and her lovely large right breast in the white bra, was protruding out under her white blouse! Her Mangal sutra was dangling over her blouse. Her arms and tummy too were covered in small beads of sweat.


He introduced his lovely wife to Krishan Kumar, "Sir, this is my wife Amala Paul. Amala Paul, he is our Bank manager, Mr. Krishan Kumar whom I met accidentally near the Temple. I have requested him to have a cup of tea in our house. can you make us a cup of tea?"


Amala Paul bent down and touched his feet to seek his blessings . While bending down, her pallu slipped accidentally, and Krishan Kumar could see her milky breasts popping out from her blouse. He had already a hard one after seeing her opening the door. He put his two hands under her armpits in order to lift her and in the process, he touched her boobs as if accidentally, and his dick became harder. Slowly, he lifted her, and pulled towards him intentionally, and his erected dick touched her midriff. Amala Paul could feel his touch in her boobs and his very hard dick above her open midriff. From very close, he could inhale the aroma of her sexy sweated body. Then Krishan Kumar placed his right palm on her head and blessed her.





Amala Paul although a village upbringing and uneducated woman, but was not a fool, she was cleverer than her husband, and immediately she studied the attitude of this old man who was a lusty and lecherous boss of her husband.


Amala Paul said in her lovely voice, "Sir! You are most welcome to our humble house. I am very sorry that it is in a mess. I was not expecting guests. But, please come in and make yourself comfortable, I shall have everything in order and also get you drinking water and a cup of tea in five minutes. And please do stay for lunch, it would be an honour to us, if you have lunch at our house."


Santosh also supported the request of his wife, and said, "I would be privileged if Sir would be kind enough to stay for lunch and even relax for some time, before he returns back in the evening to his Apartment."


Amala Paul turned towards Krishan Kumar and found him staring at her. His eyes were almost popping out, at the sight of the gorgeous and buxom wife of Santosh. He was staring at her lovely breast and her flat tummy, which was visible as her saree was tucked up and dishevelled. Amala Paul became conscious of his staring. She quickly covered her breasts properly with her pallu and adjusted her saree to be proper. With the end of her pallu, she wiped the sweat off her face. They were standing at the door. Krishan Kumar had still not replied and was simply still staring at her. She looked at him.





He then got back his senses and said, "Amala Paul! Since you have so nicely invited me, I am definitely going to have lunch, prepared by you."


They went inside. Amala Paul quickly tidied up the house, prepared tea and served it to them.


She then asked Krishan Kumar, "Sir, do you have any special preference for lunch? I shall be very happy to do whatever you like."


Krishan Kumar replied smilingly, "Really Amala Paul! Will you really do whatever I like?"


Looking at Santosh with confusion in her lovely eyes, she replied," Yes, Sir, I shall be happy to serve you whatever you like. I shall quickly have my bath and start preparing lunch."


Krishan Kumar replied," No, my dear! I am not hungry. Please do not take your bath now. I would prefer  fish You take your own time."


Again, looking at her husband with confusion in her eyes, Amala Paul replied, "Yes, Sir, I shall do as you say. My husband will now go to the market to fetch fresh fish, once he fetches, Lunch will be ready in just half an hour. In the meantime, you can relax in our bedroom." She winked her husband to follow her.





Krishan Kumar entered their bedroom and lay on the bed. In the Hall, Amala Paul whispered to her husband," God has given us a chance to save ourselves from the trouble you have invited into the Bank. We will retain your Boss maximum time at our house not only for lunch but for dinner also or we may request him to spend tonight at our house so that it would also give us an opportunity to fall at his feet and plead with him, and request him to exonerate you from all charges. We would be extremely polite and apologetic to him."


"But if he is not convinced and persuaded then! "asked Santosh.


"The last way is to seduce him. Perhaps, you have no idea, he has already set his eyes on me the moment he entered our house, "said Amala Paul.


"My God! Is it a fact, Amala Paul?" exclaimed Santosh.


"Now, you go to the market to fetch fish, but try to get delayed so that in the meantime, I will plead and request him your case if possible, I will try to seduce him. I have to sacrifice this for the security of our family, and there is no other alternative way." She said.


Santosh was shocked and started weeping. He said, "No! No, Amala Paul, we may be in bad financial condition, but we are from a good decent family. You are a decent woman, from a good decent family. I am not a pimp. You are not a prostitute. You are a nice, caring housewife, my wife! You are a very chaste woman, who believes in the sanctity of our marriage. More importantly, you have just given birth to our baby 5 months ago. You are a mother now. The only thing that we have is our self-respect. Please don't ask me to allow such a thing."

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She had listened to each and every word of her husband's conversation, looking at him, and understanding future threats, she ran into the kitchen, weeping. Santosh ran behind her to the kitchen. She came into his arms, and started sobbing uncontrollably. He told her not to worry. He told her that he would gladly go to prison to save her chastity. She kept sobbing. He kept reassuring her that she need not worry. He asked her to take care of their baby, when he would be in prison. He told her that she could get a job as a housemaid, or as a babysitter, to enable her and their child to live at least on basics of life.


She finally wiped her tears and said, "No! my husband! I will not allow you to go to prison. I am your wife! Your welfare is my duty. I will die if you go to prison. It is alright. I will do anything to seduce him for his pleasure so that he can have my body, I will satisfy him. Further while watching porn, you used to tell me that you like to see me with another man in bed."
Santosh was more shocked now, and said, "No! No, Amala Paul, No! That is only a fantasy of me while watching porn, but I am your husband. I love you. You are not a prostitute. I can't allow another man to ravage your body."





She replied, "No! my husband! Under no condition, will I allow you to go to prison. I am your wife, it is alright. Let your fantasy be reality for once only. It is just one night after all, as it is, no one will know if he spends the night with me, on my bed with your knowledge. So, tomorrow morning everything will be OK! Please do what I say, Go! "


Before leaving for Bazar, Santosh handed over a fresh and cleaned lungi to Krishan Kumar, and said, "Sir, take this to change your dress. I will be back as early as possible." He left immediately.


After changing his dress to Lungi, Krishan Kumar sat on the double bed, the little baby of 5 months was sleeping safely near the wall where bed was attached. He looked around the room. The room had a TV . Just near the TV, there were shelves made inside the wall. The above two selves were full of various books, and the lower two selves were full of video DVDs. Just out of curiosity, he flipped through the DVDs. Most of them are old movies. But suddenly, he was shocked, Ohhh my God!


There were a lot of porn CDs but these belong to a particular category. He took out all CDs, and scattered those in bed. He observed carefully, all are cuckold series and contained titles like, 'Fuck my wife in front of me', 'Come inside my wife', 'I am a cuckold','I like to be cuckold' and so many. The covers of the CDs contained fucking scene, close up photos of big cocks and pussies, and husband watching his wife fucked in bed etc. By seeing these covers of CDs, he got an erection, and immediately a hard one.


During this time, Amala Paul entered the room with a plate of salty snacks and a cup of tea, and placed those on a table near the door. She had not noticed what Krishan Kumar was seeing in bed as the bed was slight distant from the table where she placed the tea and snacks.


"Sir, please have your snacks and tea," said Amala Paul in a singing voice.


Krishan Kumar got up from the bed and came nearer to her, and picked up the hot cup of tea. He was sipping the tea by standing very near to her, and he could see the lower two buttons of her blouse were opened, and two big white breasts popped out. He could see the long nipples protruding from the centre of wide brown areolas. The pores contained small white dots of milk and the lower blouse portions were drenched with wet patches of milk.


"Amala Paul, do you have sufficient milk to feed your baby?"


Amala Paul became aware that he was staring her boobs. Immediately she covered her breasts with her pallu, and said, "It is more than sufficient to her rather it is overflowing."


"Then, it is better to drain out by squeezing," he advised her.


Then suddenly she touched his feet, and started weeping. Krishan Kumar could well understand that Santosh had no guts to face him so he was using his wife as a shield for his defence.


Amala Paul was pleading on his behalf, "Sir, you are like our Guardian. If my husband is imprisoned then myself and this infant will come into the street. I will go on begging. Please save us."



Krishan Kumar then glanced towards her. In fact, she was not a full-fledged woman, you may call her a tender innocent girl . He envied Santosh to have such a beautiful wife. He got a hard erection.


He was very angry with her husband. Krishan Kumar told Amala Paul he wanted to punish her husband for his misdeed so that he would not dare to do such type of things in future. Amala Paul started weeping, pleading and begging him to spare her husband as her husband was an innocent fellow, and whatever he had done was only due to coming under the influence of Rakul Madam. He kept on refusing. After some time, he became cool.


He said, "Look Amala Paul, now, the Bank has recovered the money, still I can take official action against him so that he could lose his job, but I will spare him because of you. I don't want a beautiful wife like you should suffer because of him."


"Thank you, Sir, I will be ever grateful to you throughout my life, and I don't know how to repay this kindness," she said.


In the meantime, her baby woke up and started crying.


Krishan Kumar said, "Amala Paul, go to bed, and feed milk to your baby."


Amala Paul went to bed and lifted her baby but she was hesitant.


Krishan Kumar understood her hesitation and said, "Amala Paul, no need of any shyness in front of me, you can openly feed your baby."


Amala Paul was so much obliged and influenced by him for sparing her husband that she was totally hypnotised by his command, opened her blouse, and put her nipple inside the mouth of the infant who started suckling. Krishan Kumar's eyes feasted on her breasts which she was fully aware of.


After some time, the baby slept, and Amala Paul put her on the bed. Then she noticed the porn CDs scattered around the bed. She could see the covers of fucking pictures. She became so shy that she dropped her eyes with shame.


"Do you both watch all these porns every night?" asked Krishan Kumar.


"Yes, Sir," she nodded her head.





"Does your husband like the contents? It is about a wife fucked by others in front of her husband," he asked.


"Yes, Sir," she briefly replied.


"And you?" Krishan Kumar asked in a curious manner.


She remained silent for some moment then nodded her head as yes. By this time, Krishan Kumar's big dick was throbbing inside the lungi.


Then he again asked, "What's the size of your husband?"


She replied, "5 inches."


Krishan Kumar said, "Very small size, do you have any idea about my size?"


She replied, "No, Sir."


Krishan Kumar opened his lungi, and picked out his huge throbbing dick, and said, "Look at my dick, see this, it is 9th inches long, perhaps, you might not have seen such a type of dick in real life except in porn movies."


She raised her head above, and was completely mesmerised by such a big dick. Krishan Kumar just stretched back his foreskin to show her purple big rounded head of the cock. The round purple head contained a big and long black body with two big balls. The pubic area was full of thick grey hairs. When she compared her husband's dick, her husband's length and width was less than half of this huge dick.


"Did you like my dick? Do you want to be fucked by me with your own consent and with the consent and knowledge of your husband?" he asked.


With drooping eyes, she replied, "Yes, Sir."





Then Krishan Kumar said, "You see, I am a decent person, and I will not touch you without permission and consent of your husband. When your husband returns, please discuss with him whether he wants to be cuckold. Then you both can apprise me of your decision."


After some time, Santosh returned with a big fish. Amala Paul explained to her husband everything that happened after his leaving. He was very much obliged to him that he had forgiven him. He was like a God to them as he had rescued them from a difficult phase of their lives. Both wife and husband wanted to pay back his kindness.


Krishan Kumar was sitting in the bed room. Both of them entered.


Santosh said, "Sir, my wife has explained everything to me everything. With my own will and consent, I want to be cuckold. From this moment, she is yours and I will not interfere in this matter."


Krishan Kumar said, "Thank you, Santosh, because of your beautiful wife, I have forgiven you. I promise you that I will not raise any issues of that matter officially. Neither you will be arrested by security officer nor you will be losing your job."


Both the wife and husband thanked Krishan Kumar.


Then Krishan Kumar said, "I am willing to drop my plans of returning back to my flat tonight. I want to stay tonight at your place. Now You both have understood the situation, convinced, so let me spend the night in her bed, and tell her to do all that I ask her, to give me pleasure. Tell her that I want to enjoy her gorgeous body, and if she does what I ask of her, and gives me and my body absolute pleasure, then, I will simply give you a promotion next year. I am too excited by your wife's fantastic body. I want it. My body wants it. Though I am 54 years old, I still have my needs. I simply want your wife. And don't worry, even if I spend the night in your wife's bed, I shall quietly go away in the morning. No one will know, except the three of us. Your self-respect will remain intact, and your fantasy of being a cuckold will be fulfilled in reality."


Santosh was feeling a sexual thrill inside him when he felt that his young, lovely, loving  wife will be fucked by this old Boss of him. But at the same time, he felt pain, anguish, frustration, and jealousy in him as this lecherous 54-year-old man will ravage the young body of his wife throughout the night, in their marital bed.


Krishan Kumar was happy as Santosh could see the lust in his eyes.





Then Krishan Kumar said, "Santosh, tell your wife that she should not take her bath, and she should remain as she is now, in the same saree and under clothes throughout the day until night with her sweaty body. I want her natural body."


"Yes, Sir," replied Santosh and apprised Amala Paul.


Santosh was extremely worried about his wife Amala Paul, who was so small in height. And here was Krishan Kumar. Though he was 54 years old, he was built like a bull! He was tall - almost 6' 4 " with a moustache, broad shoulders, strong hairy and muscular forearms. Santosh shuddered to think how he would be endowed sexually. Santosh was almost sure that he would be huge! His own penis was rather average in size. Just 5 inches, when erect, and that itself, his wife accommodated in her vagina with a bit of difficulty, as she had a rather very narrow and small vaginal opening. Santosh was frightened that this beast Krishan Kumar would tear her vagina apart, with his brute strength.

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Later, as he had asked her not to take a bath, his dishevelled wife served them lunch. They ate silently. Santosh noticed that Krishan Kumar could not remove his eyes off his wife's breasts and midriff. His eyes were glazed with sheer lust. Santosh felt a pang in his heart. Finally, Krishan Kumar finished his lunch and got up to wash his hands. Santosh was shocked to see a tent formed on the front of his lungi. He was having a massive erection, which even his lungi could not hide. Santosh's heart started pumping faster, wondering what his organ would do to his wife.


Krishan Kumar came back, sat in the room and started smoking a cigarette. Amala Paul went to wash vessels. Santosh started getting all vessels from the room to the kitchen washing area, knowing that she will not get any rest at night. Amala Paul once again tucked up a portion of her saree, to her petticoat on the left side, stood at the washing basin on the side of the kitchen platform, and started washing the vessels. She had also tucked in the end of her pallu to the petticoat on her hips. Her fair and smooth midriff was now clearly visible, and once again her left breast in her bra, could be seen through her blouse, which was peeping out from under her pallu. Her lovely, fair and smooth, left leg was visible due to the tucking of her saree. Her Mangal sutra was hanging from her neck over her breasts. She looked so lovely, so innocent and so tender.


Within a few minutes, Santosh turned to see Krishan Kumar, standing at the door of the kitchen watching his lovely wife working. Her back was facing him, and he was staring at her big, round buttocks through her saree and petticoat. Amala Paul was not aware of his presence. She silently kept washing the vessels. Krishan Kumar once again seemed to have an erection, as Santosh could see the tent back on the front of his lungi. Santosh was arranging some other things in the kitchen and pretended that he was not observing the old man staring at his young wife.





After observing Amala Paul for a few minutes, Krishan Kumar slowly walked up to her, and stood close to her back, his erection through his lungi almost touching Amala Paul's buttocks. She turned and saw him so close to her. But, without saying anything, she continued washing the vessels. Krishan Kumar now extended his arms slowly and touched her midriff. Amala Paul, almost jerked up at his touch. She closed her eyes for a moment, opened them again, and without a sound, continued washing the vessels. Krishan Kumar now started caressing his wife's smooth and fair midriff with his palms. He circled her midriffs with his arms on either side of her body, and pressed himself into her. Obviously, she could feel his massive erection, on her buttocks, through her saree. She fell back slightly upon him. Krishan Kumar's massive hairy arms had encircled her small body completely from both sides now, Santosh tried his level best not to stare at this 54-year-old lecher, feeling up his lovely wife.


Slowly, Krishan Kumar took his palms up and cupped both of her round, firm and full breasts. He just kept his palms cupped over them, without fondling them, obviously, he was relishing their feel. Slowly Krishan Kumar brought his arms behind, and started caressing his wife's big, exciting buttocks, she did not stop him. He then started rubbing his erection into her buttocks, through her saree. Then, holding and caressing her midriff with his left hand, he bent and put his right hand under her saree. Krishan Kumar now started to feel his lovely wife's silky smooth legs. The saree and petticoat kept on getting pulled up as his hand moved further and further, up her legs. His hand now reached her lovely, large thighs. Krishan Kumar kept his erection pressed into his wife's buttocks while he was feeling her thighs. Santosh could see his wife's Saree and petticoat all bunched up on Krishan Kumar's arms, as his hand kept travelling yet further upwards, on his wife's thighs.





His hand now reached her white cotton panty. His wife now closed her eyes. He hooked his finger into the side of her panty and started touching her hairy vagina. His wife had a very thick growth of pubic hair all over her vagina. Santosh could see that he started playing with her pubic hair. His wife kept her eyes closed. Krishan Kumar now slid one finger into her vagina and started rubbing it over her clitoris. His wife started squirming. He then inserted his second finger into her vagina and started moving both his fingers in and out of her vagina. His wife began to squirm all the more. Santosh could see that her vagina was getting wet and it was emitting a pungent smell as she had not taken her bath that day.





Krishan Kumar then released her and bent down. He put his face under her petticoat and started smelling her, sweaty, pungent smelling, hairy cunt. He started licking her pubic hair. He started licking the sweat off her vagina. He then thrust his tongue into her hole and started tickling her clitoris with his tongue. While standing, his wife had spread her thighs to give herself balance and also to give Krishan Kumar some more room to sit properly under her petticoat, with his tongue into her vagina. Krishan Kumar now turned her. He started licking all over her sweaty buttocks and the crack between her two buttocks. He slowly inserted his tongue into her rectum.


At that point of time, their baby started crying in the bedroom. Without looking at his wife, encircled by the huge Krishan Kumar, Santosh said that he would pick up the baby.


His wife, Amala Paul, with Krishan Kumar's head thrust between her legs, said to her husband, "It is feeding time for our baby now. She needs my milk. You please go and pick him up from the bed. I shall wash my hands and come to feed him "


Then she said to Krishan Kumar, who was still cupping her breasts, ' Sir, please... please...let me go for 15 - 20 minutes. My baby is crying and I have to feed him my milk. Once, I finish, you can do what you wish again."


Krishan Kumar said, "Santosh, you go and pick up the baby. I shall bring Amala Paul for feeding her, as soon as she washes her hands."


Santosh went into the room and picked up his baby. Within two minutes, Amala Paul came into the room with Krishan Kumar. He was still cupping her breasts from behind. He allowed her to sit on the bed. Santosh gave her the baby. She turned away to feed her. But Krishan Kumar asked her to face them. He said that he would prepare her to feed the baby. He said that he wished to see her feeding her breast milk to the baby. Krishan Kumar himself, went to her, and sat next to her.


Then slowly, he pulled away her pallu, un-hooked her blouse and slid upwards, so as to expose both her breasts. Her large, lovely, firm, round breasts plopped out. Her big black nipples were erect to release her milk. Her areolas were almost standing. Her nipples looked so enticing, Krishan Kumar took one nipple to the baby's mouth and inserted it into it. He started playing with the other nipple, swirling it in his rough, crude large fingers. Then he focussed on his wife's breast. He started playing with them, touching them, squeezing them, pinching them and biting them. Then he put his mouth on his wife's other nipple and started sucking. As his wife used to breast feed their baby, her breasts were full of milk. When Krishan Kumar found milk gushing out from his wife's breast into his mouth, he started sucking, he hungrily fixed his mouth on her nipple and started sucking all her milk into his mouth.



His wife, Amala Paul tried to tell him that their baby needed that milk for the evening. But he was in no mood to listen. He kept sucking hungrily on her nipple, while their baby suckled from her other nipple. His wife Amala Paul looked at her husband helplessly. Santosh was watching Krishan Kumar, sucking her nipple, with some sense of fascination. After he had sucked off all the milk in that breast, he triumphantly looked up at Santosh and giggled satisfactorily.


He went back to the other room, after telling Santosh to get him a bottle of whisky for the evening and also reminding Amala Paul, not to wash her inner parts even after peeing, and went to take a nap.


Santosh asked his tired wife also to try to sleep next to the baby. He told her that she might not get much sleep later that night, due to Krishan Kumar, so she should take a rest now. Santosh told her that he would look after the baby, while she slept. Santosh took the baby, and went out of the house, leaving his wife and Krishan Kumar asleep in different rooms.


Santosh's mind was reeling, as he remembered how Krishan Kumar had fingered his wife, licked her vagina and sucked on his wife's nipples. But curiously, instead of feeling anger, he felt excitement and had an erection. He was surprised and shocked. He went to a park nearby, and sat for the next one to two hours thinking.





It was 6.30 in the evening now. Santosh walked with the baby in his arms to a wine shop, purchased a bottle of whisky for Krishan Kumar, and went back to the house. He peeped into Krishan Kumar's room. He was still asleep. Then he peeped into Amala Paul's room. She was not there. He heard noises in the kitchen. He put the baby into the bed and went to the kitchen. His lovely wife, Amala Paul was busy preparing the evening dinner. He went and took her into his arms. She was smelling of sweat. She had not taken a bath, since the night before.

Finally, Krishan Kumar got up at around 7.00 p.m. He went for an evening stroll for about half an hour, and returned. He then had a bath. Santosh found that strange. He had his bath, but he forbade his wife from having her bath, and she had not taken bath since almost 48 hours from yesterday as she took her last bath in the morning of yesterday.

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After his bath, Krishan Kumar wore only lungi, and came into the room with his bare body above. From the lungi, Santosh could make out his pendulous huge penis. Thankfully it was not erect. His body was huge, it was covered with small short hairs all over. He then poured himself a large glass of whisky. He then asked for the newspaper, and kept drinking the whisky, while reading.
Within the next half an hour, he had almost five large pegs. He finished his paper. He asked Santosh where his wife was. Santosh pointed to the kitchen. He walked over. Santosh could see through the open door that he walked over to his wife, and once again encircled her waist with his huge arms, from behind. He turned her face towards himself, and thrust his tongue through her soft lips into her mouth. Now, his arms came up and cupped her breasts. He started pushing his crotch over her buttocks, through her saree. His palms started playing with and fondling her breasts, while he had pulled his wife's tongue into his mouth and was sucking on it. His arms now came down to her buttocks, and started caressing her buttocks. He would first squeeze them and then push his crotch into them, through her saree. He kept this up for the next two minutes and then once again his arms came up and cupped her breasts. Santosh could see them clearly and curiously, looking at this old man playing with a woman young enough to be his grand-daughter, Santosh once again got an erection. Santosh could not understand, why, instead of feeling rage, he was getting excited sexually.


Krishan Kumar now pulled off his wife's saree completely, and then unhooked her blouse, leaving her in her white bra and her white petticoat. His arms started roaming all over her body. He lifted her arms. Her arm pits had a thick growth of hair, as being a village woman, she never shaved her armpits. More importantly, Santosh had liked her to have hair in her armpits, and over her vagina.



Now, he saw that Krishan Kumar had similar tastes. The moment he saw his wife's arm pit hairs, he gurgled with pleasure and pushed his head to them. He started sniffing and deeply inhaling her armpits. Santosh was sure that they were giving out a pungent smell, as she had not washed. But Krishan Kumar seemed to relish the smell and get excited by it.


He now dragged his wife into the bedroom. He first put his lovely, innocent wife down, sat on the bed and pulled her to sit on his lap. Now he started fondling and caressing his wife's breasts through her blouse, while kissing and sucking her tongue. One of his arms then came down and pulled up his beautiful, young wife's petticoat right up to her lovely, smooth, silky thighs. He started rubbing, patting and squeezing her thighs, as well as fondling her tender breasts.


Slowly he put his beautiful, young wife down on the bed on her back, unhooked her bra and removed it. He then loosened the knot on the strings of her petticoat and pulled it down, leaving her only in her panty. He now started removing his lungi. Santosh noticed that he had grey hairs on his arms, legs, chest etc and he was rather big built, though fat and repulsive. The old Krishan Kumar now laid down beside his young wife. Looking at all this happening to his wife, Santosh was having an erection. Santosh went near them and sat on a chair near the bed, to see this.





He began kissing and licking his wife's face, eyes, neck etc. Then as his passion grew, he started biting her neck hard. Amala Paul started wincing in pain. He then started licking and kissing her armpits. He licked away all the sweat from her armpit hair. Then he focused on her round, exciting and full breasts. He started playing with them, touching them, squeezing them, pinching them and biting them. As his passion grew, he started biting his wife's breasts very hard, leaving red marks all over her tender, young flesh.


Then he put his mouth on her nipples and started sucking her milk. His baby's milk, his Amala Paul's breasts were once again full of milk. As he found milk, again he started sucking, he hungrily fixed his mouth and started sucking all her milk into his mouth. After he had sucked off all the milk in both his wife's breasts, he then took her hands, and put them over his organ. His wife was shocked, as It looked huger than afternoon when she saw it first. He then started his attention on her navel and thighs, sucking, pinching, licking and biting them. He left black bite marks all over her tender, delicate and exciting thighs. He now removed his wife's panty.





Slowly, his mouth moved to his young, innocent Amala Paul's hairy, black and pungent vagina. She had a thick growth of pubic hair. He started licking through his wife's pubic hair and affixed his mouth over her vagina. Amala Paul closed her eyes. Then he started darting his tongue in and out, round and round in his wife's vagina, with lightning thrusts of his tongue once in a while on her bud there. Though his wife felt revolted, his tongue on her vaginal bud sent shivers up her. He then turned her face down on the bed. He then started licking her back, her buttocks, the back of her thighs and her calves. He then laid down beside his wife and pulled her to lie by her side. He laid behind her with both arms around her, one caressing her breast and the other caressing her on her vagina, while he was biting and kissing the back of his wife's neck.





He then asked her, "Amala Paul, how many men have fucked you in your anus up to now?"


Her helpless Amala Paul was shocked to hear such words, she said, "Oh No! No one. "


He kept caressing her breasts and vagina and then said, "So you are a virgin?"


Amala Paul said, "How can I be a virgin? You know that I am a married woman. You also know that I am a mother. "


He said, "No! No! I meant virgin in your anus."


She said, "Yes, Sir."


He then said, "Amala Paul, ask your husband to get up, and get a bottle of oil, which is there on the dressing table, ask him to bring the oil to us here on the bed. "


His helpless wife asked him to do so. Santosh went to the bed with the bottle of the oil. Krishan Kumar gestured to him to sit on the bed.


He then asked Santosh, to pour the oil over his lovely wife's gorgeous and exciting buttocks. She was confused. Santosh could see bite marks all over her buttocks too, but he did as asked. Then Krishan Kumar asked him to slowly use his finger, and carefully pour the oil into his wife's anus. It then struck Santosh on what he was about to do.


His innocent Amala Paul asked him anyway, "Sir, what are you going to do?"





His reply sickened Santosh, "Darling, you said you were a virgin in your anus. Is it not?"


His helpless Amala Paul was shocked, and started pleading with him, "please Sir, have sex in my vagina, not in my anus please. I abhor such things. It repels me. It is sinful. I will give you pleasure through my vagina. Please, I shall get hurt if you do that. Please Sir, you can even put it in my mouth. I shall give you extreme pleasure while sucking."


Santosh also came to her aid, "Sir, Please... My wife has never experienced such a thing. Sir, she is very delicate. She will be hurt badly. Please take your pleasure from my wife's tight vagina, I can vouch that she has a very lovely cunt which will suck you up like a vacuum pipe."


Krishan Kumar said, "Look, unnecessarily, both of you are afraid. Perhaps, you have no idea that a woman derives double pleasure in her ass hole than her vagina. Those women are unfortunate who have not been fucked in their anus. I promise both of you that if Amala Paul feels any unbearable pain then immediately, I will remove my penis from her anus. Now Santosh, make your wife's anus open with your fingers and pour the oil into it, so she won't get hurt. Then give me the oil, I will oil my cock too"





Santosh did as he was told. He then handed over the bottle to Krishan Kumar, who gestured to him to keep sitting next to his wife, in her misery. Now, he pulled on the foreskin of his huge dick. Santosh was amazed and shocked to see his organ. It was massive, like a boulder, it was around 9 inches in length, 3 inches in thickness and was throbbing like a wild cat, it was totally black with a big rounded pink head and covered with lots of grey pubic hair. His balls were baggy and huge, and were dangling like rubber balls beneath his massive penis. They seemed to be full of his semen.


Santosh cried out, "Sir, this is too huge, my small little wife will be split open and torn."

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He just laughed and pushed a pillow beneath his wife's tummy, and positioned his large bulbous penis head over her anus. His beautiful wife, Amala Paul was nervous and looked at him. Santosh reached out and patted her. She reached out, caught her husband's hands, closed her eyes tightly and waited fearfully for the onslaught of the old beast Krishan Kumar's gigantic organ, into her virgin, tight and unused anus. Santosh looked at his wife, and felt her wife as an innocent animal going to be sacrificed before the altar of a temple.


Slowly Krishan Kumar's massive organ started inching into his lovely wife's, anus. Within some seconds, Santosh could see her anus stretched completely. Krishan Kumar kept pushing his organ into her virgin hole. It simply would not go inside due to its massive size. He started applying pressure. It started giving her pain. His beautiful wife started sweating and bearing the pain. She clung to her husband's hands as if her husband was her last saviour in this world.





Now, Krishan Kumar started ferociously pushing his organ with a mighty force into her. Santosh thought that she would be split up. His wife, Amala Paul felt severe pain, and screamed at her highest voice, and started sobbing. Half of his huge cock had already entered inside her anus. He then started thrusting it more forcefully. Finally, Krishan Kumar rammed the balance of his organ into her fully. Now, Amala Paul felt a slight pain, but she was unaware of the fact that she had taken his full cock inside.


Santosh said, "Darling, he has completely put it in now. The pain will subside in a few minutes. Just relax your buttocks and try to adjust to his organ."


Krishan Kumar kept his organ motionless into her, allowing her body and her anus to adjust to its massive size. Santosh kept wiping her sweat and patting her cheeks.


Santosh kept saying, "Amala Paul, now your pain is over. You have not only won over fear, but you have won over his huge dick. Your deep anus has grabbed his big cock as your sphincter muscles have accommodated it. He is in you completely now. The pain will go away. Just relax your body to accommodate him better."


Krishan Kumar was just motionless with his organ embedded in her, while Santosh was comforting her.





At that time there was a sharp knock in their main entrance door from outside. Santosh got up immediately, and carefully bolted the room. Santosh opened the main entrance door, and was surprised to find his next-door neighbour (Wife & Husband) standing there with their concerned faces. Krishan Kumar was lying silently over the back of Amala Paul with his big cock entered completely inside her anus, and they could hear the conversations going on outside.


Santosh smiled at them, and asked them for their coming to his house.


"Mr. Santosh, suddenly, we heard the scream of your wife. Any mishap with her? Can we help you?" asked the husband with his concerned face.


Santosh laughed, and said, "Nothing serious, today she fell on the bathroom and she had a muscular pain in her waist. I was massaging her with oil, and just pressed a little on that painful area, and she felt pain, and screamed."


Then they noticed his oil greased hand, and understood the matter.


Santosh said, "Thank you both for your concern and coming."


They left, and Santosh closed the door securely from inside.


Krishan Kumar said, "My little Amala Paul, any virgin thing receives severe pain at the inception of its opening, but later on It feels free movement there. Take my words, now you will feel heavenly there, and you will always insist on to fuck there."


"Yes, Sir, now, I don't feel any pain there, actually, mentally, I got nervous to see your huge penis" replied Amala Paul.


Santosh opened the door, came inside, and sat beside them.


The pain slowly seemed to start subsiding after 5 minutes. Slowly, Krishan Kumar started moving his organ in and out of his wife's tight, virgin anus now. Santosh could feel that he was getting a great deal of pleasure both physically and psychologically, just as he had fantasized, he had not only had sex with a married woman in front of her husband but also, taken her anal virginity, which was a bonus in his scheme of things.





Now he started moving faster and faster. Now with his passion climbing up to peak levels, he was virtually ramming his organ into his wife's anus. Santosh looked at an old man, slamming his rock hard, huge monstrous organ into his small wife's tiny anus, Santosh was excited too much. Santosh's flaccid cock was rising slowly.


Finally, after ramming and thrusting into her for almost 10 minutes, Krishan Kumar shouted, "Amala Paul, I am going to fill your anus with my hot juices."


He screamed, "Ahhhhhhh." and started biting her at the back when ejaculating his semen into her.


He kept biting and ejaculating for quite some time and then he completely collapsed with his weight over her. Amala Paul was crushed. But though she was overburdened with his massive weight over her, she did not mind, simply because, she was enjoying it as she felt a new and strange sensation throughout her body, which was completely different from the sensation of being penetration of penis in vagina,and her cunt was emitting pre orgasm wet juice. She was relieved that her anal ordeal was at least over for the time being.


Krishan Kumar lay over his wife for almost 5 minutes, before he rolled over. Amala Paul was sweating profusely, and Santosh looked at Krishan Kumar who was smiling. His tired wife was full of sweat; her whole body was heaving with gasps. Her breasts, thighs and neck were covered with bite marks, when Krishan Kumar had bit her during the throes of his passion. His wife looked so tired, yet so tender and delicate, finally, she closed her eyes. After some time, she seemed to have fallen asleep.





But within an hour, after relaxing, Krishan Kumar pulled his sleepy wife to himself. He again started drinking her milk, from her large black nipples. Her big lovely grey eyes widened. Krishan Kumar now stood up and placed his cock into her mouth. His wife's eyes were glazed as she took his huge cock deep into her mouth, her red lips stretched wide as she started to suck him uncontrollably. Krishan Kumar grunted with perverse pleasure as he began to deep fuck her beautiful mouth, drawing a few gagging sounds, she squirmed. Grasping her head with both hands, Krishan Kumar's massive organ was completely down her throat, making a pre-cum building on the cum slit of his penis. Amala Paul gagged as Krishan Kumar jammed his cock into her warm, wet oral cavity, forcing her to suck on him while he massaged her large breasts and black nipples. His cock was monstrous. But his wife seemed to have evolved into an expert cock-sucker and that was simply accentuated by her naturally full-lipped mouth.





Krishan Kumar repeatedly thrust the swollen tube of meat into his wife's wet mouth and took pleasure from Amala Paul's passionate grasp of the thick shaft of his massive penis. Krishan Kumar then extended his one hand and started to play with her swollen clitoris very expertly. He also began to grunt with perverse pleasure as she sucked his huge length into her mouth, the size stretching her lips wide and tight. Santosh watched as his wife struggled with the thickness of his girth, her natural oral talents and skills were on display as she slowly accommodated the width of his iron rod mushroom shaped cock-head.

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Sucking a hard penis had always been a turn-on for any woman, and her mouth full of Krishan Kumar's cock, it wasn't long before her first climax occurred. It started with her slowly rising moans of pleasure, the large slab of penis in her mouth tasting good to her as Krishan Kumar started to play with her inch-long nipples, his buxom wife arching her back to allow Krishan Kumar even more access to her large breasts.





Krishan Kumar winked at Santosh, and twisted her nipples gently, then pinched them. The result was the first scream announcing Amala Paul's orgasm with the old stud in her mouth. Her body jerked over and over until the first wave of orgasm washed over her writhing body. She jerked violently and started emitting her secretions in spasms from her hairy, wet vagina.


When she had finished her orgasm, he pulled up her thighs wide apart, put them each on either side of his shoulders, positioned his thick bulbous cock head over her labia and started slapping her vagina with it. He would rub the head on the opening for some time and then give her vagina three quick slaps. Again, he would rub the head on the opening for some time and then give her vagina three quick slaps. All the while, his hands were squeezing her breasts and sometimes he was sucking her nipples like a baby. This went on for a long time.


His wife, Amala Paul was once again getting excited, finally, she could not bear the pleasure and the anticipation. She started arching her back, and pushing up her vagina involuntarily, in the hope that Krishan Kumar would penetrate her vagina. But Krishan Kumar continued what he was doing.


Out of sheer frustration she finally blurted out," Sir, please!"


Krishan Kumar asked, "What Amala Paul?"


Amala Paul whined, "Now, fuck me sir, I cannot tolerate further more."


Krishan Kumar looked at Santosh and just smiled.


Santosh was speechless. He never heard any slang word from her mouth before.


She gasped with lust, "Please Sir, don't torture me like this... fuckkk me...fuckkkk me like a slut."


"Are you telling the truth? Do you really want to be fucked like a slut?" asked a very pleased Krishan Kumar.





"I want you Sir. It is true...believe me, I feel like a slut of you. Now please come into me." Amala Paul whispered desperately.


"Amala Paul, can you now go to your next neighbour in complete nakedness? Can you announce to them that you are a slut of mine, and being fucked in front of your husband?" asked Krishan Kumar.


"Yes, Sir, if you say so, immediately I will go to them completely naked, and announce in a loud voice that I am a born slut, and I am getting fucked by a 54 years old man in front of my husband," she replied in a desperate tone.


Santosh could not believe that he was hearing his chaste, home-loving, caring, tender and such a conservative wife, actually pleading for an old brutal stranger, to put his massive, gigantic organ into her tight and tender hairy vagina,and for this she was ready for going to public to announce that she was a slut.


Krishan Kumar teased her "Amala Paul, just say once, actually what do you want?"


She said, "Sir, from that moment, I am pleading you to fuck me...fuckkk...fuckkk mee."


Grabbing his wife's inner thighs Krishan Kumar spread her legs wide apart and pressed the tip of his cock in her black, hairy, pungent and wet vagina. Slowly he pressed into her a few inches and then almost all the way out before pressing slightly deeper. This slow pumping continued until he was almost fully inside her. The deeper he went the more his wife moaned.





Krishan Kumar now slammed his pole with full force into his wife's vagina, and impaled his monstrous organ deep into her womb. The man with the horse sized cock, Santosh watched with depraved awe, as his massive knob slowly stretched her tiny cunt slit, and became lodged in the snug mouth of her pussy. Amala Paul crossed her lovely legs behind his back and their bodies melted together. His little wife's firm thighs grasped Krishan Kumar's pistoning hips. Krishan Kumar started to fuck his wife very hard and fast.


At that point of time, once again their baby started to cry.


Santosh suddenly found a way to delay their willing union so he said, "Amala Paul, the baby needs your milk, please stop for a few moments, I am bringing the baby to you."


His breathless wife, who was jerking up and down violently with Krishan Kumar's thrusts, looked up at him and said, "Noo... Not now...later on."





"But I think she is very hungry" Santosh said desperately to them.


"Now, not possible, just take care of her for a few moments." his breathless wife answered while jerking up and down violently with Krishan Kumar's thrusts.
Santosh again pleaded with Krishan Kumar to stop for a while.


Krishan Kumar, still slamming his organ violently into his wife's tender vagina, replied, "No! I will not leave her now until I spill my seed into her womb."


Hearing his desperate request again and again, suddenly, Amala Paul stopped and got back her senses from her seventh haven. With a very unhappy face, she then told Krishan Kumar, "Sir... please withdraw your organ and allow me to get up for some time. I shall just feed the baby my breast milk and then come back to you as soon as possible. It will take only ten to fifteen minutes. If I don't feed then the baby will not go to sleep. We will be disturbed again and again. Please let me go, I promise I am going to be with you for the full night."


"Noooo ...you ask your husband to bring the baby to your nipple, while I still remain inside your vagina. It will be a new experience for me to fuck a mother slowly, when she has her baby on her nipple," said Krishan Kumar.





Saying this, he continued his violent thrusts in and out of her vagina. His small pretty wife, Amala Paul looked helplessly at Santosh from under his massive body. Santosh brought the baby to her nipple, and caught it carefully, while the baby started sucking on her nipple, Krishan Kumar started giving small thrusts into her vagina. When the baby started sucking, Krishan Kumar without stopping his small thrusts, put his mouth to her second nipple, and started sucking her milk into his mouth.

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His wife, Amala Paul, was tired. She had the baby on one of her nipples, and Krishan Kumar on another nipple, Krishan Kumar's massive organ continued giving small thrusts into her hairy vagina, Krishan Kumar almost crushing her body and her body swinging up and down only when Krishan Kumar was giving small thrust. After some time, the baby seemed to have finished. Santosh removed her, took her to bed, put it to sleep and returned back to watch his wife being violently ravished by Krishan Kumar again.





Krishan Kumar now lifted her thighs more upwards and wider, across his shoulders. His wife's knees were almost touching her own shoulders. Her body was curled up, lifting her vagina almost upwards, giving Krishan Kumar a chance to pump her faster. He continued his immensely forceful, massive thrusts. Time after time, she took his rock-hard penis deep in her womb. The man began to fuck his wife, pumping the full length of his monstrous pole in and out of her cunt. He moved his cock back and forward rubbing the lips of her cunt.


She began gasping and as he pushed more and more cock into her. She began screaming, not so much from pain but from excitement. His wife was moaning and gasping in deep passion. It was obvious that she was about to explode into a massive second orgasm any moment, Krishan Kumar saw this and started slamming his thick massive penis into her wet vagina with full force. The room smelled off sex. His wife's stretched vagina was emitting plopping sounds when Krishan Kumar's pole rammed into it.


Now, Santosh had a hard one, and he started masturbating his small cock.



The pleasure seemed too much for his wife. She kept her palms into her mouth to keep from screaming. But it was obvious that she would not be able to control the massive orgasm that was about to tear through her vagina. She closed her eyes tightly, lustily focusing on her impending orgasm. She clenched her lips. She started arching her back all the more and appeared to be meeting Krishan Kumar's violent thrusts into her, with her own upwards thrusts of her vagina.


She started gasping and screaming, "Sir, don't


stop...harder...faster...Ohhhh...Ohhhhh...Oooooooo."


Krishan Kumar slammed more and more forcefully into her. Finally, her orgasm burst through her, and her body started heaving up and down in spasms. She was cumming again for the second time in the night. She kept cumming for almost a minute. Krishan Kumar was also nearing his own orgasm.



He slammed more forcefully into her and shouted at last, "Amala Paul Beti, take...take my seed into your womb and give me a baby... aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh..." saying this, Krishan Kumar shot his seed deep into his wife's womb and filled her vagina with his semen.


Santosh also could not control himself, his cock spurted semen, of course in a very low volume of few drops.


The feel of Krishan Kumar's hot semen in her vagina, seemed to have excited his wife all over again. Santosh was shocked to see his wife having an orgasm once again so soon. She was having multiple orgasms. Krishan Kumar kept ejaculating his semen into his wife's vagina for almost a minute. After spilling his last drop of sperms into her womb, he collapsed on her. Both of them were dead tired, gasping and sweating profusely. They lay motionless for almost 10 minutes.





Santosh then saw his wife, turn her head and look at Krishan Kumar admiringly. She extended her arm and touched his cheeks. Then she leaned over and kissed him deep on his lips, Santosh was shocked. Santosh began to understand that his wife never had more than one orgasm during a night, when he had sex with her. Now Krishan Kumar had given her three orgasms and even a multiple orgasm within the span of two hours. Obviously, she had been sexually awakened, she hugged him lovingly. Krishan Kumar looked at her and took her lovingly into his arms. They entwined their arms over one another and started kissing. After few moments of soft kissing, she certainly remembered about her husband's presence in the room


Then she turned her face towards him, and for the first time in their entire married life, she ordered him in a commanding voice "Listen, can you take the baby to other room, we need some privacy"


Santosh was completely stunned to hear that from her.





"What happened? Why are you staring at me like a fool? Don't you see in this condition, I cannot take care of the baby? Please leave us for taking rest for some time so that we can resume our next fucking session, God knows, how many times again we both will fuck each other, may be whole night" she said in an irritating voice.


As Santosh was leaving the room alone being completely surprised, she continued, "Hey, take the baby along with you. Please close the door from outside."


Santosh came back and took his sleeping baby from the bed. After getting out of the room as he turned to shut the door from the outside, he saw his wife pulling Krishan Kumar's face to her breasts. Hungrily his lips went to her nipples. He again hungrily started sucking her nipples. When Amala Paul saw her humble sucking, she gave him a sweet smile and started running her fingers through his hair adorably.



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End of Season 1

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Sample 

Shruti Haasan looked ravishing in her saree with deep cut blouse, revealing a cleavage for the ones who look properly to catch the glimpse of the beautiful valley. She was getting ready for the dinner party hosted by her husband's friend on their third marriage anniversary. Shruti was a sex goddess and loved to flaunt her 34 breasts. She has been married to Bobby for 3 years. It was an arranged marriage. Shruti just loved sex and liked to being dominated and had numerous sexcapades before marriage. Bobby was well endowed with his 8 inch cock and thoroughly satisfied Shruti. Bobby was a virgin until his wedding day. His innocence and naïve nature was a solid mood maker for Shruti. She liked to tease and talk dirty with innocent Bobby and entice him to hard fucking sessions. Today, she deliberately, wore a deep cut blouse to entice him and planned to make Bobby uncomfortable with hardness in his pant for the entire party and have a marathon fucking, when back home from the party.






"How am I looking, baby?" exclaimed Shruti, purposefully bending towards him and dropping saree pallu further, to display the ample ever enticing cleavage for him.


Bobby was amazed with the view but shocked too. "Honey, is it not too revealing for the party?" Bobby said slowly.


"Oh, a perfect slut material" Shruti replied with a big laugh, "I am joking baby, but surely, your friends would lust for a good long fuck."


Bobby was shocked and opened his mouth to say but was cut by Shruti, "And I will surely provide them, unless, you show me a night full of hard fucking and orgasms" and placed her beautiful lips on Bobby's lips.


She just attacked his mouth. Her tongue was invading his mouth like a hungry child lusting for a cake. Her hand reached his crotch and she was rubbing it furiously. Bobby was solid hard by now and just wanted to fuck her brains out. Shruti was continuing her onslaught with her tongue and hand on Bobby. Bobby raised her hand to fondle her milky boobs for some action but Shruti was too quick to shoo away Bobby and just moved back by keeping Bobby on the edge.


She gave a smirk "Let us leave the baby or we will be late for the party".





Bobby just kept standing with his mouth open and felt betrayed. He was used to such cruel acts of Shruti and knew that he would have a big bulge during the party by remembering the encounter just occurred. But he loved her from bottom of his heart and knew that she too loved him and was fully satisfied with his long duration fuck sessions.


As Bobby and Shruti reached the venue, Shruti adjusted her blouse to provide maximum cleavage before getting down from the car. Bobby was agitated but decided to keep his mouth shut.


"Darling, your friends would just love this slut. If they don't get me to fuck tonight, surely, their wives are going to get fucked like a slut." She was just enjoying both the slutty behavior and making his man awkward and horny.


Bobby was just keeping his mouth silent but it was just beyond his control to keep his dick silent. It was creating a good tent in his trousers and was going to provide a good show to the onlookers.


Shruti just giggled by giving a look to his arousal and said in his ears with her slutty voice, "Darling, your hammer is looking just irresistible. I just wish you to fuck mad in the car itself."





And she got down from the car giggling. Bobby's condition just worsened and he knew that he needed time to cool down before entering the party. Shruti too, knew that it would take time for his hubby to cool down and showed some mercy on him by letting him alone in the car and walked in the party. Bobby was just taking his time to cool down and after ten minutes, his tool, though aroused, allowed him to provide a decent look.


He walked in the party to notice her wife being surrounded by Rajesh, Suhas and his wife Sonarika. He could clearly see the lust in both men's eyes and Sonarika seems to be enjoying the view herself too. Bobby always knew that Sonarika too liked to show her assets and always believed that she is a total slut. Sonarika often gave very seducing looks to Bobby whenever she found him alone but Bobby always immediately avoided any further eye contact with her as he knew that Sonarika and Shruti were very close friends.


Sonarika wore a one piece with a slit up to a very high thigh and upper part provided ample cleavage.. Bobby thought that the earlier torture from Shruti was not enough that Sonarika's ample cleavage was inducing a wood in his pants. He tried to become normal and joined his wife for a conversation.





As Bobby approached his wife, Sonarika said directly looking in the eyes of Bobby, "Whose has bigger, mine or Shruti?"


Bobby was shocked and his mouth was wide open, and Sonarika smirked "I meant car so that we can carry maximum stuff to the farm house for our Saturday party".


Bobby was relieved, but he knew that Sonarika was purposefully inducing Bobby and he tried to look away. Shruti, noticing that Bobby was uncomfortable, continued "Sonarika's is bigger, but engine and design of mine is far superior, it can handle lots of load, without any problem."


And both ladies burst out loudly. Shruti had her third glass of wine and was getting horny like hell. All lustful eyes were soaking her panties. She whispered in Bobby's ears, "Follow me" and excused herself from others to go to the bathroom.


She tried to find the ladies washroom and Bobby followed her innocently, with his cock, troubling him in his pants. As soon as she reached the deserted end of the hall, having the ladies washroom, she instructed Bobby, "Get inside honey, your slut is too horny".


Bobby couldn't believe his ears and immediately questioned her "Are you nuts. I can't come to the ladies washroom. What if any one notice?"


Shruti's eyes were full of lust, she just bent enough to give view of ample cleavage, "Darling, I am fine if you don't wish to join. Any one of your friends would just love to join me and ram their cock into my soaking cunt and make me moan loudly like a cum loving slut."





She knew that Bobby would just follow her and what option the poor chap had. She just loved to tease Bobby and it made her pussies tingle like mad. Bobby followed Shruti in the washroom and was relieved to find no one inside, but was really worried, if someone came inside. Shruti took his hand and drove him in one of the toilets and closed the door.

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Shruti Haasan looked ravishing in her saree with deep cut blouse, revealing a cleavage for the ones who look properly to catch the glimpse of the beautiful valley. She was getting ready for the dinner party hosted by her husband's friend on their third marriage anniversary. Shruti was a sex goddess and loved to flaunt her 34 breasts. She has been married to Bobby for 3 years. It was an arranged marriage. Shruti just loved sex and liked to being dominated and had numerous sexcapades before marriage. Bobby was well endowed with his 8 inch cock and thoroughly satisfied Shruti. Bobby was a virgin until his wedding day. His innocence and naïve nature was a solid mood maker for Shruti. She liked to tease and talk dirty with innocent Bobby and entice him to hard fucking sessions. Today, she deliberately, wore a deep cut blouse to entice him and planned to make Bobby uncomfortable with hardness in his pant for the entire party and have a marathon fucking, when back home from the party.






"How am I looking, baby?" exclaimed Shruti, purposefully bending towards him and dropping saree pallu further, to display the ample ever enticing cleavage for him.


Bobby was amazed with the view but shocked too. "Honey, is it not too revealing for the party?" Bobby said slowly.


"Oh, a perfect slut material" Shruti replied with a big laugh, "I am joking baby, but surely, your friends would lust for a good long fuck."


Bobby was shocked and opened his mouth to say but was cut by Shruti, "And I will surely provide them, unless, you show me a night full of hard fucking and orgasms" and placed her beautiful lips on Bobby's lips.


She just attacked his mouth. Her tongue was invading his mouth like a hungry child lusting for a cake. Her hand reached his crotch and she was rubbing it furiously. Bobby was solid hard by now and just wanted to fuck her brains out. Shruti was continuing her onslaught with her tongue and hand on Bobby. Bobby raised her hand to fondle her milky boobs for some action but Shruti was too quick to shoo away Bobby and just moved back by keeping Bobby on the edge.


She gave a smirk "Let us leave the baby or we will be late for the party".





Bobby just kept standing with his mouth open and felt betrayed. He was used to such cruel acts of Shruti and knew that he would have a big bulge during the party by remembering the encounter just occurred. But he loved her from bottom of his heart and knew that she too loved him and was fully satisfied with his long duration fuck sessions.


As Bobby and Shruti reached the venue, Shruti adjusted her blouse to provide maximum cleavage before getting down from the car. Bobby was agitated but decided to keep his mouth shut.


"Darling, your friends would just love this slut. If they don't get me to fuck tonight, surely, their wives are going to get fucked like a slut." She was just enjoying both the slutty behavior and making his man awkward and horny.


Bobby was just keeping his mouth silent but it was just beyond his control to keep his dick silent. It was creating a good tent in his trousers and was going to provide a good show to the onlookers.


Shruti just giggled by giving a look to his arousal and said in his ears with her slutty voice, "Darling, your hammer is looking just irresistible. I just wish you to fuck mad in the car itself."





And she got down from the car giggling. Bobby's condition just worsened and he knew that he needed time to cool down before entering the party. Shruti too, knew that it would take time for his hubby to cool down and showed some mercy on him by letting him alone in the car and walked in the party. Bobby was just taking his time to cool down and after ten minutes, his tool, though aroused, allowed him to provide a decent look.


He walked in the party to notice her wife being surrounded by Rajesh, Suhas and his wife Sonarika. He could clearly see the lust in both men's eyes and Sonarika seems to be enjoying the view herself too. Bobby always knew that Sonarika too liked to show her assets and always believed that she is a total slut. Sonarika often gave very seducing looks to Bobby whenever she found him alone but Bobby always immediately avoided any further eye contact with her as he knew that Sonarika and Shruti were very close friends.


Sonarika wore a one piece with a slit up to a very high thigh and upper part provided ample cleavage.. Bobby thought that the earlier torture from Shruti was not enough that Sonarika's ample cleavage was inducing a wood in his pants. He tried to become normal and joined his wife for a conversation.





As Bobby approached his wife, Sonarika said directly looking in the eyes of Bobby, "Whose has bigger, mine or Shruti?"


Bobby was shocked and his mouth was wide open, and Sonarika smirked "I meant car so that we can carry maximum stuff to the farm house for our Saturday party".


Bobby was relieved, but he knew that Sonarika was purposefully inducing Bobby and he tried to look away. Shruti, noticing that Bobby was uncomfortable, continued "Sonarika's is bigger, but engine and design of mine is far superior, it can handle lots of load, without any problem."


And both ladies burst out loudly. Shruti had her third glass of wine and was getting horny like hell. All lustful eyes were soaking her panties. She whispered in Bobby's ears, "Follow me" and excused herself from others to go to the bathroom.


She tried to find the ladies washroom and Bobby followed her innocently, with his cock, troubling him in his pants. As soon as she reached the deserted end of the hall, having the ladies washroom, she instructed Bobby, "Get inside honey, your slut is too horny".


Bobby couldn't believe his ears and immediately questioned her "Are you nuts. I can't come to the ladies washroom. What if any one notice?"


Shruti's eyes were full of lust, she just bent enough to give view of ample cleavage, "Darling, I am fine if you don't wish to join. Any one of your friends would just love to join me and ram their cock into my soaking cunt and make me moan loudly like a cum loving slut."





She knew that Bobby would just follow her and what option the poor chap had. She just loved to tease Bobby and it made her pussies tingle like mad. Bobby followed Shruti in the washroom and was relieved to find no one inside, but was really worried, if someone came inside. Shruti took his hand and drove him in one of the toilets and closed the door.

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She attacked Bobby's mouth and her tongue was having a duel with Bobby's tongue. Bobby was, once again, rock hard and his trouser was just not able to hold inside his rock hard cock. "Mmmm... This slut just needs that package to be delivered in her hot soaked pussy. Just ram your fucking hot cock in my cunt."


Shruti was already loosening his belt of the rousers and in no time, his cock was fished out from the trouser. It was burning with pulsing blood of Bobby and now it was beyond his control. Just at the same time the door of the washroom creaked and giggles of the women were being heard. Bobby was afraid of being caught in this awkward position. Shruti asked him to be quiet and whispered, "Darling, I just need to cum. '' My pussy is on fire."


She reached her saree and brought it up revealing the laced panties, which were completely soaked and with one swift, removed it. "Honey, you can't control your moans when my dick pounds your pussy."


Bobby whispered and was not sure whether to just ram his wife's cunt or not and his pulsing cock was at his full attention. Shruti was quick to reach Bobby's pocket and remove his handkerchief and mumbled, "Lover, just tie my mouth with this and shut your mouth and fuck my pussyyy."





Bobby didn't dare to oppose his wife and did what he was told. The giggles outside continued and Shruti made Bobby sit on the toilet seat and just impaled her hot pussy over his cock. " Mmmmmmmm" Shruti's moans were muffled in the handkerchief.


Bobby's cock didn't need any lubrication as Shruti's cunt was fully soaked and her juices started flowing. Bobby was controlling his best to not make any noise and Shruti was bouncing on Bobby's cock. She was continuously moaning and now Bobby was also pushing from down to send shivers in Shruti's pussy.


Shruti recognized that it was difficult for Bobby to control his moans and she swiftly stuffed her soaked lace panties in his mouth. The aroma of his wife's juices and the taste of her cum made him go mad. He started pounding her really hard. The squeaking noise of the door let them know that whoever entered the washroom had left.





Shruti started jumping on the hard cock. She removed the handkerchief and left a big moan "Mmmm... Just fuck me hard baby. I am going to cummmm."


"Your cock is ripping my cunt apart baby... Just fuck me baby. Make me your sluttt... Ohhh... It's getting me nuts..."


Bobby was literally banging his piston to the last possible point of her cunt. His balls were slapping on her flash. "I am going to erupt baby. You just know how to make your slut cum... Ohhhh... You just don't dare to cum honey. I know you can control it. Oh my godd... That's why I am your slut baby... You just take care of my orgasms so good baby..."


Bobby was able to control his ejaculation, till very long time. He was not aware that this quality would make him a heart throb of all the sluts. He just continued ramming it hard. Shruti was now bouncing vigorously on his cock due to hard fucking. Her boobs were about to explode from her blouse. That view in front was making Bobby most horny other than the dirty talk of his wife.


Shruti held Bobby's head in her hands and brought his mouth, already filled with her soaked panties, to cleavage and pressed hard into her boobs. "Your slut is comminggggg... Ohhhhhh... I am commminnggggggggg... I am just your slut babyyyy. Use meee..."





Bobby, continued his onslaught... Shruti's cunt was flowing with her juices and Bobby's cock was fully drenched in her juices. Bobby's cock was just emitting heat and Shruti could sense that hot stick in her pussy. She was fully satisfied and still that hard cock was making her further horny.


"Oh my goddd..baby, aahhhh... Your cock is amazinggg.. aahhh... oohhhh... fucckkk meee... hmmmm... mmmm... Babbbyyyy... Just pound mmeee... oohhhh.. shittt... I amm onn the edge againnn... ooohhhh... Make me your slave... aaahhhh... keep pounding hardddd... oohhh fuckkkk... its comingggg... again... uuufffff... Oh my goddd... I amm goingggg to heavennnnnn... cummminngggggggg...''


She just collapsed on his hard cock and lied motionless. Her juices were flowing continuously. Bobby and Shruti were covered in full sweat. Bobby knew that Shruti was fully satisfied, and he needed a few final thrusts to cum in her soaked pussy.


The door of the washroom opened again and Shruti and Bobby silenced themselves, but their hard breathing and heartbeats could be heard by both of them.


"Shruti, are you there inside?" questioned Sonarika.


Bobby was shocked and now his heart was beating faster.


Shruti smirked to Bobby, and replied, "Yes, bitch. I am in here. Will take 2 minutes."



She stood from Bobby's lap and a pop noise could be heard by both of them. Bobby's cock, glistened with cunt juices, was standing in attention.


"You slut. What are you doing in there?" Sonarika asked, with a laugh.


"Bitch, the world knows how big slut you are. Just coming in 2 minutes" shouted Shruti.


She started making herself presentable. She adjusted her saree and blouse. Her cum was dripping from her pussy.


"Oh, my baby, this poor thing needs a release" she whispered to Bobby by stroking his pole with her hands.


He just nodded as his mouth was still stuffed with her panty. She took her cock in her beautiful mouth and his two third cock settled in her mouth. His moans were muffled in the soaked panty. Her mouth was making magic on the cock and Bobby's cock was boiling to erupt.





"Are you in there slut? Is there someone with you?" Shouted Sonarika.


"Bitch" Shruti whispered, "Sorry honey. This stud cock has to wait. Will you carry my panties with you? Will continue later."


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Bobby was moving his head to say don't stop and begging Shruti to continue. Shruti gave a giggle and made final adjustments to her dressing, blew a kiss to her hubby and left. Bobby was surely going to have blue balls. But, he was still unaware, how he could manage every time to control his urge to cum always. He was being gifted with this unique quality.


"Slut, why are you looking for me?" asked Shruti.


Sonarika was just adjusting her dress in front of the mirror and saw Shruti coming from the toilet. "Oh, you are glowing. It looks like you have been freshly fucked and thoroughly satisfied slut. Your cunt must be soaked."


"Very funny" Shruti was annoyed, but kept her composure.


Sonarika loved to annoy her friend and knew that Shruti gets well satisfied by Bobby as they discuss their bedroom stories quite often.


"Slut, I will be coming to pick up your blouses and saree for the function. Just came to inform you that. I need to leave as my pussy hubby is overdrunk."


"Yea, I forgot that. Whenever you want bitch." Shruti giggled and hugged her.


"Hmm. Bobby must be thoroughly enjoying this boobs." Sonarika said and cupped her boobs in her both hands "may be His efforts made it a size larger, I suppose. Oh, by the way, these boobs have been practice pitch for many players, earlier."





Her laughter was echoed in the entire washroom. Bobby was listening with his hardon and was becoming angry but horny.


"Shut up bitch. Those were practice matches before my marriage. Now, I have a solid player to bat on and take me to boundaries, never reached." Shruti replied with a laugh.


"I am jealous. Just make me Bobby's slut. I will be his lifetime slave." Sonarika mumbled, without knowing that Bobby was listening to her.


"My cunt just get flowing whenever I see him after all the sexcapades you told me that you had with him,"


Shruti, too, was now enjoying the babbles of Sonarika, who was completely ignorant that Bobby was listening. Her pussy was again getting wet, even after getting fucked and having orgasms, just a few minutes back.


"Oh, bitch, will you be his lifetime slut? Can he do anything he wish to you, your body, your cunt, your boobs?" Shruti asked Sonarika. She knew it would make Bobby horniest as she was aware how he lusts for Sonarika's boobs.


Sonarika, unaware about Bobby is nearby, "Damn. Anything he wants. He can fuck me day and night. He can bang this cunt with is cock. I just keep dreaming about him mauling my boobs very roughly and pinch my nipples so hard that it brings tears in my eyes and juices in my cunt."





"You are a horny bitch. If you want to be a slut of my hubby, then you will be bound on your bed and get bangd by him roughly. Can you take it?" She knew that it was making Sonarika horny and Bobby more horny.


"Oh, I will die and go to heaven. I can't imagine how much I will cum." Sonarika's legs were trembling.


Shruti's cunt was also getting wet. "If you become my hubby's slut, I will make him fuck your ass without any lube and make you wither in pain and make you wear like a cheapest whore of the town and take you to the most crowded places in town for a display."


Shruti was enjoying Sonarika's humiliation and was imagining Bobby's face. Sonarika, was feeling humiliated by her friend, but was becoming extremely horny. "Are you wet, slut? I am smelling your juices." Shruti asked by keeping her hand on Sonarika's cunt and pressing it hard.


"Its flowing... Oh, slut, you humiliate me but I just want to fuck your husband, He will forget your slut cunt after fucking my cunt." Sonarika giggled.





She knew Shruti liked her dirty talk. But her cunt wanted Bobby's cock very badly. She swiftly removed her soaked panty from her slit gown and handed it over to Shruti, "Here's the proof bitch. See, how much I am wet for your husband's cock. He can ram his cock all his life in this cunt."


Bobby, couldn't believe his ears and was imagining Sonarika's juices on her panties.


Shruti smirked, "Thanks slut. I forgot mine at home. It could be handy. Bobby would love to inhale yours and mine juices at night later on."


Shruti wore that soaked panty. "You are unbelievable slut."


Sonarika claimed and both giggled. Sonarika left the washroom to take his drunk husband home.


Shruti knocked on the door at Bobby and told him "Honey, I hope you enjoyed it. Shall we leave. No one is outside, You can come out ."


Bobby came out with a big hardon. Shruti giggled. "You both are sluts" Bobby whispered.






"Mind your language, honey." Shruti giggled and both left the washroom quietly before anyone could notice. Bobby couldn't concentrate any more and was dreaming about Sonarika for the rest of the party. Shruti was once again horny and his cunt was becoming insatiable. After an hour, Shruti texted Bobby to leave for the home. Bobby wanted just the same and bang his wife hard and cum in her pussy.


As both left the party in their car, Shruti placed her hand on Bobby's thighs, just below his cock, "Do you want to bang that slut's cunt?"

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Bobby was trying to control himself and was driving too fast to reach home. As soon as Bobby parked his car in their apartment, he forcefully took Shruti's head and mauled her lips with his. She tried to escape but Bobby continued his assault on her and Shruti too gave up and their tongue dueled in each other's mouth. Finally, Bobby let Shruti go. Luckily, no one was around to have the show.


Both were breathing hard, "You surely want to fuck that slut, hmm..." and Shruti came out of the car laughing.





She literally ran to the lift and was able to leave before Bobby could catch her. Bobby took the steps and reached his floor, but Shruti already reached their apartment and went inside giving a big giggle to Bobby.


Bobby followed her and found Shruti on the sofa with her saree pallu down giving ample cleavage view to Bobby. "You like her boobs, right? You just day dream to maul them roughly?" Shruti teased Bobby.


It was beyond the control for Bobby and an animal was raging inside him, actually, inside his cock. "Yes slut. I was to just maul them roughly and make it bright red with my hands" he shouted and pounced on her.


Shruti was shocked to see the aggressiveness of Bobby, but it made her more horny. Bobby tore her blouse and mauled her boobs roughly.


Shruti was surprised but liked his actions and tried to escape from him. "Where are you leaving slut. I am going to make you pay. You will regret the teasing."


Bobby was handling Shruti very roughly and his boobs were being mauled very hard. Her nipples were hard and were being escaped from her bra. Shruti were trying to escape but Bobby was too strong for her. She, gave up the fight and looked into Bobby's eyes "I know you want to bang that slut. Give her the hardest fuck of her life."





Bobby just couldn't believe his eyes. He was now too horny and wanted to fuck her really hard.


"Please let me go Bobby. Or I will tell Shruti." Shruti said and looked in Bobby's eyes again.


Bobby, confused for a second, understood Shruti's games.


But he wanted an upper hand now. He roughly pulled Shruti's saree completely "I am going to make you my slut, Sonarika. You like to flash your cleavage to me in public. Now I will make you understand how the teasing bitches need to be punished."


Shruti, hell horny, tried to come out from his clutches. But Bobby took her in her arms, her boobs getting pressed hardly on his chest and his hard cock rubbing in her thighs, brought her to their bedroom and threw her down on the bed. Shruti was super excited and was surprised with this animalistic behavior.


However, she begged, "Please let me go. You have a beautiful wife. Why you want me."


"Shut up bitch. You should have thought before teasing me."


He quickly became naked and his hard cock was boiling with hot blood. And he pounced on Shruti. She completely crushed under him, trying vaguely to escape. He ripped off her bra and was mauling her boobs roughly with his mouth. He roughly pinched her nipples with his hand and took another nipple in his mouth.





Shruti was completely aroused, but she continued her false cry "Ohh... Please... hmmm... Aahh... oh my goddd... Please let me goo... hmmmmm..."


Bobby undressed Shruti completely except her panties. He knew it was Sonarika's panties. He held Shruti's thighs tightly and placed his mouth on her panty clad cunt. It was totally wet and intoxicating Bobby.


Bobby kissed her cunt above panty and Shruti moaned "ahhhhh... Oh my god... What are you doing... It's so good... please leave me... Fuccckkkkkkk... Ohhhhhhhh..."


He continued eating her cunt with panties on. Bobby was inhaling Sonarika's juices and drinking Shruti's juices. "ohh my god... Ohhhhh... Itsss tooo mucchhhhh... I cantttt take itttttt... Leavveee meee... ooohhhhhhh... I ammm commiinnngggg..."Shruti came very hard... She was panting like she has run miles.





Bobby's cock now needed a place to burst. He quickly removed her wet panty and positioned his cock at her soaked pussy... He pinned her both hands above the head with his one hand and mauled her boobs with other. He pushed his entire cock in one go in her cunt and bottomed in her hot cunt. "Ohhhhh... you bastard... you will tear me apart... Aaahhhhhhhh" Shruti shouted.


"Shut up bitch and take my cock. I know you like it slut." Bobby removed the entire cock, except the tip and pushed again entirely, again reaching her cervix. 'uufffffffff" was only Shruti could manage. Bobby started giving hard and long strokes in already wet pussy. Shruti was moaning continuously.


She was about to get her fourth orgasm of the day. "hhmmmm... Oohhh my goddd..."


"You like it slut, don't you. Your husband doesn't fuck you properly? You cheap whore. Take it slut. You are the cheapest whore who likes to get bangd by men." Bobby continued his onslaught. He was giving her multiple love bites on her neck.





"Oh my god. You are banging me ... hmmm... But it feels so good... ooohhhh... I can't control anymore.. hmmmm... oohhh fuuccckkkkk... Ohhh god forgive meee... I ammm cummmminnnggggg..."


Shruti came hard and was covered in sweat. She was tired with all the orgasms she had in a day. Bobby was also on the verge.

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He barked " What a slut you are.. Coming like a whore. You like to be bangd. You like your cunt getting used like a cheap whore."


She was lying motionless and just taking the onslaught. "hmm. I am your whore."


Bobby kept pumping into her cunt and his strokes became harder and he started trusting with long strokes, "take my seed, you slut. I am going to cum deep in your married pussy. I will reach where your husband has never. Take it. I am cummminnngggg."





Bobby came in her cunt and pumped shot of cum one after the other.


Shruti came again with Bobby "ooiiieeee. I ammm cummmminnnggg... Ooohhhh fuck"


She lied motionless and Bobby too laid above her breathing heavily. He came gallons into her cunt and the mixed juices were flowing down from her pussy.


Bobby was still hard in her pussy. Normally, Bobby took time to recover after cumming, but, today, he was still hard and was imagining fucking Sonarika hard and roughly.





Shruti sensed the same, but was really exhausted. "Bastard, imagining fucking Sonarika make you so horny. You are still so hard in my spent pussy."


With heavy breathing, Bobby pushed it hard in her pussy "Yea honey. I don't know what took over me. But I just want to fuck your brains out."


Shruti looked in his eyes, "My stud husband, it suits you. Take control and make bitches like me pay for it." She giggled.


"On that note", Bobby removed his cock from her pussy, and flipped Shruti roughly on her stomach, "Get on all fours slut. It's time to reach into the last depth of your cunt."


"Oh, no baby. I am too tired and spent. You can take me tomorrow." She genuinely pleaded with Bobby.


But he was roaring horny again. He slapped her ass cheek hard 'smack' "Shut up bitch. Sluts don't have a say. Get ready to take my cock." Bobby took hold of her waist and pulled to make her come on her four.


"Please honey. I cant take any more." Shruti gave a worried look to Bobby. But Bobby made her come on four and inserted two fingers in her wet pussy. Shruti moaned "oooohhhhh.. uuummmmm.."





And he slapped again hard on her naked butt, making her to wiggle and shiver in pain. "oucchhh, that hurts honey."


"No bitch, I know you love it. A cheap whore like you needs hard smacking." He again smacked her hard and positioned his cock at her entrance and slammed it hard into her pussy and bottomed out at one go.


Shruti shouted, "Bastardddd ... ohhhhh mmmyyyy goooddddd..." tears came from her eyes.


"bang your wife instead, you son of a bitchh.. aaahhh..." Shruti, feeling again horny, and now she imagined Bobby fucking Sonarika from behind and her orgasms started to boil, once again.








Bobby smirked and needed no second invitation for this roleplay and wanted to really fuck her hard. He smashed it hardest this time on her already red ass cheeks. It made Shruti really jump with pain and pleasure. Bobby started fucking her really hard from behind and he continued smacking her ass red. "Bitch like you needs to be trained. Take it slut. I know your cunt is loving my cock."


"Oh my god. Hmmm... Please don't hit me. Ooohhh... Fuck me the way you want. Fill my cunt.. oohhh... hmmm... Fuck harderrrr. I am cumminnngggg aaggggaaaiinnnn. Fucccckkkkkkkk" Shruti came again.

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She had never so many orgasms in her life. Bobby was liking this new domination. He was imagining Sonarika and her juicy boobs.


Bobby picked up the Sonarika's panties which were soaked earlier with Shruti's and Sonarika's juices, "Open your dirty mouth Sonarika. You want to be my slut, right. I will make you one."


Shruti was astounded and moaned "oohhhh" and her mouth was wide open. Bobby thrashed the panties in her mouth and hold her both wrists and pulled backwards towards him. Shruti's eyes rolled out with the angle at which Bobby's cock had access in her cunt. "Did you like it slut??"





Shruti nodded no vigorously, but her cunt was tingling with anticipation. Bobby laughed and started pumping his cock from behind. He was slamming it harder and harder. Shruti was trembling vigorously and her moans were choked in her panties clad mouth.


"You know slut, you like to tease men. You should be aware of the consequences. The slut like you needs to be tamed and fucked hard." Bobby was continuing his onslaught on Shruti's poor cunt.


"mmmmmmm... mmmmm..." could only be heard from Shruti's mouth. She was on fire.


Shruti was experiencing new Bobby. She took many cocks in her life before marriage and experienced different men with different sex hunger. But this was something which she never expected from Bobby. She was liking this newer Bobby and getting hornier on imagining Bobby actually fucking other women. She came again at the thought of Bobby fucking different women behind her back.





"It seems you are enjoying it bitch... hahaha... Your husband doesn't reach these depths Sonarika. Or any of your other fuckers. You are my puppy now. I will take you the way I want, wherever I want." Bobby continued fucking Shruti.


His long and hard thrusts were making bed squeal and pushing Shruti juggling her boobs furiously.


Shruti loved Bobby and she knew that he loved her but this was pure lust, and lust towards other women. She knew he was imagining Sonarika getting fucked by his cock and was horny for her.


"hmmm... mmmm." Shruti moaned and nodded as if indicating Bobby to fuck her with all the strength he got and cum inside her pussy once again.


Bobby might have fucked Shruti continuously for at least 30 minutes. His thrusts have become longer and harder. He was on the verge. Shruti had no counts of her orgasms. Her body and mind were in no position to take any further but her lust was making her go and come again and again.


"I am going to cum in your married pussy, slut. You love other men cum in your pussy, isn't so? Take it my bictchhh." Bobby came spurts after spurts in her pussy. Shruti just came one more last time as the sensation of other men's cum in her married pussy make it too much for her.





Bobby let her hands free and Shruti fall on the bed as if she is dead and Bobby, top exhausted, fall on her, breathing heavily. Shruti removed panties from her mouth and laid motionless. They lied like that for several minutes and finally, Bobby was having his sense back. He recalled what he has done to her beautiful wife and his guilt was above par as he was thinking how Shruti would have felt as he was lusting on Sonarika all the time.


Shruti, completely satisfied, actually destroyed, felt completely different. She didn't understand why she was not angry at Bobby. Infact, she liked Bobby taking her so roughly and he was lusting for other women. She actually felt hornier on imagining Bobby having affair and fucking her best friend Sonarika. Not only Sonarika, why not many other women. She smiled, her eyes closed.





Bobby, noticed her smile, and was confused as he felt really guilty and felt ashamed.


He asked Shruti, "hey, what happened? Are you fine honey?"


Shruti opened her eyes, smiling, "Fine? I am fabulous. I loved the animal who fucked and destroyed my poor pussyyy so badly."


She turned around under Bobby and kissed him on her lips.


Bobby, surprised, had a smile on his face, "Are you not angry on me? I mean... I am really sorry honey. It will never happen."


Shruti kept a finger on his mouth and cut him "SSsshhh... It was just... The best fuck of my life. You are my stud. And I don't matter you bang me like that. Just my pussy would not be same after today." She giggled.


Bobby also smiled looking in her eyes. "And I don't think so I will either walk straight for a few days or sit on my bump for a long time. You smacked me really hard." Shruti, mocked false anger on her face.


Bobby, "Oh honey. I am really sorry. I just got out of my mind. I really... I just love you."






Shruti pushed Bobby from her and now laid over her, her boobs crashing on his chest, "My hubby, it was top of the world fuck, that you gave me. Just keep giving me that or else I will make other men do to me. Oh, by the way, you keep away from Sonarika. I just can't imagine how the poor bitch would take your onslaught."


Both had a big laugh. Shruti looked into his eyes, "You really lust for Sonarika, hmm? You know, what, it made me horny like hell. Seriously."

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Bobby didn't knew what to say. He knew that he cannot lie to Shruti and even if he tried, Shruti would surely know that it is a lie. He just remained silent. "Yes, I imagined her fucking while fucking you. I am really sorry for that. But, I love you and no one can take your place. I just cant survive without you."





"Ohhh. My sweet pie. I love you too honey. And don't worry, I will not let you go anywhere. You are mine. Remember, you asked me so many times how many affairs I had before marriage?" She giggled.


Bobby remembered how he felt insecure after marriage when Shruti told her that she had multiple affairs before marriage, and actually had been fucked by other men. Bobby wanted to know who they were and how many were there.


Shruti looked at Bobby and smiled, "Honey, where you lost. I will tell you today. I have been fucked (she intentionally used the word) by 11 men before marriage and you are my 12th man."


She smiled with a horror expression on Bobby's face. He had real anger on his face. But it was an expression of love. Shruti knew it. "What?? So many. You were real slut back then." Bobby said.


"And now I am only your slut. To be used, fucked, bangd and destroyed, only by you." Shruti hugged him tightly. Bobby loved her deeply and he sensed it one more time today. He hugged her even harder.





Bobby fell asleep, having Shruti in her arms over her. Shruti was lost in her thoughts and talked to herself in her mind - "It makes me horny and happy imagining Bobby having other women in the bed. Making them cum with his cock. Oh, how he was a virgin before marriage. He should be a women's guy. Wait a minute. How about he fucks eleven other women and just be my perfect HUSBAND SLUT."


She smiled laying there and looked to his sleeping husband. Bobby smiled in his sleep maybe having a dream. Shruti just loved her husband and she silently said. "Get ready my stud. Race to eleven begins..."







Race to eleven begins...
All credits goes to original writer.

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Part -- 2


Shruti woke up in the morning, having a much soared ass cheeks and pussy. She was thoroughly fucked yesterday, by her husband. Actually, she felt like she was being used by her husband; and it was a new Bobby, she saw yesterday. She had no complaints though and wanted this Bobby always. She wanted a husband who can fuck her as if he owns her. But she knew that Bobby needs to be trained for the same as he has a heart of gold.


Shruti was naked in the bed and looked to her hubby, who was having a sound sleep. Shruti placed her hand on his cock. His cock was already semi hard and reacting to the touch of her wife. She started rubbing his cock and Bobby soon was rock hard. She was holding a hot rod now very tightly. Bobby was awake with a pleasing sensation.


"Honey, my dick needs its home. Ohh. You are beautiful." Bobby said, looking to her naked wife.


"Ohh. Really. Am I beautiful or a slut?" She giggled.





"Are you still angry about yesterday? I just got carried away." Bobby pleaded, thinking that Shruti was still angry for getting fucked so roughly yesterday. Actually getting fucked like a slut.


Shruti gave a big laugh. She started fisting his cock slowly, teasing him further.


"Yes, I am really angry, hubby. You used me like a slut yesterday. I am still sore down there. Don't know what people will say when I walk a bit funny today. And I just fucking loved every bit of it. But I am angry that you were fucking Sonarika in your mind." She made a pity face.


She knew her husband loved her and she fucking loved that his husband was lusting for other women. She wanted now his husband to be a perfect husband.


"Oh, no baby. It was just your dirty talk. I love you." Bobby feared.


He surely loved his wife but now he has a fire in a belly and lust in a heart to fuck Sonarika or any other women. But he doesn't want to lose Shruti.





"I know you my baby. This slut can read you very well. You have a lust for Sonarika and you will fuck her at any chance you get. That bitch will just love your long fucking sessions." Shruti was teasing and making him hornier. Her fist was doing magic on his hard throbbing cock.


"Hmm.. I fucking love it. I mean what you are doing to my cock." Bobby's cock wanted a hot juicy cunt or a sucking mouth badly.


"See, I told you. You want that slut very badly. Your cock is screaming to tear apart that bitch's cunt. Baby, you want to make her your whore, isn't it? A cheap little whore who's all holes are open for you wherever you want, whenever you want." Shruti's fist was moving very fast now.





Shruti had a lust on her face. She wanted Bobby's inner monster to take over him. Her cunt juices were flowing. She wanted him to fuck her roughly and badly again. She had a doubt how much her sore pussy can take it today. Images of Bobby pounding Sonarika roughly were going through her mind and she fucking loved it. She wanted her own husband to fuck Sonarika. Bobby was on the verge. He had a good control over his orgasm, but these dirt talks were too much for him. He wanted to cum badly, no matter what.





Shruti sensed Bobby's predicament. But the bitch she was, she wanted to torment Bobby moore and make her lust towards other women grow. She suddenly released his cock and got up from the bed naked. She giggled looking towards Bobby and moving backwards, away from the bed.


"Ohh. Poor baby. My dear husband wants Sonarika's cunt. His hard cock is dying to get into a cheap whore's cunt." Shruti just wanted to torment her husband more.


She turned and ran towards the bathroom, swaging her naked ass and giving him a cunning smile, making it more difficult for Bobby. Bobby was just stunned at Shruti's torments and her cunning smile.


"Bitch, you are a cunning slut." Bobby shouted. His anger was more lust than love. His monster was awakening.


"Correction hubby. It's MY CUNNING SLUT WIFE" Shruti shouted from the bathroom and started laughing loudly.





Bobby got up from the bed with his hard throbbing cock, fully erect. He knew it would be a hard Sunday for him. It would take his monster a lot of time to deflate if it doesn't get its release. He could hear showers running from the bathroom and knew Shruti will not leave the bathroom now. It was a Sunday and he had no office to go to and Shruti had her Sunday Social Service Group meet for the first half of the day.


Bobby looked at his cock "Get down you idiot. My slut wife likes to torment you and you like torment to me."

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Bobby decided to occupy his mind for other things and get his Sunday exercise routine to begin. He thought it would help him to ease his situation. He started his yoga naked in the room itself. Bobby loved his yoga and meditation as he loved his life. Although, his wife made him insane, while yoga and meditation kept him sane. It was quite a combination. He was about to start his yoga asana, Shruti opened the bathroom door and looked outside. She was naked and was hiding behind a partially opened door. But purposefully her one leg up to high thigh and partial boobs were on display for Bobby.


"By the way, I just remembered that one of my boyfriend use to fuck me in the shower and I use to fucking love it." She started laughing again and made a pity face to her husband.



Bobby's rage was now peeking and he wanted to just screw his wife so that she can't walk straight. He looked at Shruti with a straight face.


"Oh really. So you miss him? Slut, I will get you for this."


Shruti was laughing like a child. Bobby got up swiftly and ran towards the bathroom door to get in. He was very quick. But Shruti was standing holding the door and sensed Bobby's intention. She was horny but she had more pleasure by tormenting Bobby. She was quick to push the door on his face and was able to shut it at the perfect moment by beating Bobby by one tenth of a second. Bobby's face and hand got hit on the closed door. Shruti laughter became louder and louder.


Bobby gave a big cry of pain, "oh. Fuckkk.. It hurtsss." He was jumping in pain holding his finger and shouting frantically. Shruti's laughter stopped and she could hear Bobby's pain. She was now concerned. Her mischief might have caused injury to Bobby. She knew that Bobby was a tough guy and he can take the pain without making noises. She was really afraid now hearing Bobby's screams and imagined that he must be badly injured. She quickly opened the door to check Bobby.


As soon as the door opened, Bobby swiftly held naked Shruti by her waist and pushed him along with her in the shower. Shruti, felt stupid, getting into Bobby's trap. She started laughing and also pleaded to Bobby to let her go.


"You bastard. I should have known. Haha. Haha... Please let me go. I will never tease you again." Shruti started pleading and trying to get free from Bobby's grip.





Bobby held her very firmly. Her boobs were crushing on his chest and her cunt was now rubbing on his hard throbbing cock. More she tried to move, the harder her cunt and boobs got pressed. Her nipples were standing stiff and her cunt was getting wetter.


"Shut up your fucking mouth, you cunt. Or else, I will shut it up with my cock. My cock would love it to do so." Bobby was shouting in lust to his wife.


The water was making it difficult for Shruti to escape further. Both of them were totally drenched. She was now horny like a hell and too wanted a good morning fuck.


"Honey, I am your innocent and faithful wife. Please don't call me a slut." She replied with an innocent face. While her hand was rubbing Bobby's cock.


Her lust and mischief could not be missed by Bobby. He kissed her lips roughly and he held her both of the hands above the head.


"No slut. No more games. I am going to make you pay for this. You will never remember that bastard boyfriend of yours." Bobby's monster was awake.


He placed his cock with his other hand and placed it at the opening of his wife's horny cunt. He pushed it hard and the already flowing cunt provided no resistance. The entire cock bottomed in her cunt at one go itself. Shruti, who had taken Bobby's cock so many times, was shocked with such thrust and her pussy went on fire. Her mouth was wide open and a big scream came out "aaaahhhhhhh.................."


"Fuck, It hurt like hell. You bastard......" Shruti shouted with pain.





Bobby had no mercy for her wife now. He wanted to just fuck her. He let go of both of the hands and mauled her breasts roughly. He then brought his both hands behind her ass and groped it roughly. He was thrusting deep shots in her cunt. Shruti wanted to get out his grip, her cunt had unimaginable pain with the hard thrusts of Bobby, but it was making her juices flowing like never before.


"Son of a bitcchhhh... I am not a whoreee. You bastard. Have mercy. Oohhh.. hmmmmm.... Fuckkkkk..... I wanntttt ittt... Fucckkkk meee..... I am cummminnngggg.........." Shruti screamed.





Shruti came like a horse pipe. Her juices were flowing. She had held Bobby tightly and her nails were getting deeper in his back. Her boobs were crushed on his chest. Bobby had no mercy on Shruti and even before her orgasm was to subside, he took her in her lap, his cock impaled in her flowing cunt. Her both feet were above the ground and that let his cock further impale deep in her pussy and reach her womb. That led her pussy to tingle further and her back to back orgasm erupted.


"fuuuccccckkkkkkkk....... What are you doiinnnggggg tooo meeeee....... Oooohhhhhh. Ohh mmyy gooodd... ooohhh... mmyyy goooddd.... Cummmmiinnnnggg. Agaaiiinnnnn...." Shruti came again.


She was fully satisfied. Her head dropped on Bobby's shoulder and her moans were coming in small grunts. Bobby started fucking her slowly and her ass was being raised and dropped on his penis in a rhythm. She was bouncing like a doll on his cock. Her juices were flowing on his cock.





"Did you miss your boyfriend now? Tell me slut." Bobby's voice was hard as he was not getting exhausted with the long fuck and making her body jump on her cock.


"Hmm" Shruti just nodded. She knew the impact of her nodding. Bobby increased her pace and started pounding her harder.


"Bitch, did he fucked you this hard and make you cum." Bobby continued his pounding.


"Honey, you make me cum like no one baby. Ohhh... hmmm... He lacked this stamina. Ffuucckkkk... harder.......harrdeeerrr." Shruti was moaning.


"You are my slut. Remember that." Bobby had a smile.


"Hmm.. Your slut wife who loves to get fuckeedddd harrdddd....." Shruti was moaning harder. Her cunt was tingling again.


"Yes, who remembers a lowly dicked boyfriend when his stud husbands make her cum with his big cock." Bobby roared pumping harder and harder.

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"Don't be so innocent. I know you understand what I am talking about. He drilled me the whole night, and in fact, now in the morning, too." Shruti said with a horny face.


"Oh. Madam. You are so beautiful. How come Bobby sir will control himself?" Divyanka replied.


Divyanka was now not feeling shy. She was enjoying her madam's sex talk. Shruti knew that she needed to heat up the conversation so as to know more about Divyanka.





"He becomes a monster in the bed, Divyanka. What beautiful? He lusts for the pussy and especially boobs. He mauls me so roughly. Surely, his efforts have up my bra size." Shruti continued to excite Divyanka.


"Madam, its your duty to let your husband fuck you and give him what he wants. And your body also need good fuck" Divyanka was now talking without any fear or shyness.


Shruti wanted the same. She wanted to make Divyanka talk freely and excite her more about Bobby.


"Do you allow your husband to fuck you whole night? He must be fucking you so roughly." Shruti said


"Oh, the drunkard. His train reaches the station before my engine gets even warm." Divyanka said enviously.


Shruti gave a big laugh at the choice of Divyanka's words. Bobby was still in the bathroom, completing his daily chores.


"And look at my husband. His train blasts off my engine multiple times before it reaches its station." Shruti said with a mischief.


Divyanka gave a smile to Shruti and set off to do her job. She was now really jealous of Shruti and the fire in her cunt was roaring. Shruti knew she had hit the right nerve. She just wanted to confirm how deep the water is. 





Divyanka has started sweeping the floor. She went near Divyanka and whispered,


"Then who fires up your engine?"


"Madam, I can't be lucky as you." Divyanka replied.


"Don't be so innocent. I know you have an affair with the watchman. He looks strong build too. He must be blasting the fire down there" Shruti said, pinching Divyanka's buttocks.


"Ouchh. Madam, it's nothing like that." Divyanka said. Shruti knew it was not convincing at all from Divyanka.


"I have seen him staring and smiling at you. I have seen once when you come out of the watchman cabin too. You can't fool me." Shruti teased Divyanka and threw a stone in a thin air.


Divyanka looked a bit nervous and shy. She replied, "I am just friendly to him. His family is back in the village. And visited once to his cabin as he was feeling lonely."



Shruti gave a big laugh and got what she wanted. She pinched Divyanka on her waist this time. That made Divyanka jiggle and laugh. She left Divyanka with her work and went to change the clothes.



Divyanka said slowly "Lucky bitch."


Shruti reached her wardrobe and started getting ready for her meeting later today. Her wicked mind was looking forward for Bobby to start his expedition. Shruti and Bobby both got ready and were having breakfast on the table. Divyanka was in the adjacent room, cleaning the room. Shruti looked ravishing in her deep neckline t shirt and tight jeans.


"Hubby, I will be back by afternoon and will not be there for lunch. You can have Divyanka for lunch." Shruti said with a grin.


Bobby coughed with the juice in his mouth, "What you said?"


"I meant to say that Divyanka will prepare lunch for you. You had any other thoughts? By the way, she would be delicious for lunch" Shruti grinned.





"You are impossible." Bobby replied


"Oh really? Ask your fucking cock. Your cock would be ready to pound in her pussy at the first chance available." Shruti continued teasing.


Bobby ignored Shruti and continued having breakfast. But he was imagining Divyanka getting fucked. He had got the glimpse of her deep valley many times and whenever he used to get caught by Divyanka peeking into her cleavage, she always gave a shy smile.



"Are you daydreaming my hubby? Fucking Divyanka on this table?" Shruti whispered in his ears. She gave a mischievous look to Bobby and shouted "Divyanka, could you please cum for Sir? He wants some juice."


Bobby's face became pale. Divyanka, in the other room, was astonished why Madam wanted her for it. Annoyingly, she replied, "Coming Madam"

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She brought the juice and bent down to pour in the glass for Bobby. Her saree pallu dropped down and gave a good view to Bobby to enjoy. Her luscious cleavage was ever enticing. Shruti was looking at Bobby, who was enjoying the show. She purposefully dropped her spoon down.


"Oh, shabby. Divyanka, could you please pick it up for me? Shruti said smilingly to Divyanka.


Divyanka bent down further to pick up the spoon. Her boobs were almost popping out of her blouse and Bobby's mouth fell open. Divyanka caught Bobby and gave a big smile to him and handed over the spoon back to Shruti. Shruti noticed Divyanka liking Bobby having a glimpse of her lustful body.





"Thanks for cumming, Divyanka for Bobby." Shruti gave a mischievous smile. Divyanka left the room. Shruti looked into Bobby's eyes "How was the view bastard?"


"Come on. I just peeked a look. It's. Nothing" Bobby gave an uncomfortable smile.


"Let me really check." Shruti said and quickly got down under the table and placed her hands on Bobby's cock. It was already semi hard due to the show and Shruti's talk. "Your cock says something else, honey."


She quickly unzipped his pants and removed his throbbing cock out. She stroked it and then took it in the mouth and started sucking the cock. "Hmm. I just love your cock, and more so when it is fucking throbbing to fuck other bitches." Shruti continued sucking his cock.


Bobby was now horny and uncomfortable too. Divyanka was in the other room and Shruti was going full assault on his cock. His mouth gave away a moan. He looked around to check that Divyanka was not around. Luckily, he couldn't see Divyanka anywhere around.


Shruti continued sucking the cock and Bobby had closed his eyes and he couldn't control his soft moans. Meanwhile, Divyanka heard something in another room and just peeped to the dining table and was shocked to see Shruti sucking Bobby's cock under the table. Her cunt was now on fire. She was mesmerized by Bobby's throbbing cock getting sucked in Shruti's mouth. She was now lusting for her sir's cock. She started rubbing her boobs.





Bobby was now on verge. Shruti noticed it and just left the throbbing cock hanging at the last moment. Bobby, couldn't believe it and his frustration was now on peak. He just couldn't shout at Shruti, knowing that Divyanka was in the adjacent room. Shruti got up grinning. Divyanka, too, left the scene without anyone noticing her. She thought "What a bitch she is."


"Loved it honey?" Shruti teased and left him hanging.


She went to collect her belongings so as to leave for her meeting. Bobby continued seated and wanted a release badly. Divyanka's mind was swirling with the show she watched. Shruti went to Divyanka in the adjacent room to check on her and give instructions.


"I am leaving. You please take care of my husband. Feed him properly. Don't keep him hungry for long." Shruti winked at her and left.


Divyanka knew, she was making her more jealous and thought to give a try to fill her cunt with her sir's cock. As soon as Shruti left, Divyanka adjusted her blouse to make her cleavage go more deep. Bobby was waiting for his cock to go down. Divyanka went to the dining room and started sweeping the floor.


Bobby's face went pale. He hurried to buckle up his trousers. But his erect cock was making it difficult for him to put it into his pants. Divyanka understood Sir's dilemma and gave a weary smile to him. Her pallu had fallen while sweeping the floor and her cleavage was on display. She let her pallu down and her boobs were juggling wildly with her sweeping. Bobby's mouth fell open again. And his erection was gaining new heights.


He was openly grazing her boobs and Divyanka was allowing her deeper view. Bobby knew that his erection cannot subside now and so he cannot get up from the chair. At least his erection was hidden under the table.


Divyanka was enjoying his sir's dilemma and asked him "Do you want anything, sir?"





Bobby came to his senses and his eyes came up from her boobs to her face. Divyanka gave a smile, knowing that she had caught Bobby staring at her cleavage. Bobby looked away petrified.


"Nothing." Bobby replied hesitatingly. And he took a newspaper, lying on the paper to read.


Divyanka knew that Bobby was enjoying the show and he was not lusting for her. She continued to give him a good show and Bobby kept taking glances at her juggling boobs with ample cleavage. She reached at the dining table and now Bobby had the best view and could almost see her nipples. Divyanka's cunt was on fire too and her breathing was now becoming hard.


"There is a lot of dirt under the table. Need to clean it." She said looking into Bobby's eyes.





Bobby's eyes were darting from her face to boobs continuously. He knew it was difficult to get up as his erection would be on display and his half stuck cock in his pants would be visible to Divyanka. Further, if he doesn't go away, Divyanka will still get a view under the table.


Not understanding what to do, he just replied "hmm.'


Divyanka smiled and went under the table to sweep and could see the hard cock, half stuck in pant in front of her. She gave a big sigh and took her mouth closer to his cock. Bobby was sensing heavy breathing on his cock and it started throbbing in his pants. Divyanka, whose cunt was on fire, kissed his sir's cock through his trouser. Bobby jolted in his seat and tried to get back.


Divyanka held the chair and looked up to see Bobby looking down at her. She gave a lustful look to him and opened her two buttons of the blouse. Her boobs roared out to the extent possible and Bobby could see erect nipples under the cloth, whatever remaining it was trying to contain it.


"Is this view much better sir? Do you like my jiggling boobs?" Divyanka was now horny like hell and she decided to take her chance.





Bobby just nodded and didn't understand what to do next. Divyanka smiled back and placed her both hands on his cock and tried to free it from the pressure of his trousers. Bobby was sweating and his throbbing cock bounced out of his trouser and slapped on Divyanka's mouth. She gave out a laugh.


"Sir, it's huge and pulsing. Did I make it go so hard?" She asked with a child face and held her in her both hands and looked at Bobby.


It was now beyond the control for Bobby and he closed his eyed nodding "Yes"