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After a session with uncle

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Shyness is an asset to Ramya and the jasmine flowers too !!!!  

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Ramya blowing uncle

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Those wet kisses and tight embraces reignited the heat between them; despite having already ejaculated, Subbarao’s cock remained rock-hard. Ramya’s pussy was glistening, slick and dripping with juices. Feeling an intense, throbbing itch down there, she tried to grab Subbarao’s cock with her right hand to guide it into her pussy, but he moved her hand away, pulled her into a tight embrace, and...
He sucked hard on her tongue, bit her lower lip, and squeezed her boobs firmly with both hands. 

Moving slightly lower, he caressed her slender white waist; with one hand he spread her thighs wide, while the other stroked her golden pussy. Moaning loudly—"Ah... ah... umm... mmm"—Ramya began squeezing her own boobs. 




As he caressed her mound and pressed firmly against her labia—coating his fingers in the slick, copious juices flowing from her aroused pussy—he slid his fingers into her slit and began to tease and stimulate her. “Ah... hmm... Uncle... sss... ah... mmm...” Ramya moaned sensually as she dbangd her right leg over Subbarao’s shoulder, pulling him closer. “Oh, Uncle, please... smash my pussy again with your cock,” she cried out. 

With equal intensity, Subbarao replied, “Sweetheart, I’d fuck your pussy all day long if you asked; it feels so good to fuck you.” Rubbing his massive cock against her pussy—coating it in her juices—he thrust it forcefully inside her.


Even though they had already had an intense round, the sheer size of his cock entering all at once gave Ramya a mix of pain and pleasure. “Ah... slowly, Uncle... ah... mmm... oh... mmm,” she gasped, spreading her thighs wide to accommodate his thrusts and fully experience the act again. As his cock slid deep into her folds, her warm juices lubricated it, and her pussy lips wrapped even tighter around his virile member.




Grabbing Ramya’s thighs and spreading them wide, he drove his cock even deeper into her. Waves of sexual tremors rippled from the walls of her pussy, spreading throughout her entire body. Subbarao firmly gripped her boobs—kneading and squeezing them right from the base—and worked her nipples... While kneading her body, he thrust his massive, donkey-sized cock deep into Ramya’s pussy, burying it right up to the hilt. 

Delighted by the good fortune of finding such a deep pussy, he wrapped himself tightly around her; moving his hips vigorously, he drove his cock even deeper into her depths. Then, Subbarao pulled his cock all the way out—right to the base—before slamming it back in with a sharp, powerful thrust, pounding away at Ramya’s golden pussy with rhythmic, energetic strokes.

 

As Ramya experienced pleasures and sensations she had never known in her life, an intoxicating haze washed over her entire body. Meanwhile, Subbarao kneaded her boobs firmly and occasionally sucked on her lips, all while relentlessly pounding her pussy with his massive cock. 


Subbarao gripped her boobs firmly at the base and squeezed them hard. Every now and then, he took her nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on them, giving her a taste of heaven. Craving the sensation of being crushed by his strong hands, she absorbed the pleasure of that kneading into every nerve of her body, which was burning with ecstasy. Fully cooperating with 'Uncle' and savoring this heavenly bliss, she moved her hips in sync with his thrusts and lifted her buttocks to meet his movements. 

As Ramya’s eyes fluttered half-closed in the intoxicating haze of pleasure, Subbarao’s cock ground forcefully against the walls of her pussy; it would withdraw from her depths only to plunge back in even faster and more roughly. "Ah... Amma... Mmm... Umm... Aahhh... Ohhh... Yeahhh... Uncle... Mmm... Sss..." she moaned in a daze. Subbarao’s cock moved vigorously between her labia, wreaking havoc inside her pussy. He slid his arms around her back, pulling her into a tight embrace against his strong chest, crushing her firm boobs.


 
He planted kisses along the curve of her neck, took her earlobe into his mouth, and nibbled it gently. "Mmm... Sss... Ah... Amma... Umm... Ohhh... Yeahhh... Mmm... Ohhh... Yeahhh... Ah!" she moaned softly, wrapping her legs around Subbarao’s back and pulling his waist toward her, pressing hard to bury his cock deep within the warm, golden folds of her pussy. 

Seeing Ramya moaning in ecstasy as she took his full manhood deep inside her pussy, he squeezed her boobs hard with both hands and thrust into her even more vigorously. They fucked each other intensely, matching each other's movements; after planting wet kisses along the curve of her neck, he locked his lips with hers, thrust his tongue into her mouth, and greedily sucked at her saliva. Ramya, matching his passion, pressed her naked boobs firmly against Subbarao’s chest, hugged him tightly so that every inch of her body clung to his, and—while sucking his tongue and sharing his saliva—thrust back against him with equal vigor.


Subbarao’s thrusting pace kept intensifying; he was fucking Ramya hard and fast. Every time Uncle’s cock thrust deep into her pussy, Ramya cried out loudly. "Ah!… Harder… Mmm… Oh God… Sss… Ohhh… Ahhh… Ohhh… Ohhh… Ohhh… Mmm… FUCK ME HARD... HARDER.... MAKE ME YOUR LANJA (SLUT)... UNCLE.... FUCK ME IN FRONT OF MY USELESS HUSBAND... HHAAA.. UFFFFF... DEEPPPP.. STILLL MORE... FASTER... OHHHH... LIKE THAT... OREY... LAVDA GAA.... DENGARAA.. GATTIGAAA .... FILL ME.... MAKE ME PREGNANT.... UNCLE... MAKE ME PREGNANT.... MY HUSBAND CANT ... MAKEEEE... MEEEE... PREGNANT.... STILL...DEEPER.. DONT RELEASE... OUTSIDE... AHHHH... FILLLLLL MEEE.... LANJA KODAKAAAA... KORAKKURA ... PAINING ME... DONT BITE BY NIPPLES LIKE THAT... UFFF... MY HUSBAND WILL KNOW.... AHHHH... GODDDD... WHAT A PLEASURE... UFFFFF... NEVER KNEW SUCH A OLD UNCLE... HAS THIS MUCH... STAMINAAA... AMMMMAAA... DONT SLAP ME ... UNCLE.. SORRY..... YOU...ARE NOT OLD... AHHHHH... GODDD... YOU ARE... BETTER THAN MY HUSBAND... UFFFFF.. WHAT A FUCK... YOUR WIFE DIED ... BECAUSE OF YOUR FUCKING... WILD FUCKING... AHHHH... HMMMM... DONT SLOW DOWN...



MAKE ME AS YOUR WIFE... I WILL PUT MY THALI (MANGAL SUTHRA) TO YOUR DICK AND THEN FUCK ME LIKE THAT... MAKE ME AS YOUR WHORE, SLUT, WIFE AND THEN SHOW MY HUSBAND HOW TO FUCK A WHORE LIKE ME...." 


The intensity of their lovemaking escalated, and the flow of juices in Ramya’s pussy increased, use of curse words increased, creating distinct *tapak-tapak* sounds. He fucked her vigorously while kneading and squeezing her body with his hands. Ramya, moaning in ecstasy, held him tight in a passionate embrace.
Ramya was nearing her climax. "Umm…! Ah!… Mmm… Sss… Ohhh… Ohhh… Ohhh… Ohhh… Ohhh… Yeah… Ohhh… Harder, Uncle! Fill my pussy with your juices! Ah!… Mmm…" she cried out. 


Hearing this, Subbarao, driven by intense lust, pounded her pussy even harder and more fiercely… "Ah!… Mmm… Ah!" Surrendering to another intense wave of climax, Ramya held Subbarao in a tight, fierce embrace, drenching his cock with the warm juices flowing from her pussy. 

Subbarao held her firmly, pressing his full weight against her; he thrust rapidly—pulling his cock back and driving it deep with powerful strokes—before finally pinning it against the base of her pussy. Moaning "Aah... sweetheart... hmm... oh..." he ejaculated, filling Ramya’s pussy completely with thick, warm semen, and then collapsed onto her, exhausted. 





After satisfying their lust by fucking twice, while releasing his thick cum on her face as per her wild wish,  they lay in each other's arms for a while, kissing. Shiva, watching the whole scene from outside, could hardly believe his wife possessed such intense sexual passion. He didn't even realize how many times he had ejaculated himself while witnessing their wild lovemaking. 


Eventually, they got up, washed in the bathroom, and returned; standing beside the bed, they embraced passionately and kissed while Subbarao eagerly kneaded Ramya’s buttocks. After some more kissing and fondling, Ramya told Subbarao it was time to leave; as they walked out, Shiva quickly dashed back into his own room.
After seeing Subbarao to the door and sending him off, a bashful Ramya walked into the room where Shiva was. As soon as she entered the room naked, he... 

He pinned her down, hugged her tightly, and began sucking on her lips. Realizing her husband was thoroughly aroused, Ramya started kissing him back. He enjoyed the moment, kissing her and sucking on her boobs for a while. After some time spent caressing and holding each other tightly, they fell asleep. Delighted by the stroke of luck that had befallen both him and his cock, Subbarao drifted off to sleep.


The next morning, everyone woke up and bathed; Shiva kissed Ramya, winked at her, told her to get some rest during the day, and left. Blushing, Ramya finished her housework, bathed, and dressed in a saree. She thanked inside her loving and understanding wife for giving her such a great opportunity to get extreme pleasure from old uncle



Shiva meanwhile felt happy at the progression of her shy innocent wife into a slutty street whore and thats what he wanted her to be so that their marital life will be more raunchy and spicy which watching the porn movies would never give



When Ramya showed him her love bytes on her boobs, Shiva got excited and stroked himself and came on her nude boobs





After nursing the baby, she felt a familiar heat rising in her pussy and a craving for a good pounding; she lowered her saree below her navel and—wearing neither a bra nor panties—went over to Subbarao's house.

Subbarao, who had been eagerly waiting for a chance to fuck Ramya again, felt his cock rise instinctively the moment she entered his home. Ramya felt shy when she saw him and walked into the kitchen. Watching the way her saree sat below her navel and seeing her hips sway as she walked, Subbarao was instantly aroused; he rubbed his cock through his lungi, closed the door, and followed her into the kitchen. 

Ramya was busy with something in the kitchen. He approached slowly from behind and placed his hands on her waist. Sliding his hands from her waist up to her stomach, he held her in a gentle embrace and called her "Bujji" (sweetheart); in response, she... She let out a soft moan. Leaning over from behind, he rested his chin gently on Ramya's shoulder and pressed his entire body against hers.



His already-aroused cock was pressing firmly between her buttocks. He brought his hands up, gently squeezing her boobs and kneading them through her blouse; Ramya moaned softly in response. Hearing that moan, he gripped and squeezed her boobs even more firmly.
Feeling the pleasurable sensation of her boobs being kneaded, Ramya moaned softly, "Umm... Uncle..." 

He continued squeezing her boobs for a while, then pressed his chest against her back with one hand while thrusting his cock between her buttocks. He took Ramya's hand and placed it over his erect cock, which was straining against his thighs beneath his lungi; it felt searingly hot. A tingling sensation surged through Ramya's panty-clad crotch, and she moaned languidly, "Umm... Uncle, it's so hot."

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Whose idea was it to let Ramya be fucked by another man while her husband Shiva was watching ? we all thought it was Shiva who pushed this idea into Ramya’s mind after watching cuckold movies along with his wife. In fact that was wrong. It was Ramya who got this idea but didn’t tell it directly to her husband, as like any other desi wife she was too shy to talk about such subjects with her loving husband but at the same time she was clever enough to leave that kind of thought in her husband’s mind

Ramya did exactly that and influenced Shiva’s thinking. How ?  lets read further…

After watching cuckold porn movie with her husband, Ramya’s mind was filled with a whirlwind of thoughts; she closed her eyes, feeling exhausted. Yet, no matter how hard she tried to shut them out, the vivid details of the movie—where the woman’s husband described exactly how he wanted to watch another man fucking her—played out before her mind's eye. Without even realizing it, Ramya slowly drifted off to sleep.



In her sleep, Ramya had all sorts of dreams. Her brother-in-law, her husband's younger brother, her sisters-in-law's husbands, her father-in-law (who was more like a father to her), and even her own brother appeared in her dreams—sometimes in groups of two or three, and at other times, one by one. They would embrace her, kiss her lips, and fondle her breasts, stripping away her saree and blouse until she was completely naked. Then, they would lay her bare body on the bed; sometimes a single man would take her, while at other times, two or three family members would claim her naked body together.



While one man squeezed her breasts, another would thrust his fully erect, massive cock deep into the folds of her pussy, asking, "How does it feel, Ramya? Are you enjoying it?" "Look, your husband himself said it... 'I want to watch you all fucking my Ramya... come, satisfy your lust and fuck Ramya's pussy'—that’s how he egged us on... apparently, he has a desire to watch us all fucking you... make sure to check if your husband is watching... here, we are thrusting our cocks into your pussy..." As the men thrust their cocks into Ramya's pussy, they turned their heads and shouted, "Look... Shiva, look closely... we are burying our cocks deep inside your wife's pussy... Ah... how tight your wife's pussy is... Ah... what pleasure she is giving... Ah..."

They thrust their cocks all the way in, right up to the hilt, fucking her hard. Ramya, matching them every step of the way, moved her hips in rhythm with their thrusts and pushed back against them... "Ah... Shiva-ji, look... oh my, their cocks are hitting deep inside my pussy... Ah... I can see heaven, Shiva-ji... look... look at this man's cock... how long it is... just as you wanted—10 inches long... 3 inches wide... Oh... as this cock sinks into my pussy... Ah... my pussy lips feel like they're splitting apart... Oh... what pleasure... Ah... Shiva-ji... thank you... I've never experienced such pleasure before... it's amazing... Oh... Mmm... Ah..." As Ramya moaned these words in her dream-like state, she suddenly experienced a powerful, explosive orgasm. Ramya woke up at the very moment a flood of wetness surged from between her thighs.

Ramya experienced an intense sexual sensation; she tasted an orgasm more powerful than any she had known in her five or six years of marriage. She was amazed—there was no man beside her, she hadn't touched her pussy with her hand, nor had she inserted any object into it. Could this really happen? Could a woman reach orgasm without external stimulation, without a man present, and without self-arousal through penetration? Could such powerful orgasms be achieved simply through intense thoughts and desires?

Ramya pressed her thighs tightly together. As she did so, the wetness gushing from deep within her pussy—reminiscent of the aftermath of a man passionately fucking her and pouring a flood of semen deep inside—made her labia feel slick and sticky as they rubbed against each other; a sweet, tingling shiver coursed through her entire body. For some reason, Ramya didn't feel like getting out of bed... nor did she feel like wiping away the wetness between her thighs. Somehow, the sensation felt good—the climax she had just experienced felt wonderful. Calmed by the subsiding of her physical desires after such an intense release, she began to think clearly.



What kind of man is he? Does he harbor thoughts like these? What is he saying? Does he have no regard for social boundaries or family ties when it comes to sex? Is he truly this lustful? Disgusting... No mother, father, sister—it doesn't matter who it is, just satisfy these carnal urges... isn't that what he's saying? If merely reading his words and the fantasies in his mind affects me this deeply, what would happen if they were actually put into practice? Wouldn't families and the very institution of family be destroyed? Ugh... is this the kind of man I'm living with? Ramya’s mind was in turmoil, torn between conflicting thoughts—a state of utter indecision. Yet, a different thought—one aligning with her husband Shiva's ideas—suddenly crossed her mind.

To be fair... simply reading the thoughts in his mind had triggered such an intense climax. What if I were to actually do what he desires—sleep with other men and experience sexual pleasure with them? Good heavens... what would become of me then? If it became known that I would sleep with every male who visited our home, wouldn't even the male relatives start setting up house right here with us? If that were to happen, the families wouldn't unite as he desired—they would shatter.

For every man in the family to enjoy the company of every woman—sharing those pleasures without sparking rivalry, and for everyone to remain united as one family—truly, for his vision to come to pass without the families falling apart...

All the women in our family had to be prepared for this. Every woman in the family had to be conditioned not only to desire the intimacy of every man in the family but also to fully savor and enjoy it. Ramya believed that only then would the affection and bonds between every man and woman in the family—and the visiting male relatives—truly deepen.



Ramya began to think intensely. How? How could she make every woman in the family desire every man? If things happened the way she imagined... her brother-in-law, her husband's younger brother, and her sisters-in-law's husbands would come home for festivals and take turns mounting her, driving their cocks deep into her pussy and fucking her passionately, day and night. Meanwhile, her sisters-in-law would be fucked by their own brothers in a similar rotation. The men would swap partners—the elder brother-in-law with the younger brother's wife, and the younger brother-in-law with the elder brother's wife...

Ramya suddenly snapped out of her reverie. "Oh my... why am I thinking like this? It looks like I’m slowly starting to think just like my husband. Damn... am I turning into someone like that?" She hesitated for a moment, but quickly justified it to herself. "But what’s wrong with it? Isn't this exactly what he wants? I’m not asking him if I can go sleep with other men on my own initiative, am I? He’s the one who wants to see me lying with other men, getting fucked to my heart's content by their cocks, isn't he? That’s *his* desire, not mine... so why should I feel ashamed?"



"I’ll wait... I’ll wait until he comes and asks me himself. If he desires it and asks, why should I say no?" How many people get such luck in life? I am about to receive a stroke of fortune that not even one in ten million gets, even if they wish for it—why should I turn my back on such an opportunity? But there is one thing I need to be careful about: the whole family needs to be on board with this game. If I can somehow manage to bring everyone together on this, it will be pure bliss... I’ll wait... I’ll wait until he asks... Ramya thought. But then, another idea crossed her mind...

Wait, why should I wait for him to ask? After all, his long-standing fantasy is to see me in bed with another man, getting fucked, isn't it? Ever since he started having sexual fantasies and desires, he has wanted to watch another man fuck his wife. So, why wait for him to bring it up? What if I tease and provoke him a little to make him say the words? What if I play hard-to-get for a week or ten days and then pretend to agree for his sake? That would be the best approach, wouldn't it?

Once he convinces me, I could—with his help—experience incredible sexual pleasure: getting passionately crushed beneath various men, taking their long, strong, massive cocks deep into my pussy, and getting fucked with intense lust. Isn't that exactly what he wants, too? By agreeing to this, she felt she could satisfy his desire while also fully experiencing the uninhibited, wild sexuality that came with being a woman—something she had always wanted to explore to the fullest. She believed this would give true meaning to her life as a woman.



Once Ramya decided this, her plan was set: when he broached the subject, she would play hard to get for ten or fifteen days, making him plead with her before finally agreeing. Moreover, she had to ensure the conversation kept moving without him losing interest or giving up entirely during that period of persuasion. She resolved to strike a balance—resisting slightly while also showing signs of softening—so he wouldn't think convincing her was impossible. She also planned to captivate her husband during their lovemaking by talking as if other men were the ones having sex with her, all while brainstorming ways to involve the rest of the family in these fantasies.



As Ramya was lost in these thoughts, the front door opened, and her husband, Shiva, walked in. Seeing Ramya lying on the bed, he wondered why she was resting at that hour and placed his hand on her forehead; her body was burning with fever. He then touched her neck, feeling the intense heat, and asked, "What is it, Ramya? Are you not feeling well?" He spoke gently... Ramya remained silent, pretending to be asleep. But deep down, she thought: "This heat rising in my body isn't because I'm unwell; it’s because I read that erotic chat you had with your friend. Come on, husband, come... your wife is now ready to sleep with any man you choose for her. Go ahead—turn your wife into a whore without delay and put her in bed with every man in the house." She smiled to herself at these thoughts.

She recalled a quote she had read somewhere: "There is a whore inside every woman; all a man has to do is wake that sleeping whore up. Once she awakens, it’s a feast for men." Remembering this, Ramya thought, "You’ve won, husband... you’ve truly won. You successfully awakened the whore sleeping within your wife. From now on, it’s going to be a celebration for both your cock and my pussy. My pussy will feast on the cocks of the men you bring home. I don't know what you'll do with your own cock while watching another man fuck me—but you certainly won't leave it idle; one way or another, your cock is bound to have a feast too."

Meanwhile, Shiva slid his hand down over his wife's neck to fondle her breasts; he gently squeezed them through her blouse and softly rubbed her nipples between his thumb and index finger. Ramya let out a soft "Sss... Ah..." and opened her eyes, feigning having just woken up. Looking at her husband, she asked, "What are you doing? How long have you been back? Is this how you wake someone up?"



Shiva chuckled softly, slid his hand down to caress her soft belly, and said, "I just got here... seeing you asleep made me feel so affectionate... actually, it’s not just affection—I’m getting in the mood." (Thinking to myself: *I know why you're in the mood... after all, what else would happen when you spend your time on the internet engaging in dirty chats about how to put your wife in another man's bed?*) "What time is it?" she asked, glancing at the clock. "Oh dear, it's already quite late. Go wash up, and I'll serve dinner." Ramya got out of bed, adjusted her disheveled nightgown, picked up their son, and headed to the kitchen to feed him.

Although Ramya had gone to the kitchen, she kept one eye on the bedroom, watching to see what her husband was doing. Right as she looked, Shiva turned on the computer monitor. Ramya noticed him opening and reading the chat window, but she kept watching to see what he would do. Her husband, Shiva, adjusted his crotch over his trousers while glancing toward the kitchen to see what she was doing. Ramya, who was serving rice onto a plate, pretended not to notice him. Shiva closed the chat window and asked, "Ramya, didn't you notice the computer was left on?"

"No... I had a bit of a headache after cooking, so I just came and lay down on the bed. I didn't even notice the computer was on."

"Oh... I see. How is your headache now?" he asked affectionately. He turned off the computer, walked over to Ramya, and embraced her from behind while she was feeding their son. He kissed her neck and pressed his aroused manhood against her buttocks, asking, "Has the headache gone away?"

"Never mind my headache; it seems like *your* crotch-ache is getting worse," she remarked. Finding the daal insufficient for the rice already mixed on her plate, Ramya went into the kitchen to add some more; Shiva followed her, wrapped his arms around her from behind, and—sliding his hands beneath her armpits to firmly knead her breasts—he felt her respond. Knowing exactly why her husband was behaving this way, Ramya smiled coyly and asked, "What is this? You seem to be in quite a spirited mood,  honey.  I’ve been watching you since you arrived—who did you see outside?"

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MILF

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guys , i am overwhelmed by the huge response to this thread

many have suggested let Ramya do this.. not do that . blah blah... allow me to write the story as i wanted.. hope you all will like it

if some one has some crazy ideas about this, they are welcome to write the story... the forum needs many writers

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For a 55 year old ugly looking widower with a pot belly, touching a beautiful woman itself is a big dream ..now he is getting his dick worshipped by a homely housewife in her own house relaxed and with lot of love...what a
lucky bastard he is ..

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Brother what about Iqbal character ?

read that episode again bro.. its just  a dream

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Wife....with neighbour bachelor...

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Subba with Ramya..more than lovers now..

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Hot wife invited super fit gym trainer for dinner when husband was in night shift

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Seeing Ramya smile so playfully further aroused Shiva; he slid his hand into the folds of her saree, cupped her mound right through the fabric, and squeezed firmly. As Ramya gasped—"Sss... Ah..."—and pressed her thighs together, trapping his hand tightly between them, Shiva noticed that her vagina was already wet. Kissing her lips, he remarked, "So, it looks like my dear wife is ready too, isn't she?" He said...

Ramya laughed and said, "We eat the same food as you do, Sir; we have desires too, not just you. If you finish your meal quickly while I tidy up the kitchen, we can indulge in our romantic moments in the bedroom instead of here in the kitchen." Hearing this, Shiva whistled cheerfully, hurriedly finished his meal before his wife Ramya even joined him.

As soon as Ramya came to bed, he crushed her in a passionate embrace, locked lips with her, and thrust his tongue into her mouth, hungrily savoring her taste. In that same frenzy, he stripped off her nightie, leaving her naked. He grabbed her breasts firmly—holding them right from the base—and kneaded them vigorously. "Sss... Ah... Oh my... what rough lovemaking! I'm not going anywhere... it's still daytime. If you have the energy, we can go for another round tonight," Ramya moaned sensually.



Shiva, already aroused, took her words as a silent signal that she was ready for a second round; he grew even more wild with passion, planting kisses along the curve of her neck and burying his face in her bosom, before filling his mouth with her breasts and sucking on them alternately. Knowing her husband's state of mind perfectly, Ramya decided this was the right moment to tease him. Amidst the intoxicated murmurs and sultry moans escaping her lips, she asked:

"Darling... what's gotten into you? You're so wild tonight. Did something happen when you went out earlier? Did you see a friend's wife naked, or did you watch your friend actually having sex with his wife?" she asked, deliberately provoking her husband, Shiva.

Instead of answering, Shiva tried to slide his hand between his wife's thighs, but Ramya pressed them tightly together, denying him access to her pussy. "If you don't answer my questions, you aren't getting my pussy tonight," she said playfully.

At those words, Shiva retorted, "What kind of talk is that? Do I really need to watch others screwing just to fuck my own wife?" As he spoke, he teased her by poking his finger into her deep navel.


"Sss... Ah... Don't I know you well enough? Just tell me what happened," she said, pushing aside her husband's hands as they playfully roamed over her body.


"It's nothing like that; is it a crime for a husband to be in the mood?" Shiva asked.



"That's true... To be honest, I've been feeling a strong desire since this morning too... That's why you felt me getting wet down there when you touched me earlier," Ramya said.

Shiva grew aroused at this. "You little minx... then I absolutely have to lick that wetness right now... God, it's been so long since I licked your pussy," he said playfully.

Ramya murmured teasingly, "Oh... no... not today, okay?" as she pressed her thighs even closer together.

"What do you mean? You usually love having your pussy licked, don't you?" Shiva asked.

"That's true, but there's a different reason today," Ramya said, further tantalizing Shiva.

"What's so special about today?" Shiva asked as he moved in to claim her.



"I'm so wet down there today—just as wet as I get when a man fucks me and fills me with his semen," Ramya said shyly.

Shiva's eyes widened with delight. "Really?" As Shiva moved between his wife Ramya’s thighs and tried to pry them apart with both hands...



Ramya teased him by clamping her legs together and saying, "Oh, no, don't..." Shiva buried his face between her thighs and inhaled deeply. "Ah... that intoxicating, arousing scent. Come on, show me," he pleaded affectionately.

"Oh... no... it’s gotten so wet down there... oh my, I can't even say it," Ramya said, covering her face with her hands in shyness, all the while further teasing and arousing her husband, Shiva.

As Shiva’s wife teased him, driving him into a frenzy, he asked eagerly, "Tell me... tell me... just how wet did you get?"

Ramya writhed and squirmed, then said—effectively tying her husband's hands before she even began—"You mustn't think the wrong way about me for speaking like this."

"Wow... not bad at all... anything said at a moment like this feels amazing," Shiva said, getting worked up with excitement.

Ramya, deciding not to drag the topic out, said shyly, "You know... it's like... another man had fucked my pussy so fiercely and filled it completely with his semen..."

Hearing his wife speak about another man's semen inside her pussy sent Shiva's desire skyrocketing. Driven by intense lust, he said,

"Is that so? Let me see," and as he placed his hands on her legs and spread her thighs, her pussy bloomed open like a red hibiscus flower. Thick clumps of her juices were visible between the folds, and as he parted her thighs further, the fluids stretched into long, glistening strands—a feast for his eyes. His eyes gleaming with desire, he murmured, "Hmm... wow... look at how wet your pussy is." He brought his face close to her pussy, inhaling the intoxicating, musky scent of her juices deep into his lungs. Just as he was about to press his tongue against it to taste her, Ramya said...

"Darling... if you lick up all that wetness now, it’ll be dry and sting when you actually fuck me... please... don't... If you want, you can do whatever you like after you've fucked me once," she said in a sultry, intoxicating voice. Shiva, completely captivated by his wife's seductive words... Without a word, Shiva climbed onto Ramya’s naked body and thrust his erect manhood into the folds of her pussy—which was already slick and drenched with juices. As his cock slid deep inside, striking the very base of her pussy, Ramya moaned sensually—"Sss... Ah..."—and wrapped her legs tightly around Shiva’s waist. After the two of them had savored the intoxicating pleasure of their union for a moment, Shiva opened his eyes, looked into Ramya’s, and teased, "Wow... your pussy has turned into a veritable pond. Just how much 'stock' did that guy dump in there?"



Ramya understood exactly what her husband was talking about; inwardly relieved and happy that he was finally getting into the mood, she asked, "What do you mean, 'dumping stock'?" ...she said, feigning ignorance...


"You just told me, didn't you? That some guy fucked you and filled the depths of your pussy completely with his cum—that’s what I’m asking about. He must have had a huge load stored up; he turned your pussy into a total mess—so much so that my cock couldn't even feel the walls of your vagina," Shiva said teasingly.

Ramya, suddenly realizing what he meant, blushed deeply. "Oh, come on... I just said that in passing... you're too much," she said, overcome with bashful shyness.



Seeing no resistance from his wife, Shiva got even more worked up. "So, did he fuck you really well?" he asked, adding, "Yeah... if he hadn't fucked you hard, your pussy wouldn't be this messy." As he spoke, he lifted her hips, pulled his cock back to the edge of her pussy lips, and thrust it forcefully right into the center of her pussy. Ramya moaned sensually, "Sss... ah... oh my... what a thrust... that hit the spot perfectly." She affectionately stroked her husband's head, pressed his naked body tightly against hers, and locked her lips with his in a passionate, lust-filled kiss.

Encouraged by his wife's enthusiastic response, Shiva grew even more excited. "Tell me, just how thick was his cock? Did it stretch your hole out this much?" "I can't even feel any tightness in your pussy... the edges aren't touching anything at all," Shiva said, thrusting his cock hard into his wife's folds and pounding away vigorously.

Ramya’s feminine instincts surged at her husband's words; realizing where he was heading with this, she played coy while eagerly wanting to keep the heat of the moment alive. "Oh, come on, you're too much," she said. "I only mentioned how wet I was just to make a point, but you're talking as if I actually went and got screwed by someone," Ramya said, acting coy.



"Oh, come on... I wouldn't mind if some guy came along and screwed you. But tell me—how did he do it? How much did he grind against your pussy and how wet did he make it?" Shiva asked eagerly.

"Ugh... you have absolutely no shame," Ramya said, feigning embarrassment.

"Shame won't satisfy desires... tell me, Ramya," Shiva coaxed.

Realizing this was the perfect moment, Ramya said, "Oh my... once you get hold of something, you just won't let go, will you?" She covered her face with both hands, then parted her index fingers slightly to peek at her husband, Shiva, through the gap. "Just thinking about that dream makes me go weak with shyness... Oh God... I can't handle this..." she said, swaying her body and arching her back seductively.


Ramya’s intention was to drive her husband Shiva’s excitement to a fever pitch; that is why she kept dragging out the conversation, stoking his anticipation as much as possible.

Ramya’s ploy worked; blood rushed to Shiva’s face, turning it red, and desire was clearly visible in his expression. His impatience was mounting. Succumbing to that restlessness, he pleaded, "Oh, it’s moments of playful intimacy like this that really heat up the bedroom... Tell me, Ramya... don't tease me like this."

Feigning hesitation—as if she had no choice but to speak—Ramya began her story. "After finishing the cooking in the afternoon, I lay down to rest and drifted into a light sleep. In that sleep, I had a dream... In the dream, I was lying right here in our house when a complete stranger entered. He walked straight into our bedroom and saw me sleeping on this very bed..."

She paused and looked into her husband's eyes; a peculiar glint appeared in Shiva's gaze.

"Oh... and then what happened?" Shiva asked eagerly.

"He collapsed right on top of me..."

"Oh... and then...?" Shiva’s eyes were no longer on Ramya; he seemed lost in a world of his own imagination.

"As my body was being crushed beneath his heavy frame, the weight of him suddenly woke me up. Looking at the man lying on top of me, I asked, 'Who are you? How did you get in here?'"

"I tried to push him off me, asking, 'What are you doing?'" Ramya stopped speaking and looked into Shiva's face again.

"Uh... and then...?" Shiva asked eagerly, gazing into Ramya's eyes; though he appeared to be looking at her eyes, his gaze was actually fixed on something else entirely.

Ramya understood—her husband was imagining another man fucking his wife. Realizing he was getting ensnared in the trap she had set, she continued her story with renewed enthusiasm.

"When I opened my eyes and asked, 'Who are you?', he began to maul me with intense lust. I struggled to break free, but he pinned me firmly to the bed, immobilizing me, and yanked at the loose end of my saree. As I tried to push him away with both hands, he pinned my arms against the bed above my head and started squeezing my breasts hard right over my blouse...!"



Thrusting his cock fiercely into his wife Ramya's pussy—"Aah... Mmm... Ah... Ah..."—Shiva asked, trembling with desire, "So, while he was mauling your breasts like that... what did *you* do?" "Sss... Ah... Shiva... Ah... Oh God... What rough fucking... Oh God... You're absolutely wrecking my pussy..." Ramya said, arching her hips and thrusting back against her husband's powerful strokes.

"Tell me... what did you do when he was squeezing your breasts like that?" Shiva intensified his actions...



"No matter how much I resisted to avoid being overpowered by him, my strength was no match for his... On top of that, he was thrusting his erect cock hard against my pussy... I was losing my strength... Sensing this, he violently tore open the hooks of my blouse... I pleaded helplessly for him to let me go..." As Ramya recounted this...

Visualizing the scene his wife described as if it were a movie playing before his eyes, Shiva placed both hands on Ramya's breasts and began kneading them fiercely. (Ramya could clearly sense the intensity of Shiva's desire; she realized how aroused he was becoming by imagining the story she was telling. So, to further excite him, she began to moan...) "Ah... hmmm... ah... sss... Shiva... you're killing me... you're driving me wild with lust," Ramya moaned sensually... She paused her story, wanting to prolong the moment...

Impatient, Shiva urged her on: "Tell me, what happened next?" he asked restlessly.

Ramya smiled inwardly, happy that her husband was taking the bait, and continued... "Ignoring my protests, he buried his face in my exposed breasts, took them into his mouth, and began to suckle... Even though I didn't want it, as he took my breasts into his mouth and sucked on them..." Without me even realizing it, desire began to stir within me.

 

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