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Next morning.


Payel woke up and find breakfast is already waiting at the table.
She became fresh and changed her clothes.
She wore a black saree and a sleeveless blouse. She was looking sexy in that outfit.
Rakhesh offered her the breakfast in the table and gave complement of her office looks.
Payel seemed to be nervous.
Rakhesh understood the fact and started giving her moral supports.
Payel gained some positive supports and became quite confident.
She left the house at sharp 9 o’clock.
Rakhesh was alone in the house. For all day he just thought about her beauty.
He imagined if she could be her wife.
After that a dirty idea came to his mind.
Rakhesh headed towards the room of Payel,
He opened the door.
In the room he found her luggage and trolly.
Rakhesh slowly opened her trolly bag and started searching for her inners.
After searching for two minutes finally he got her inners. Including bra and panty.
Rakhesh saw the size written on the side of the inners.
Bra size is 35
Panty is of 95cm
Rakshesh started smelling them.
The aroma of her inners makes him high.
Rakhesh started rubbing them with all his face. For him the smell is like heaven.
After some time Rakhesh stopped.
Suddenly he realized that he have told lie to them that he is married.
But he need to tell her. Otherwise she may  misunderstand him, on the other hand he is afraid of losing Payel.
In these way the whole day ends off.
At night. Payel returned from her office.
Rakhesh asked her how was the day?
Payel: Its very interesting. I never thought. It will be so great. Everyone is very good and friendly.
Rakhesh: so, u don’t have any problem?
Payel: No. in fact, I am very happy on my luck. Everything so far goes well.
At first I got a beautiful home for staying here as a paying guest,
Then a good helpful friend like you.
and a perfect office.
It’s like a just dream come true for me. Everything is just perfect. I never dreamt about this.
(Rakesh found that Payel is very happy. He did not want to spoil the mood by telling her the truth that he is unmarried and he lied to them.)
Payel: what are you thinking?
Rakhesh: No, Nothing. I liked that you mentioned you got a friend like me.
Payel: Really! It ‘s true! I never expected that I will find a good person like you in this unknown new place. I am also excited to meet your wife also.
Rakehsh (shocked with her statement. Now he felt that he should tell her the truth because he knows that this act will not go for long).
Rakhesh: Payel, I want to confess something!
Payel: yes, tell me!
Rakhesh: The thing is that. I have lied to you people that I am married and my wife is not here.
Payel: what? Are you joking?
Rakhesh: previously I thought your husband Manoj will stay here, but when I came to know that it’s you, I felt afraid of losing customer. I felt that if you people came to know that I am single may be your husband won’t allow you to stay here. That’s why I have told that lie. I am sorry.
Payel: ( Remained silent.)
Rakhesh: if you have any problem here. You can tell me. I will arrange a new home for you.(shame and applologise)
Payel: hmm, I think I need to talk with my husband but if I told this truth. He will surely not allow me to stay here anymore.
Rakehsh: Ok! I will arrange a new home for you in few days.
Payel: But, I loved this place. I don’t want to leave from here. I will not get such rooms on any other place.
Rakesh: I also don’t want you to leave from here. But still I am a alone man and you are married woman.
Payel: Ya, I know but I am not facing any problem here.
Rakhesh: then decide! What you will do? It’s totally your choice!
Payel: I have decided, I will not go from here. And don’t need to tell this thing to anybody.
Rakhesh: what about your husband? If he comes here and don’t find my wife?
Payel: I will manage him that time. Don’t worry.
Rakhesh: are you sure??
Payel: yes.
Rakhesh(with relief): Thank you!!
Payel: Thank you! For what?
Rakesh: Thank you for your decision. Because if you left here. Then I will be again alone and have to wait for another partner for long time.
Payel: It’s Ok! I have taken this decision because I have got great room and understanding friend. I don’t want to leave here.
They both finished their dinner and went for sleep.
 

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For the next few days the same routine continues.

Payel everyday goes to her office in the morning and Rakesh do all the household works and prepare food for her. So, that she don’t have to face any problem.
During dinner they usually used to chat for hours and in these way, they stated developing good friendship between them.
Payel also started liking his company after her hectic schedule.

Almost after a week,
One day,it was heavily raining outside.
Rakhesh was alone in home, during evening he decided to have some drinks.
Suddenly the door bell rang.
Rakhesh opened the door and found Payel was standing outside. Her body is fully wet. She was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and a jeans.
Rakhesh: Omg! You are full wet. Come inside.
Payel quickly came inside the room.
Rakhesh: You come so early today?
Payel: Today I came early because it’s raining heavily outside. I can’t take the risk of coming at night. So I decided to leave office early.
Rakhesh: Okay. You are fully wet! Just change your clothes.
Payel: There is a one problem!
Rakhesh: what?
Payel: My clothes were in my bag for so many days. It need to be washed and as I don’t get time at home due to the office. So, I have given all my clothes to the drier shop. I didn’t think that the rain will hamper all this.
Rakesh: Oh shit! You could tell me once, I could wash your clothes.
Payel: No no, you are already doing lots of things for me.
Rakhesh: Leave it. So, whats now? Your dress is fully wet you can’t stay like this and I don’t have any extra female clothes.
Payel: umm can I have your shirt? Just a single shirt!
Rakhesh: yaa! I have enough shirts! Wait I am bringing.
Rakhesh went inside the room and brouhgt a white shirt.
Rakhesh: Take this.
Payel: Thank you. This is enough.
Payel took the shirt and went to bathroom.
Rakhesh again sat on the sofa and started drinking.
After few minutes Payel came outside the bathroom wearing his white shirt.
Rakhesh can’t move his eyes from her.
Payel was busy in drying her hairs in the middle of the room.
Rakesh moved his eyes from her top to bottom.
Her fair naked smooth thigh is fully exposed in front of him. He could also see her panty from the side of the shirt.
She was looking incredibly hot and sexy.
Rakhesh was enjoying her beauty. He didn’t expect such boldness from her.
Payel seems very normal and comfortable in that dress.
She sat in front of his sofa.
Rakhesh: Umm wait I will bring coffee for you! You will feel better.
Payel: oooo.. you are having red wine and you offering me coffee?
Rakhesh: ohh do you drink?
Payel: off course but occasionally.
Rakhesh: so, what’s the occasion today?
Payel: today I wished to have drink! Specially due to the beautiful company which I am getting with you.
Rakhesh smiled and prepared a drink and offered to her.
Payel took the drink from him.
Rakhesh : cheers!
Payel cheers!
They both put lips on their glasses.
Payel: After a long time I am having drink like this.
Rakhesh: when u had your last drink!
Payel: almost before 6 month ago with my husband.
Rakhesh: are you missing him today?
Payel: No!
Rakhesh: why?
Payel: we all are the rats among the rat race. Everyone have to run it’s own race in its way.
We can’t wait for anyone. We have to move on.
Rakhesh: Do u have any problem? You can tell me?
Payel: No, everything is fine!
Rakhesh: You seem to be very sad!
Payel: No no! it’s just the effect of drink. I think I am making this boring right?.
Rakhesh: No, rather your company made me feels good.
Payel: can we have music?
Rakhesh: sure!
Rakhesh went towards the home theatre and played a soft tone of music.
Payel finished two glasses.
Payel: I wish to dance! Right now.
Rakhesh: (smiled) Dance?
Payel: yes why not?
Rakhesh: okay who stopped you? Go and dance?
Payel: you also have to give me company.
Rakhesh: noooo, I can’t dance.
Payel: No, you have to. please.
Rakshe okay! Okay!
Both Payel and Rakhesh came to the middle of the room. Payel held the hand of Rakesh and started dancing slowly.
Rakhesh understood that Payel was full high.
Rakhesh supported her in dance and during this he touched her waist and thigh many times.
Peyel also enjoyed the dance and company which he got from Rakhesh.
They danced till 9 pm.
Then Rakhesh felt that she was tired.
That’s why he took her to the bedroom and slowly layed her to the bed.
While doing so Rakhesh watched her vaginal impression through her panty from very close.
He also watched her hot navel and smooth fair thigh.
He was very closed to her body.
If he had any choice he will surely eat all of her sexy body parts and lick all her smooth body with his tongue.
But he resisted himself because Payel is married. Anything doing without her consent could be a dangerous move from him.
Rakhesh left the room and closed the door.
 

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Payel woke up and found a glass of lemon water in her table. She understood that it’s kept by Rakhesh.

Then she realized that she was high yesterday that’s why Rakhesh kept that drink.
She completed the full glass and came to the dining room.
She saw Rakhesh was reading newspaper.
She apolozised for the problem, which Rakhesh had to face last night for her.
Rakhesh takes her very politely and thanked her.
Payel: why You are thanking me?
Rakhesh: you have not given me any trouble rather you gave me company in my loneliness that is more than enough for me.
Payel: why don’t you marry someone?
Rakhesh: I have tried but no one is willing to marry me as I don’t have any job and enough money. I just have this, my parent home and as a profession I write script for some small films. From that I earn very few money. So how can I bring someone in life without a proper planning for future.
Payel realized that she was only here for her future and the person in front him has no future.
Payel felt sad for him.
Payel: don’t be sad. Your life can’t go in the same way. Believe me. It will surely take a turn.
Rakhesh: Thank you for your concern.
Payel: and I promised you till I am here. I will not let you feel alone.
Rakhesh: I am really happy to get a friend like you.
After that Rakhesh asked her to become fresh as she was becoming late for her office.
She went to her room.
In the meanwhile Rakhesh prepared the breakfast and served to the table.
Payel completed her breakfast and set for her office.
Rakhesh was alone in the home. He developed a lust for Payel.
He became very desperate to fuck her. But he don’t have any other option rather jerking off thinking about her.
But he realized he can’t concentrate very well. He needed something which can make it more interesting.
After some time an idea flashed through his mind.
How about? if he took some photograph of her private moments and can use later for enjoy.

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Around 9.00 pm Payel returned from the office.
Rakhesh pretended to be normal but inside he had a great fear and tension because he is going to do something wrong. Which he shouldn’t do.
But still he managed himself to be normal.
Payel said that she was very tired and she needs some good sleep.
Rakhesh didn’t stop her.
Around 11.pm she went for sleep.
Rakhesh stayed awake at night and waited in his room for another 1 and half hour.
About 1.00 AM, he moved out from his room and headed towards the room of Payel.
The door of her rooms always remained open.
He slowly entered the room and reached close to her body.
He was very excited. His heartbeat became very fast and his throat dried due to a mixture of an unknown pleasure and fear of getting caught.
He was behaving like a thief in his own house.
She was wearing a night dress. Her half of the cleavage was fully exposed.
Rakhesh slowly sat in front of her and started observing her long deep cleavage and boobs.
Her boobs were slowly moving ups and down due to her respiration.
Her hot curvy body makes his dick erect inside his pant. In mind he wanted to grab, press and suck her boobs hard.
Her boobs were looking inviting and delicious.
After that he took out his phone from his pocket and captured a close snap of her boobs.
He got his perfect desired picture but he wants to click more. So he took another few picture from different angles.
After that he got an idea of taking selfie in a way that he pretends to kiss her.
So he made his position and clicked few more pics in such way that he was kissing in her lips and kissing on her boobs.
Rakhesh examined those photos. He was very excited and happy as his plan became successful.
Then Rakhesh slowly moved out of her room.
After that he got some relief as he got succeeded in his plan.
After reaching in his room,
Rakhesh lied down in his bed and opened the gallery of his phone.
He got all the current pics in his top of the gallery.
His excitement increased again. His dick became full hard and needed to cum.
Rakhesh can’t able to control himself.
He slowly pulled down his pant and started masturbating by watching her picture.
It’s really gave him a great pleasure that night.
 

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Next morning.


It was a Sunday morning.
Rakhesh woke up and find breakfast was ready in his table.
He became surprised.
He saw Payel was doing all the household work that day.
Rakhesh asked why she is doing all this things today?
Payel replied him that today is Sunday.
So, she had holiday that’s why she decided to stay home and take rest.
Rakhesh was happy as she will stay with him all day.
Rakhesh went to the market for the special dishes for lunch.
Payel prepared the lunch for that day.
After a long time Rakhesh got chance to taste food which is cooked by someone else.
Both Rakhesh and Payel enjoyed the Sunday’s lunch.
Then they both talked for few hours.
After that payel said:
Payel: Ohh it’s 3 pm! I need a small nap.Plz don’t mind. Today we can talk whole evening.
Rakhesh: yes, off course go and take some rest. You already worked hard for the preparation of today’s lunch.
Payel: ok!! (yawwwwwn)
Payel went to her room.
Rakehsh was alone in the dinning table so he also went to his room and laid down to the bed but he can’t be able to sleep properly.
He can’t think anything rather than Payel.
He can’t forget about yesterday’s night.
It was deep afternoon so, he thought for a quick masturbation before he sleeps.
He made his phone on and opened the photos of previous night.
Within one or two minutes he felt the hardness of his dick in his pant.
So, He pulled his pant with one hand and started jerking with another hand but he finds it difficult because in this way his two hands were engaged. He can’t be able to hold the phone properly by this means.
So, he became naked so that he can do the job in a better way.
In the meanwhile Payel left her phone to the table.
So after a while Payel realized that her phone was not with her. So she moved out from her room and started moving towards the dinning hall.
While passing the room of Rakhesh her eyes fell into the room.
Her eyes completely glued on whatever thing happening in that room.
She remained silent in shocked.
Rakesh didn’t see her as his full concentration was on his screen of the phone.
Payel observed his large black testicles and his large strong dick. Which he is moving up and down.
With a strong force.
Payel didn’t utter any word due to shyness.
Payel didn’t have any idea how to react in that situation. She remained silent.
Rakhesh was completely naked in the bed.
She never watched dick of any mature man rather than his husband, Manoj. So it created a different kind of feelings for her.
Rakhesh have well developed body with good physique. She saw his nerves which are running from his side of the abdomen. Her side abs and lower abdomen also seems strong and manly.
His dick seems very hard and strong with a shiny glossy pink head.
She felt awkward in that situation.
She silently moved from that place and went back to her room. she forgot everything! Why she have gone there, she also forgot about her mobile which she left in the dinning hall.
 

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For the whole afternoon she could not sleep.

She thought about the whole incident for the whole afternoon and concluded few facts.
1) Masturbation is not a bad thing. Rakhesh is alone. To meet his sexual desire he can masturbate.
2) Rakhesh is not a pervert as he never took any advantage though she is here for many days.
3) Rakhesh also confessed his truth. If he have any other planning than he would not speak the truth.
4) Rakhesh might thought I was sleeping. That’s why he masturbated in his room by watching porn.
5) He never talked in double meaning with me.
6) After all it is his house. He can do anything. Watching porn is not a bad thing in his own room. he have the full right rather I should not gone to his room and watched it silently.
7) In spite of his privacy problem, still he allowed me to stay here.
8) I should be frank with him.
9) He must not face any kind of problem due to me.

In these way, she spent the whole afternoon thinking about this.


At around 6 pm she arrived to the drawing room.
Rakhesh was watching NEWs in the T.V
She sat at the side of the sofa.
After few minutes over. They don’t talk to each other.
Then Rakhesh broke the silence and said wait let me prepare tea and snacks for you.
Payel did not reply.
Rakhesh went to the kitchen and spent 20-30 min for the preparation of the tiffin.
After that Rakhesh again came to the hall and offered her the tiffin.
She silently took the cup of the tea and started drinking it.
Rakesh observed her unusual behavior.
So, he asked her.
Rakhesh: are you okay?
Payel: Hmm. I am fine?
Rakhesh: what happened? You are looking different? Do you feel uneasy?
Payel: No. no, I am fine?
Rakhesh: tell me? What happened?
Payel: I have already told you I am fine. I don’t have any problem.
Rakhesh: okay. Then eat the snacks.
Payel: Hmm,
(Silent for another 10-15 min)
Rakhesh: how was it?
Payel: umm. Nice and tasty.
Rahesh: (smiled)
Payel: can I ask you a question?
Rakhesh: sure? Why not?
Payel: umm.. do you feel any problem due to me? Means did I interfare into your privacy.
Rakhesh: no. what are you talking about? I can’t understand anything? What happened? Why are you asking this question?
Payel: I felt that I might interfare your privacy. U can’t stay free in your own home due to my presence.
Rakhesh: But I never felt that. Rather I felt myself lucky to have your company.
Payel: yaa, that’s ok!
Rakhesh: clearly tell me! What has happened? Why you felt like that?
Payel: umm.. I think I should not tell that.
Rakhesh: Plzz tell me. Did I do anything wrong?
Payel: No No it’s not like that.
I felt that because I think you can’t be able to free in your own house. Like in your own home you can’t do your private jobs properly due to my presence..
Rakhesh: private jobs? (heart beat faster)
Payel: actually today I left my phone in the dining table during lunch, so, during middle of the afternoon I woke up and headed towards the dining hall and… you are in your room and doing…
Rakhesh: (skipped few heart beats) what have you watched?
Payel: (smiling) I don’t need to say. U know better.
Rakhesh: Oh shitt… such a shame.. oh my god. I forgot to close my door. Shame on me. fuck.
Payel: (smiling louder) hahahhahh
Rakhesh: I am really really sorry. Fuck how can I do that mistake. I should have closed the door.
Payel: That’s why I asked whether you have any problem due to my presence.
Rakhesh: No, No it’s not your fault. It’s totally my fault. Please forgive me. It will not repeat this again. I promise.
Payel: it is your house. You can do anything! Why you are telling sorry.
Rakhesh: yes, but you are staying here as a paying guest. You are paying me to stay here. so, it is your house also.
Payel: you are doing too much sacrifice for me. So, sweet of you.
Rakhesh: I am sorry. You can understand. I am lonely. So sometimes.. I mean… I watch…
Payel: Nothing is bad in it. Even I am married still I watch. So. it’s a common thing.
Rakhesh: Thank you. You understand that.
Payel: hmm. By the way? Which porn you were watching that time?
Rakhesh: (afraid) umm.. it’s downloaded from internet.
Payel: Is that good one?
Rakhesh: ahhh.. no.. it’s not that good.
Payel: can you share it with me via your Bluetooth.
Rakhesh: (heart beat again faster) Ahh sorry. I have deleted those. They are not very good.
Payel: oh sad.
Rakhesh: generally I watch porn in T.V. I have few DVDs of porn.
Payel: don’t you feel bored watching same porn again and again?
Rakhesh: hm. But what else I can do? I am alone. I have to manage like that.
Payel: hahahha ya. I can feel the pain.
Rakhesh: Umm.. NO. you can’t.
Payel: (Again laugh) My husband is also alone now, he might also enjoying by watching porn as I am here.
Rakhesh: right.
Payel: Ok! You said u have few DVDs?
Rakhesh: Yes! They are old. I don’t like them anymore. It’s become boring for me.
Payel: yes, quite obvious. But let me watch those. May be you feel better or experience something new.
Rakhesh: What are you talking? You really want to watch porn?
Payel: yes, what’s wrong in it?
Rakhesh: there is nothing wrong but?
Payel: but?
Rakhesh: means.. umm. I never watched porn with someone else.
Payel: don’t be shy? It’s not any big deal! Rather you will feel better as you will going to watch those same porn but in presence of other. I can bet you will find 100 times better.
Rakhesh didn’t expect such words from payel. he became excited with that proposal.

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Rakhesh opened the cupboard and brought out a packet, which contains a set of DVDs.

There were no covers in those DVD cases but still he started to select and identify the desired one.
Payel was oberseving that!
Payel: wow! You are so much familiar with this cassettes that you can able to select the particular DVD without the covers.
Rakhesh: (laugh) Yaa. I know each and every DVD.
Rahul gave the selected DVD to her and said this one is good.
Payel took the DVD from him. On the top of the DVD it was written with marker pen ..


The title: The story of an extramarital wife.
The term extramarital created an unknown sensation and impact on the mind of Payel.
The word is not new for her still an unknown excitement of exploring another side of life just flashed through her mind.
On the other hand she is married she loves her husband. She has lots of planning for future. A golden future is waiting for her.
So there are lots of things rotating in her minds.
In the meanwhile Rakhesh told
Rakhesh: so, can we play this video.
Payel: hmm.
Rakhesh: But we have a little problem?
Payel : what?
Rakhesh: umm.. means we will watch porn. that’s ok. But you are a female you will not face any problem. But look I am a male and our organ can stay like that. It always needs lots of area.
Payel: hahahahahah.. so?
Rakhesh: umm. I have an idea! But I don’t know whether you will agree it or not?
Payel: tell me!
Rakhesh: one thing can be done. If we put a bed cover or blanket over us. then we cannot see each other and it will not be a great problem. We also can do our own jobs because no one simply sit and watch porn.
Payel: hmm. That would be great. It will help to maintain our privacy.
So as per the dealing Rakhesh brings a black silky bed cover from the cupboard.
Then he pulled the down of the sofa. The extension so, that it can act like a bed. And they can sit with their legs spread.
Then Rakhesh asked Payel to sit on that and gave her the bed cover.
Then he went towards the T.V and inserted the disk into the DVD player.
After that he put off all lights of the room.
The room became dark. Only the light emitted from the TV provided few amount of light in the room.
Rakhesh then came back to the sofa and sat properly.
Payel handed over the bedcover to him.
Rakhesh then spread the bedcover to hide their body inside it.
Then he played the video with remote.

(Black screen appears:
First scene:
The Title of the film appeared.
Then a Scene of marriage ceremony was shown.
After that they show that the newly married couple went to a beach for honeymoon.
But the Husband got busy with his meetings.
The wife was all alone in the hotel room.
She felt bored.
That’s why she went outside to the beach for a walk.
Going there she met with a guy. Who praises her beauty and complemented about her sexy body. He wanted to make a good friendship with her. He asked her whether she is married or not? Whether she wanted to have some fun or not? But the wife denied and showed him her engagement ring but the guy replied that
A single cock for the rest of the life?
The girl moved from that place but after reaching home she re-analyzed his words and felt the guy said the truth.
She went to her balcony and watched the guy was still sitting there.
The guy looked at her eyes and understood what she wants.
Then the guy enters to the room and started kissing her all of her body.
She resisted some times that the she can’t do that, she is married but the guy literally forced her to fuck.
In this way the sex scene started.

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The dick of Rakhesh became rock hard and stood erected inside the bed cover.

The impression of his erection was visible from outside.
Payel looked at it and felt uncomfortable little.
Rakhesh said that it’s normal. He don’t have any way to control it and smiled at Payel.
Payel didn’t give any reply.
Rakhesh: don’t you enjoy this?
Payel: Yaa. I am enjoying.
Rakhesh: then why are you are looking so calm?
Payel: means?
Rakhesh: No. it’s such an erotic porn but you seem quite calm. Relax be free. No one is here.
Payel: Yaa I am enjoying it.
Rakhesh: Then it’s ok! But be free at least! you are under bed sheet! No one is watching you
You are free do anything under this sheet.
The video goes on the screen.
(The girl in the video is giving blowjob to the man.
She was struggling to take his thick dick in her mouth. She was gagging,)
After a few moments later, Rakhesh felt that Payel started removing her dress inside the bed cover.
Rakhesh became very excited,
He was having goose bumps over all of his body.
She put off her nighty and kept it on the side of the bed.
Rakhesh looked at her in the dark.
She was in black bra.
Her fair cleavage was exposed and her rest of the body is under the bed cover.
Rakhesh can’t hold it anymore. He started massaging his penis up and down motion.
Payel became shocked by Rakhesh’s behavior.
He was behaving shameless that day.
(The girl in the porn was then getting banged by that guy with full force in the bed.
The girls screamed loud. Ahaa ahha ahhha ahhhaa,,)
This sound also made Payel, horny.
She also put her hand inside the panty.
Rakshesh understood that she was also masturbating.
Rakhesh dragged his body to little closer to Payel. so, that he can feel her body closely.
They became so much close that there thigh touched each other.
A wave of excitement runs over his body.
The environment was full of erotic and seduction.
Rakhesh was afraid of taking any kind of steps.
But he accumulated few bravery and dared to touch her thighs.
Payel: what are you doing?
Rakhesh: I am sorry. I am searching for the remote and by mistake I touched you.
Payel: ohh that ok. Otherwise In this situation a man’s touch is very destructive.
Rakhesh: ohh yeah, and its vice versa also. hahahahahh
Payel: Haaa
Rakhesh in the meanwhile put his hand over her shoulder and ask her if she mind if he kept his hand like that?
Payel: smiled and indicate toward his penis.
Rakhesh saw that the bed cover was half removed from his one side and his penis was exposed in the air.
Rakhesh immediately covered it with shyness.
Payel was still laughing.
Rakhesh was angry with her laugh and to tease her, he removing his whole bed cover from the body and show his erected dick.
Payel felt shy and closed her eyes and ask him to put some clothes onto it. she can’t watch it.
But Rakhesh, remained naked.
Payel, pleaded him for long time and said if he continued like this then she will have to leave that place.
Then, he put the bed cover again to hide his naked body.
They again took their previous positions.
(They concentrated on the video again which was going on in the screen)
(The guy pulled her up and rotate her body to the down so that he can enjoy 69 position.)
Rakhesh started masturbating on that erotic scene.
Payel also became horny and started fingering herself.

They both were masturbating inside the same bed sheet. Watching the same porn.

After few moments later finally Rakhesh cummed inside the bed sheet and took a heavy breath of relief.

Payel felt the smell of the sex juice of Rakhesh.

Payel understood that her role was over so she moved out from the bed. she was in black inners.

Rakhesh observed her full body.

She then bent in fornt him to pull her nighty from the down.

Rakhesh saw her 90% of the boobs from the bra.

After that she put on her nighty back and moved out from the room.

Rakhesh was still in the bed.

He removed the bed cover.

It was all wet inside.

Rakhesh was satisfied but his satisfaction only get fulfilled when he can made Payel wet with his thick cum all over the body.

He remained naked and slept there.

 
Incomplete ….


 

[ddey333]

Collected,
 
Today I am going to post a very sexy story about my sexy mother.
My mother’s name is Samita Ghosh. Her age is 45. At this age she is little bit plump and healthy. She has a very bulky body as most of the Bengali women do have at this age. I can assume her sizes are 40-36-42. As other Bengali ladies she wears saree almost all the time. She goes to sleep even wearing a saree. As she has a fleshy belly she has to tuck her saree below naval. With the pressure of upper and lower belly her naval appears like a straight line and looks very much inviting. When she walks around her big ass oscillates like pendulum. When she goes outside or travels by bus then males of every age stares at her. I can assume that every one wants her in bed.
Whenever I started to read pornographic stories I felt a desire to fuck my own sexy mother. But I have no courage to approach. This is because that, though my mother is looking like a sex queen, she is a very modest woman. She always tries her best to cover her voluptuous figure to be viewed by people. So I fulfill my desires by masturbating thinking about her in my bed. I always assume very dirtily about her. My desires are to fuck her in her each and every hole in body. I thought this will always remain as a dream to me. But for my good luck this happened in real for me some days ago.
Last week my father went to Mumbai with his friend for some work. I knew that he will return after 3 days. So I became very glad that I can see my mother naked from the bathroom holes as I do every time when there is no one in home. But I did not know that my mother also wanted to show her nude body to her own son.
At the first day when baba left for Mumbai, maa was doing her daily works in home. I was around her all the time, as I did not want to miss any chances to see her curves through saree. When she sat on floor to cut vegetables her belly was folded in 2 or 3 curves. She was also sweating. For this reason I can see her white bra through her green blouse. She was wearing a yellow colored cotton saree. She was looking like a sex goddess at that time. Whenever she pressed more to cut the vegetables her belly gets more folded. The view of the belly is big, as in home she used to wear saree very low under her navel. She used to wear her blouse tight upper wards to keep her breasts not hanging. For this they are still look like pointed through blouse. I love to see her blouse covered breasts from the side of her saree. When she went to kitchen to cook she tried to get up from floor, as a result of that the pallu of her saree fell from her shoulder and I can saw the big cuts of her breasts through her blouse. Ohh what a sight that was. For some time I can see her in blouse and half saree covered. What a bosom she has. As she is aged lady she has fleshes around her shoulder, neck. The pressure of those fleshes makes her breasts more sexy and fleshy. Then she covered her blouse covered breasts when she got up from floor. She ordered me to bring the bowl of vegetables with me in kitchen. Now she became more conscious and tucked the pallu in the side of her belly as if it not fell from her shoulder again. Maa then started to cook food for us. I stood there as if to help her in her work. But my intentions were to see every glimpse of her body. When saw her belly again from the side I can not resist more and my 8 inch dick started to grow more. I was wearing a Bermuda then. So my pant also grow in front. I tried to cover it with my hands. Maa suddenly looked at me and my position. Then she got angry and said: “ what r u thinking about? Your organ is growing. Are thinking about some woman?” I said: “ no it was just an accident, I have to go to bathroom and clean it out.” But maa was not convinced and forced me to tell what I am thinking about. At last I have to tell her that it was she, whom I was thinking about. She got very anry and told me to go away from her and not to come in front of her. I was very sorry at theses words and went to my room in a dejected mood.

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After sometime I heard a knock at my doors. I opened the door and saw my mother was there with a glass of juice in her hand. She smiled at me and told me to sit down on bed. She then tried to teach me that this is not a right thing to think about your own mother in a sexual way. There are many other women in world, you can think about them. I know that this is an age when boys think about their own relatives as they are the most close persons they know in their lives. But this is not right. Saying this she was going. But I told her: “ but maa I still love you, I want to get you in bed all the day. I can help myself out thinking about your body. You have a great figure.” Maa laughed and said: “but son I am old now, I can’t fulfill your desires. I have not enough juices in my body left to give you enough pleasure. Better you can find someone younger.” But I told her : “I don’t care, I love to watch aged women like you. I will be glad if I can play with your body.” Hearing this she smiled and said me: “ok I am giving myself to you. But after our act you can not complain to me that I am not an enjoyable lady.” Then I can’t believe what I was hearing. I jumped out in joy. Maa then closed all the doors and windows of my room and then came to me.


At first Maa pull the pallu from the side of her belly where tucked out at the time of cooking. Then she pulled the pallu down from her shoulder to show me her huge breasts covered in green colored blouse. I was so excited that I couldn’t resist my hands from putting on her chest. Maa was smiling and started to remove her saree from her waist. After 3 or 3 rounds she removed her saree completely and threw it out. Then she kept her hands around my neck and pulled my head towards her. I could see that she was opening her lips slowly and started to approach towards my lips. When my mother touched my lips with her I shivered. I have no plan what to do but my mother approached and started sucking my lips. I then started to give her good response and bring out my tongue and put it inside her mouth. We continued this act for at least 15 minutes. Then we split this action and kept some breath. Maa then smiled and told me : “ you are very good in this act. Now show me your tool. I want to take it in my mouth. U can upload your excitement in my mouth. I am eager to drink you.” Hearing this I started to remove my pant fast and brought out my cock. She smilingly kept in one of her hands and then kneeled down to suck me. When she put almost half of my cock in her mouth I saw at her face. She was closing her eyes. Then she started to suck my cock. First she did this very gently by putting in and out slowly. Then suddenly she started to do it fast. I can assume that she is now excited. I also closed my eyes in pleasure. What a situation. I drunk my mother’s milk in my younger age and my mother is drinking my cum in her later age.
After some time with vigor sucking I came in my mother’s mouth like a flood. Maa could not keep it in her mouth then and with a huge force rest of the cum split in her whole face, her neck, her breast cuts. She then licks the tip of my cock to have the taste of every bit of my cum. After that I told my mother to take rest for some time for the big act. Maa told me to lie on bed. I can assume that she want to be fucked in western style.

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Maa then started to unhook her blouse. After few seconds I saw the glimpses of her white colored bra through her semi opened blouse. She then tried to pull her blouse from back. I helped her in that act. Then Maa opened the strap of her bra from back and make it loose from front. I pulled it from front in excitement. Maa then smiled and covered her face in little bit shame as she knew that she was half naked then in front of her own son whom she gave birth. Then I untied the knots of her saya (petty coat) and make it loose. As a result of that it fell on the ground and my dear mother became full naked in front of her own son.
What a scene, my voluptuous mother became naked in front of me. She then came out of her saya and put it aside by her leg. She climbed up on the cot and slept beside me. I started to play with the naked body of my own mother. At first I started to fondle her huge breasts. Each breast is so big that I can not held with one hand. I have to give pressure of both of my hands on those pieces. Her round brown nipples attracted me to suck right then. So I kept one hand on one breast and started to suck another. I almost bite each nipple. Maa cried in pain: “ aaaaaaaaaaa aaaaahhhhhhhhhh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummm ooooooooofffffffgggggghhhhh.” She was screaming loudly then. I was really giving so much pain on her breasts as I can see 2 3 teeth marks of mine on her breasts. After half an hour I left her breasts. Those huge pieces are then red in color by mu sucking and biting. The whole room is then full of the smell of our sweat.
Then I moved towards her belly. When I toughed my finger to her navel her navel gets somewhat back in shiver and excitement. Maa was then shivering in excitement, as she was constantly making sounds. I started to suck her deep navel. First I put my finger in that hole. Then started to put my tongue in her navel. She was screaming in enjoyment : ‘ ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh maaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ggggggggggggoooooo”. I was so excited that I started to fondle her belly. Then I started my journey towards my birth place. My mother has so much hair at her cunt that I cannot even find the hole of cunt. When I discovered that I started to finger in the cunt. Maa was crying in pain: “ aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmm maaaaaaa”. I then started do it vigorously. Then I put my mouth and tongue in act. She then can not hold it out and came first time in my mouth. I drunk the juices of her cunt. Then I wasted no more time and told her to sit on my cock.


Maa took my order and sit on my lap. As a result of that my 8 inch long cock entered in her cunt easily. I can assume that my father fucked her many more times that her cunt hole becomes wider and wider. I then started to give upthrust and give her cunt some good bang. She understood my thrust and responded my act by dancing her heavy waist on me. After 20 minutes I cannot hold myself and made her fell on bed and I got up on her. Then after few strokes I came into her cunt like a flood. She told me “ your juices touched me in my womb. Today I am filled by my own son.”

After the act both of us were so tired as we laid on each other at that position for some time. Then she pulled my dick out and told me to go to bathroom and wash it out. We will make this act again in night. But that was my first time, so I could not let her go. So I hold her as she was getting up from bed. I gathered some excitement again and told her that I want to fuck her in all her holes. She got scared and told me to go away as she did not like to be fucked any where else. But I forcefully kept her on bed by pressing her hands at the sides of her bed. She was then crying as she can assume that I want to fuck her in her ass. I forcefully make her in doggy style and enter my cock in her tight ass. She was screaming loudly in pain : “ aaaaaaaaaaaaaaooooooooommmmmmmm mmaaaaaaaaaaaaggggooooooo cheeeeeeeeeeereeeeeeeee deeeeeeee”. I was not in an intention to let her go away. So I started to give pressure and put my cock full in. maa was then crying in pain. I then gave full strokes to clear my loads in her back. Within 15 minutes I fucked her totally in her ass. She was looking like a doggy mother then. After that act I can see some bit blood on her back. My cock also covered with some bit of shit of her. I then went to to bathroom and cleaned my cock. Then I came back to room and saw that my mother was crying that the last act gave her so much pain in her back that she can not even get up now. She was sitting completely naked. So become so much excited that something dirty came in my mind. I got up on the cot and make my doggy mom lay on bed again and fucked her once more. At last I made my mother drink the most unique water in her life. I pissed on her mouth and made her drink that.

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banghead: banghead: banghead: banghead: banghead:

Please don't post incomplete stories bro..

I am not sure , may be the author thought it was over. But from the readers' point of view it looks incomplete ...

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WATCHING MY WIFE FIND HERSELF
 
aurelius1982



It starts so very randomly and unexpectedly. I am sitting in a cafe during lunch time in a mall not too far from my Los Angeles suburbs house. And I call my wife Archana. She does not answer. I get a text message instead.

- Sorry Ninad, in a very important meeting at office. Will call later. Anything urgent?
I stare at the message for a few seconds. With quivering fingers I type a response.
- nothing urgent. 
And then I get up from the table and walk to a spot behind a pillar where I can be hidden but still have a view of the main lobby of the mall one floor below me. Where I can see Archana looking her phone.
I have just caught my wife in a lie and I am confused about the reason.
I have not planned to be at the mall. The client meeting was supposed to happen in my office several miles. But the client called at the last minute citing some conflicts and requested that I meet him at the mall.
I finish the meeting, the client leaves, and I am about to finish my coffee and walk out when I see my wife walk into the mall. I know her office is just a couple of blocks away. She is probably here to have lunch at the food court. What a coincidence! I am too far to yell out at her and get her attention. Which is why I call her.
I can see her look at the phone, see I am calling, sigh in annoyance, and decline the call. And then she sends that text.
She is not in a meeting at office. She is here in the mall right in front of me! Why has she lied?
I get my answer soon. A young strapping white guy, maybe just out of college, walks up to her. She sees him and beams with glee, a smile she has not flashed me in over a decade. Archana has a thousand watt radiant smile that is her most noticeable feature. Well, the smile and her curvy hot body.
They hug. It is not a polite hug between friends or acquaintances. It is a tight intimate hug. I can see her big tits mashing into his chest and I see him cup her butt over her skirt.
They exchange a few words and then holding hands, walk into a bar on that floor.
Interesting, I think. I have known Archana since kindergarten. We were classmates and neighbors and childhood friends growing up in India. At the age of 16, we officially became a couple. Textbook high college sweethearts. At the age of 24, we got married. And now in our late 30s, we are, I think, happily married with a 12 year old daughter.
Are we happily married though? Why is she walking into this bar in middle of the day in the embrace of a young man obviously a decade or so younger than her? I am curious.
I sprint down the escalator, my first instinct being to confront her. But I suppress that instinct. I need more information before jumping to conclusions, I delude myself. I sidle up to the bar, which has glass walls. I peek in from behind another pillar.
I see them sitting in a small booth. She is laughing, looking gorgeous and happy and excited. The young white guy looks happy too and he has his hand on her thigh. They lean in and kiss.
I feel sick. I run to the restroom and vomit. Then I sit in the stall with my head in my hands for a while. Takes me several minutes of rinsing my mouth and then washing my face with cold water to stop hyperventilating.
I walk out of the restroom and back to the bar. I enter it, intent on confronting Archana and the guy. But the booth is now empty! How long was I in the restroom?
I call her cellphone again. Goes unanswered again. This time, no immediate text. The text comes fifteen minutes later.
- Ninad I told you I am busy in the office. Unless this is urgent, please don't keep calling.
I stare at it. I compose a long angry text telling her how I have seen her and I know she is not in the office. But then I delete it. And reply,
- sorry. butt dial.
Where is she? Where did she go with the fratboy looking dude? They are having an affair, surely. I first seethe with anger.
Then another part of me pipes. Well, what did you expect? When was the last time you had sex with her?
I genuinely have to jog my memory for a while before remembering that it was four months ago on our anniversary. And that too was a drunken quickie.
Maybe if you are also in a stable happy marriage in your late thirties, you will understand it when I say that I still think my wife is very hot, but sex with her just doesn't excite me anymore. Is it because we have been together for over two decades?
I think about our marriage. It is still a happy marriage. We don't really fight. At least not serious fights. We both love each other. We have a good life. We were a happy textbook couple in high college and then college and then grad college and then in Southern California too. We have a brilliant lovely daughter who is the center of our existence. We both have good well-paying careers. We have a great house. We take lots of vacations and have fun with each other.

The sex part is kind of the exception if you look at it objectively. It just is not as hot and heavy as it once was.

It's not that my libido has gone down or anything. I still jack off at least 4 times a day, often in the bathroom stall at my office. It's just that sex with Archana no longer excites me as much as porn and my fantasies.

One of those fantasies is of Archana with other men. I have never told it to her. It's my dirty little secret. I have never thought of acting on it. But it is a recurring fantasy.

And now it turns out that it might actually be happening. No. It is definitely happening! I picture that kiss. I feel at once disgusted and aroused. And I have to run back to the restroom.
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"Dad, are you okay?"

That evening.
It is my turn to pick up our daughter from her friend's place where she has gone after college. Usually, like all pre-teens, she just stays buried in her phone. But today, clearly I seem shaken enough that she actually notices me.
"Yeah, just a long day at work, sweetie."
Which is true. As shaken as I am by what I have discovered, I do have a full load of things at work. I drive back to the office from the mall and dunk myself into work. I try to postpone the inevitable but can't stop thinking about it either.
And that is when the self-doubt and self-loathing sets in. Can you blame her, I again ask myself. Look at Archana! She is still super hot! And charming and funny and charismatic and captivating! I lucked out that she picked me in high college and then stuck with me. But of course other men will pursue her. Other men have always pursued her.
I have never been insecure about that because, not to boast, but I am a catch myself. Approaching 40, I'm still the fit, lean, athletic, with a full head of hair. Young women still flirt with me. I have just never been interested in anyone. Seems like too much work to go through the whole dating and courting and seducing process. Leave me with my thoughts and my porn and I am good with that. And sex with Archana every few months.
But clearly she wants more. And she is getting more. Is she? With that fratboy guy, was it just kissing or much more? Is my wife naked with him and he is naked and putting his dick inside...urggg...stop thinking about this, I tell myself, or you will puke in the car in front of your daughter.
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"Sorry if my text earlier seemed rude, Ninad."
She says while sliding into bed. I have been looking at her with renewed appreciation tonight. She has done this for years and years every night. She closes the bedroom door. Then she takes off whatever top she is wearing. Then she unhooks her bra, always with a happy sigh, because her tits are so big. Ten she puts on a thin cotton t-shirt. Then she strips down to her panties and gets into bed. She looks so much more hot and sexy to me tonight than she did last night.
"No problem, Archu." I smile and kiss her.
Then I kiss her again and slide on top of her.
"Oooh, horny?" she flashes that smile to me.
"Yeah. You in the mood?" I ask.
"Always!" she says.
That's what she says. Always!
The sex that night is magical and electric and amazing, More memorable than anything I can remember in a long time. Archana rides me with an intensity and passion I have not experienced since our early 20s. I then bend her over and pound her doggy style feeling harder than I have been since our early 20s. We cum together, hard. I have been thinking about that young fratboy being inside her all along.
"Phew...wow! That was...wow!" Archana says, her naked tits heaving and her nipples still erect. I lean over for a kiss and then slide down to tongue her clit to two more orgasms. Best sex we have had since forever.
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[ddey333]

It is three weeks later. It has been an interesting three weeks.

Archana is my soulmate, my best friend, the main reason for my happiness. She is still always the amazing woman she was, even after I caught her in a lie and realized she was cheating on me. I know that theoretically, I should be angry. But I can't muster up the anger. I love her. She loves me. Things are otherwise the same as they were before that chance instance in the mall when I saw her with the fratboy.
We have been together since we were 14. I have been thinking about other women throughout that time. Just that I have never acted on any opportunities. For me, it is all about fantasies and porn and masturbation. For her, it might be about flings. Is her actual infidelity really worse than my mental infidelity? I can't answer that. So I don't confront her.
"Sir, are you sure you want me to drop you off here?", the Uber driver asks.
I look up from my phone. He repeats the question.
"Yes, yes, this is good." I say, opening the car door.
"It's just...in the middle of nowhere sir!" he says, genuinely confused.
"I am meeting a friend." I distractedly say, my eyes still on my phone screen.
On the phone is the location of Archana's phone. The morning after THAT night, when she was in the shower, I took her phone and enabled location tracking. I was expecting something of a bombshell on the basis of what I did. But for a couple of weeks, there was nothing out of the ordinary. She went to work, and then came home, only stopping by to pick up our daughter when it was her turn.
I have been paying special attention towards the location during lunch time, because lunch time is when I first saw her kissing the guy. But even in lunch time, she is in her office.She could be hooking up with him in her office. But there is no justifiable way for me to verify it.
Until today. I see on location tracking that she is in a wooded area in a state park half an hour away from where she works. I can't drive my own car, or rather, our car. She would recognize it. Hence the Uber.
I walk into the woods, following the location indicator, which is in the state park. And then right before I hit the treeline, I stop. I can see Archana. She is sitting on a picnic bench eating a taco. Next to her is fratboy also eating a taco. On the other side is a young black guy, also lean and handsome. They are all laughing and talking.
I stay hidden behind the shrubs and watch them. They are eating takeout tacos and talking and laughing. To anyone else watching, it all would look very innocent. A good looking Indian woman in her late 30s having tacos on a bench with two young male colleagues. Nothing to see here. Move on, right?
And then it happens. I can't hear what they are saying from 100 feet away but I can tell that the two guys are saying something intently to my wife. She keeps laughing and shaking her head. And then she throws her arms up.
I watch rooted to my spot as Archana, the love of my life, my soul mate, my best friend, the mother of my child, the center of my existence then moves her head to the left and right and the back to make sure no one is watching. And then starts unbuttoning her blouse.
The two men stop laughing and stare, as do I, when Archana unbuttons each button with a seductive gesture. Her upper chest is exposed, then her sizeable cleavage, then her bra covered boobs, then her stomach that is still flat. My wife is sitting in a public place outdoor exposing herself to two young men. And I am watching. And I am still just watching. Not running up to yell at her or divorce her.
I see her close her eyes and smile happily as fratboy buries his face in her cleavage. Black guy reaches over and caresses her face. Then there is a short discussion between them. Fratboy and Archana wipe their hands and enter the back seat of a car parked next to them. Black guy gets in the front seat, but is facing towards the back.
And I get the first real visual evidence of the fact that my wife is cheating on me. The car is positioned such that I am almost exactly behind it, a 100 feet away. I can see fratboy and Archana's heads in the back window. Then I see Archana's head lowering. And then I don't see her anymore. The black guy in the front is visible, looking at the back and laughing. I don't have to be an Einstein to figure out that Archana is sucking fratboy's dick in the back of the car.
I could run up there and yell at them and everything. If I did not have an erection. I am super hard. And I get even harder when a few minutes later, I notice the silhouette of fratboy getting up, turning around, then turning sideways and then rhythmically moving back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. That is it, I realize. That is my wife bent over in the back of the car in a state park, being fucked by some guy.
She is a cheat, she is a slut, she is a harlot, I immediately console myself. But I cannot look away. My wife, my soulmate, the love of my life for most of my life, is getting banged in front of my eyes. And I cannot look away or stop it.

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Eventually fratboy gets out looking very happy. And then black guy exchanges a high five with him before getting in the back seat. I have not visually seen Archana till then. But now I do. I see her being pulled up and pushed against the back seat. Her big tits hang over the back seat. I can see her radiant shiny smile as she enjoys how he fucks her. I can't watch it but also can't look away.

Even as I watch this real life porn in front of my eyes, I keep thinking of some practical betrayal related questions. Until now I only thought she was having an affair with fratboy. Maybe she is really into him. It is a genuine affair. Affairs happen. I know they have happened to many of my friends. Maybe this is one such affair. But no. Now there is also the other guy. After fratboy fucked Archana, the other guy climbed in and fucked her harder. Way harder.
Is my wife just having an affair with fratboy or is she just a...wait...I can't even think this about my sweet love Archana...
Nope. I will watch this and then jack off and then head home.
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"Hi!" I smile at Archana as she slides into bed that night.
I somehow assume she will be okay with having sex. For over a decade, the equation has always been that she wants ti have sex more than I do. So tonight, I assume she will be happy with it like last time.
"Oh...are you hard, Ninad?" she says in a very cautious tone.
"Yeah." I say and pull her on top of me.
"Ninu...I am just...I am like...I don't...is it okay if I just give you a blowjob?"
I can see her big dark brown eyes looking into mine. I can see her soft lovely cheeks. I can see her thick lustrous hair.
"Of course, honey!" I say,
I lay back as my wife gives me a spectacular blowjob. And I wonder why she did not want to have sex. Had those two young bucks worn her out? Was her pussy so worn out because of them that she refused sex for the first time ever?
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"Are you bored? So sorry if you are bored, Ninu!" Archana says, handing me a tall glass of whiskey.
"No honey, I am fine." I kiss her and say, "Who are those guys over there?"
"Them? They are the security guys." she casually says, waving at them, because they notice us looking.
"They seem nice." I say, also waving. "You like them?"
"What do you mean?" there is an understandable edge in Archana's voice.
I look at my gorgeous wife in her off-shoulder dress and her big tits and round ass and smile.
"I just mean, Archu, that so far I have only met your senior white collar colleagues. I would not mind getting to know those guys too."
I am at the "holiday party" at Archana's office. I have met and talked to everyone she worked with as a vice president in the firm.
"Oh...sure. One sec." she awkwardly says as we walks towards the security guys huddled together having shots in the corner.
They look up as we approach them and smile at us. I smile back.
"Hi, I am Archana's husband Ninad." I say extending my hand.
"Hi, I am Steve. Great to meet you!"
Fratboy is named Steve? Really? Steve? The fratboy banging my wife is called Steve? So stereotypical, I think! I have seen him from the moment we enter the party and have been waiting to be finally introduced to him. But Archana has avoided it, probably feeling guilty.
"Likewise." I say and look at his friend. "And you are?"
"Leon, sir. Great to meet you sir!"
The young black guy I have seen pounding my wife in the back of the car gives me a firm handshake. But he looks nervous. As does Steve. And Archana.
"Great to meet you too!" I say. "So you guys are security here huh?"
"Yes, sir." they both politely reply in unison. They look so innocent and earnest! I remind myself that they are easily a dozen years younger than us. They are kids!
"You take good care of my wife?"
Steve and Leon quickly look at each other and then at Archana for half a second before Steve says,
"Oh absolutely, sir. Always."
"Great meeting you guys." I say and walk away.
I like them. Nice guys.
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[ddey333]

Later that night, Archana and I are in an Uber. We have both had many drinks, maybe which is why I finally initiate the awkward conversation. Archana is in my arms, her head on my chest and her tits pressing against my arms.

"Steve and Leon seem like nice guys." I say.
Archana instantly raises her head and looks into my eyes. She pauses for a couple of second before innocently saying,
"Yes, they are very nice."
And then she starts kissing me, right in the Uber in full view of the driver. Like a distracting tactic I think. Unnecessary, I also think. So I put my hand on her shoulder and say,
"Archu, you know I love you, right?"
She looks into my eyes with her big gorgeous dark eyes and says,
"Yes, Ninu. I love you too!"
"You are the love of my life. The center of my existence. I want you to always be the happiest, no matter what." I say.
She stops and stares at me for several seconds. She looks so gorgeous! Then she gives me a sad smile. Not her usual 64 karat bright smile, but a sad smile.
"I feel the same way, Ninu." she kisses me again.
And then starts unbuckling my belt without any regard to the Uber driver.
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At this point, you might wonder, why did I not confront my wife and yell at her and divorce her, even after knowing that she was cheating on me?
Good question. Here is my thinking. Our life is still great. Our sex life is better than ever. She still loves me and we still have an awesome daughter together. So why rock the boat? Especially when I personally found the idea of Archana sleeping with other guys to be titillating?
So my philosophy is simple. My wife goes and works out at the gym with some male trainer. My wife is taken to work by a male Uber driver. My wife orders lunch cooked by a male cook. So in the same sense, just like her fitness, transport, food needs are satisfied by other men, so are her sexual needs. Why not, right? I don't own her and she does not own me! We are lovers and soulmates and partners and best friends since kindergarten. She is literally my favorite human being in the whole world, no matter her secrets. Because I have secrets of my own. So let her do what she wants to be happy!
 
But then something happens that brings all this into the open.
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"Girls' night out, huh? Okay! When?" I ask.
"Saturday night." Archana says.
"Saturday night is my meteor shower sleepover!" our daughter pipes up without looking away from her phone.
"Okay, great. You will be at the meteor shower sleepover. And Archu will be out with the girls. I guess I will just sleep early!"
Saturday night comes. Our daughter is at the sleepover. Archana is getting ready. to go out. She is wearing a shoulder-less short dress and looking very hot and fuckable. I want to jump her right away. I try to. But she says, "Please Ninu, not now."
OK, not now I think. But then when?
Archana goes to the bar. Thanks to phone tracking, I know which bar. I drive there after our daughter leaves. I know Archana is in there. I enter the bar. I see her. She is with all female friends. Oh wow! So a genuine girls night out, I think. But I still wait in my car in the parking lot.
The night ends. Archana comes out of the bar with the girls. The girls leave, one by one, as their Ubers arrive. Archana is the last one left. She is looking at her phone. I wonder, is she calling an Uber? If she is, I should go home. But no! A car pulls up past me. It is Steve! Not Leon. Just Steve! So she did plan to hook up again. Oh well.
Archana gets into the car with Steve who starts driving. I follow them. The car stops in front of a big mansion. Steve and Archana get out of the car and I see my wife being guided by the hand into the place. At this point, I feel a bit lost. How do I follow them? I park the car in a dark alley and sneak up to the mansion.
The mansion is huge, but also largely open. So I can sneak around and watch things as they progress. I watch and listen as Steve, holding my wife's hand, takes her to the main door and rings the bell. An old white man in his 60s answers the door.
"Hi Uncle Jack, this is the girlfriend I told you about...Archie!"
"Hello, Archie! You are beautiful!"
"Hehehe, thank you!"
My wife is now going by Archie apparently! They enter the house. I circle the house. Uncle Jack is with two other old men and they are all having booze. Archana is introduced to everyone in the house, Then they all move to a big swimming pool in the back. Which is great for me, because it gives me a full view of everything.
So I am standing by the compound wall, hidden, watching my wife, my high college sweetheart, the love of my life going in there with Steve, her fuck buddy, and three old men drooling over her.

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Archana is smiling but also looks nervous as everyone walks outside and sits on patio chairs by a bar near the swimming pool. She looks ravishing in her short off-shoulder tight blue dress that made me want to jump her earlier. Clearly, it has had the same effect on Steve, because he is sitting in a chair right next to her and stroking her bare shoulder and thighs subtly. She seems to shiver at his touches and smile, but keeps talking politely with the old men.

I am standing about 50 feet away and can hear most of the conversation as Jack walks behind the bar and starts mixing a cocktail.
"Wow, you have a 12 year old? I would have thought you were in college!" says the old guy named Rolf who is hispanic, short and portly. He is wearing swimming shorts and a floral shirt. I notice that every time Archana moves her legs, he keeps shifting his head to see if he can see up her dress.
"Hehehe, you're too kind." Archana smiles.
"He is right! You must work out a lot!" says the other old man dressed similarly named Yan who looks Chinese. He is tall and wiry, much like Jack. His eyes are more focused on her cleavage.
Archana just giggles and shakes her head playfully. Steve is sitting there still stroking her skin in full view of these men she has just met. She seems a little bashful but does not stop him.
Uncle Jack comes back with a bunch of glasses filled with a dark brown liquid and hands them around. Archana takes a couple of big gulps from hers nervously. I have seen how far she has evolved or devolved (based on your perspective), but she still seems to have enough self-doubt to feel nervous here clearly.
They all start talking as if this is just a normal social visit. The conversation is quite boilerplate, each of them sharing their backgrounds, their pasts, their presents etc. Turns out Jack is a big Hollywood producer and the other two men are his colleagues. There are frequent effusive bits with how "Archie looks so hot, she can be in one of our movies", which my wife shyly laughs away. She answers mundane questions about our life in India, how we like Los Angeles, and so on.
Throughout this whole thing, Steve is making minimal contributions to the conversation. He is more into stroking Archana all over and occasionally kissing her shoulder or her neck in front of the old men. The old men keep exchanging sly glances whenever he does that. They are probably wondering, as am I, what is the end game here.
I can see Archana getting more and more drunk and getting more and more affected by Steve's touch. Finally at one point mid-conversation, she suddenly says,
"Can I use your bathroom please?"
"I'll show you." Steve says. He and Jack exchange a conspiratorial smile.
He pulls her up and holds her. Archana is a little wobbly on her feet with all the drinks at the bar and now the cocktail here. But she maintains her balance as Steve walks her into the house through large french windows. The old men watch her curvy ass wobble under her short dress as she walks away.
The old men look at each other and laugh. And then lean forward and start talking in a low voice. I can only catch a few snippets.
"Lucky Steve!"
"...extra spicy tandoori tits..."
"...not really my nephew! Poker buddy who owed me a few grand..."
"...that ass...oof!"
And so on. Minutes tick by. I am wondering where she is. Soon so do the men because they start looking at the house and discussing it.
"...banging her you think?"
"Wouldn't you?"
And so on.
It is a good twenty minutes by now and I am tempted to walk around the house and see if I can spot her with her lover through some other windows. That's when the French windows open. My eyes and the three old men's eyes move there and see Steve walk out, shirtless and sweaty. He waits at the threshold looking inside and back at the old men and smiling.
Then Archana walks out, adjusting her tight little blue dress, making sure it is pulled up enough to cover her boobs and down enough to cover her butt. It has damp patches on it now. I wonder if they are from sweat or cum or both. I notice that she has her high heels in her hand, possibly because she is too drunk to keep walking in them.
I watch, fascinated and also slightly annoyed, as my wife, clearly just-fucked by a young man over a decade younger than her, now walks and joins the three men almost twice her age with a bashful smile.
"Did you have a good time inside, Archie?" Jack asks.
She blushes and looks away, as if she were some coy bride being asked about her wedding night. She is still there and smiling, so clearly, she does not care that the men know she has just been fucked inside by the young buck. But her not caring is not brazen and shameless and in-your-face. It is still coy and self-effacing, which makes it seem even sexier. She still looks hot but not like a slut, which she is. Instead she still has that vulnerable milf-next-door quality in her body language.
"Would you like another drink?" Jack asks.
"Shulll..." Archana says, then blinks and says, "Sure."
"Come, help me make it." Jack gets up from the chair and holds his hand out.
Archana looks at his hand and then looks at Steve who nods and cockily says,
"I'll get in the pool and take a few laps to wash this sweat off."
There is laughter all around. He strips his trousers off and dives into the pool in his underwear.
Old man Jack takes Archana by the hand and leads her behind the bar. Which annoys me, because it is even farther away from where I am standing and I can't hear anything said there. And it blocks a lot of what I can see too. I am wondering if that is why Jack chose to take her there. For some privacy from the others

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Speaking of the others, the two old men still sitting on the chair are talking in low voices with each other and looking at the bar, as am I. Their expressions are semi-serious, as if they are strategizing. They then get up and walk to the bar too, taking seats on the bar stools.

Jack really is mixing a cocktail. Archana is with him, looking at Steve every few seconds, while she nods and follows his instructions, handing Jack this bottle and that. It seems like a pretty strong cocktail, because I see Jack pour a lot of whiskey, tequila, and rum into a blender, with some oranges. As Archana unsteadily walks around the bar fetching the bottles, I wonder if she has perhaps had too much to drink because she is swaying even more with each step. I guess Jack has noticed it too because he stops the blender, walks her around the bar on a stool between his two friends, and then goes back to finish making the drink.
Archana has a glazed look on her face and is leaning against the bar with her elbows on it. That makes her big tits strain even more against her dress. Rolf and Yan are on her either side. Finally Rolf can't take it. I see his grubby hairy hand reach up and feel her tits. That makes her sit up. She stares at him and shoves his hand away. Then she gets up and unsteadily walks to the patio chairs. He looks chastised.
Just as I am thinking, at least she is drawing the line here, I see her reach for her phone which is on a table with her purse. She is still swaying a little as she types something on the phone. Then my phone buzzes in my pocket. I check it. It's a text from her.
- dnt wiat up. drnk. slepping ovr at beth c u tomm
I stare at the phone and then at her, across the pool. Yet another effortless lie. Except for the drunk part. That is true. I think of giving her an out.
- Ok. If you are too drunk, I can come pick you up wherever you are.
I see her look at the text and wince.
- ur 2 nic. i luv u. no is ok. cu tomm. xoxo.
I see a look of shame and guilt flash on her face as she bites her lip and seems to hold back tears. She is feeling guilty lying to me and cheating on me. For a moment, I feel bad for her. But that moment passes. Because she turns around and then goes back to the stool. She resumes her position, looks down and says something. Rolf looks delighted. His eager hands move to her tits again and roll the dress down revealing a strapless bra. The bulging curves of her tits are now exposed.
Yan does the honors of pulling the bra down and freeing her huge tits. He starts squeezing them and then leans down, licking her nipples. She gasps but does not stop him. This emboldens Rolf who puts his hand on her exposed thigh and then shoves it under her dress between her legs. She moans loudly.
Jack has been watching this as he pours the drink into the glasses. Steve has stopped swimming and is watching it from the pool, with a wide smile on his face.
They exchange a glance. Jack nods and gives him a thumbs up sign. Is that acknowledgment that the poker debt is paid?
I am sporting the hardest erection but also feeling angry and aghast at this new level of depravity my wife is now displaying. Hooking up with young virile handsome colleagues is one thing. It's natural, wanting to sleep with such young studs. But these are ugly old men slurping at her tits and playing with her pussy. Ugly old men she has just met. And she is not stopping even them. In fact she seems to be enjoying it.
There is a brief break in the action as Jack comes over with the drinks. He puts them on the bar and stands in front of Archana, admiring her tits. He then grabs her by her hair and pulls her into a kiss. At least he is a good looking man, I console myself. Old, but good looking. The kiss is a passionate one with Archana responding in full measure. Rolf takes his hand out from between her legs and pulls down his shorts. Yan lets go of her tits and does the same. As Jack breaks the kiss, my wife leans back and sees the two erect dicks and inhales deeply. She does not resist as each man takes a hand of hers and puts it on them. Her fingers gingerly wrap around the shaft.
Yan goes in for a kiss next, pulling her face towards him. He does not seem as skilled as Jack, because it looks awkward. Jack meanwhile has taken a few sips of his drink and then put his hands on her dress, slowly pulling it up. She raises her butt so he can do it all the way, and it is revealed that she is not wearing any panties. I saw her wear them when she was getting ready. She must have lost them during the indoor romp with Steve.
Speaking of Steve, he has now climbed out of the pool and is sitting on a patio chair, watching as the old men maul his "girlfriend".
I can see Archana's hands slowly stroking Rolf and Yan's dicks, her fingers feeling their girth and playing with their heads. There is an assured rhythm to her hand work, as if she has done this dozens of times with multiple men. Which she probably has. Here is my wife, her already short dressed bunched around her stomach, her tits and pussy exposed, surrounded by three old men she just met.
Jack takes his shirt off. She lets go of Rolf's dick to stroke his lean hairy chest. Then Jack pushes his swimming shorts down, revealing his pert old ass to me. Archana's eyes move to his dick and she inhales in excitement again. I know what is about to happen but it still gives me a thrill. Jack's butt clenches as he parts my wife's legs and penetrates her. Another cock inside her cunt. This one, from an old stranger, not even a colleague.
I am jacking off beyond the wall as I watch the lean old white man start pounding my curvy wife right on that bar stool. Her hands have let go of the two dicks and are now on Jack's chest, bracing for support as he drills her. She is grunting and moaning like a pig in heat, audible even to me all that distance away. There is a look of unbridled sexual ecstasy on her face that I can see over Jack's shoulder.

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The two old men stare in wonder at the coitus happening just inches away from them. Then Yan hoists himself up to hit on the bar, his dick swinging right next to Archana's face. She looks at it vacantly and then keeps her mouth open as he shoves it inside. Rolf also sits on the bar and returns her hand to his dick, which she starts stroking. For the next several minutes, I watch the old white man pounding my wife as she alternates between giving blowjobs and hand jobs to the other two men. Steve is still sitting in the chair watching, but he too now his dick out, like me, and is stroking it.

There is some conversation between the old men, which I guess is something to the effect of "give us a turn too" because the configuration changes. Jack takes his dick out of my wife's slutty cunt. The other two men push her off the stool. Jacks sit on the stool. Her bra is taken off and thrown to the side. Her dress is pushed down and discarded too. And then my buck naked wife, right out there in the open poolside, is bent over.
"Filthy filthy puta!!" I heard Rolf say in a delirious voice as he starts spanking my wife's big round upturned ass.
She starts wriggling her ass in response to the blows. She seems to want to move away but Jack has her firmly in place with his dick in her mouth. Yan is holding an arm too. As I watch my slutty wife yelp and dance around, her ass being spanked roughly by the short fat hispanic old man, I can't hold it in anymore. I cum. I cum at the sight of my wife being spanked like a bitch by a stranger while she sucks another stranger's dick.
I later wonder why that moment is when I came. Maybe it was a combination of the undeniable perverted eroticism of what was happening, and her being punished and called names. Although it was not really truly punishment as such, just sexual sadism, but seeing my wife being spanked and berated gave me a release.
After spanking her ass until she is howling and crying, Rolf stops and then enters her. His fucking is hard and rough, even more so than Jack's. And Jack seems to enjoy the sight of my comely milf wife bent over sucking his dick and being banged like this by his ugly friend, because he suddenly sighs loudly and leans back.
He must have cum a lot and somehow hit the back of her throat because Archana starts gagging and retching. Rolf's dick slips out of her cunt as she stumbles around, bent over and and stark naked, as she coughs and vomits out a combination of alcohol and semen.
That triggers my gag reflex too because I start hurling violently standing there behind the compound wall.
"HEY! WHO'S THERE?!!" I see Steve jump up at the sound of my puking.
He runs in my direction. I consider my options. He knows who I am. I could just finish vomiting, then confront him, confront my wife, confront everyone. Make a scene. Kick her out.
But at that moment, my male ego feels an odd shame and fear. Even if I do that, I will be revealing that I, her husband and soulmate and lifelong friend have been watching all this depravity unfold without doing anything more than jacking off. I did not even think to join in! That just seems too embarrassing a prospect to face up to.
So I run. I run away from the house and up a small wooded hill. Steve has now reached the part of the wall where I was spying from. There is a lull in the action surrounding Archana too, because the three old men are standing naked with their dicks hard looking at Steve. And she is just slumped naked over the bar stool, drooling.
Steve scans the surroundings but can not see me. He walks up to the men and there is some active discussion with worried expressions. Finally I see them making a decision. Rolf and Yan prop up my naked wife around each of their shoulders, and walk back inside with Jack and Steve.
I sneak out of my place and sneak around the house, looking through windows. But I can't see them. Clearly they have taken her inside to some room hidden away from outside intruders. I finally give up.
Angry tears streaming down my face, I sit in the car for a while thinking maybe there will be something more I can see. But there isn't. I guess that is it for the night in terms of my self-loathing voyeurism.
What are the four men doing with her in there, I wonder. Is she being spit roasted like before? Sandwiched? Is there double penetration? Has she let other men into her ass after denying my kink for decades? There is no way for me to know. Finally, the tumult gets too much to take. I drive home.
Thank heavens our daughter isn't home and all the neighbors are asleep, because I am a blubbering mess when I get home. Yes, I have seen her be unfaithful before, but this was just something above and beyond what I could stomach. In a haze, I walk to our kitchen, pick up a bottle of whiskey and just chug it like water. It burns my throat, but my chaotic mind needs calming.
After downing half the bottle, I move to the couch and keep taking big gulps and trying to compose myself. I am not sure if I am having a panic attack. But the chugging of the booze has an effect. And I pass out.
This next bit is a little muddled and hazy in my recollection. Here is what I remember.
"Ninu...oh god...are you...are you okay?"
"Fine fine...you are bank...no bank...no...back"
"Ninu...have you dean bringing...been drink...honey are you..."
The hazy memory is of her looking and sounding drunk too. She is in that dress from before, even more patchy and messed her. Her hair is disheveled and her make-up is smeared.
"You slucking...sluck...slut!"
"Ninu! I am sorry!"
Flashes of crying and drunken arguments. Flashes of something physical. Spanking? Sex? Did I hit her? Did she hit me? It is all muddled.
The next thing I clearly remember is waking up to the sound of my phone in the bedroom. I am naked and reeking. Next to me, Archana is naked, sleeping prone.
When and how did we end up here? The phone is still ringing and sounding insufferable.
"Hallo?" I weakly answer.
"Dad! Finally! What the hell? Let me in! You chained the door!" it's our daughter.
"Sorry...I was asleep. What?"
"Dad, open the front door!"
I throw on clothes in a hurry, make sure to close the bedroom door behind me and run out to the front door.
"Jesus!" she says annoyed as she glares at me and marches to her room.
Usually when she says that, I always joke, what do you mean Jesus, we aren't Christian. But I am too hungover and exhausted to do that.
Flashes of the previous night flood in. And I know I left my wife naked and prone in the bedroom. Just as I am walking back to check on her, the door opens and she walks out, dressed in sweatpants and a long t-shirt. She looks equally hungover and exhausted. But she has clearly washed up and tidied herself up and says.
"Is she home?"
"Yeah."
"Let's talk later. I'll start coffee and breakfast." she yawns and stretches. I see her big tits strain against even the loose t-shirt. And I instantly picture Yan's mouth on them.
I stumble behind her into the kitchen. Let's talk later? About what? What exactly happened last night after she got home? I only have the vaguest flashes at that stage. The only thing I know is that we were both very drunk.
"Jesus, I leave you two alone one night and you look like this! Gross!"
The daughter joins us in the kitchen and laughs.
"What do you mean Jesus? We aren't Christian." Archana says tiredly.
And we all laugh. Like a happy family sharing an inside joke.
 
The End