[Ramesh_Rocky]

Bengali mother becomes Randi
part2

After some time father came back to home from market. He became also surprised by seeing Mukesh in our room. He sat on a chair and asked the reason why he has visited in our home. Mukesh told that for many years he had considered many times the payment of our house rent to be late. Now he wants all his money right now or otherwise he will throw us out side. Though as per as law is concern it was not easy for a landlord to throw away his tenant but Mukesh was a very influential person. His brother was a political leader of the ruling party and had many high level contacts. Hearing this father become afraid and keep pleading him to give him some time to gather some amount of money as he really have not a huge amount of money in home with him. But Mukesh is not ready then to hear this answer. He repeatedly told father that he wants his money today. Father then told him that to give him one day to leave this place as paying money is impossible for him now. Seeing father in this position Mukesh told him that he can give him a chance to gather his money. Father asked him about it. Mukesh then smiled and shamelessly told that he can waive 12 month’s rent if father allows him to have my mother for one night in bed. Hearing this father then burst in to fire. He told him to get out of our house. Mukesh then also become angry and ordered him to leave this place immediately or he will appoint some of his brothers men to throw us out of this house. Father suddenly get afraid and see at my eyes and in my mother’s eyes. Maa then was crying too much. She was not even ready to hear this by her ear. She is so shocked that she ran into inside room and starts crying loudly. Father asked some time to Mukesh and go inside to make maa convinced for this proposal. Father told her that it is just a matter of one night and then we can live again free of cost fro at least 12 months. He told her to think about their son’s career that means about me. He told her that if they want to make their son settled in life then they have to agree with this proposal.





The main surprise was waiting for me then when I hear that maa told Mukesh that she is ready for his dirty proposal and then started crying again. Mukesh told my father to go to the other room because he wants to talk to maa privately. When my father left the room Mukesh give a witted smile and told that he is going now but will come back at 9 p.m. He told maa that he want her for a full 10 hours night. Hearing this maa becomes so afraid that she burst in to crying. Then he left our house

(to be continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Bengali mother becomes Randi
part3
When the two sticks of clock touched 9p.m. Mukesh came to our home. We have already finished our dinner. Mukesh told maa to be ready to go to bed and ordered her to prepare a glass of hot milk for him. Maa told father to sleep on sofa for this night. I can see father can not even see at her eyes not even in my eyes. He sat on sofa, tried to sleep but unable to do so. Then after few minutes he told me that he can’t stay in this house tonight and left the house. I knew he must be going to our neighbor and his bachelor friend Trinath uncle’s house. Before leaving he told me to sleep but stay careful. I told my father that I will call him if any problem occurs. Maa then went to the kitchen to prepare milk. Mukesh then ordered her to keep the door open. May be he wants that both her son and her husband can see the legal bang of their mother and wife respectively.

Maa then has nothing to say as she know that her body is going to be explored by some one else other than her husband. She keeps the glass on the table and stand in front of the bed. Mukesh drink the half of the milk and ordered her to drink rest of the milk. Then he at first takes some time to see my mother’s white colored saree covered body. Maa was wearing a green colored blouse. I was so ashamed about the fact that my mother is going to be fucked by someone who is a 55 year old man. Mukesh then stand up and take of his pant and shart. Then he removed his underwear to become full nude. As an old man he has his hairs on body became white colored. Even the hair on the above portion of cock also have some white color in it. But his cock is not small with his age. I am surprised to see that it is about 7 inches long still. Maa became afraid to see a big man naked in front of her. Mukesh then told maa to suck his cock. Maa take his order as she has to. She sat on floor on her knees. Then she held his cock in her hand. Keeping her eyes closed she put the cock inside her mouth and started sucking it for almost 5 to 10 minutes. I was surprised to see that she can suck a cock like this. I understood she must have done it with my father before. Mukesh then hold the knot of her hair and untied it to fall upto her waist. It is nice to watch that my 49 year old mother is dancing her head front and back to suck a 55 year old cock. Mukesh was moaning like – aaaaaahhhhh ahh aaaiiiihhhhhhaaaaaaah uuuuufffffffffff , samita swettyyyyyyy love my cock randddddiiiiii, teri maaaaaa kiiii ohhhhhh.. then after some time he stop moaning as I can see maa is trying to keep that cock out of her mouth but Mukesh force fully held her head from back don’t allow her to keep it out side of her mouth. I can assume Mukesh is cumming in her mouth like a flood, as some bit of cum came out of the sides of her mouth. After some time he makes free my mother from her cock. Maa almost try to vomit when her mouth is freed from his cock.





Then he took some time to gather his excite and told maa to get ready to have the best fuck of her life. “ saali teri marad ne hi kabhi aaisi chodi nahi hogi tujhe. Aaj main tujhe phir se pregnant banaunga.” Hearing this maa starts crying and holding his legs to beg her to go away. But wicked Mukesh laughed at this pleading and hold the saree pallu in his right hand and let it be fell from her shoulder. Then he hold the saree at the area of naval where maa tucked her saree in. maa then strongly hold her saree not letting him to pull it down from her waist. But with some firm pull Mukesh make maa take one or two round to open the saree. He then threw it off at a corner of the room. Maa then try to cover her blouse covered breast with her hands crossing over boobs. It’s a very sexy scene to watch that my own mother is going to be bangd in front of my eyes in a legal way. I also become eager to see what my mother nude in front of an outsider. I then start masturbating. He then give a firm push on my mother shoulder to make her lay on the bed. Maa have all fear, shame in her eyes that come out as a form of tear. Mukesh get up on the bed and started unhooking her blouse buttons. In some time her blouse is being opened to a stranger to enjoy her big chuchis.




Maa then covered her face with her hand in shame. Then Mukesh almost tear her bra in excitement to have her juicy foot ball shaped Chuchis(boobs) in his mouth. He at first take the right breast. At first he starts sucking the nipple like ---chhhhhhhhiiuimmmmmm ummmmmmm uhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmuccccccchh. Maa cry in pain =--- aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh maaaaaaaaaa goooooooooo
Laaaaaaaaaagcheeeeeeeeeee aaaa chereeeeee daaaao naaaaa pleaseeee. Hearing this Mukesh get more excited as he started to bite the nipples with his teeth. He almost made some biting marks on her boobs. As I can see a pound boob flesh is between his upper and lower jaw as he is really biting them hard. Maa was crying for help------ohhhhhh bhgobaaaaaaaaaannnnn bachaaaaaaaaaaoooooo aaammmmmmmkeeeeee keuuuuuu ----a aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaar parchinnnnnnaaaaa. After eating those huge breasts Mukesh move to the midriff area of her body which I can say is the best part of her body. Most of the fleshes are gathered around the navel area and around waist that makes it having 2 or 3 folds in her belly. Mukesh was really fondling her stomach then. He started licking the navel. For this I can say mom reached at the immense amount of pleasure as she has closed her eyes and was biting her lower lips with her upper teeth. Mukesh then untied the knots of her petty coat(saya) and pull it down. He was licking his lips by seeing mom’s vagina. He told that “ abe randi aab mujh se aur raha nahi jata , tu jaldi se aapni dono paao upar kar de”. Maa obeyed what he said and make her legs up a bit. He holds both the legs with in hands and trying to go in front of her cunt with his straight following cock. He then sat on knees and told maa to held his cock in her hand and place it just exactly in front of the hole of her cunt. Then he started to insert his cock into her pussy slowly. While it enter her pussy it give her lots of pleasure with so much pain as she was shouting like anything ------aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ooooooohhhhhhhhoooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa goooooooooooooo aaaaaaaaamaaaaaai chereeeeee daaaaaaaaoooo. Aaaaaaaaaaa laaaaaaagheeeeeeeee. After some time Mukesh entered her completely. Then he started moving it in and out slowly. It makes maa so pleased as I can assume that she hold his body with both of her hands firmly, caressing in his partly bald head. After some time Mukesh stated fucking her badly, roughly as he was state of jumping and pumping in to her. maa also respond to this as she kept her waist dancing in the rhythm and grasp his legs by her legs like a lizard. After 15 minutes of restlessly fucking Mukesh told my mother “ I am going to cum, please hold me firmly and be ready.” He put all his loads of cum in to her womb by shouting like aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh samittttttttttaaaaaaaaaa sweeeeeetyyyyyyy, immmmmmmmmmmuuuuuum I lovevvvvvveeeee uuu.




Maa also started jerking like a fish that have come out of water. I can assume that both of them come like a flood. After this act they were so tired that Mukesh can not even move from the top of maa’s body. They started lip kissing. And maa also this time respond well and give him deep , profound lip kissing. In that night Mukesh fucked her twice and at the early morning Mukesh give my mom a hard fuck in to her ass also. After that night maa nowadays sleeps with Mukesh regularly. Sometimes she spend 1 or 2 complete days in mukesh’s home. My father now sleeps with his friend Trinath uncle in his house because Mukesh comes to sleep with maa every alternative day. She is believing that my father is not well enough to handle her and take care of her or even give her pleasure either by financially or by sexually. But we don’t give any house rent to Mukesh and he is bearing all my education expenses also.

(END)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mother fucked by Uncle







I'm 19 years old boy from a small family. Mom dad and myself. I was studying for my examinations when this incident was happen. My dad is an engineer and was working at abroad and coming only once in two years. He is having medium size body and in his mid 50s. But mother, Sulochana is just 38 and still having very lusty figure. She is very fair in color and a typical Indian lady with plump body. Her gorgeous figure was around 40/34/44. And her butt was the sexiest assert she had. It was so soft and round and was jiggling with her every move. She had nice belly with lot of flesh in it and had deep round navel. And her boobs were bit sagging due to her age but was so big and round. She normally wears sarees and her sexy navel was open in most of the time. And it was not a secret that most of our neighbors were targeting he big butt and was dying to fuck her. But none of them had a chance even to touch it.

Now back to the story. Couple of months ago, one of my dads friends came from abroad and visited us. His name was Pravin and was a very talkative person and became very friendly with us. And he became a frequent visitor of our home. He used to bring me gifts and used to talk with mom for hours. And I noticed him using double meaning jokes with mom and touching her body. Mom ignores him each time and heard warning him not to exceed limits.

One day I went to one of my friend's house to study and told mom that I'll be returning on next day. But there was a power failure at his place and I returned home around 10.00p.m. without informing mom. When I reached home I saw the main door was closed and most of the lights were off. I thought that mom was sleeping and I did not want to wake her up. So I used my extra key and came in. There was an empty glass in the living room and saw half burned cigarette in the ash tray. So I understood that Pravin uncle had come. But then I saw very strange thing. The saree which mom was wearing on the evening was on the floor. I was wondering why mom left it there. Then few feats away, I found out her torn blouse. There I understood something is happening. Then I went towards moms room and found out that it was locked from inside. And I heard hissing sound of mom.

I peeped through the keyhole and almost got stunned by the seen. Mom was there inside the room. And uncle was holding her tight and pressing her against the wall. He was trying to kiss her and she was moving her face away from him. She was on her bra and petticoat. I clearly saw her breasts pressing against uncle's chest. I was about to shout but was stunned by seen her bra covered boobs. So I wanted to have look at them and wait till uncle uncovers them.

She wanted to get away from him. But he was well built man with strong body, so it did not work. She began to beg him and said "Oh please Pravin, please don't do this to me. I'm married, and I'm a mother. Please, this is wrong".

But he was not in a mood to let her go. He said "Sulochana, dear all that you said was correct, but there's nothing wrong here". "Come on dear, first of all you are a lady ... Lady of this house who needs to be loved by a man"

By telling this, he undid the knot of her petticoat and it felled down making her almost half naked with only pink panty and the bra. Uncle squeezed her huge butt over the panty. And he put his hands on both sides of the panty and lifts it by holding its hem. With that, the back side of the panty got disappeared in-between her butt cheeks and her butt flesh was visible to me. Mom let out a moan when the panty pressing against her ass hole.

Mom's back side was towards the door, so on the back side every activity was clearly visible to me. He started to press the whole butt of my mother. He started to pump one part and a large amount of flesh was squeezed away from his grip. He tried to cover all the fleshy portion of her GAAND (butt) and madly pumping all through. In the mean time her panty got stuck more and more in-between her butt cheeks and rubbed tightly on her gaand hole.

Mom seemed getting aroused by his act. Her resistance seemed to be getting reduced. By doing this, uncle put one hand on her bra and undid it. Mom moaned again and tries to resist a bit. But He was on control. And he turned her round and started pressing her boobs by putting his arms from back.

Oh my god! I haven't seen such big boobs ever in my life. They were so nice and round and seemed to be soft. She had dark brown round nipples. He kept his arms under her armpits and started squeezing her big breasts. Mom was unable to bear the feeling and was trying to remove his arms. His palms were not enough to keep those biggies. He got mad with the feeling and pressed moms breasts so hard making her scream in pain.

Mom got weaker with his acts. And he understood it was the best time to take her to bed. On the bed he again started licking her boobs. Then his attention was changed into her hairy armpits. He was licking the hair of her armpits while holding her hands over her head. He lifted his head for a while and said, "Oh Sulochana, your armpits are so salty. Yes dear, those are real womanish armpits with lots of smell."

I got even harder by hearing those words. He then came down on her body and stopped at her fleshy belly. As I told you earlier, mom have typical Indian belly with deep round navel. Mom got aroused by his touch and started struggling. Uncle put his tongue in her deep navel and started moving it round. While doing this, he put his hand on her panty and started pulling it down. Mom was afraid by that, and tried to hold it. She was trying to hold her last protection. But the luck was on uncle's side as usual. It did not take much time for her panty to fly over.

Finally mom got naked, first time in front of another man. She was in shy and tried to cover her asserts by her hands. Her choot was all cover with hair. Uncle stared enjoying her and his tongue was running on each and every part of her sexy body. He acts as a child how got a ripe fruit. And he thought that it was the time to go for the ultimate act.

Uncle sat on mom's body and started removing his cloths. Once he removed his underwear, his big lund came out like a pressed spring. Oh my god! It was the biggest lund that I have seen ever. It was near 8 inches long and thick with a huge reed top. Mom even got so afraid by seeing it. Her mouth got open and I saw her fear from her eyes. She was even afraid to look at it and turn her face to a side. "Oh no...." came out of her mouth.

"What's wrong Sulochana. Haven't you seen a lund before?" uncle asked her. "Oooo...hhh No... It's so big." She moaned. "How big is your husband?" Uncle asked while rubbing the lund on her thighs. Mom felt shy and turned her face away. "Tell me Sulochana. How big is he?" He asked again. "Mmm....h o...h not as big as you. Just half of your size" She moaned. Uncle got even aroused by hearing it. And He tried to insert in. But mom got afraid and tightens her legs. And begged him not to do so. "Oh please Pravin. Don't do that thing to me. It's so big and will hurt lot" she cried. "Shhh Sulochana. Come on dear! Don't be afraid. Be my dulhan for this night" He whispered. By the time, mom had no powers. He easily parted her thighs and started guiding his monster to its target.

"Oooh no it hurts" mom cried in pain. But by the time, uncle was deaf for her cries. I saw his monster disappearing in-between her thighs. And mom screamed loud. Uncle slowly started going up and down. And mom let out a moan with each stroke. Her big boobs started to jump up and down. Once uncle reached the bottom of her choot, he started giving her deep strokes. Mom was struggling with both pain and pleasure. She was unable to hold any more and begged uncle to slow down. But he got more and more aroused by her cries. It was so hot seen to watch their naked bodies struggling on that bed.

Finally uncle was about to finish. Mom also understood it and begged him to take his lund out. But he was deaf for her cries. And he tighten her to bed and with a hard deep stroke, he started to cum inside her. Mom let out a deep and loud moan and felt on bed helpless. After that everything remained calm and uncle rolled away from her body.

Mom got up from the bed and immediately she bend down with some pain. It seems that uncles huge member had done some interesting operation inside her. I saw her pussy hair was shining with his semen. And some was still oozing out of her hole. She went to bathroom to get clean up. Uncle was on bed having a cigarette. When mom came back, she started getting dress. She was putting some effort on wear her panty and while having a look at it, uncle got hard again. He lean towards mom and pull her on him by holding her panty. This time mom shown less resistance. She just said "Oh no, not again". By the time she understood that there's no result on begging on this hungry man. So he had the opportunity to get whatever he wants from her.

This time uncle spends even more time enjoying mom's sexy naked body. Mom became a doll on his hands. She started her usual painful moans. But with less resistance on this time. And the ending was almost the same. Mom's hole again got filled with his hot cream. This time, mom did not bother to get cleanup. Or rather she was too tired to go to bathroom. Uncle hugged her tight and they went to sleep. I was also honey and went to backyard and masturbate twice and wait there. And I felt sleepy.


After that, it became normal act of mom. And uncle used to come on day time when I was away. Within 5-6 months of that incident she became pregnant again. Pravin uncle then started to live in our house as her husband. Later I came to know that my dad already had an affair with an American woman in aboard. He had already decided to divorce my mom. Pravin uncle knew the incident because he was working with him. Joining an Indian company when he returned to India, he came to our house just to worn my mom about my dad’s affair. But when she saw my mom he was attracted to her. My mom’s big breasts and big GAAND made him mad. He then decided to take my mom to bed by any means. Later after fucking my mom for the first time he decided to have her permanently.(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

PLAYING WITH ONE LOVELY COUPLE



Last year turned into a very interesting one for my wife and me. It started out as a conversation about different persons and couples. I didn't really think it would happen as we had never done anything like that before.

My wife Renu 32, is seven years apart in age to me. She with dark brown eyes has whitish skin, small mounds which have pointed nipples, and hips and legs to die for! She truly turns heads quite often when we are out in public. From my adolescence I had been charmed by lovely ladies and seeing such a wife I nearly fell on bed.

Soon I found she had talents and would like forbidden pleasures when I initiated at proper time. She had beautiful love flower and had always given me real pleasures of woman. During our sessions she would tease me naming a woman. Her provokes made me especially harder and speed up the pace. The other thing I noticed was that she would cum when I also began describing her with a particular handsome manly movie star.

We were swiftly opening with each other while playing these fantasies and after few months when I told her about my pre-marriage affair with one girl, she didn't jump from bed. Later one night when I made her to imagine going to hill station with her ideal star, she amid many Ifs' and Buts' confessed that just a year before her marriage an neighborhood man had come very close to her. That confirmed my belief she was not virgin at marriage, though didn't have a whole lot of experience.

So now I knew that the thought of other really excited her. Still, one way or another, she would let me know that while she enjoys listening to my fantasies, she would not think of making it a reality. Once she said that there are no really nice couples or guys out there.

Another time she mentioned that she actually could image letting some very trusted and respected friend see us only, of course in a right situation.

So I felt there could be one way to materialize any thing like this. Some right situation with a right people but nothing would come out of it.

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That day! I came home hearing Renu to tell me a new young couple had come in our neighboring flat. At night during our play she teasingly told that the woman was very nice and had a lot of compliments about her hair, face, and eyes. I asked if she was nice looking? Renu told me she had a pretty face and huge breasts.

Two months passed as the two ladies got to know one another quite well. It wasn't long before we all met, started going out together. Their ages were- Sujay Sil 32 and his wife Ruma Sil was 29. He was really a big guy compared to me. At 5'7" he probably was about 75 kg, quite muscular, not a chuckle material but physically fit and a nice guy.

One particular night at dinner in a restaurant the ice was broken while comments been brought up about a lady sitting with her husband in a nearby table Apparently this woman was in her early 30's and was quite flirty with the man. Renu told Ruma she should wear something low cut and show off her to draw the attention on roads. We all teased Renu that she must have been looking a lot to know so much. My wife turned red faced but quickly recovered. We all giggled!

Of course as more alcohol went in men Sujay began becoming more vocal and dick size of the man besides that lady came up. We all three looked at him with strange eyes but no one seemed to mind that. Soon Renu in double meaning bragged about mine as Ruma called Sujay even elephant on bed!

After dinner we invited them over to our house and sat on the back deck and continued to talk. The conversation came up about Ruma's big breasts. Sujay suggested to her, "honey, why don't you just go ahead and show them those sweet things"?

Ruma was leaning back against Sujay. On repeated insistences by her husband and our eager eyes she roved her sari from blouse to show her huge mounds straining against the fabric. I gave my approval instantly but Sujay said that if she wanted to oblige this is the way it is done! And before she could protest he had opened buttons of her blouse revealing her mounds coming out of bra.

We all nervously laughed. Sujay was excitedly looking at her. I looked meaningfully at my wife. She after many hesitations reached underneath and removed her sari from her mounds and then slowly opened buttons of blouse – one by one. Her solid small beautiful rounds evenly countering bra cups were before us. Sujay and I held our breath. Both ladies were truly the best looking things in those moments.

The women slowly buttoned the blouses and held sari properly over their mounds.

The talking continued and eventually I confessed to Sujay and Ruma that we had been having conversations about them since they had come here. Sujay had always been a bit more sexually aggressive. He pleaded to see Renu's breasts one more time. Renu with my insistence began obliging him again. Once bra was exposed, I went down at her back and unhooked that and slowly removed cups from the rounds leaving straps hanging over her shoulders. Then I slowly began pressing her mound by my palm.

Every face had turned heavy.

Sujay suggested I should take her nipples in my lips. His wife curiously got up and switched off the tube light leaving only the kitchen bulb to lightly illuminate the room – and then I began sucking and biting the nipples back and forth.

Renu gradually began sinking with extra ordinary shudders. Sujay turned toward his wife and asked her to open his pants and pull him out. Ruma looked at me in dilemma but I waved a light kiss at her. She then slowly moved her hands towards his jip. As she slowly took that out, I could see Renu's eyes wide at the huge dick Ruma had in her fist. His juices were flowing over Ruma's fingers. At one point I could see that he was about quarter more of length as me, much more thick and muscular!

Sujay's mouth was open now and was panting. He slowly pressed head of his wife towards his pole. Ruma bent down and kissed the shaft and then with more pressures from her husband's hand she began taking that in her mouth.

I wasn't sure how far things would go. He was constantly looking at Renu who had almost closed her eyes amid trembles, I was giving her. While Ruma was sucking him he looked at me and said, "Can I talk with your wife for a minute...?" I didn't have at least negative expression in my eyes. He pulled up Ruma and held hand of my wife. That was followed by a quiet snicker by all three of us.

I became tense as Sujay gently dragged Renu and took her behind the curtain that separated dinning room and Ruma came to me. But I was swiftly put to ease feeling Ruma's brand new mouth creeping on my cock. . I took the opportunity to feel her massive breasts for the first time and was amazed at how big they were.

Looking at the curtain I could hear their murmur and kissing sounds. This went on over five minutes till I became uneasy and called Renu.

Renu emerged with her open bra straps hanging over her shoulders and lips wet. Sujay called Ruma and she went behind that curtain. I whispered to my wife, " Are you ok? " She said, "hhhuu ..... ummmm!. Then guided her to lie on the carpet ; I got on top of her and began to fuck her hard. Again, Ruma and Sujay took our lead and began fucking in dinning section.

It was amazing as one after the other orgasm triggered. Sujay's breathings were much harder than any one's. He than began to whine furiously. It was obvious he was cumming in Ruma's pussy. My wife's hips began mashing against me doggie style : Her moans told she was cumming. I began to shoot my load deep inside my wife. It was the most intense orgasm I'd in quite some time.

We all lay around for a few minutes and eventually got dressed and didn't talk much .

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Renu and I realized we wanted to have fun, but not ruin great relationships. So the restrictions we came up with were no kissing and no intercourse with the other couple. But, that was all about to change!

Our next experience started out during Sunday picnic in zoo as everyone was dressed quite romantically and was in mood. Ruma's large breast were very much showing off in her black transparent sari over the blouse that was low cut , seemed wind just blew her nipples out. I could feel that my hands were searching their way to her blouse. My wife Renu wore green high top kurta with white salwar and white strap sandals were showing off her new pedicure. Sujay had eyes only at my wife. Every thing looked great!

After few rounds around bird's area we decided it was time to go back for what was an obvious reason. On the sidewalk I touched Ruma's hips. My wife Renu caught me off guard but just smiled. We decided for Sujay's house this time.

At their house he set the mood by turning on the TV, but with the sound down, and stereo with soft music. The conversation turned quickly to the last experience as I really concentrated over Ruma till she got up to make out drinks –harder for men and softer for ladies.

My wife Renu nudged me and asked me to follow her announcing we would be right back. She took me into the bathroom and asked me what I had in mind? I told her what ever she was comfortable with ; was ok with me too. Renu said, "Ok let's just keep it at talking!" I told her that was fine with me, but again this was all about to change. I caught her in my arms and we had an exquisite kissing and embracing session.

Once we returned we held our breath at the sight. Sujay and Ruma had already lost all their clothes as they lay naked together side by side on carpet. I could view entire Ruma naked and Sujay's already fat cock almost erect over his stomach.

We couldn't hold any more and took their lead and got undressed only to lie near them. Ruma pulled Renu's hand in her's. This went on for some time and then she gave her hand in her husband's hand. We all lay like that and then Sujay got up and walked across the room towards the TV.

Sujay turned off the stereo and placed an adult CD in player and then re-joined us on floor. Sujay and I were treated to a lady on lady show as suddenly Ruma kissed my wife and each took turns kissing each other. We guys held our cocks in our fingers. Once done, Sujay pulled Renu and his wife Ruma crawled over to me with those huge jugs swaying back and forth. She took her mouth straight to my cock and as smoothly as she could do. Ruma gave great lips over the shaft but couldn't nearly push it down her throat as deep as my wife Renu could do.

I also noticed Ruma had a bit of a freaky side to her because the more I pushed on the back of her head, the louder she would moan. I looked over – Renu had her legs spread wide like flower and Sujay had buried his face between them. Sujay was talking to her between licks.

This turned my wife to quiver wildly. Ruma was wonderful to me. My wife and Sujay switched places and she began to give him lips there. He titled his head back and made deep whines. I could tell Renu really loved him because she was taking her time kissing his shaft and balls, then forcing the last inches down her throat.

My cock went harder. Ruma then lay back as I sucked on her large breasts, one from the other and stuck a finger up insider her at the same time. She really seemed to be getting into this combination. I kissed down her soft stomach and then chance came for the first time to see between her legs in TV illuminations aided by the distant little bulb in kitchen. Her glistening lips were redder and her clitoris enlarged. She had longer lips with small hair; I ate her out like it was the last one on earth.

I was caressing her stomach and thighs while licking all over between her legs. She could not move much in her position but I saw her hips and waist wriggling. When I reached further up and grabbed one of her mounds, she yelled and tried to stop me by pushing her hands over my head. I raised me over my elbow and pulling on her pubic skin with one hand made her clitoris more exposed, and started to gently press and move its little head side to side with the other hand.

Soon she began shivering over the carpet. Sujay heard this as he was using his finger tips to caress Renu's back. Ruma got up over her hips and staggered a bit from the hard orgasm she just had.

Half sitting over the carpet she stopped me by her hands and asked if anyone wanted water or any thing. Looking at each other we all walked into the kitchen following her to take a short break. She smilingly pulled two beers and gave one to each of men and then pulled Pepsi cans for ladies.

Sujay with beer can in his hand went to one of dinning chairs and pulled my wife over her lap. While sitting there Renu shyly adjusted his erect rod between her thighs. I pulled Ruma and put my lips over her mouth which was full with Pepsi. I sucked all liquid through her lips. While this was going I saw Sujay making Renu suck beer from can in his hand. Noticing me looking at her Renu shyly got up from his lap and came to me.

Sujay and Ruma returned to the couch and my wife again asked me if it was ok? I told her I was having fun, what about her? She didn't speak. I sat over the chair and pulled her over my lap and began kissing her neck as a first timer.

We returned to the room and saw that Sujay already had Ruma on carpet and had begun fucking her hard. I mean really hard! Sujay smacked her hips by dozen or so pumps into her.

My wife and I got down on the floor beside them and I fucked Renu on her back bringing her legs way back so I could get maximum penetration.

Then suddenly I felt Ruma's hand was slowly caressing my back and was frequently touching my balls as I fucked Renu. Sujay had been looking into Renu's eyes as he fucked his wife. Soon every one seemed to have dissolved limits and controls. I whispered to Renu "He seems always looking at you. If you have any thing in mind for him?"

She didn't speak and looked back at me. She had a look of lust on her face as I continued to whisper. She looked away for about three seconds and then made a heavy glance at me. Her lips had dried so I kissed them wetly till she removed her mouth and again looked deep in my eyes.

I whispered, " Darling ...... If you want to go to him .... Kiss me? "

Not looking any where she slowly kissed me.

We could still hear Sujay slapping away at Ruma's back. My heart was beating fast as I couldn't believe this was actually happening but from the volume of my cock I was good and ready for any thing imaginable or otherwise.

I pulled my shaft out of Renu and with little provocation of me she rolled over to Sujay and extended her hand over his legs near the wide base of his shaft. Sujay suddenly felt her and saw what had come to him. He remained baffled for a minute and as Renu poked her fingers further he pulled his huge mass out of Ruma and lovingly caught Renu by her waist. His cock furiously wet by sticking fluids struck over her things.

Ruma seemed baffled for a minute seeing lady drifting in her husband and then slowly rolled towards me. I pulled her softly in me and put my lips over her's. I was skeptically looking at my wife nesting in his arms. Ruma then whispered in my ear, " Don't look there like this ..... He won't run with her!" And then went down on me again to take that in lips.

Sujay gently held my wife by her hips and turned her around. Understanding his desire, she in hesitation turned around on all fours and got down on her elbows. He began rubbing his cock up and down her slit. She was twisting her lips in the cushion on floor even before he entered her. I quietly turned Ruma over and after some moments of a pure pleasure moved her to side and then our mouths were locked together. Ruma was indeed a great kisser!

I'm sure it lot had to do with all the passion going on. I had no problem entering Ruma as she was slippery and was recently taken much thicker cock of her husband. Ruma began to rock back and forth moaning inside my mouth and I grabbed on to her hips cheeks really going in her pussy.

I had lost track of Renu when I heard a familiar slapping noises to see her mouth wide open, eyes tight closed while taking from behind. She had not for years had made that many noises. Sujay's body slapped up against my wife's saccharine hips making them bounce all around. It was more erect in Ruma at my wife's act like this, I must admit.

He moistened one of his fingers and started to insert it in her back hole. That got me a little nervous – my wife, unfortunately, had never liked that. I had tried it few times but she strongly denied it. She pushed his finger and moved her hips away saying between her breaths: - "No, please...not this." This certainly pushed me over the edge and I brought Ruma's legs over my shoulders and fucked her as deep as I could and slowly moved a finger in upper zone of her back hole. Of course I wanted to give her something to think about later too, and apparently it worked because later Sujay told me he hadn't heard his wife that loud in a long time.

Ruma and I were first to get off which I shouted "aaaeeiiiii ......" And I knew I was shooting load in Ruma as she was Sujayently shivering.

The adjoining slapping sounds were as hell. She was painfully yelling out in long consecutive sounds. Sujay was telling her he was going to cum. . . .

Sujay yelled, "aaaeeeehhhhhhhhhh"!!! and started in my wife's pussy, she was moaning "eeeiii .... sseeeiiiii ... eeeeuuuuu ... "!!! He was hunching her hips even higher in the air pulling on the side to get him deeper. She seemed to last so long and intense.

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We all laid there for five or more minutes catching our breath without saying a word . Later we just watched TV. Sujay and I took turns tickling ladies backs, irrespective who belonged to whom. An hour after called it the day.

At home we both were avoiding eyes from each other and we remained like that till next evening when Sujay came and we two had drinks. During all that time he had eyes over my wife whenever she came to serve or passed nearby, although she was strictly avoiding her eyes from him!

Sujay later told me he had privately jacked off to my orgasm. I however hid from him that I had been only thinking about it.

Since then my wife and I have not talked about it but had many great sessions with each other.

We however not willing to play again – at least in near future!
( END)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

My Innocent Mother And Me



I am from new Delhi……my name is Anil….. I am 21 years old…..in our house I have my mother and my 2 sisters ……one is married and the other is always at home……. mother was 40 at that time…I was 15 …… our earning was only my fathers service pension money…….. my mother looks young….. little big butts and normal size breasts……… when she walk in the streets every body looks her…….I am the only male in the home……….our uncles ware also helping us with money.
The incident took place when my sister returned from the hospital for her 1st delivery………… after one week when her husband left…… me and my mother was attending her in our house....we had only two rooms…..we kept my sister in one room and both mom and me started sleeping together in the other room. My sisters husband kept one nurse to look after my sister in the day time…….7th night nurse came and gave some medicine to my sister and left our home .We closed the door and started sleeping……in night I have a pain in my lund………. I don’t know what happened…………I sat and see my lund, it felt little swelling…………I called my mother and told her I have some pain in my lund……. she put the light on and told me to show her……… she saw the foreskin swelling……….. she remove the foreskin down she saw an ant bite the skin……. it is sticking…… and she found some white powder type in side my lund…….she asked me are you cleaning your loud every day………. I said… no……….she called me come to toilet…….we went their…………… she washed mine…………then we slept together.

In the night I could not sleep…………I called my mom......it’s still paining……….. she told…… no problem try to sleep, I am trying to give you some relief…….. she hug me and removed my pyjama down…… hold my lund and started giving message…….it got erect and stand straight. Immediately she stop messaging……………I hold her hand and told her to continue………… she was ashamed and told…. No….. enough…. pain will go quickly………I hold her hand tightly and begged her to continue the message for few more minutes……… she sat on the bed and started giving messages up and down……… I could not control the different pleasure that I never felt in my entire life…… she did about 10 min…….. suddenly semen jump out and wet her hand and shoulder……she asked me… now ok……….. I SAID… OK……. she went toilet and clean her hands.

IN the mid night again it erected……….. I HOLD my moms hand put it on my lund …..she hug me from my back and hold my lund………her boobs touching my back…………she start masturbating with her right hand saying your father’s one was also like my one…………I said thanks . Second time when she release my semen, It was s nice sleep afterwards.

Next day morning I wake up late and went to the kitchen……… she was making tea…….. I went their and hug her from behind and kissed her from the back of her neck ……..she asked your pain gone…… I told her a little is their………… then my sisters husband came to see his wife and his baby………..after he returned to his home………. mom stared cooking………in the afternoon she took a bath and had food……..then we started watching T.V…….a hot English movie was running…………a very hot sin came…….the hero was fucking the heroine………I got excited and I hold my moms hand and started rubbing it on my lund over my pajama…….she understood my plan and told… no……not now…. in the night only .

At night after my sister and the baby went to sleep and the day nurse was gone…….. she closed the door of our room…………she sat on the bed told me to lay on her lap….. I did…….she lift her blouse and braw up……..come…… she whispered in my ear……….I stared to shuck her nipples……first the right breasts and then the left………. again the right breast…….she moaned in pleasure……. I kissed her on her lips….. she also kissed me back…….. Putting her hot tongue in my mouth and playing it with my tongue…….she removed my shirt after few minutes of hot kissing and told me to remove my pajamas………she removed her sarry…… now she was on her petticoat……… … I removed her half open blouse and bra……… we hug together and felt each others body heat……….now on the bed she put her right leg on my left leg……. hold my lund and rub it on her pussy for 2-3 minutes…….she again kissed me……told me lay on her top…..I put my leg on her both sides...... she role up her petticoat holding my lund in to her pussy………she then told me to come inside her…I could not understand…..I asked how………she said put your lund in my hole and enter inside me……. I did…..then she said……ok now fuck me……. I did for about 15 min……. I sprayed my hot semen in to her pussy…..she told me that after 1 years of my fathers death now this the time for her to enjoy.
After that incident every day we fuck each other…..last 6 years we are doing that….. now a days her pussy is not so lubricated….that’s why we put honey on it before fucking….. I also suck her pussy every day . one day she was in the kitchen doing cooking…… I went near…… hold her breast from behind……. pressed them and kissed her neck……….I LIFT her sarry up and rub her pussy with my middle finger……..she made me sit on a small stool…….. she removed my pyjama………. put little oil on my lund………then she inserted my lund in to her pussy and started pumping moving her huge butt back and forth…….. .after some time I carried her to our bed……then I fuck her mercilessly…… she enjoyed every bit of it. We are still continuing our fucking…….she was a good mother before now I have found that she is a good fucker too……..she said she is not feeling my fathers absence because of me….just few days a go I came to know that I was not her real son…..I was an adopted one. I came in this world because of an illegal relation between my father and a house maid.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Bed Room Eyes


Part 1

This is real life incident, which took place nearly 45 years ago during the period when war between India and Pakistan took place. I was around 12 years of age then and witnessed the whole incident with my naked eyes for nearly 4-6 hours right form the late evening to wee hours of the morning. I lost the count of time, as I was so engrossed into it with feeling of pain, anger, disgust and excitement. My Father was a clerk in Forest Department of UP government in a place Called Chilla in Hardwar District. This place is very beautiful and scenic and our small colony consisting of mostly forest and hydel people was situated just besides a big dam. Our house was situated on the outer periphery of the colony beyond which was deep and dense jungle. It was an old British style bungalow with 3 rooms, courtyard, verandah and lot of space for garden and lawn on which mostly wild variety of trees and bushes were standing. There were lot of bushes, wild plants and sapling all around the house. My family consisted of parents and younger brother who was around 6 years at that time. In the night there will be blackout due to war and all the people will go inside their houses just after sunset.
My mother was a lovely and religious lady. Her complexion was whitish but her features are very sharp. With long legs and good height she was really stunning. Compared to her my father is quite ordinary looking and only 2-3 inches taller than her. At that time my mother was around 36-37 year of age. Her body was well developed and proportionate. Her chuchi’s (Boobs) were of medium size but looked very firm and round. She had a very perfect ass which attracted lot of attention.


One day my father returned home in a very tense and worried mood. Though I was quite young I could still make out that he was drunk and staggering. He looked very tentative and nervous. He was getting irritated now and then and will shout on us even on very small and trivial matters. My mother was trying to calm him down and was asking what has happened. She took him inside the bedroom and closed the door from behind instructing us not to go out of the house and to play inside without making any noise, as father was ill. I could not understand what was going on and why he was so nervous. I began to play with my younger brother and forgot about them. After nearly one hour my mother came out and straight away went to the kitchen. I could make out her face was dull and she herself was looking very down and her eyes were moist. As she went to the kitchen I peeped inside and I saw my father sleeping on the bed.



In the night when we sat for the dinner my father still looked like a very worried man and was not even talking to us. My mother asked my father not to worry, as god will help us. He began to eat and looked as though he was not interested in food. My mother came near him and sat on his side and slowly began to talk to him.“ Don’t worry, I will do whatever you want me to do. Even though it is very difficult for me, but we have no choice as this job is very important. “ She said looking in his eyes and moving closer to him as she tried to soothe his feelings.
Father did not reply, he only looked in her eyes. He placed his hand on the shoulder of my mother as if trying to say thanks you to her. After that they did not talk even a single word as we ate out dinner quietly. After the dinner was over my mother took us to our room and made us sleep peacefully as always on our bed. Our room was just adjoining their room and there was a common door between the two rooms. They will always keep it open with only a curtain separating it from the outer drawing room. Few days passed of peacefully and my father also became less tense and was looking relaxed now. On Saturday when I returned form college I found my father at home and whole house looked very clean. It was around 1 o’clock in the afternoon. I was surprised to see my father at home as normally he will come after seven in the evening only. That day I saw that meat was being cooked in the kitchen and there were lots of fruits and sweets in the house.


I was very happy to see all those things and asked my mother, whether it was somebody’s birthday toady. She said no and told me that an uncle will come in the evening to our house for dinner. As she replied to my question I felt that her voice has become very weak and she was looking fearful as her face turned red. After eating all those things I went outside to play along with my friends. Time passed very quickly and it was around 7.30 pm in the evening and it was very chilly and fog has started to flow all around in the air. I saw surprised to see my mother that day as she wore a new light blue color sari with matching blouse. She has also put on some makeup and was sporting a red color lipstick. Even in make up she looked very tense and nervous. My mother was a pucca housewife who was not very literate but has learned all the etiquettes and manners of a small town. She was a 5’3” in height but very fair. She was a bit heavy around bums and had a few tires around her waist. But overall she looked attractive.


My father was sitting on the chair in drawing room and every now and then he will look towards the watch. Time ticked by as it was 8.30 now and outside there was very thick fog. Suddenly we heard a scooter coming and stopping just outside our gate. My father immediately got up and went outside the house. I saw my mother as she nearly ran inside the kitchen and closed one door on the kitchen. Then I saw my father entering with a Sardarji. He was around 45 years old very strongly built man with long beard but dressed very immaculately. He was holding 2-3 packets in his hand and also there was small air bag, which my father was carrying for him.



“ Sir, this is my elder son Arvind “ my father pointed a finger towards me and informed him very courteously.
He came near me and gave me a small packet and said “ Ajit this is a gift for you”. I took the packet and immediately opened it. There was small t-shirt in it for me. I got very happy on seeing it.
“Sir, Please come and sit here” I heard my Father requesting him very politely. Sardarji moved towards the wooden sofa and sat near the corner while looking all around the house.

“Ajit (my father name) please take this bag and keep it safely in your bedroom. We will need it later on in the night.” As he said this I saw his face turning cheerful as he smiled in a mysterious way towards my father.
As my father picked up the bag I saw his face blushing and with great strength he said, “ Yes Sir, as you say “. He went inside the bedroom and returned after 2-3 minutes. He sat near the Sardarji and began to talk in a very low tone. I was sitting at a distance and hence could not make out what they were saying. After few minutes I saw Sardarji taking out some papers form his pocket and after signing it gave to my father. Immediately after getting the papers I saw a big smile returned on my fathers face as he rushed inside the kitchen.
After a few minutes my father returned and said “ Sir, Sarla is coming in a few minutes. She is preparing tea for you”
“ Is Sarla Happy now “ Sardarji asked my father while trying to peep into the kitchen. “ I hope there is no change in plan as agreed before”



“Yes, Sir she is very happy and has asked me to thank you on her behalf” my Father replied to him as he shifted more closer to Sardarji.
“Don’t worry Ajit everything is OK as I promised you.”
“ Thank you very much Sir,” my father replied in a very submissive and begging tone.


“ Ajit have you arranged for the drinks and soda as I asked you”


“ Sir I have brought one full bottle of Peter Scott as advised by you. I have also brought soda and ice “ he replied.
Then I saw my mother coming out of room with tray in her hand. I could see her hands were shaking a bit and she was walking very consciously towards both of them. Sardarji turned his head as his lustful eyes examined her body. He was looking at her very lustily and his eyes were roaming all over her body. Seeing this my mother got more nervous and I thought she would run away form there. But some how she reached in front of them and placed the tray on the small table before them. As she bends a little to place the tray on the table I saw sardarji trying to peep inside her blouse form front. My mother also saw this and she straightened up and tried to cover her front with her sari while looking at my Father.


“Sir, this is my wife Sarla,” my Father said pointing towards my mother. My mother folded both the hands and wished him.
“ Sarla please sit down.” Sardarji asked my mother pointing towards the chair in front of her. My mother sat down hesitantly in front of him. As she sat down on the table my father turned around and said “ Ajit, Beta please go inside your room and study and also take your younger brother with you”



I did not want to go but had no choice. I took my younger brother with me and went inside the room. I tried to play with my brother inside the room but I was not enjoying at all as I wanted to sit with them. Position of my door was such that drawing room was blocked form view. I don’t know why but I went near the window and slowly opened it to make enough room so that place where they were sitting was visible. I peeped form the space between the two doors of the window. I saw them chatting and Sardarji was speaking in a soft voice. My father was nodding his head and mother was just sitting there and was not even looking in his eyes.
Then I saw my father turning towards my mother and saying something, as a reaction of which my mother just got up and shifted her chair near Sardarji. She was sitting close to him now and father was also near her. I do not know what Sardarji was speaking to them but when Sardarji placed his hand on the knee of my mother, she tried to adjust herself so that he will take his hand off but when he tried to move his hand up her legs she got up and immediately ran into kitchen.





This was something very strange for me. I could not make out what has happened but still understood that this was not normal. Then I saw my father standing up and going into the kitchen. After 2-3 minutes he returned with a bottle and 2 glasses in his hand. He placed it on the table and again went inside the kitchen. This time he returned with water, soda, salad and nuts. This was the first time I was seeing my father drinking in our house. Before that I have seen him drunk but never in our house he has done so. In a few seconds they both cheered and began to sip their drinks. They were slowly drinking it. I got bored and began to read story books when my mother came inside the room with the dinner thalis. She has cooked meat and other good food today and we both ate it very fast. After the dinner was over she gave us sweets to eat and by the time we were finished it was already 10 o clocks in the night.




After my mother removed the plates and other things my father came into the room and said that he is going to drop Sardarji in his house and since it was very late we should sleep now as we have to go to college in the morning. He made sure we have retired to our bed when he switched off the lights and silently closed the door. I heard the scooter starting and moving away form our house as I slowly but surely dozed off. I don’t know how much time has passed while I slept but I felt the great urge to pee. I got up form my bed and tried to open the door as toiled was outside the room. To my surprise it was locked form outside. I also noticed that the common door between our rooms was also locked very safely and also the window opening in the drawing room. As I was very desperate to pee hence I went near the second window behind our bed ,which opened on the back side of our house. I pushed it open and climbed out of my room in the open space outside the room. It was so dark and foggy . I turned around and started to pee. As I was facing my room I noticed that the light in the father’s room was on and also just near his room the scooter of Saradji was parked. I was surprised to see the scooter as Sardarji has left earlier. I slowly moved along with the walls towards my father’s room. I tried to open the window slightly and to my surprise its one door moved an inch. Curtain was there which I removed very carefully with my index finger so that I can peep inside . As I was trying to adjust myself outside the window I heard a small giggle which I immediately recognized was that of my father. I slowly peeped inside and got the shock of my life. I saw my Father sitting on the edge of the bed totally naked. He was facing towards me. I saw his very small tool hanging placid. My mother was sitting in the lap of Sardarji and her blouse was open in front with her boobs hanging out. Her sari was rolled over her legs up to her thighs and one hand of Saradji was inside her sari between her legs. He was moving his hand slowly and I could see her head swinging form side to side. She was moaning very loudly and was jerking her body in between. Her Chuchi’s (boobs) were also moving from side to side as she tried to control her emotions.


“ Aaahhh…. Saradrji aur mat karo yeah , bus” I heard her requesting him. He put his one hand on her left boob and pressed it hard while kissing the back of her neck. She still moaned loudly. She was trying to remove the hand of Sardarji from between her legs. But Sardarji was busy with one hand on her boob and one hand inside her rolled up sari. I think this went on for 2-3 minutes till my mother began to close her legs and swing her wildly form side to side. As her motions began to become more wild Sardarji found it difficult to control her. After a few seconds Sardarji removed his hand form under her sari and she immediately got up and sat just opposite to Sardarji with her back towards me. Sardarji smelled his hand and put one finger inside his mouth and licked it.
“Bhabhi ji aap to bahut namkin hai. Maja aa gaya” he said to my mother. She blushed and tried to cover her boobs with her saree pallu. I could see she was breathing very heavily.


As she moved away form him for the first time I saw the cock of Sardarji. It was very bushy, black and thick. He was holding it in his hand and slowly stroking it. His swollen knob was looking even bigger, throbbing in his hands. I can’t certainly say but it was somewhere between 7 and 8 inches long .



My initial surprise and anger gave way to excitement and fear. I have never seen my mother in that position before. I don’t know why but I felt very excited when I saw her sitting in the lap of Sardarji and moaning loudly. Her tits looked so beautiful with black nipples, which he was pinching. The very thought of seeing my mother sitting half naked on his lap made my blood run very swiftly through my veins.
I turned towards my father who was sitting near Sardarji facing the window. I saw his hand, which was moving up and down on his tiny shaft. I think seeing his wife being mauled by a Sardarji also made him hot as his cock was very hard and erect. But in comparison to Sardarji it was not much of a competitor. It was thin and around four inches only. As I was trying to come to terms with whole of the thing I saw Sardarji getting up and taking his clothes off. He removed his shirt and vest , exposing himself totally in front of both of them. Since my mother was not facing me I could not see her emotions. But I saw my father just watching his erect and hard cock. I think he was also surprised by the manliness of hic cock, which was pointing towards the sky. Then I hear the voice of Sardarji calling my mother,



“Sarla, come here” he told my mother asking her to come near him. But I saw her only moving a bit and then stopping . I think she herself was afraid and shy. Not expecting my mother to come near him Sardarji himself moved towards her and when he was just in front of her he said ,“aao na sarla….thora…..chooso na ” by pointing his cock towards the mouth of my mother . I saw her head shaking but he immediately caught her hairs and by bending himself a bit and in spite of her best efforts to resist, he forced it into her mouth. He pulled her hairs a bit forcing her to stand on her knees. He placed both of his hand on her head and began to make to and fro movement with his body. Now he was forcibly making her to suck his cock. Slowly but surely it continued for sometime till he removed his hand form her head as she began to suck as per his wish. Then I saw her placing one hand on his leg for support and with other hand she caught his tool as she was sucking and licking him slowly. Now and then I could hear soft moan escaping form mouth of Sardarji and he enjoyed her hot tongue.
“Ajit, Maja aa gaya. Tumari biwi suchmuch bahut achcha choosti hai , waahhh “ Sardarji said looking towards my father. I saw my father just nodding but his eyes were fixed on my mother who was sucking him. I could judge he himself was started to enjoy the show. Seeing his wife being humiliated gave him a sadist pleasure which was all there in his eyes to see. This exercise went on for few minutes and then Sardarji took his cock out form her mouth and asked her to stand up.
(to be continued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Bed Room Eyes


Part 2

Still holding his cock in her hand she stood up and he began to kiss her on lips and cheeks. Both of them were standing on the bed and kissing passionately. And then for the first time she turned around towards the window where I was standing. I saw her face was all red with desire and shame. Her lips were wet and her eyes were semi closed and Sardarji has aroused her feeling to no ends. I saw his hands moving on her chest pinching her boobs and nipples. His second hand was busy in removing her Sari. Still kissing her neck he began to disrobe her of her sari. With no great efforts he was able to remove her sari and then he took out her blouse and then he untied the nara of her petticoat.


My breath got heavier as I saw her petticoat slipping between her legs and falling on her feet exposing her chut (pussy) for the first time to my naked eyes. It had small hairs but was very beautiful. It looked swollen and her cunt lips were open. Her legs were very smooth and her thighs were big. As his hand moved towards her Chut (pussy) I saw her closing her legs and putting all her weight on him for support. His hand reached between her legs and I could feel a shiver running down her body as she tried to close her legs. But he did not gave her a chance as he began to play with the pussy lips, rubbing them between his two fingers. He was slowly teasing her as she was now again moaning loudly and shaking with emotions.


Then he put one finger inside her pussy as loud moans escaped her mouth,“aaahhh …. bus kijia na ji or saha nahi jata “ she said pleadingly . But he began to slowly stroke his finger in and out of her swollen pussy. As his speed increased I could see her loosing control over herself as she began to slowly bend forward. I think sensing that she was ready he put one hand on her neck from behind and forced her down on the bed till she was on all fours just like dog.



“Ajit , tum bahut lucky ho……..tumari biwi suchmuch e bahut sexy hai. I like woman with heavy buttocks.” He said taking position behind her and kneeling down. He put one arm under her belly and raised her ass a bit till the position was right for him to take action. Sensing all this I saw my father getting up and he came very near the edge of the bed. He was still stroking his cock, which was very hard and erect.
Then I saw him adjusting himself as he spit on his fingers and rubbed his saliva on his cock head. He spit again on his fingers and this time he rubbed it on the chut (pussy) of my mother. A moan escaped her mouth as she rested her head on the bed covering her face with her long hairs. Then I saw him placing his cock between her ass and adjusting with his hand. For a moment my mother put her face up and turned a bit , but immediately she put it down again on the bed as she felt the warmth of his massive knob. Then I saw him putting one hand under her belly as he pulled her back with his hand and himself moving forward. This action of his resulted in penetration as immediately face of my mother moved up looking I direction of the window and biting her lips between her teeth with ecstasy and carnal pain. Her fingers clenched the bed sheet as he moved inside her with one more stroke.








“Ahh, maa….. mar gayi, bahut mota hai ji apka lund to……. Dheere se kijia na ji” she said more in joy rather in pain. By now his cock was partially inside her pussy as he caught her belly with both hand and gave a hard push. “Aaaaaaa……,,dheere “ a loud and painful cry escaped her mouth as he stretched her cunt walls. She tried to move forward but he was holding her firmly. She wanted to get out of his grip but was unsuccessful. He gave another push and then another till he was finally buried inside her pussy. I saw her jerking her head from side to side as she tried to adjust to the pain and pleasure. “Keya kare bhabhi app bahut tight ho” Sardarji said with joy. He was feeling the tight pussy walls on his cock. He was buried deep inside her as he closed his eyes in joy. His hand were now stroking her ass slowly as he gave her time to adjust. I could see some pain on her face as her eyes became moist. She was continuously biting her teeth.
“ Ajit she is wonderful. Do bachche ki ma ho kar vi She is so tight. It has been so long since I fucked a tight pussy” Sardarji said to my father looking towards him. My father was seeing his cock buried inside her. He looked so hot and excited which was written all over his face. Then I saw him adjusting himself as he pulled back a bit and after 2-3 second gap he again stroked forward making my mother moan loudly. Then he placed both his hand on her ass as he began to stroke her slowly.



“aaaaa oooo mmmaaaa” as my mother moaned. He slowly began to stroke her to and fro while making her body move in a rhythm. Now her head was down as she felt the power of his trust. She was continuously moaning and jerking her head sideways. I watched his speed increasing and so her moans and joyful cries. IN few seconds he began to ride her with great speed as her whole body was shaking with his powerful thirst. This went on for 4-5 minutes as I saw them fucking each other with great speed. Then I saw her body stretching and jerking as orgasm build inside her. She hardened her body and was yelling very loudly and asking himto fuck her hard.



“Sardarji aur thora zor se maria na, “ she said as she began to hit her forehead on the bed.
“maaaaaaaaoooooooo…aaaaa gayiiiiii……..” escaped her mouth as she jerked like a wild animal. As she was jerking I saw Sardarji holding her tightly and fell on her back as he began to jerk on her body. I saw both of them yelling and shaking violently for 1-2 minutes as he came inside the same womb from which I was born. I turned towards my father I saw him moaning too as loads of cumm escaped his cock and fell on bed near them. They both watched him, as he cried and moaned wildly form the intense pleasure he derived form seeing his wife being fucked by a strong and thick cock.



My mother could not bear the weight of Sardarji for long and she fell forwards along with him on the bed. Sardarji adjusted himself to put his weight on his elbows so that she can breathe easy as they watched my father. She was still lying under him and he was slowly kissing the back of her neck. There was a silence for few minutes as all of them tried to control their intense emotions.





I stood there as I watched their body go limp. My hand was inside my knickers as it was playing with the small cock. My body temperature went up as I saw whole of the live action there. I saw my father sitting on the bed next to them and intently watching the face of my mother who was facing him sideways. I could not see her face but don’t know what they were seeing in each other’s eyes. Then I saw my mother lifting her hand a little and placing it on the hand of my father holding it tightly.

Sardarji got up and I saw his cock. It was semi erect and shining with the wetness of her cunt. He caught hold of her blouse , cleaned his cock with it and threw it back on the bed. He got down of the bed and went near the table lying in the corner. He made a small peg and immediately drank it. I saw my mother turning herself on the bed. She folded her legs and caught hold of the same blouse and placed it on her pussy hole. She sat there and began to put on her bra. I saw Sardarji opening the door of the bedroom and going out, I think to piss as bathroom was outside. My father also put on his pajama and went out of the room. I saw her getting up on the bed holding the blouse between her legs with her one hand ,as she picked up her petticoat with other hand. She got down of the bed and began to clean her pussy with her blouse. After a few seconds she put on the petticoat and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked so quiet and beautiful looking towards the door. As they returned she went out of the room.



“Ajit, your wife is so damn sexy. She is so hot and tight” I heard Sardarji saying to my Father, who just nodded.
“yaar ek-do peg aur bana abhi to poori raat baki hai” he said pointing towards the bottle while he put on his knickers.
He began to talk lewd about my mother as they began to drink. It was more than 15 minutes and she did not return , by that time he has already taken more than two pegs.



“Ajit you do one thing . You go and sleep but send Sarla here. She will stay with me till I leave in the morning” he said to my father.
I looked towards my father who was looking perplexed at his suggestion. But he could not say no as he went out of the room. I don’t know what happened between them but I saw her come alone in the room after half an hour. She was now wearing gown and also has done her hairs. From her looks I could say she was trying to control her tears as she came near the bed.

His face lit up as he saw her. She stood there for few seconds before walking towards the bed. He got up and closed the door firmly from inside. He caught her hand and tried to pull her towards him but she resisted and pointed towards the bulb. He went near the switches and put off the bulb. Now there was complete darkness in the room and I could not see anything.






In the next few hours till the dawn I stood there just listening. They did not sleep whole night . That night he used her like a bitch and made her do all sort of things which I could only hear. He told her about his fuckings and how he liked her when he saw her first time. I think after initial inhibitions she also began to open up with him. As time passed she became more talkative and I could hear her giggles, soft moans, cries and sometimes even lewd comments as she responded to his provocations. Standing there I was listening to them and could not believe what they were talking about.
Sardarji was telling her how it was his dream to fuck a motherly woman like her who have 2 -3 kids. Hearing this mother giggled and said “ kiu ji… avivi chuchi se dudh pineka adat nahi chor paye keya aap?
Once they were discussing about my father’s small cock Sardarji said “hume vul to nahi jaogi bhabi”. Mother said “itna bara lund koi vulta hai Sardardi” and they both started laughing.
While talking about me and my brother Sardarji said “tum agar meri biwi hoti to mai ab tak or do char bachcha paida karwaleti tumse”. Mother laughed and said “keya bol rehe hai Sardarji aap…. agar apke jaise pati hume milta to hum itne dino me eak pura foorball team hi paida kar deti.
I had always looked her as a simple and religious lady. But right now she was not more than a whore who was enjoying lewd and dirty chat with a complete stranger to her. Sardarji was a great fucker. He made a bitch out of a simple housewife.
(to be continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Bed Room Eyes


[i]Last Part[/i]

As I stood there playing with my small prick I heard her moaning loudly. I heard Sardarji asking her whether she was virgin before marriage. She did not reply to his question but he kept on asking her. She tried to avoid the question but in the end he forced her to answer it. To my surprise she said ,



“nahin, jis ghar mein kai mard hon wahan aurat aur beti kaise bach sakti hain. Mai to pandra sola me hi chud gayee the” . I was surprised by her answer. And then she told him something which even I could not believe. She said “sadi ke bad mera patidev ki koi khas income nahi tha or oh humare sasurji ke upor puri tara se nirvar the. Humare Sasur ji jo umar me mera pita saman the oh mera patidev ki garhajri me mouka dekh dekh ke kai bar hume chud chuke hai. I think her story made him too hot and he began to ride her shouting filthy words about her. Sardarji asked her while thrusting her very hard “bhabi agar mai tume uthwa lu to bura to nahi manogi. Apni pati or bachcho ko chor paogi tum mere liya”? I could not hear what she answered whispering because of the wet PLOP PLOP sound from her vagina and the jerking sound of their bed. After few minutes her moans became very loud and I was sure my father must have also heard them. This went on for whole of night till the wee hours of the morning. I slowly walked towards my room tired, exhausted, excited and angry.



I got up at around 11 am next day. I missed my college. When I woke up I found everything was quiet and normal. Father was not in the house. I went inside the kitchen and found her making food on the stove. She turned around and smiled and asked me whether I wanted tea. She did not even question me why I got up so late. I secretly watched her face. Her lower lip was swollen a bit. She has taken a good bath as she looked fresh but very tired . Her eyes lids were also swollen. I saw her face it looked so innocent and satisfied just as before but I knew now she has enjoyed a cock other than my fathers.



I went to bath room and saw her clothes hanging there. She has not washed them, I saw her panty and blouse. I took them in my hand I saw all the cumm and stickiness on them . I saw her white panty, which had a few small drops of blood on it. Sardarji’s big cock made her bleed………perhaps she never been fuck so hard with a large cock like Sardarji before. When I took bath and freshened up my self I saw her walking. There was a slight limp in her movement.
I myself was feeling very hot as I remembered all of the incident of the previous night. That night she slept with us on the same bed. She held me tightly in her arms as she slept very peacefully.


I have modified some of the actions which I saw that night as they may be bad in taste to narrate here. First time it was against her will as she was not mentally ready for it. Even my father cooperated with Sardarji to get her fucked. However later on she managed herself. But only thing I can say was she was fucked against her wish under pressure. I regret it even though I enjoyed. Manly Sardarji brought out a full woman out of her and only I know that she secretly enjoyed with him when she was alone with him.

(end)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mom Gives in



Our neighbor was a very modern woman, she would wear skirts and tight blouses which were a hot turn on for all of guys living in the colony. Every morning we would wait to see what she would step out wearing, and it wasn't just us young guys who watched her lustily but even the older men would be in every window. Aunty Sunita was married to a rich businessman who rarely was seen and was most of the time out of the country.

Sunita aunty was a very voluptuous woman with big tits and an equally big round ass. If one stood behind her and saw her swaying her ass, I promise you he would cum right there. The one good thing to my advantage was that aunty Sunita was my mom's best friend and she would come to our house very often. This gave me a sense of possessiveness as if I owned her just because we were privileged enough to have her in our house.

My mom is a housewife and I wondered what these two ladies had in common as Sunita aunty was outgoing and an extrovert while my mom was the opposite. But still they sat for hours chatting. My mom didn't have too much work as my father was posted out for the year and thus the two women had a lot of time getting together.

Though my mom dressed up conservatively, she was in no way less sexy than Sunita aunty. She matched her equally with her big tits and bulbous ass which protruded out of her sari. I had been lucky to get a glimpse of her fat thighs once but that was all. It had been too much for me and it was the object of my masturbatory sessions.

One night I wasn't getting sleep when I heard the door bell. I didn't want to get up since I heard my mom go for it. She opened the door and let in whoever it was, and then she came into my room to check if I was asleep and locked my door from outside. That got to me, why did she want me locked inside. My curiosity got better of me, so I opened the back door to my room which opened out in the backyard and sneaked out. Till then my mom had taken the guest to her bedroom, now that was odd too as no one goes there except our family members.

I came out, went around the house and peeped in from the corner of the window. I was shocked to see two guys sitting on my mom's bed. My mom was standing in front of them and then Sunita aunty came out from the bathroom. She was drunk and couldn't even walk straight tot he bed where she plopped down between the two guys.

She said to mom " We should have some fun when our husbands are away, it is the best medicine for loneliness."

I had a side view to the whole scene and could see one guy had already put his hand on her bare thigh. My mom just looked on as the guy spoke.

He said, "Bhabi ji agar mouj masti karna hi hai to der kis bat ki?……chalia sab milke suru ho jate hai."

With that the other guy laughed. He also put his hand on Sunita auntie's thigh and both started caressing her.

I was so taken aback that I stood stunned seeing Sunita aunty get fondled and my mom standing there and watching the fun. Sunita aunty unbuttoned her blouse, unsnapped her bra and as soon as her big tits were out the men sprang at them each holding one and squeezing them. The guy sitting on her left couldn't reach out for her boobs properly and diverted his attention towards my mom. He said “aya na bhabi…..itna lajuk hone se kayse maouj mast karenge humlogo se” and he pulled her towards him and hugged her tightly. Mom was hesitating. He then said “ab jaldi se apni chuchis (boobs) dikha dijia na bhabi. Mom did not say anything, she just stood there shyly. He then tugged at her sari, I thought my mom was going to hit him but she just stood there and un-twirled herself taking off her sari. She now was in her petticoat and blouse. My cock was hard and about to tear my pajamas as I watched some strange man stripping my mom. He then turned her around and lifted the petticoat to expose her fat ass, he was surprised that she wasn't wearing any panty and so was I. He said “Anita ji apka dost to pura gharalu mal lagti hai.” Anita aunty said “kiu tumko to pahele hi boli the ke aj tume eakdam sidha sadha gharelu or do bachche ki ma chudne ko milega”. “Thanks Anita ji” he said and slapped mom’s ass hard and my mom let out a moan. The man then looked towards my mom and said “chalia bhabi ab jaldi jaldi apni chut ki darshan karwa dijia.” Mom this time responded. She untied her petticoat string and let it fall to the ground. Then she opened her blouse and freed her braless boobs. My mom was now naked; I could see her big nipples, unshaven pussy and big pendulous ass. She looked heavenly.

Sunita aunty wasn't far behind, now she was naked too and was on her knees licking the first guys cock. She seemed experienced as she gulped his whole cock. My mom meanwhile waited as the guy's hand moved down over her back and over the shelf-like top of her enormous butt. The other hand was over her tummy, then over her big hairy pussy-mound. The guy then slowly spread her fat pussy lips, wet and luscious. He inserted two fingers in to her pussy and finger fucked her. He could take it too much neither could my mom so she sat on the bed. Then he took his face near mom’s large breasts, smelt her boobs for few seconds, then he said “ummmmm….fresh and jucy”. The guy then told her to suck his cock but my mom refused, even I felt bad.

The guy didn't want to lose the moment and told her to lie down on the bed. Till now Sunita aunty had finished sucking the other guy and he changed places, he came over to my mom and this guy went to get his cock sucked. Both the women worked as a team.

The other guy came over my mom, Sunita aunty took a break and came over to help and guide the man's hard cock into my mom's cunt. The man mounted her big body, slipping both his hands luscious butt and waited for Sunita aunty to guide his cock tip through the enormous cunt lips, all flooded now with warm wet pussy juice. His first thrust made my mom squeal with joy as he rammed his hard cock into her cunt.

My mom was whimpering " aaaaaaahhhhhhh aaaaaahhh dheere dheere," but the guy wouldn't listen. My mom’s tight pussy squeezed and sucked his dark dick right in.

She lifted her big butt to meet his thrusts. His balls were slapping her as hole as he got into a steady motion of in and out.

Meanwhile Sunita aunty finished sucking the second guy and got on the bed. She got on her fours and seductively lifted her ass high up, she wanted her cunt fucked doggy style. The second guy came up from behind her, parted her ass cheeks and slowly slipped his cock in to her wet sloppy hole. He gripped her waist and got busy.

This was a real sight my mom lying down getting fucked and Sunita aunty besides her offering her cunt to be fucked like a bitch.

The fucking went on for 10 minutes with both the women moaning as they got fucked, the room was filled with the grunts of the men and the oooohhhhs and aaaaahhs of the women. Both had big tits which were being thrown all over the place with the force of the fucking thrusts. It was my mom's fucker who came first. He shoved his cock right into her cunt and jerks 4-5 times till he had emptied his seed in to her stomach. The other guy pulled from Sunita aunty one last time into his pelvis and shot his load into her. All four disengaged and rolled onto the bed, I knew it was time to get back into my own room.

Once in my bed I barely touched my cock and my whole load came gushing through. I had ejaculated on the bed, what I had just witnessed was too much for me to handle. Just a few minutes later I heard the front door open, that was the guests and Sunita Aunty leaving. My mom came back, unlatched my door, checked if I was still asleep and then went to bathroom. She took a bath. After that she closed her bedroom door from inside and started changing the bed cover of her bed. While changing the bed cover I hard she was singing a hit hindi film song.I am waiting for the next time we have guests
(End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sharmila Succumbs To Curiosity


part1



Sharmila and her husband Ankit moved into a new town consequent upon his transfer and they picked this new apartment complex to live in until they could find a place of their own. Ankit was 33 and Sharmila 29 years old and had been married since she was 24.She had done a lot of research to find one of the better neighborhoods as her husband was now becoming established in a well paying job so they would be able to afford a nicer home than the one they just moved out of. Their marriage was good and although they didn't have any children, it didn't bother either one of them as Ankit wanted to establish his career first before settling down and raising a family. This was one of the reasons for the move. They both decided that it was about time for them to have children. They wanted both; a boy and girl, but would be happy with any combination that they would be blessed with. She was thinking of stopping taking birth control pills so as to pave the way for her pregnancy. The neighbors in the apartment complex were wonderful. Initially they were both reluctant to move into such a housing area because as a young couple they enjoy their privacy and knew that apartments were hotbeds of neighbor discontent due to parties and loud noises. This apartment on the other hand was quiet and all of the neighbors seemed to be older and more mature. This was a great place for them to live because of the company and safety. One of the neighbors; this story is about him; was a man named Vijay, who lived in the unit next to Ankit and Sharmila's. He was in his mid or late thirties and a quiet man. He was quite good looking;about six feet tall and fairly well built - dwarfing Sharmila's 5'5" frame though she was not diminutive herself. He appeared to be the quiet types keeping mostly to himself. His wife Ritu was vivacious and friendly and used to meet Sharmila very often.

They had a daughter about 6 years old. Sharmila's husband Ankit had talked to Vijay on occasion and they'd become pretty good friends, playing tennis, going to watch cricket matches once in a while. For movies all of them would go together and it used to be great fun. Whenever Vijay was around, he'd look at Sharmila in a different kind of way. He seemed to be "checking her out" whenever Ankit wasn't looking. This didn't bother her and she didn't feel threatened because he was always so nice and considerate to them. And besides, Sharmila worked quite hard to keep her body in shape, so it was somewhat satisfying to be appreciated. She would run every day, and workout, and watch what she ate. She had never thought about what it'd be like to be with a man because the life she shared with her husband was quite satisfactory and everything in their life seemed to be going well, including their sex life. However she was a person with a strong libido; one who required sex on a regular basis. She had also made a few friends on the net; both male and female and one gentleman who had regular relationships with girls besides his wife used to advise Sharmila to do so as well. Sex was never far from her thoughts and she treated it in a matter of fact manner. She used to be surprised when she read in the papers or saw in the movies how big an issue infidelity was made out to be. For Sharmila it was just another pleasurable activity. More so since it could be had with the person she loved; her husband. But she did not consider it wrong if her husband had sex with any other female and she applied the same rule to herself. With such ideas it was surprising that Sharmila was a virgin when she got married. She had worked in a reputed concern for a few years before her wedding and she had really enjoyed herself when the pre employment medical exam had taken place. She had not been coy in front of the male doctor at all and had willingly stripped and cooperated. As she was leaving she could distinctly see a bulge in the doctor's trouser and Sharmila had quietly stifled a chuckle.

The way Vijay looked at her when Ankit wasn't looking always made her feel special. It was at those moments that she again remembered what Ankit would at times say 'A wife should be so sexy that other people should get an erection when they see her and not the other way round.' And she used to laugh. However she saw to it that her pussy was always well shaped. The lips were almost always hairless as Ankit liked them. On the mound she did maintain some hair in different shapes at times a heart, at times a vertical line. Whenever she'd catch Vijay looking, he'd be having a big grin on his face and then just turn away. Sharmila took pride in her body, especially her firm breasts and thick nipples.

Occasionally Sharmila wore tight T-shirts and like most young women went without a bra at home. In flats privacies are not watertight and at times Ritu and Vijay had seen her like this. Ritu had been nonchalant and had perhaps not even noticed her thick nipples but in front of Vijay she would be somewhat embarrassed because she herself was aware that her nipples would protrude into tiny buttons visible on the front of her shirt. Though she could cover herself with a dupatta she never did.

One evening she was in the washroom doing the laundry. This was a chore that no woman likes to do, but was essential. She wanted to finish this task before Ankit got home from work. She had plans for the night, that didn't include doing chores. She'd been thinking about Ankit all day and was looking forward to some really good sex that evening. When she finally finished, she picked up the basket and headed to their balcony to dry the clothes. She could see Vijay standing in his balcony smiling at her. She was glad to see him and waved to him. He waved back. Only last week Ritu had taken her daughter to her parents place for about a month during the college vacations. Sharmila asked him to come over for dinner as he was alone.

He replied that he 'hated to eat and run', he should be going because he had an important meeting in the morning and he didn't want to be tired after a late night but that he would drop in for a little while. Things proceeded as usual. Ankit and she had a nice dinner after which he went into one of the back rooms to get a magazine that he had borrowed from Vijay. She got up from the table to begin the chore of doing the dishes. Vijay walked up behind her and put his hand on her ass and gave it a tight squeeze. She was surprised but couldn't help noticing that his hand nearly covered one of her cheeks. When she looked at him too dumbfounded to speak, he squeezed it again and whispered thank you again for the invitation. With that, he winked at her, turned and walked away. She was too stunned to react. It frankly left her disturbed but not in an unpleasant sort of way. After that it seemed that Vijay was always touching her when Ankit was not looking. She didn't mind and felt that it was his way of bonding with a friend. He would hold her hand, touch her bare foot with his toes or give a playful tug on her anklets. It wasn't sexual except for the time she had called him for dinner and he had fondled her ass, but it really didn't bother her. She didn't feel threatened by him. Perhaps because Vijay was likeable and she liked him.

One night the dinner did take place. Ankit said that he had had too much to eat and that he was going for a walk. He asked whether they would like to accompany him. Vijay said that he had to complete a project and hence would be going. Sharmila said that she couldn't accompany him just like that, bare footed. She had to look for her shoes. Ankit said 'Forget it, I will soon be back within five minutes so don't bother.'

As soon as he left, Vijay turned to her and put his hands on her shoulders and as she looked up into his eyes, he pulled her close to him and put his lips on hers. She'd been wondering what it would be like to kiss him, but that is about as far as the thought went until that moment. His lips were soft and warm. He felt so powerful as he held her and she could feel her resistance melt almost immediately. The kiss actually felt really good and just the thought of doing it, made it feel quite exciting. The kiss was not just a peck on the lips, but one that began to linger. She opened her lips and his tongue began to brush lightly against them. The soft sensuous feeling of his tongue sent shivers up her back. While kissing, he grabbed her hand and pulled it down between them placing it on his cock, which had become stiff and was probably the biggest cock Sharmila had ever felt in her life and she had not felt too many but it appeared to be among the biggest she had seen. She gave it a squeeze; a formal sort; after all what is a lady expected to do when her hand is on a cock. The first thought that went through her head was that she didn't know how Ritu could put this thing inside herself. She had once mentioned shyly that her husband was quite big there and that if Sharmila ever had to put it inside her she would know that sex with him unless one was extremely aroused was not so enjoyable. It was indeed bigger than what Sharmila had imagined. Ritu was right. After all he was her husband.

As they broke the kiss, he told her that he had been wanting to do that for quite some time. Sharmila blushed and remained kept quiet not really knowing what to say.

That night as she lay in bed with her husband, she couldn't help but think of the day's happenings. Ankit was asleep, but she was not even close to being tired. Sure, the intercourse that she had with her husband was good but doing it with someone else seemed thrilling. All the times that he had apparently inadvertently touched her and the winks he had given her were all beginning to mean something to her now. She knew that he and Ankit were good friends but the relationship between Vijay and her was different. There seemed to be more of a man and woman bond than just friendship. Although nothing sexual had happened, she couldn't help wondering if it would, now that he had put her hand on his cock. She couldn't start being unfaithful to her husband, especially now that they were planning on making a baby, but the thought of having sex with Vijay was now on her mind. Since it was Sunday the next day, she decided that she would talk to Vijay. With the desire that she now had, she decided that she'd let him fuck her just once and that'd be it. She couldn't do it with him more than that and she'd tell him. She had to see how that his cock looked like and what it was like inside her pussy. Ritu had been having fun with it for far too long and that too alone. Sharmila convinced herself that her intention was not to cheat on her husband but well just to figure out what another cock felt like. In her hand, mouth and pussy. What was the harm in being fucked just once by someone other than hubby! She asked herself. Impulsive, or over sexed, or anything but she just had to have a go at that, just once. With that, she fell asleep.

The next morning as she was preparing breakfast for Ankit, he told her that he would be away for a couple if days on business tour as he got the message early in the morning when she was asleep. She had some feelings of guilt for even entertaining the idea of making love to Vijay. The more she thought of it, the more the feelings were replaced with feelings of lust. By the time Ankit left for the business tour, she couldn't wait to see Vijay. As soon as Ankit was out of the door, she called Vijay on the phone and told him to come over to the house when he was dressed as she'd like to talk to him. He said that he would come over right away. She told him there was no hurry but he said that nevertheless he would come. About fifteen minutes later there was a soft knocking on the door. She was still in her nightie with nothing underneath and after apologizing to Vijay she made some coffee. She told him that she'd been thinking about the previous night and their friendship. She told him that she could see the way things were going and she really wasn't disappointed. With a knot forming in the pit of her stomach, she asked him if he'd like to make love to her. He looked at her with astonishment on his face, and said that it would be the answer to his prayers. She told him that she had been thinking about him also, but that he could only do it this one time. She didn't want it to happen ever again because she and Ankit were planning on making a family and sex with somebody else after she stopped taking pills would not be right.

When she got up to clear the table, Vijay came towards her and turned her towards him. Her back was against the kitchen counter. She looked into his eyes and could again see the look she'd seen before. She now recognized it as lust, as his lips lowered to meet her again. Vijay was wearing shorts and as they kissed, she reached between their bodies and could feel his stiff cock. Again she was amazed at his erection and her body began to tingle just thinking that in a few moments he might be attempting to push it into her pussy. Vijay reached out and pulled her robe open. She wasn't wearing anything underneath and his hand slipped down between her legs to the wet spot. She bent her legs slightly as his hand went between them. His middle finger immediately found her stiff little button and she almost came as he rubbed the sticky fluid from her pussy on her clit. His finger slid into her depths. His hand was large so was his finger.

So many thought clouded Sharmila's mind. Letting him have fun was one thing; after all that wasn't adultery. Getting fucked was another. Could she do it? Should she do it? Vijay fingered her pussy until she just about collapsed leaning against the counter. He lifted her up and sat her on the counter top edge. Her legs spread on either side of his waist. He took her exposed breasts in both his hands. 'Lovely. Absolutely lovely.' He said squeezing them gently and then gradually he rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. In the process her nipples became wet with her own juices. It took no time for them to become erect and her pussy became even more wet. Slowly and so agonizingly he brought his mouth down and without letting his tongue come in contact with the nipples took it between his teeth and looking into her eyes bit it lightly. God! She moaned uncontrollably.

'Ritu was right. She was the one who had told me that your boobs were absolutely juicy. These were the words she had used and she was absolutely right. You know your pussy is different as compared to Ritu's but certainly the type that I like. Stupid question but obviously you have not had the opportunity of seeing her nude?'

It was then that she recalled that one day Ritu had come to their house and had asked her to try on a T shirt since it was big for her. She thought of going to another room since she did not leave but she had smiled and told Sharmila not to be shy. So she had tried on the T shirt in front of her and it was then that she would have noticed her breasts. And had promptly told her husband.

He came closer and she could see him bend. Towards her pussy.

'You know I have a panty fetish. Pity you are not wearing one right now or else I would have certainly taken it. Next time perhaps.' Sharmila was too aroused to listen to him but nevertheless she nodded.

She felt his breath ...then his lips....It was agonizing. Her pussy lips were aching for him to do more....he licked around her labia...then little kisses followed by firmer use of his tongue until Sharmila found herself thrusting her lower body up to meet his lips. His lips closed over her clit and it was as if an electric shock ran through her body as he sucked it into his mouth, the tongue swirling over it releasing all the pent up desire that had been generated as the waves of pleasure coursed through her. He held her firm as her orgasm shuddered its way through her body.

Sharmila wanted more. However she took control of herself and shook her head to find her bearings. 'No, I have not seen Ritu's pussy.' He backed up momentarily, made a gesture as if to say 'Oh I see' and proceeded to pull his shorts down to his knees. He was not wearing any underwear and a big dick emerged. The head was big and the skin was normal. His shaft was almost a perfect dark brown color, and was knotty and veined, the foreskin covering the head.

'Well, you are quite …sizeable.' Sharmila said. Vijay laughed uncertainly.

'May I touch it?'

'Of course.' He replied. Sharmila proceeded to wrap her fingers around his erect cock and pulled the foreskin back. 'You know sometime back I had read a novel where the protagonist too was similarly endowed and had a great time with ladies. What did your girlfriends have to say about this?'

Vijay laughed again. 'What do you think? Why don't you ask Ritu? You….you comfortable with orals?' he asked. Sharmila nodded and proceeded to wrap her lips around it. She teased the tip with her tongue and attempted to take it fully inside her mouth. She took more into her mouth, leaving little lipstick marks on the uncircumcised member that would soon be giving her pleasure.

To some extent she did succeed and could feel him moan with pleasure. Now she decided that the time had come to let her other lips i.e. pussy lips have a taste of this. His oral assault had accelerated her desire.

She knew that perhaps it would hurt, but she was willing to try. After all when a married woman is willing to try another cock one can't be too choosey. At this point she couldn't have stopped him anyway. She could see the end was glistening with pre-cum as he guided it to her pussy-lips.

'Wrap your legs around me.' He said and she Sujayently but willingly complied. He laid his cock onto Sharmila's pussy, the shaft resting on her lips. Sharmila was trembling now, wanting him inside her as he forced her legs further back. Vijay moved his shaft up and down her crack which was slippery and soft. He still hadn't entered her. She recalled having seen something akin to this in an X rated film.

It was a good thing that her pussy was so wet because when he tried to enter her, he stretched her lips as far as they would go. She had never had anything in her as big as that and she suddenly remembered Ritu's words. She would have perhaps preferred one with a more reasonable and size. Her clit was stretched tight against the top of his cock as he worked it in slowly. For a second, she thought it was going to be a futile attempt to let this man fuck her, then she could feel its length slowly begin to enter her.

She could feel the head of his cock as it pushed into her a little at a time. Sharmila didn't want to stop. She was very aroused at this point. Vijay's cockhead split the outer lips....Sharmila clenched his hand as she took the first few inches....but there was more to go and it got thicker down the length. Vijay came out..then in....each stroke getting him further inside her body. Finally with a grunt he inserted it fully inside her pussy. Her face was covered in perspiration and the feeling of fullness was awesome as he started a rhythmic thrusting into her.

Her belly trembled under this assault and her hands cluthched his back, her long painted nails digging into his flesh.

Just watching what he was doing to her, was driving her over the edge. His hips moved back and forth slowly and as his cock became sticky with her juice, it inched into her. Finally she could feel his balls touching her ass and as she looked down between them, she could clearly see his cock was deep inside her. The first time that a cock other than her husband's was exploring the secrets of her pussy. She did not know his experiences with other pussies and she didn't care. Her hips worked back and forth and the feeling was incredible. Almost immediately her pussy began to convulse in an intense orgasm. When it tightened around his cock, he must have been overwhelmed by the feeling also. She could feel his cock begin to throb and the head swelled to a size that wouldn't let it out of her immedialtely.Her pussy had a death-grip on his cock and wouldn't let him withdraw. His attempts to pull it out proved somewhat unsuccessful. While apologizing for doing it, he began to shoot his sticky sperm deep inside of her tummy. She could feel his cock expand each time the head unloaded its hot creamy load into her. Vijay held her tight against him until their orgasms subsided. It wasn't until minutes later that his cock began to get flaccid, that he was able to withdraw his cum soaked cock from deep within her pussy. She told him he didn't need to apologize, but she would need to go into the bathroom and clean up.

He kissed her again . As Sharmila got down from the counter top, a big gob of his white cum began to drip from her stretched pussy. She couldn't believe how much he had pumped into her. Her pussy felt like it would never be the same. She had never stretched it as much as it had just been and the lips were swollen and almost sore. But Vijay seemed to have some thing else in his mind. He picked Sharmila up and took her to the bedroom and lay her on the bed. He slid into bed next to her and she could feel the heat of his body. He held her face with both hands and lowered his head next to herd on the pillow and brushed his lips against hers. Sharmila was hot but still she managed a laugh.

'What is it that you have in mind? We had decided that you would get one fuck. One means one. Your quota is over now.'

'Come on. One means one time. Not necessarily one discharge.'

She laughed again. 'OK. Make the most of this one chance.'
(To be continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sharmila Succumbs To Curiosity


Last Part

She could feel one of his hands grip her ass and pull her tight against him. Though Sharmila was not very keen; after all how much can one get fucked; but he perhaps had not even masturbated since Ritu had gone away and was making up for lost time.

His cock was like an iron rod that was pressed its length between their bellies. Sharmila immediately pulled her leg up and over the top of his. She was open now for him to play. They kissed and touched, he sucked on her breasts and made her nipples become as stiff as marbles. She could have almost cum again without him touching her. She had my hand around his cock when he threw the covers back and grabbed her legs with both of his hands and pulled them apart. He planted himself on top of her and told her that he couldn't wait any longer, that he wanted his cock inside of me. Again. She was quite thankful that her pussy was extremely wet with the previous climax. Vijay guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy and slowly eased his weight down on top of her. In two thrusts it was inside her.

They would have been locked together again, but he made her lie on her back and pushed her knees back against her chest allowing him deeper penetration inside her. The more he reamed his cock in and out of her the looser and more sensitive her pussy lips became. She told him that if he wanted he could squirt his load of cum inside of her and perhaps that is what he wanted to hear because at that moment he withdrew all but the bulbous head from her pussy-lips and said. 'Just one more request. Doggy style.' She nodded.

He pulled her hips until she was on her knees and elbows. She spread her legs apart and arched her back so her pussy was exposed to him. Vijay mounted her from the rear and it was easier for him to penetrate her . He pulled her hips tight against his pelvis and she knew that she could feel the tip of his cock touching her pussy lips. She braced herself as he slammed his cock into her for about five minutes before he let loose with another load of hot searing sperm. She could feel the hot jets of liquid squirt deep inside of her. Again and again the liquid spewed from the slit at the end of his cock. When he finally finished she could feel a large amount of his sperm squirt from her pussy and leak down the cheeks of her ass and onto the sheets. Her eyes wandered towards the wall clock. 'My God! Its late. You better get going. My maid will be here any time.'

Things did not proceed further because Ankit returned earlier than expected (the same evening). A few days passed uneventfully. One evening Vijay happened to see Ankit and Sharmila as they were leaving to attend some social function. Sharmila was wearing a black saree. She had on a halter neck blouse and the saree was tied at least three to four inches below her belly button. Vijay tried hard not to stare but couldn't help it. She was looking very pretty.. a unique combination of exquisite dressing and tasteful jewellery.

Vijay awoke the next morning reflecting on the night before. He felt his cock begin to grow. He pulled his cock out and began to gently stroke it.

He thought better of it when he heard someone get in the shower. He put his dick back in his underwear, threw on some jeans, and slipped out of the bedroom door bare chested, heading down the stairs.

He hoped it was Ankit in the shower and that Sharmila was downstairs, not the other way around. He heard dishes rattling as someone was getting coffee. He rounded the corner and there she was. Sharmila was wearing just a long shirt down to her knees, and panties underneath. She turned her head when she heard a noise behind her, and she smiled a nervous smile when she saw Vijay.

'You.. you shouldn't be here.' She cried.

'You are such a tease. I just couldn't help it.' Vijay replied.

'But Ankit is around. And we had decided that we would do it only once.'

'I… I know but Ankit is in the bathroom and after last evening I couldn't control myself. Please try to understand. I know you love Ankit and he too must be loving you. I too love you. I can't really help it, can I? Ritu is also not here and even if she was she is well, okay. But she is my wife and I love her also. I know as a lady you wish to avoid any activity that may lead to pregnancy. If you are off the pills, let me know and I'll go right away. But at this moment I need you. As a friend. Please don't refuse me.'

'Okay. I won't but try to understand.Don't be greedy. You have already fucked me once. Just as we had decided so lets stop here. We can do two things. Either we stop this fucking right now. It would be embarrassing for me to be caught either by Ankit or by Ritu with your cock in my pussy. After all my idea was not to be unfaithful but to experiment. If you want to carry on fucking me, then somehow we have to ensure that Ankit also gets to fuck Ritu'.

'I don't mind but please don't waste this time. Please.' He begged.

It was true that his presence was not an unpleasant surprise Her crotch had begun to tingle with excitement just at the sight of him. What he said broke down whatever little resolve she had to refuse him. She too had noticed Vijay's stare the previous evening but had pretended to ignore it. Just as Ankit had started the car, she had looked at Vijay and given him a teasing smile.

She was surprised when he slipped his arms around her waist and his lips were on hers. It was true that the shower was going and she knew that Ankit was out of the way but it was risky nevertheless. Her mouth sucked on his lip eagerly as his hands slid up over her shirt to grasp her breasts.

"Mmmm…" she moaned into his mouth as his hands kneaded them erotically. Tingles of arousal shot from her breasts straight down to her crotch, and her pussy moistened. The young demure wife was helpless when he spun her around, and her arms went around his neck.

They kissed passionately, tongues exploring each other's mouth as he pressed her against the counter. He squeezed her ass cheeks through her shirt as they made out, and Sharmila was very conscious of the bulge in his jeans pressed against her belly.

She broke the kiss and began to kiss at his chest, her tongue snaking out and teasing at his nipple. She allowed him to lift her up onto the counter and she watched, passively as he slid her shirt up above her waist. She placed her feet at the edge of the counter on either side of him, showing him her white cotton panties.

Her vagina was buzzing uncontrollably now, anticipating the attention she would soon receive. Vijay knelt down between her legs, he could smell the strong scent of her arousal as he drew closer to her treasure.

He gently kissed her pussy over the moist material of her panties, and she gasped, pleasure shooting up her body. For the first time, Sharmila found herself incredibly happy that Ankit took such long showers!

Impatient, she reached down with one hand between her legs. He watched her as she slowly eased her panties to one side, exposing first little curls of her pubic hair, and then the swollen pink lips of her pussy.

She looked down at the man between her legs, desire in her eyes, holding her panties aside for him. He looked into her eyes as his lips touched her cunt in a kiss. More tingles shot up her shapely body and she had to stifle a moan. His tongue snaked out and he slowly licked from the bottom of her delicious pussy up to the top, nudging her clitoris when he got there. He slid his tongue in between the folds of her cunt, tasting her, gathering her juices.

He sucked the lips of her pussy into his mouth and he began to run his tongue lightly up and down them, causing her to squirm before him. "Ohhh…" she sighed, subtly writhing her crotch in his face as he ate her out. He released her lips, his tongue sneaking up to her clit. He teased her sensitive button with his tongue, lightly running a circle around it.

She placed her feet on his shoulders, unable to sit still. Suddenly, he sucked her tiny clitoris into his mouth, trapping it between his lips.

"OHH!" she gasped, a little too loudly as bolts of pleasure fired throughout her body. Vijay ran his tongue lightly but rapidly back and forth across the clit that he held between his lips, knowing she was getting closer to the edge. He released her clit, and using long, soft strokes, began to lap at the little nub over and over again.

"Oh God…" she whispered, feeling an orgasm approach. His tongue was unrelenting, using those long, gentle strokes, she writhed her cunt into his face. "Unh!…." was all she could squeak out as orgasm hit her full force. Her heart was pounding, her breath wouldn't come, the inner walls of her pussy were pulsating. She stretched her legs out behind his head as he continued lapping at her cunt. "Oh God!" she gasped, finally able to catch her breath as her orgasm subsided a little.

Vijay stood up, pulling his cock out of his jeans as he did so. Sharmila stared hungrily at the cock he held in his hand. She had seen, felt it earlier too but she was again mesmerized by it. Her one hand still held her panties to one side as she reached for his cock with the other. Her hand gripped his shaft as he stepped closer.

She eagerly ran it down the puckered lips of her wet pussy, stopping only when it reached her entrance. In the back of their minds, both were aware of the shower still running. He stared down at the sight of his cock pressed against the pink and slightly opened lips of her pussy.

He pushed forward and watched them part for him, allowing him to squeeze inside. "Ohhhh…" she sighed as she felt her pussy slowly fill up. He just kept pushing, her horny pussy taking more and more of his long cock until finally, he was inside her all the way in just one stroke. She was hot and her pussy muscles had a tight grip on his cock, and he just kept himself deep inside her for a moment, cherishing the intense feelings that had overcome him. Still holding her panties to the side with one hand, Sharmila reached up with the other and pulled his head down to her.

Her searching lips found his and they kissed passionately, tongues exploring as he slowly pulled his rod out of her partway. He jammed it back in, hard, and she gasped in his mouth as a bolt of pleasure shot up her body once again. They held each other close as he began to slide himself in and out of her needy pussy, her feet were flailing helplessly behind his thrusting ass.

Ankit continued having his shower, having no idea that his good friend was right down stairs with his cock buried in his wife and that too with her consent.

Sharmila, meanwhile, was on the verge of another orgasm. This man's cock touched her so differently! It felt so good sliding in and out of her like that! She came, moaning, breaking the kiss. Vijay leaned back and watched his dick slide in and out of the pink folds of her pussy, her tiny hand holding those panties so far to the side he was surprised they didn't rip. He began to fuck her harder, knowing that he probably didn't have too much time.

If Ankit were to come around the corner, he would see the bottom of his wife's feet, flailing behind Vijay's ass. Vijay's jeans were around his ankles, his underwear around his knees, and his ass was thrusting full speed in between Sharmila's wide open legs. He would hear her stifled moans of ecstasy.

Vijay continued to pound into her, he could feel his balls begin to heat up and he knew it wouldn't be long now. He moaned, jackhammering into her a few more times quickly.

He grunted, cock jerking inside her, letting loose a thick stream of his hot cum. His dick jerked again, another load of his semen firing inside her. They moaned in unison as he half collapsed on her, his dick still trickling. They both realized suddenly, that the shower had stopped, and neither had an idea how long that was the case.

His lips found hers and they kissed for a moment as he softened inside her. Then they broke it off and he slipped his semi hard penis out of her full pussy, pulled up his pants and underwear, quickly pocketed her panties after taking them off her bare feet where they had slid down and went away as quickly as he had come. She tried to protest when he pocketed her panties but there was no time so she just let the shirt fall back in place. She felt some cum dribble down her legs as she became busy with domestic chores.

Ankit came down moments later, ready for breakfast. Sharmila froze. She knew that her husband too had a strong libido and he got aroused whenever he saw her skimpily attired. Even that was fine but he fondled her breasts and often his wayward hand wandered towards her pussy. He would certainly be surprised at her wetness and that too while doing something as mundane as preparing breakfast.

She told Ankit that breakfast was ready and started going towards her room but was promptly stopped midway.

'You are looking very sexy and I would say your face has a particular glow… akin to what you have when you are aroused.' Ankit said as his hand found her breast under the shirt. Sharmila knew that there was only one way to avoid what would be a catastrophe.

'Come on! If you are in the mood, say so. Why pass it on to me?' she said as she unzipped his trouser and took out his semi erect cock that was gradually hardening.

'Hey, I got to go to the office.' Ankit protested.

Sharmila just ignored him as she licked his cock like a cone before her lips engulfed it in her mouth. Her eyes met that of her husband and she enjoyed the sensation as he gradually stiffened in her mouth. She expelled it from her mouth and for a moment watched it glistening with her saliva. She then took just the head in her mouth and slowly sucked as much of it inside as her mouth could accommodate. Slowly she increased the tempo and it was not long before Ankit discharged. Sharmila kept the cock firmly inside her mouth; she was thinking what a strange day it was. When she had got up she had no idea that she would be having cum in both set of lips that nature had given her. While her pussy lips had enjoyed Vijay's cum her facial lips were filled with her husband's cum.

'That was great.' Ankit said and before going insisted on licking her pussy despite her protestations. O God! does Ankit even know that in addition to my juices, he has also got a taste of Vijay's cum. Ankit quickly went to his bedroom and it was at that moment the bell rang. She opened the door to find Vijay with a plate. It often happened that she would send something edible to his house especially when his wife was away.

'Hi! Where is Ankit?' he enquired cautiously.

'In the bathroom.' She replied innocently.

Immediately Vijay slammed his lips over hers and before she could react he had pried her mouth open and sucked her tongue, his hands over her buttocks. He released her as quickly as he had grabbed her.

Sharmila couldn't help laughing. What was happening? What did providence have in store for her. First Ankit had tasted Vijay though her and now the reverse had happened. Vijay too had tasted Ankit's cum through her. Before she could say anything to Vijay Ankit also came out into the drawing cum dining room. She knew that it gave Ankit a kick to see her skimpily attired especially in the house. This was however the first time that he would see her this way i.e. in just a long shirt and that too without panties( though of course it was not possible to make out that she was pantyless) in front of another man. She watched her husband closely but he appeared quite nonchalant. Vijay and Ankit met one another formally. Vijay thanked them both for taking care of his needs when his wife was away. Sharmila realized that Vijay was speaking the truth. She was indeed taking care of his many needs. Soon Vijay excused himself and left followed by Ankit.

She heard Ankit's car start and she immediately dialed Vijay.

'Why did you kiss me?' she enquired.

'I.. I am sorry. Just couldn't control myself. Was feeling horny.' Vijay replied.

'Horny? When you had discharged just about half an hour back. Vijay, please realize. This is risky. I could have been seen by anyone… the maid, even Ankit.'

'I understand but what the hell! I mean if a man can have two wives, why can't you have two husbands?' Vijay said.

'Sure, why not?' Sharmila said sarcastically ' So why don't you talk to Ankit? And if that is difficult why not tell Ritu that henceforth you will also be Sharmila's husband?'

'I guess you are right. I shouldn't have done that.' He replied.

'Good. Learn to keep your cock in control. Too much playing around with a pussy can be bad for its health.' Sharmila said tongue in cheek and hung up.

She sat and mulled over the day's developments. If things had to carry on as they were carrying on she would have to involve either Ankit or Ritu so that they could have a threesome at least and the risk could be substantially reduced. Thereafter the fourth person could also be involved but the question was how to go about it and who to tackle first; her husband or Vijay's wife.
(End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wife Fucked By Friend




As the monsoons arrive, I am reminded of another day a couple of years back, when the heavens opened up in a sudden downpour, and took us by surprise in the first rains of the season. It was evening, and I was sitting with my friend Nikhil, having coffee at home. My wife Rashmi, who is an Air Hostess, had yet to return from work, when the downpour started. I got worried, as Rashmi had not taken any rainwear to the airport. I called her up on the mobile, and she said she would manage her way back. So here we were, waiting .

Nikhil is a close family friend. Though himself a bachelor, he visited us often. He liked Rashmi’s cooking, and often teased me for having such a beautiful and accomplished wife. I dare say we too liked Nikhil, and I have often seen Rashmi making extra efforts to make our outings memorable. Suddenly, the door opened, and Rashmi stood at the doorway, completely drenched. From where she stood, she could see me, but Nikhil was hidden by a partition in the living room. She was wearing her work clothes- a blue skirt, ankle length, and a white top. But she may as well have been standing there naked. The shirt clung to her breasts, and one could see the outlines of her bra. She must have run to get out of the rain on her way home, and so was panting. Her breasts were heaving as a result, and the rushing adrenalin had caused her nipples to stand out erect. At 5 feet 6 , with a body of 34-25-34, she stood there like a goddess. ‘What a way to get caught in the rain’, she exclaimed, as she walked into the room, absorbed in the need to divest herself of her clothes. ‘I am wet to my core, darling ,’she said. And before I could say anything, she took her shirt over her head to take it off.

Her flat stomach came tantalizingly into view, and her belly button glistened with rain drops that had found a way through her shirt. Soon, her bra came into view. And then the shirt was off. All this happened in a split second. It was only when she had taken off her shirt that we heard a sharp intake of breath, and she became aware of Nikhil. We all looked at each other in the embarrassing moment that followed. There was Rashmi, dripping like a fresh mermaid in the center of the room, with her husband and another man looking at her. Nikhil recovered first, and attempted to break the awkward silence. ‘Gosh, Rashmi, you have a beautiful body’, he muttered. She smiled tentatively, and rushed out to the bedroom. Nikhil kept his gaze at her bare back, at her swinging hips. I knew what he was going through, the poor sod. We had dinner together. Things were normal on the surface, but when I saw the glances Nikhil cast surreptitiously on Rahmi’s breasts, and her demure manner, I knew things had changed unmistakably.

The two had certainly ignited the odd pagan interest in each other, I could see that. Now I love Rashmi very much, and we have a very fulfilling sexual relationship. However, at times, I have always thought I would love to see her fucked by another man. At that time, seeing what was happening, an idea came into my mind, and I set about my plan. I was confident it would work. I also felt safe with the idea, as I knew Nikhil, and knew he would no do anything that might hurt my wife. I got my mobile to ring a test call. I picked it up, and appeared disconcerted. Dropping the phone, I said there was an emergency, and my boss had summoned me to the office. Before they could protest too much, I told them to go ahead with their dinner, and slipped out of the house. I started my car, took it out of the driveway, and parked it around a bend. Then I ran back to the house, and peered inside at the dining room from an open window. They were at the table, but Nikhil was not eating much. In fact, he still had that trance look on his face.

I could make out the words from my hiding place. She asked him why he was not eating. ‘Seeing you today has ignited a different hunger', said Nikhil. This was a totally different Nikhil I was seeing, with his direct come-on. ‘Really?' said Rashmi. ‘Then I have a suggestion. Get out of my house’This was unexpected. That was the end of my plans, and maybe a friendship, I thought ruefully. Nikhil got up from the table. ‘At least let me help you with keeping the dishes’, he said. Rashmi glared at him, and then relented. They carried the dishes into the kitchen, also visible form where I was. Nikhil followed Rashmi. I am sure her swinging hips and her wide ass, tantalisingly in front of him, combined with the events of the evening, totally turned Nikhil’s head at that point. As Rashmi bent on the kitchen sink to keep the dishes, Nikhil grabbed her from behind. I could see Rashmi’s back stiffen, and then she turned back, her breasts heaving in anger, and looking all the more voluptuous . ‘Get out’, she screamed. By now, Nikhil had gone beyond reason. ‘Not after such an invitation, you sexy woman’, he rasped. Things were turning serious now.

From my hiding place, I wondered what to do. I had half a mind to shout, and call it off. But something held me back. I quickly ran around the house, and let myself in silently with my key. Nikhil had held Rashmi’s wrists, and had pulled her out into the hall. ‘Let go’, screamed Rashmi. ‘Not so fast’, said Nikhil. He managed to hold both her hands with one hand, and with his other, he pulled her hair and got her face close to his. She screamed in pain. Oblivious, he planted kisses on her luscious lips, her neck. ‘I want to see you naked, now’, he rasped. Saying that, he yanked at her shirt. A couple of buttons broke loose, before the shirt came away in his strong hands. Rashmi was wearing my favorite lace bra, and the sight of that can turn on a statue. I could see the effect it had on Nikhil. He only gurgled, and yanked at the bra, which came off in one go. There was Rashmi, still fighting to break free, her torso exposed. Nikhil still held her hands, and took her body in. ”Wow’, he hissed. ‘I don’t know how I have controlled myself all these years’. With one hand, he unbuckled his belt, and got out of his trousers. I gasped when I saw his tool.

It was at least 8.5 inches long, and much thicker than mine. ‘Suck me’, he hissed. ‘Never’, screamed Rashmi. Without warning, Nikhil slapped her hard. Red marks were left on her cheek, and a faint dribble of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth. I was about to come out of my hiding place, when he sat down on the sofa, and dragged her to a kneeling position in front of him,. Holding her hair, he brought her face close to his cock, and brushed her lips with his crown. She still struggled, But Nikhil was firm. He started kneading her nipples with his hand. I could see Rashmi’s nipples harden. Slowly, I could see her resistance wane, and I relaxed. ‘I can’t take all this in my mouth’, she said. ‘You’ll be surprised’, laughed Nikhil, as he pushed his cock into her beautiful mouth. She nearly gorged, but then opened her mouth wide to accommodate him. Now Nikhil was fucking my wife’s face, and I couldn’t but feel the excitement.

His thick cock went repeatedly in and out of her face, like a piston. He kept massaging her back, and squeezing her breasts. Soon, he reached a crescendo, and emptied his cum into my wife’s mouth. I could see her panic when he came, as she had never swallowed cum before, but she swallowed every drop skillfully. Now he made her stand up, and told he to strip. ‘Take off your salwar and do a mujra for me’, he hissed. By now, Rashmi was fully into the game. She quietly slipped out of her salwar and panties. Standing naked in front of Nikhil, she switched on the music, and began to move her hips seductively. ‘Oh Baby’, whispered Nikhil. He soon regained his erection. He then went to her and with one swoop, gathered her in his arms. Then he took her to our bedroom, onto our bed. I quietly followed, and stayed in the shadows. He made her lie on the bed, and lifted her legs, spreading them. His tool was massive now. Without warning, he dove into her. ‘Ouch’, I heard Rashmi yelp. That seemed to spur him on.

Thoroughly dominating Rashmi, he rammed into her with that monstrous cock of his. Rashmi gasped and cried, but soon her cries turned to moans. Despite herself, she was beginning to enjoy herself. Suddenly, Nikhil took his tool out. ‘I’m not going to let you off so easily, darling’ he whispered. He quickly turned her on her belly, and lifted her buttocks up in the air. Taking some jelly from the dressing table, Nikhil put one finger up the crack in her ass. ‘That hurts’, said Rashmi. Nikhil responded by simultaneously stroking her cunt. Slowly, I could make out that Rashmi’s ass was getting relaxed. Soon, Nikhil had two fingers in her ass. Then he held her hips, and thrust his rod into her ass. He went in slowly this time, then increased pressure. Soon, the entire length started going in. Rasmi was by now neighing like a mare. Nikhil pulled her hair back , as he humped her. After for what appeared like ages, he came, and rolled off her. They lay by the side of each other, and I knew it was time for me to return officially. I ran back to my car, and drove it back to the house.

I rang the bell, and a very disheveled. Rashmi and a guilty looking Nikhil greeted me at the door. ‘Did you enjoy your dinner, Nikhil?’ I asked. ‘I hope Rashmi’s pudding was tasty’, I further enquired, as he kept getting redder and redder. When Nikhil left, Rashmi wanted to go off to sleep, but I was having none of it. The evening had set my cock on fire. That night, we had one of our wildest nights in bed. (End)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

MERI RENDI MA KI CHUDAI


I am a boy of nineteen years of age. My name is Shailendra. It is a true story. My friend Sunil and I were true friends. We shared every thing between us. Every thing means every thing. When we were preparing for our secondary exam, one day he confessed me that he likes my mother very much. He thinks that my mother is the sexiest woman on earth. He then told me that he wants to fuck my mom desperately. I said it is impossible. He said yes…he knows that but that’s why it is his dream.

When I was only seventeen years of age I saw my mother being fucked by my uncle and from that day I started thinking that if my uncle could fuck my mother than why can't Sunil.
One day when I returned early from my college I heard some moaning sound coming from my mother’s room. It haunted me and compelled me to look in the room that what is really happening. When I looked through a narrow hole in the door that what is really going on, I found that my mother was completely naked, laughing and smoking near my uncle who was there sited on a chair. My mother was really looking very sexy. After some times I saw that my uncle also become naked and the real story begins. After that he fucked my mother really very hard. She was moaning and screaming under real pleasure. I immediately got out from there and back after some times. Till that time the game was over and they were behaving very normally, but the fucking scene was still revolving in my mind.
One day it happened that only Sunil, me and my mother were there in the house alone. My mother went to take bath. When she was bathing I tried to find any small hole in the door so that I may see my mother naked once again but I didn't succeed. Then when my mother came out of bathroom she was only in towel. She was again looking very sexy. Sunil at that time was in my study room. I thought that today it is the golden chance for Sunil to fuck my mother. I went near to her, gave a smile and instantly pulled the towel. As I pulled the towel she became completely nude and started to hide her boor (pussy) by both her hands. She told me Shailendra what are you doing? I didn't reply.
She asked me to instantly give the towel and get out of the room but I told her that my friend Sunil wants to play the same game with you which you were playing with the uncle that day. She was really ashamed to know that I saw her fucking. I also told her that if you will not allow Sunil to fuck you, I will tell all this to my father. Hearing that, she became ready and told me that “O.K. do as you like but don't say any thing to your father”. I immediately called Sunil from my study room. Sunil was stunned to see my mother in such condition. I told him to do whatever he wants to do with my mother. He asked her to take off her hands from the boor (pussy) and let him see that very clearly as we have not seen the boor of any grown up lady. It was my first experience. She took of her hands and we were really delighted to see her pink boor (pussy) with lots of hair all around covering her boor (pussy). I asked my mother that, that day you were also smoking, why don't you smoke near us, it will really please both of us. My mother also now becoming shameless, she told me that O.K. beta (son) if you like this take the cigarette from the cupboard. I brought the cigarette and now she was also enjoying with us. It was really a great experience. Then teasing my mother Sunil asked her that “tell me aunty what you call pussy in Hindi?” She was feeling very shy in telling the name then very lightly she told Sunil in his ear that the name of this funny thing in Hindi is "boor". Sunil again asked her to repeat her. Then she speak several times that this is boor boor boor boor boor. Then I asked her that what you call your breast in Hindi. She told that this is known as "chuchi" and it gave us lots of pleasure. Mother then told Sunil to take of all his cloths soon before some body comes.
Sunil instantly put of all clothes and she was really fantasized to see his long lund (cock). She hold his lund (cock) in her hands and started masturbating. It was really giving Sunil lots of pleasure. Then she put his lund in her mouth and started sucking it really hard. Mother was really behaving like a "rendi"(Whore). Sunil told my mother that he will also like to fuck her ass that she called "gand" in hindi. She readily agreed but told Sunil that “this we will do some days later”. Then she told me “beta please aj tum Sunil ko bolo ke sirf boor chod kar santosh ho jaye, baki ka bad me eak achche din dekhke ham sab milke plan korenge.”

I then told Sunil “jaldi se apna lund dalkar ma ki chudai suru karo nahin to koi aa jaiga to maja kharab ho jaiga". I also told Sunil “achche se chodna meri ma ko, sirf tume hi nahi ma ko vi sukh milna chahia. Sunil also agreed and fucked her really hard. From that day onwards Sunil regularly fucks my mother and I very much like to shave her boor (pussy) and armpit hairs. She really looks like a teen girl with her shaved boor.
Now me and my mom are very closed to each other. Mom even sends me to purchase condoms for their fucking sessions. She changes her sari in front of me being totally naked. Some time after spending the whole afternoon with Sunil, when she feels really tired, she requests me to clean her cum filled petticoat and bedcover before my fathers return from office. Sunil is still my best friend and we are trying to extend our horizon. We have now agreed that after our marriage we will fuck each others wife regularly. We have also decided to occasionally exchange each others wife for a week or two. Presently we are discussing about a plan that how we could make each others wife pregnant and raise each others child.
(End)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

MOM SON

I'm Sujay . My mother Umma is a beautiful lady. She is 37 now and I am 18. Girls in the Northern part of Kerala get married at a very young age. My father was a bus driver. Four years ago my father died in terrible a bus accident. Zafar was working with my father as a bus conductor. After my father died he used to come to our house regularly. Two years before my mother married Zafar. Because Zafar was '. and we were ***** all our relatives stopped seeing us. After marring my mother Zafar went to Dubai for a Drivers job with a very good income.

My mother is whitish, with good sized boobs and bottom. I get excited by her breasts and plump buttocks. She dresses very casually at home and sometimes doesn't wear any bra underneath her blouse. Once when she wore a cream colored blouse I could make out the outlines of her areolas of her breasts.

At night I sleep with my mother in the bedroom as she is afraid of sleeping alone. I lie close to her often putting my arms over her and she doesn't mind it. Mother removes her sari and wears only her blouse and petticoat while sleeping. While my Zafar comes from Dubai, she sleeps with him. A few months after my stepfather came, mother became pregnant. Around this time Zafar took a few months leave from Dubai and we all moved into a new apartment at Cochin. The new apartment had only one bed room. My father and mother slept on one bed and I slept on the mattress in the floor. My younger sister was born in October. While my mother breast fed the baby, I saw the full breasts of my mom. Those milk pots excited me. One night as Zafar was sleeping; the baby woke up and started crying. Mom woke up and unbuttoned the blouse and started feeding the baby. At this time Zafar got up from the bed and went to the bathroom and returned. I lay motionless on the mattress. Zafar sat on the bed next to mom and watched her feed the baby. Mother teasingly asked father whether he too was hungry.

Mom, then put the baby on the cradle and rocked it till my sister slept. Then she returned to the bed and switched off the bed lamp. In the faint light I saw my Zafar moving towards my mother. He placed his hand on her belly and moved upwards. On reaching the blouse he started to caress the breasts. He started unhooking the blouse buttons and then mom got up and helped Zafar to remove the blouse. Zafar took one nipple in his mouth and started sucking while he played with the other breast. Mom let out a soft moan. I got very excited. I was only a few feet away from all this action. I could feel the deep breaths of my parents. They must have assumed that I was asleep. I held my breath and waited for more action.

My stepfather then untied the knot of mom’s petticoat and slid it down her leg. Then he tore off his lungi. He then moved down the bed and put his head between my mom’s thighs. I was unable to make out what he was doing there. Mom seemed very excited during this period. He started rubbing this place vigorously and mom started making a 'OOOOHHHHH' sound. Zafar then crept over her body and started kissing mom all over the face, neck and chest. After all this kissing he got up from the bed, pulled mom towards the edge of the bed, spread her legs apart and slowly pushed his penis into her cunt. At the first time mom complained of some pain, Zafar then took some baby oil from the shelf and applied it on his penis and between moms thighs and said to mom 'Now it will be fine' and slowly inserted his penis into her. Slowly he started it ramming in and out and I heard the 'plop plop' sound along with mother’s soft 'AAAHHH AAAAHHH' moans. Mom started moaning wildly as father increased speed. After sometime father stopped pumping and took his thing out of her cunt and mom started to fiddle with it. Later both went to the bathroom and returned after about half an hour.

Next morning mom was very cheerful. I waited for more action in the next couple of days, but I was disappointed. A few weeks later my Zafar left for Dubai. Mother seemed itchy after he left. I continued to sleep with mother in the same bed. One night, after dinner my mom was helping me with my college homework. My baby sister started crying. Mom took the baby, asked me to hold her for a minute. She then removed the part of the sari over her breast and started opening the blouse buttons. I got an immediate erection. She then took the baby and started feeding her. My mind was away from homework and I wanted to see her nipples. She caught me staring at her breasts and she did'nt seem to mind. She asked me "Finished your homework". I nodded and went to bed and lay down there. After putting the baby in the cradle, mom came to the bed and lay next to me. I put one leg over her body and she came close to me and asked "What is it, Sujay ? " She then turned towards me. It was then I noticed that her blouse was partially open in the front. I could see a nipple. She caught me again staring at her breast. She smiled and asked me. " Do you too want my milk". I blushed. Slowly she pulled up one side of her blouse and exposed one of her breast completely and said to me" The baby is not taking enough milk these days. My breasts feel very sore" and started squeezing her nipple. A drop of milk emerged.

I placed my hand on her breast and asked "Is it painful ?" She said " A bit" I couldn't wait for long. I placed my mouth on the nipple and started sucking. OHH MAA. Sweet warm milk filled my mouth. This is not a dream ... I thought. Mom then asked me to wait, while she removed her blouse. Now two full breasts waited in front of me to be sucked. I played with one while I sucked the other. Mom seemed happy. Meanwhile my penis was erect like a baton. It was poking on mom. She said 'Sujay, Let me see ". She slid down the shorts and was quick to hold on my erect member. She started pushing its skin up and down. She then whispered, “Sujoy if you promise me to keep it as a secret then I can allow you to put your things between my legs”. I just said O.K but what do you want to do. Mom murmured “we are going to fuck”, then she slid down her pettycoat and lay naked on the bed. She spread out her legs and I saw her unshaven pussy. She took my head and place it over her pussy. I inserted my finger into the hole and moved it in and out. Soon juices started flowing out her cunt. Mom got up again, raised her bottom a bit and placed a small pillow below her bottom and lay over it and spread over her legs. She then asked me to climb over her and helped me to insert my prick into her hole. Her hands guided by inexperienced shaft into her hole. It went into the hole easily. I could feel the warm cunt walls. Then she slowly pushed me back and forth. I finally got the rhythm and pushed the penis in and out of the wet hole. Mom was wild with excitement. Meanwhile I played with her full breasts. I couldn't hold out for long and I pumped the entire cum inside her.

Next time I was able to hold out for more time. Over the next few days of fucking mom gave me lots of new experiences. She took my organ in her mouth and licked me to ecstasy. I licked her cunt until she was satisfied on another night.

When Zafar comes from Dubai mom sleeps with him and doesn’t care about my needs. She does not talk much with me also. But when Zafar returns to Dubai mom asks me to sleep with her again and we start to live as husband and wife.

She says that she won't let me pregnant her like Zafar but other than that she will allow me do every thing that Zafar does with her.
(End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Indian Wife Gone Bad





part1
My name is Arun and I am 30 years old. I live in an Indian city and work as a Sales Manager in a multinational firm. My wife's name is Doly and she is 26. We have been married for about two years. She used to work in the same company as me as a receptionist when we fell in love, dated for a while and got married. Doly was and is exquisitely beautiful, with a flawless complexion, perfectly featured face and a body that looks like it has been sculpted using an hourglass template. She is slim, has long silky hair, medium sized and firm boobs, and a round as with curves that are hard to hide even in loose clothes. Obviously, she had many suitors in our company, so I felt very lucky when I convinced her to be my girlfriend and then my wife.

During our courtship, I had come to know that Doly was always considered a talented painter, but because her family was not very well off financially, she could not pursue her dream of becoming an artist too seriously. Since I earned more than enough for us to live lavishly, I suggested that after marriage, Doly should quit the dead-end receptionist job and work on her art, something she was delighted to do. So Doly would stay at home, do household chores, and attend painting lessons at a local college three days a week. Although she was always a good artist, I saw the lessons make a difference as her art evolved from a competent-but-amateur level to more sophisticated.

We lived in a big house that used to belong to my late parents, so we converted the store room into her "studio", with paints, brushes, canvases, easels, and everything. Doly spent most of the day in her studio painting some thing or the other, and soon the houses in our walls were adorned with a lot of different landscapes and still life paintings.

Then her lessons moved on to the final phase - portraits. To complete her course and have her paintings displayed in the college exhibition, she had to draw a life-sized portrait of someone. Her first choice was me, but the subject would have to sit in front of her for hours, for days at end, and my work hours as a sales managers were demanding and erratic. So Doly reluctantly agreed that I could not be a subject. She started asking some of her other friends, and some of or relatives, but they were either too busy or lived too far away to come to our house and sit in Doly's studio very often.

Finally Doly had run out of all possible options and was getting very distraught, when one evening I said to her,

"Hey, what about Pravin uncle?"

"Who is Pravin uncle again?" Doly asked with a furrowed brow.

"He is an old family friend of ours who lives down the street. You remember that big green bungalow on the corner?" I said.

"Yeah?"

"He lives there alone. He is retired, his wife is no more, and his kids are all in the US. I am sure he will be free and willing to help you out."

"Hmmm...but Arun" Doly countered, "Just his being free isn't enough. He should also make a good subject looks wise, you know."

"Well, he is no Adonis..." I said.

"No, I don't mean he should be handsome or good looking. He should look...oh how do I explain.... never mind. I'll see him and decide." she said.

"You know, he was at our wedding. But since we had so many guests, you might have forgotten his name." I said, getting up, "Let me get our wedding album and show you."

I went to the shelf, got our wedding album, flipped the pages until I reached a picture of us with Pravin uncle, and showed it to Doly.

"See, he is no Greek god." I said as Doly studied the picture. And he wasn't. Pravin uncle was almost bald, dark skinned, short, with a big paunch and stubby legs.

"Yeah... I didn't want a Greek god but this man is... well... no offence since he is your family friend, but he is ugly." Doly said with her nose crinkled.

"Hahaha." I laughed. "Yeah, I know. You should have seen his late wife. So pretty and graceful even in her older days. Me and the other guys in the neighborhood had a crush on her, and always wondered how he managed to bag her."

"Hehe, anyway, I'll continue looking for other subjects."

Doly looked and asked and requested and pleaded. But she wasn't able to get any commitment. And days were passing by fast. So finally one day she came to me and said,

"You know Arun, looks like I have no choice but to go with your Pravin uncle. If I don't start painting soon, I won't get enough days to finish the painting by the deadline."

"Okay, but what about his ugliness?" I asked, with a smile.

"Hehe. Maybe I'll call it the picture of Dorian Gray towards the end." Doly joked.

That night we both went over to Pravin uncle's house. He was a family friend, but more close to my parents, so ever since they had passed away, I had not met him too regularly. In fact only once, when i went to invite him for the wedding. So he was happy to see me. We spoke about this and that. He asked us about how our married life was. Other small talk. And then I broached the subject of Doly's portrait. When I asked him he started laughing,

"Me? A portrait of me? Are you two pulling my leg? I am an ugly old man." he guffawed.

"No no Pravin uncle, nothing like that. You are very distinguished looking. Isn't he, Doly?" I said.

"Yes yes." Doly said politely, "In fact you are an ideal subject for a portrait with your unconventional looks."

"Haha, you are obviously being polite, but never mind. Sure I'll do it. I don't have much to do all day anyway. I just hang out with some other retired friends, read books, watch TV, and that's it. Modeling for a portrait sounds interesting. When should I come over?"

"Any time during the day is fine. You have our home phone number. This is my cellphone number." Doly said, giving him a card.

And so the portrait painting started. He always came over in the afternoons when I was hardly home. A couple of times he came over on weekends too, and he and Doly were in the studio while I watched TV or napped. The social ties between us improved a lot too. He would come over for dinner or tea, and sometimes invite us over to his house. Doly and Pravin uncle seemed to have a pretty good rapport.

I would check out the portrait every day, and it seemed to be coming along very well. It looked good.... well as good as a subject matter like Pravin uncle could be painted. Finally, a couple of weeks later, the painting was done. It was submitted, displayed in the 2-day exhibition, and Doly got her course completion certificate with the grade A. And Doly decided to take a month long break from painting.

So far so good, right?

Now we come to an afternoon a week or so after the exhibition. I had gone on a sales call very close to my house, and by the time it got done, it was 1 pm. As I was driving back, I realized I was very hungry, so I decided to head home for lunch and then go back to the office. I thought of calling up Doly, but the security officer in our city had become very strict in fining drivers who talk on the phone while driving, so I decided to just send her a short SMS instead - "cmng home fr lnch 2day". After I sent the SMS, I realized I was just five minutes away from home, and if Doly was taking a nap as she often did in the afternoons, there was a good chance I'd reach home before she even read it.

I got home, and parked the car on the street instead of inside our garage, since I would have to leave after lunch anyway. Locked the car, grabbed my lunchbox, and walked towards my house. I opened the gate, walked to the door, and unlocked it using my key and stepped inside. I thought of calling out Doly, but the house was silent, so I assumed she might be taking a nap. I coed the door quietly, and walked to the kitchen, to warm my lunch.

As I stood there, I heard a sound of feet approaching and some voices. I was about to walk out of the kitchen when suddenly,

"Okay, go now, please." I heard Doly say in a worried voice "Arun can get home any minute."

I heard that and instinctively moved sideways, behind the wall, so I was not visible. Who was she telling to go and why was she worried about my getting home, was the question that popped into my head.

"Yes, I am going, but you owe me!" that was Pravin uncle's voice, I realized.

"Yes, ok, fine. Go now! I beg you!" Doly said in a pleading voice. I heard the door open.

"Pravin!!!" she suddenly said in a raised voice and I thought to myself - just Pravin? No Pravin uncle? At this point I could not help myself and I strode out of the kitchen. I saw them and they saw me. I don't know which one of us was more shocked and alarmed.

Here's what I saw. My wife was standing at the door, wearing just a t-shirt and shorts. Pravin uncle was at the door, dressed in a shirt and knee-length shorts, one foot outside, one foot inside, and both his hands on my wife's boobs. As I walked out their eyes turned to me, and got as big as saucers.

"What's going on?" I said in a raised voice and started advancing towards them.

Pravin uncle immediately took his hands off Doly's chest and walked away, or should I say ran, towards the gate. I ran to the door and shouted,

"Wait, you son of a bitch!", but he was already running down the street. For a moment I contemplated running after him, catching him and beating the shit out of him. But that's when I felt Doly's hand on my shoulder.

"Arun." she said in a trembling voice.

I turned around, furious and looked at her,

"What??" I yelled.

"Arun, please.... I am sorry... just calm down." she said.

"Calm down? Calm down??" I yelled, shaking her hand off my shoulder. "What the fuck was happening here? What is this? How..."

I fell silent, feeling my rage overcome me. Doly looked at me with tears in her eyes and tried to hug me. I pushed her away, and yelled again,

"Answer me!"

"Please Arun, close the door. The neighbors..." she said.

I banged the door shut very loudly and glowered at her. I now noticed something else. The outline of her boobs and her nipples was visible through her t-shirt. She was not wearing a bra! She noticed me noticing, and immediately folded her hands in front of her boobs, as if it was any use now. I was still shaking with anger, just standing there.

"Arun, please... sit down. Calm down. I'll tell you everything." she said, pulling me towards the couch.

I walked with her and sat down on the couch. Again, she tried to hug me, but I pushed her away.

"Alright, I want to know..." I started talking when suddenly, my cellphone started ringing. Out of habit I took it out of my pocket and immediately answered it,

"Hello." I said, suddenly wishing that I had just ignored it and let it go to voicemail.

"Arun, this is Shastri from BTL Systems. We just met a few minutes ago? I think we can finalize the whole deal today." the voice from the other end said.

"OK...." I said, still a bit dazed.

"Yes, I just have a couple of clarifications about your proposal. If you have it with you, could you turn to page 9?" he said.

For a moment I considered making some excuse and hanging up. But the sales guy in me realized the importance of this call. This was an account I had been trying to win over for almost two years. And finally I was about to succeed. Maybe I should talk to him.

"Yes, Mr. Shastri, just a minute, it is in the next room. Please stay on the line." I said and got up from the couch. Shot Doly a dirty look, and went to the kitchen where I had left my bag. I took out a copy of the proposal, and started referring to where Shastri wanted me to look. Then there were other clarifications and some negotiations. The whole call lasted about 20 minutes. By the time it got done, Shastri was convinced and was going to fax the order to my office.

Done with the phone, I came out to the living room again. Doly was sitting there on the couch with a sullen look on her face. I noticed that while I was on the phone, she had changed out of the shorts and into jeans, and had put a bra on under her t-shirt. My temper had cooled down a lot by now, but I was still upset. I went and sat next to her.

"Okay, talk." I said.

"Arun, I am so sorry. I know how it looks. And I have made a mistake. But it is not as bad as it seems." Doly said.

"Not as bad? What does that mean?" I asked.

"I mean, you might be assuming certain things. It's not like that. I made a mistake, and I won't make it again. Please forgive me." she said, again on the verge of tears.

"I don't get it. Explain." I said.

"I mean I have crossed some lines, for which I am sorry. But I haven't crossed other lines, and never would have." Doly said, starting to cry. I sighed, and sat back, looking at her.

"Has he fucked you?" I asked in a calm voice.

"No! Come on, how can you even think that?" Doly said, crying even harder.

"OK. Then, have you sucked his dick?" I went on.

"Arun!!! No!!!" she said.

"OK, what then?" I exploded "I catch my wife, braless, with an old man fondling her boobs, and her wanting him to go before I come home. It's clear you two weren't playing chess! What happened then? What lines have you crossed? Has he gone down on you?"

"No, no no no!" she said and started crying harder. I sighed with frustration and said,

"You'd better start at the beginning. When did this start? When did it go past him being just a subject for your portrait?"

Doly wiped her eyes, and stopped crying, or rather brought her crying down to a lower level.

"It is tough to exactly say when it started. I guess it started towards the end of my painting him. By then we had developed a good rapport and we started talking about a lot of things.... personal things. He also started paying me a lot of compliments. And he can be very charming. I also noticed that a lot of times, when he thought I wasn't looking, he'd check me out."

"Check you out?" I asked.

"Yes, like when I turned around and bent to pick something up, I could see from the corner of my eye that he was staring at my ass. Or if I was wearing something with a slightly revealing neckline, I'd notice him check out my boobs."

"Okay, and you liked that?" I asked. She stayed silent. "Well, did you?"

"Yeah, it felt nice being admired by an older man. Made me feel special. Reminded me of the days when I used to work and guys would shower me with attention all the time." she said.

"Okay, so what next? How did it reach the stage that I saw today." I asked.

"Well, after I noticed him looking, I guess I started teasing him." she said.

"Teasing him. How?" I asked.

"I'd bend over a lot even when not needed. I'd stay bent for a longer time." she said.

"Wait, what were you wearing when you bent over so much?"

"Initially, I'd wear jeans or trackpants or loose knee-length shorts, and t-shirts. You know, the clothes I usually paint in. But then....." she paused. "... then I started wearing... smaller shorts, and loose skirts and tank tops and...." she paused again "and halter tops."

"You painted wearing skirts and halter tops? How come I never noticed it?" I asked.

"I always changed before you got home." she admitted.

"Okay... so how did he react to your change in clothing?"

"He seemed to like it. He stared longer, and would often fidget and seem uncomfortable."

"Tell me when you crossed what you think was the first line." I asked.

She looked towards the ceiling, as if trying to remember. Then she looked down towards her knees and said in a low voice,

"With the thongs."

"I'm sorry...what?" I could not believe what I had just heard. Doly hardly ever wore thongs. she said they rode up her ass crack and made her feel uncomfortable. So she only wore them on occasions that she wore formal trousers or skirts, to avoid panty lines.

"I started wearing thongs... with those tiny skirts you like." she said. I knew the tiny skirts. They were quite small, about six inches above the knee, and pleated. I always loved how one got a glimpse of her panties when she bent. But she had never worn them with thongs.

"Ok... so he...must have liked it?" I asked.

"Yes. In fact.... he liked it a little too much." she said.

"What does that mean?"

"After I bent over a few times to pick up stuff from the ground, I noticed a bulge forming in his pants. He was me notice, and tried to hide it with his hands. And looked very embarrassed."

"He got an erection?"

"Yes. And that made me feel even more.....bold." she said.

"What did you do? Did you take it out of his pants?" I hissed.

"No!! Come on Arun!! I just.... I went close to him using the excuse of having him change his pose. And then..." she stopped.

"Then?"

"Then I dropped my brushes which were in my hand, in front of him on purpose. And I bent over to pick them up. The skirt rode up and my thong-covered ass was right in front of him."

That's when I realized, with a shock, that I felt a twitch in my cock. The image of my sexy wife in a tiny skirt and a thong, revealing her ass to an old man was turning me on.

"And then.." she continued, "..he touched it."

"He what?"

"While I was bent over..... he reached out with his hand and touched it. I was....surprised that he took the liberty and I just froze like that, bent, in shock."

"Really? In shock or to tease him further?" I asked. She ignored my question and continued,

"After a few seconds I got up and asked him what he was doing. He started apologizing, and said he was sorry. He had gotten carried away. I got angry and told him to leave at once. And he did."

"Ok...then?"

'Then he called me up after a while saying he was sorry and could he come over and explain his mistake. I said OK. So he came over, and said he was a lonely man, and had not had any female companionship since his wife died. And he enjoyed looking at me, because I was pretty. And liked the revealing clothes I wore. That it made him feel young again. But he should have just limited himself to watching, and not touched me."

"OK....what next? Clearly things progressed further." I asked.

"No. That's it. After that I stopped teasing him. And nothing happened. The painting got over. And today I was just taking a nap, when he came in, saying he had been missing me. I was trying to get rid of him. Then I got your SMS. And you saw what happened. That's it." she said and fell silent.

I stared at her for a few minutes and said,

"You're lying!"

"No, I am not!" she protested.

"Yes, you are. I can see it from your face. You are lying. Something more happened. Tell me honestly, Doly. Or I swear, I'm filing for divorce." I growled.

"Arun, please, why do you want to know all these details? I have told you the main thing. I made a mistake by teasing him. He felt me up a little. can't we leave it at that?" she said.

"No, what other lines did you cross? Why did he say you owed him?" I asked.

"That's the only line, of teasing him and letting him touch me. Even if he touched me more later, why does it matter? It won't happen again!" she said, raising her voice.

"I want to know!" I said.

"You asshole!" she hissed, "You just want to know because it is turning you on, isn't it? You are one of those men who enjoy the idea of their wife being a slut? Which is why you hope he fucked me? Is that it?"

"What? No!" I said.

"Then what is that?" she said, pointing at my bulging crotch. Sure enough, the twitch I had felt in my cock had now turned into an erection. "Please Arun. I said I am sorry. I told you the main thing. If you want to divorce me, fine. But I am not talking about this any more. It's over."

She got up, ran to the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her. I sat there, wordlessly, unsure of what to do. Two things were sure. I loved her. And that whatever she had done had turned me on. As I thought more about it, I remembered how I always loved it when we went out together and other guys checked her out. Sometimes, she got propositioned when she was out, and she'd tell me about it jokingly. I had liked those stories too. So what was I to do about this situation?
(To be continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Indian Wife Gone Bad

PART2

If it had been limited to just teasing and some fondling, I guess it was fine. But was that it? Was she lying? I needed to find out. So I stood up, left the house and walked down the street to confront Pravin uncle. I tried to remain calm. I did not want to create a big scene. Just verify a few things.

In a couple of minutes, I was ringing his doorbell. The door was opened by his man-servant.

"Can I see Pravin uncle?" I asked.

"Sahib just left." he said.

"When will he be back?" I asked.

"Don't know. He asked me to pack a bag for him, and said he was going to his sister's place in Calcutta for a few days."

I turned around and started walking back. Pravin uncle, unable to face me, had fled town. I wondered when he would come back. But until he did, I had no way to verify if Doly was telling the whole truth. I went home and Doly was still locked in the bedroom. I could hear her sobbing. I knocked on the door asking her to come out, but she asked me to leave her alone. And I did.

After that I started getting calls from clients and I got busy with them. I called up my secretary and told her I'd be working from home. I sat on the dining table, opened my laptop and got busy answer emails from clients. A couple of hours later, Doly came out of the bedroom and came to the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of water and drinking it asked me,

"Do you want some tea?"

"Yes." I answered, still looking at my laptop screen.

She made tea, we drank it silently. Then I worked some more as she started cooking dinner. The whole day went without too many words being exchanged between us.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Indian Wife Gone Bad

PART3
A few more days passed since that day I came to know about Doly's dalliances with Pravin uncle. We had started talking normally, neither of us making any reference to "that" topic. I visited Pravin uncle's house a couple more times, but the servant always said he had no idea when he would return from Calcutta.

Then one night, when Doly came to bed, dressed in her usual sleeping garb, a t-shirt without a bra and shorts. She put her head on my chest and hugged me. This was her usual way sign for saying she wanted to have sex. We had not had sex since the day of the revelations. This would be the first time. I rolled her over and started kissing her. We kissed for a few minutes, and then I took her t-shirt off and started playing with her boobs. Licking and biting her nipples like she loved, I had gotten her turned on, and she started breathing heavily.

That's when I said,

"Doly."

"Um hmm?" she moaned.

"I want to ask you something if you promise not to get upset." I said.

She stayed silent for a few seconds, sighed and then said,

"Ok."

"Tell me about the first time he touched your boobs." I said and started playing with her nipples again. She moaned, ran her fingers through my hair and said,

"Power cut."

"What?" I asked, looking around, but the lights were on.

"There was a power cut. And it was a hot day." she said.

"Oh."

"I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. With a bra, before you ask."

"How many days was this after he felt up your ass for the first time?"

She paused a little and said,

"Maybe 3-4 days."

"Had he been feeling you up on subsequent days too?"

"No. I stopped wearing skirts after that. Wore either jeans or shorts." she answered.

"Okay, so there was a power cut. Then?"

She took a deep breath and said,

"It was getting very hot and we were both sweating. He asked me what part of the portrait I was working on, and I said his face. So he asked me if it was OK if he took off his shirt, because he was feeling very hot. I said OK, and he took his shirt off."

"Revealing his huge paunch?" I asked, now kissing her neck.

"Yes."

"Then?"

"Then," she continued "I continued painting. But it really was hot. So he said this is a very unfair world, because men can go topless any time, but women can't. And he said how drenched my t-shirt was with sweat. Then he said I should take it off if I wanted. He promised he wouldn't do anything. I said no, it was OK, but he insisted politely. Finally I though, what the heck. It was very hot, and I was wearing a bra anyway. So I took the t-shirt off."

"And he saw your bra-covered tits?" I asked, sliding her shorts off.

"Yes."

"So how did he touch them?"

"I am coming to that." she said, pushing my pyjamas down. "The bra was drenched too and sticking against my skin, so I had to keep adjusting it. That's when he said I should take it off too. I said no thanks. And he said, take it off, make this old man's day. said he hadn't seen young women's breasts in decades. He also said he had seen parts of me much more private anyway. So why be ashamed about the breasts?"

"Hmmmm" I said as I entered his sopping wet pussy with my hard cock.

"Ummm." Doly said, reacting to my entry, and continued. "But I said or did nothing. So he got off the chair he was sitting on, came close to me. I didn't say anything. Just stood like that. He stepped behind me and with one flick of his fingers, unhooked my bra. Ahhhhh."

She moaned louder as I started pumping her harder.

"Go on." I said throatily.

"He then pulled the bra and threw it on the floor, turned me around with his hands on my shoulder. And saw my boobs. He stared at them for a few seconds and then touched them. I wanted to stop him, but I felt what harm could a little feel do?"

She said all this with grunts and pauses in between because now I was fucking her in full earnest.

"What did he do? Describe it for me." I said in between strokes.

"He fondled them, pressed them.......... kissed them, licked them. Ahhh ohhhh.." she started yelling as her orgasm hit. usually, Doly didn't make any noises in bed even when she came. So her moans and her narration drove me over the edge too. We both came together, shaking and quaking in each others arms.

Then we lay together like that, wrapped around each other for a few minutes. Finally I spoke.

"How long?"

"What?" she said.

"How long did he play with your boobs?"

"Maybe five minutes. And then the power came back on. So I told him to stop or else. And he did."

"Didn't you feel aroused?" I asked.

"No." she said a little too quickly.

"Doly!" I said questioningly.

"Well..." she said.

"I know how sensitive your boobs are. It is impossible that you did not feel aroused." I said.

"Yes, I did."

"Then?"

"Well." she said, "I went to bathroom and masturbated."

"Hmm. Ok."

"I am gonna go clean up." she said and went to the bathroom to clean my semen from her pussy.

As I heard the water running in the bathroom, a bee was buzzing in my bonnet. What was it? What was I having trouble putting my finger on? It was something she said that didn't sound quite right.

Then as I saw her step out of the bathroom naked, it hit me.

"Doly." I said.

"Yes, Arun?" she replied, wiping her crotch with a towel.

"Why did he say he had seen parts of you much more private than your boobs?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"You said that when he was convincing you to take your bra off, he said he had seen parts of you that were more private than your boobs anyway. So why be ashamed about the breasts? What did that mean?"

"Umm... I don't know." she said. "Maybe he meant my ass-cheeks."

"Really?"

"Yes"

"Are you sure?" I asked.

".....yes" she paused before answering.

"You paused. You're lying, aren't you, Doly?"

She didn't say anything, just glared at me.

"Arun, will you please stop this cross-examination?" she said.

"Doly, listen to me. I promise you, I won't divorce you or anything. I am not as upset by whatever you did with him, as I am by your lying. Just be honest with me." I said.

"Arun, stop doing this to me. No good will come of it. Why do you want these details?" she said angrily.

"I just want to know the whole truth. Is that too much to ask?" I asked.

"Trust me Arun, it will only make you angrier. Let sleeping dogs lie. I am not saying anything else" she said, put her clothes back on, and got into bed. She then closed her eyes and turned away from me.

"He fucked you, didn't he? That's why you won't tell me the whole truth?" I said.

She turned around, looked at me angrily and said,

"No! No! No! He did not." she said

"Then just tell me what happened. Tell me the whole truth." I said.

"OK fine. You want the whole truth. Here's the whole truth." she paused, took a deep breath and continued, "When I was teasing him with thongs under the skirt, he still didn't touch me. He looked, he even commented. But I always said no touching. Since he was listening to me, I got bolder. So one day I wore a short skirt without wearing any panties. And then bent in front of him, and he said I was showing him everything. So I pretended that I had just forgotten to wear them. That it wasn't intentional."

"So did you.." I started to say.

"Don't interrupt. Let me finish. So I said it was accidental. But I still kept bending over, and didn't put any panties on. The next day when I was doing the same thing, he go up, and started touching my butt. And my pussy. And my clit. When he started putting his finger in my pussy, I told him to stop, and he did."

She took a pause for breath and continued,

"The next day is when the power cut happened. That day too, I was wearing a skirt without panties. And then the rest of it that I told you happened. That's why he said he had seen parts more private. And convinced me to go topless."

"Is that everything?" I asked.

"No. After I got topless and he played with my boobs, in a few minutes, he started fingering me too. I told you I went to the bathroom to masturbate. That was a lie. I let him finger fuck me. In between, he took my skirt off too, and I was standing there, naked as he finger fucked me. And he made me cum."

"And?" I asked.

"And not too much, although I see this is all turning you on." she said, touching my erect cock. "After that I felt guilty, so I told him to go away. He said that was not fair and that I should help him cum, but I refused. He started unbuttoning his pants to take his cock out, but I said if he did, I would scream and call the security officer. So he left."

(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Indian Wife Gone Bad

PART4

She paused and continued,

"That was the last day. After that I told him not to come over, since I could finish the painting without him. He's been calling me up since, saying "you owe me", that because he fingered me to an orgasm, I owe him an orgasm too. That's what he meant when he said I owed him. But I kept putting him off. then that day, he came to the house, and tried to convince me, but I refused. And I told him to go. That is it. The whole truth. End of story!"

I stared at her with a mix of anger and excitement. These newer details had angered me for sure. She had let some dirty old man see her fully naked, and even finger her pussy. But the same facts also turned me on beyond belief. My cock was harder than ever. And only minutes after we last had sex.

Doly sat up, took her tshirt and shorts off, and got on top of me, staring at me angrily. Positioning herself so her pussy was just above my cock she said,

"Well, now that you got me to tell the whole story, don't you want to fuck your slut of a wife? What are you waiting for?"

I put my hands on her waist and pulled her down hard, penetrating her pussy with my cock. And we made love, no, we fucked each other, for the second time that night. And then two more times. And then once more after waking up.



I had finished a sales call and reached the office at 6 pm. I usually didn't stay in office that late, but the order had to be entered into the system that day for a discount to apply. I went to my desk, and was entering the order in our complicated system when I heard peals of laughter and clapping sounds coming from the conference room next to my office. Already annoyed, the incessant noise ticked me off. So I knocked on the conference room door.

It was opened very slightly and Rahul, one of my colleagues opened the door.

"Rahul, will you guys keep it down?" I said.

"Arun!! Come in, come in. Something nice to show you." he chuckled.

"No dude, later. Have an order to..." I protested, but Rahul grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room and closed the door.

"Come on, man. Trust me, Here we have exactly what you need after a long day of sales calls."

I looked around. There were three other sales guys at the other end of the room, crowded around a laptop.

"What's going on?" I asked, approaching them. One of them pointed to the screen. It was some sort of a porn video. I looked away at once and continued "Guys, are you crazy? This violates so many policies! Porn in office? You'll get fired if someone catches you."

"Policy schmolicy, man." the guy whose laptop it was said. "Lighten up a bit. It's not like we are broadcasting it to the ladies. We are in a conference room after hours."

"Do what you want. I am leaving. I want to part of this." I said and turned to leave.

"At least look at the body of this babe. I wonder how ugly men like these get hotties like her." he said turning the screen in my direction.

I looked back reflexively, and stopped in my tracks after I saw the screen. The guy turned the screen around and I walked towards him and behind him to watch the screen.

"Haha, even Mr. Goody Two Shoes Arun is enchanted." another guy slapped me on the back and laughed.

Enchanted? Horrified was the word. Here's what was playing on the screen - A short dark thin man was sitting on a couch. In front of him on the floor, was a naked woman with a very hot body, on her knees, with her back to the camera. From the movement of her head, it was clear she was giving the man a blowjob. Someone else was shooting this. Still visible on the wall behind the couch, was what had made me stop in my tracks first.

It was a huge but yellowing map of the city. Ever since I was a child, I had seen that map of the city in a living room in my neighborhood. When I went there as a kid with some friends, we'd always try to find our college on the map. I also knew that maps of the city this size were not commonly available in the market. The owner of that house had gotten it specially made, because he thought it was a novel way to decorate a wall.

Now of course, it was possible that two people might have the same idea. That two people might have huge maps of the city on their living room walls. But it was almost impossible that two people would have the same servant. Because the short thin dark man sitting on the couch, getting a blowjob from a woman whose face wasn't visible, was the same servant who had told me many times recently "Don't know when Pravin sahib is coming back from Calcutta."

The blowjob continued for a few more seconds, when a voice said off-camera

"Time for a close-up. Do you mind if I take a close-up, Mangal?" and laughed.

Mangal, the servant replied,

"No, sahib, no problem. Whatever you wish."

As he said that, the woman spoke without looking back,

"Don't you dare take a close-up, Pravin. I told you my condition for this clip, my face shouldn't appear."

That's when one of the sales guys watching the clip with me said,

"What a bitch. Doesn't mind showing the rest of her body naked, but won't show her face?" and everyone laughed.

"Don't worry, my dear." Pravin's voice said, "I will shoot it in a way that your full face isn't seen. Only your luscious lips around the cock. And you can delete the clip afterwards if you aren't satisfied."

The woman on screen was about to say something when Mangal caught her head and held it down saying,

"You talk too much. Shut up and keep sucking. Trust sahib."

And only muffled moans of protest were heard. The camera started moving closer.

"First we take a close-up of her ass." the voice on the screen said as camera zoomed in on the ass, displaying a mole on the left buttcheek that pretty much shot to bits any hopes I had of this not being my wife. "Now the pussy" and he moved the camera under her pussy, giving a dark-lit shot that didn't show it too clear, "Now her boobs" he said showing my wife's luscious boobs bouncing against Mangal's knees, "and now, the lips and the cock." And the camera moved upwards.

My heart almost stopped as I dreaded the worst. Her full face would be visible. All these sales guys knew my wife. She had worked here after all. They had set me up for humiliation. They were going to laugh at me for being a cuckold. And spread the news all over the office.

These thoughts raced through my mind as the camera slowly moved upwards, but before it could reach the face, it was yanked from Pravin's hand. By my wife. And thrown to the side. All that was visible for the next few seconds was the ceiling, and then the video stopped.

"Feisty little bitch!" Rahul said.

"Where did you get this?" I asked the guy who owned the laptop.

"Some friend forwarded it to me with a bunch of other clips. Liked it, didn't you?" he said. I stayed silent, hoping that no one had recognized Doly's voice. No one seemed to have. He continued, "You should watch the whole thing. It's twenty minutes long."

"Awesome video. The worst part though, is that she doesn't show her face at all. And speaks only at the end." another guy piped up. "Wonder what she charges for a night, man."

"How do you know she is a prostitute? Maybe she is just some desperate housewife." Rahul asked.

"Impossible, dude. A hot bitch like her can get any man she wants. Why would she give blowjobs to an old fat guy and his servant? She has to be one of those high class whores....25,000 rupees a night types."

"Maybe. But then if she was a whore, why didn't she actually fuck anyone? All we saw was oral sex." Rahul countered.

"Maybe she didn't fuck them on camera." the guy said.

By now my head was spinning.

"Guys, I've got to go." I said and walked out of the conference room.

It had been almost three weeks since Doly told me "the whole truth". Or as this clip made it clear, more lies. Our sex life had improved beyond recognition. We had talked it out, she had apologized, and things were kinda normal. Or so I thought. And suddenly the whole pretense had all come crashing down.

I quietly entered the order in the system as I thought about the situation. I had to confront her. Maybe even divorce her. But I needed to know the actual truth. And I could not trust her to give it to me.

Half an hour later, I was sitting in the seedy office of a "Detective Agency" I had found using the yellow pages. One that ensured "contractual confidentiality". A few minutes later, a heavy-set middle-aged woman dressed in a saree came inside and sat on the chair behind the desk.

"So, what can I do for you, Mr..." she said.

"Arun." I said.

"Yes, what can I do for you, Mr. Arun?" she asked.

"No offence, but can I speak to the boss?" I said.

She put her elbows on the table, smiled at me and said,

"I am the boss. My name is Salma. This detective agency belongs to me."

"Oh." I said, getting up. "I am sorry, but I think I'd prefer some other agency."

Just as I reached for the door, I heard Salma say,

"Think your wife is cheating on you?"

I turned around, surprised and said,

"How did you..."

"I can guess. Can't think of any other matter you'd feel uncomfortable discussing with a woman." she said.

I stood there, unsure of what to say, She continued,

"You can walk out the door if you want, Mr. Arun. But wouldn't you trust a detective agency headed by a woman to handle this issue more sensitively and discreetly than a man?"

Mutely, I sat down.

"So tell me, what makes you suspect she is cheating on you?" she asked.

And I started talking. And talking. And talking. It felt good to talk about this with someone. Felt like a load off my chest. I told her the whole story, starting with the portrait sessions, and ending with the video clip. After I stopped talking almost twenty minutes later, Salma, who had listened in silence, said,

"Mr. Arun, you already know your wife is cheating on you. Why are you wasting money by hiring us?"

"I need to know. I need to know the whole truth." I said.

"Why?" she pressed on.

"I just do."

"Alright. you're the client. Your wish is my command. But take the advice of a woman who has seen hundreds of such cases. The truth will only hurt you. And you are already very hurt. Just leave her. Move on with your life. I can find out the absolute truth. But it is not going to help anyone. All you will buy by paying me my fees, is more misery for yourself" she said in a very kind voice.

"I need to know." I repeated like a stuck record.

"Fine, as you say."

I gave her the details like my address, Pravin's address, a picture of Doly that I always carried in my wallet, and a cheque for the advance. And I left for home.

When I got home, Doly was watching the TV. I came in, and she kissed me. From my body language in barely returning that kiss, she sensed something was wrong.

"What happened? Bad day at work?" she asked.

"You could say that." I replied and walked to the couch.

"Lost an important account?" she asked.

"Worse. Lost any trust I had in my wife." I replied calmly, sitting down on the couch. Doly stared at me, mouth agape,

"What now?" she finally asked.

"Why didn't you tell me the whole truth like I asked you to?" I asked.

"I did." she said tentatively.

"Well, I have proof that you didn't. That you left out something. And that you crossed some more lines." I said.

"What? That's not true." she protested.

"Doly, I swear I am sick of your lies. Now I know for a fact that you have lied to me." I said.

"On what basis do you say that?" she asked.

"I am not revealing that. Or else you will alter the truth on the basis of what I know and again lie to me. Let's just saw I know everything. Now tell me. And remember, if I catch a single lie, I am throwing you out of the house right now and calling a lawyer for a divorce."

"Arun!! Please!!" she said.

"Shut up!" I yelled. "Start talking. And remember, if you lie and I catch it, based on what I know, you are out of this house."

Doly just sat there, staring at me. The conniving bitch, I thought to myself. I always thought she was an innocent clean-hearted lady. And yet she had been brazenly and confidently lying to me.

"Arun, I am sorry. Please don't make us go through this again." she pleaded.

"Maybe I should help you start talking. I am going to ask you some questions. Yes or No. And if you lie to even one of them, this marriage is over. Keep telling the truth and we still might salvage something." I said.

She said nothing. I continued.

"Ok. First question, did you give Pravin a blowjob?"

"Yes." she said flatly.

"More than once?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Did he fuck you?" I asked.

She stayed silent, clearly thinking. Like a poker player trying to guess the cards of someone who has gone all in.

"Did he fuck you?" I repeated.

Finally, she decided to fold.

"Yes." she replied.

And there it was. Confirmed. I had no evidence of it from the video clip, but she had admitted it. My shoulders sagged.

"I am sorry, Arun." she whispered.

"I am not done yet. Have you fucked anyone apart from me since I caught you with Pravin that day?" I asked.

"NO!"

"Doly, are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes, I am sure. I am not lying, Arun. Since that day, I have been faithful." she said.

"OK, before that, was Pravin the only one or did he have someone else with him?" I asked.

"You already know it all. Why are you asking me?" she said.

"Answer me." I said.

"Yes." she said.

"Name?" I asked.

"Narayan."

Narayan? Who the hell was Narayan? I thought to myself. Nevertheless I continued.

"And? Who else?"

"Narendra." she said.

"And? Who else??" I asked.

"No one else."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

She paused and looked at me confused.

"Well, I guess technically Savitri too."

"Savitri? Our maid?" I asked. This was all getting too much. I had come home expecting her to admit to fucking Pravin and his servant Mangal, but there were two other guys and our maid involved too.

"Yes...... you didn't know?" she asked, surprised.

"Who else?" I asked.

"That's it?"

"Yes."

"Positive?"

"Yes."

"Last chance."

"Wait!" she said. "Do you mean just having actual sex or.......other stuff too?"

I slumped back in the couch, unable to take it any more.

"Doly.... just start at the beginning. And tell me the whole truth this time."
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Indian Wife Gone Bad

PART5

And she started narrating,

"Some of what I told you before is true. Except that Pravin wasn't as shy and reluctant as I made him out to be. He is very talkative and charming. And has a way with words. And because he doesn't look that great, his skills at conversation and manipulating are even more surprising and caught me off-guard."

"Right from the first day, he talked a lot. Told me about himself, his family, his dead wife, his kids. Asked me about myself. Where I grew up, what I did, how I met you and all that. The conversation flowed very naturally. Then he started talking about his wife a lot. How he missed her. How she was a lovely woman."

"What else did he say about her?" I asked.

"Well, a lot of things, but the relevant part was when he talked about how graceful she was.... and how she dressed."

"How she dressed?" I asked.

"Yes, he said she was always dressed smartly, in skirts, shorts, tops and everything. How she had a good body and wasn't shy in flaunting it. Even in her older years. Not like all other Indian women who start dressing frumpily after they get married. I obviously said, not all Indian women. He said, yes, all, even me. I laughed and asked what he was talking about? And he said every day he was me wearing trackpants, loose jeans, loose shorts, t-shirts... as if I was trying to hide my body. And I protested saying, that's not true. I dress that way when I paint for comfort. He scoffed at me, saying I was just making excuses. And that whether I like it or not, I had turned into a frumpy 'aunty' after marriage. That was the start of his manipulation."

"Hmmm." I said. She went on,

"So obviously, the next day, just to prove him wrong, I wore a tank-top and a knee-length skirt. When he came and sat in his chair, I expected him to comment on the change in my attire. But he did no such thing. Just made conversation about other things. Finally, when he got ready to go, I asked him if he didn't notice anything different about me. He looked at me clueless and said, no. I did a small twirl and said - my clothes today? And he started laughing. He said this showed how frumpy I had gotten. This attire was not considered too revealing even in the 70s when he and his wife were young, he said. If this was my idea of trendy, it showed how I was typical. He was laughing even as he left the house."

"What a clever bastard." I said. "So let me guess, the next day, you wore even skimpier clothes?"

"Yes." Doly said wistfully. "I wore one of those tiny skirts. And I realized he was right. I hadn't worn it in months. And I wore that halter top, the one which shows almost my whole back. When he came, he gave me a look of approval and a smile. But didn't say anything. He took his post and I started painting. Finally after an hour or so he said - ok, I know you want me to notice your attire, so fine, at last you are dressed properly. He had almost made me wait for his approval so much that I beamed in happiness. A while later, I dropped my brush accidentally."

"Ah. So he.." I said, but Doly snapped,

"Don't interrupt. I bent down, mindful of the fact that he might get a glimpse of my panties. Wanting to tease this smug bastard, I stayed bent a little longer than needed. When I got up, I saw that he was laughing. I asked why he was laughing. And he said because of what he saw. And I said, was he a small boy to giggle that he saw a girl's undies? And he said no, he wasn't laughing for that. So I asked why then? He said it showed I was still frumpy at heart. Confused, I asked huh? And he said he found it funny that I wore "grandma underpants" with such a pretty skirt."

"Oh! Bastard." I said.

"I know. I said there's nothing wrong with those panties. And he said, surely maybe for a frumpy Indian aunty. But his wife would have worn trendier underwear. I didn't say anything. Just fumed and kept painting. That's when Savitri came."

Savitri is our maid who cleans the house and does dishes and laundry. She is a petite young woman, not excessively beautiful, but not ugly either.

"Savitri usually came in the morning. But from that day she was going to come in the afternoon. So she came into the studio, with her broom and mop. When she came in, she first stared at me wide-eyed, maybe because she had never seen me in such revealing clothes. Then she looked at Pravin, said "Pravinji!" and actually blushed and smiled. That puzzled me. She then started sweeping the floor and I noticed that all the time, Pravin kept checking her out. Almost shamelessly. Even more puzzling, Savitri noticed, but kept working with a wry smile on his face."

"A while later Savitri was done cleaning the studio, she left. As she was going, Pravin said "tata!" and she giggled. A minute later, Pravin got up and said, he'd be right back. I casually asked, bathroom break? He said, no. And left the studio. I waited there for a few minutes, and then decided to get a drink of water. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw Pravin standing there wiping his mouth, and Savitri hurriedly adjusting her saree. Clearly, they had been doing something."

"Pravin and the maid?" I asked.

"Yes. Well, I ignored them, drank water, and went back to the studio. Pravin followed me. He sat in his place and I resumed painting. I asked him casually if there was something up between him and Savitri. He smiled and said, gentleman don't kiss and tell. I smiled and said, I thought Savitri was married. He said she was. But she knew what she wanted. Then he said, it is only middle class and upper middle class Indian women who become frumpy after marriage, another jab at me. Women like Savitri, he said, discover their true appeal after marriage. I said to him he was disgusting, taking advantage of a poor woman like that. He said he hadn't forced her. They had played a game of seduction some time back. Shocked, I asked him if he had slept with her. And he guffawed and said, gentlemen don't fuck and tell either."

"He then launched into a speech about how she was pretty, and graceful, and insatiable. How he had flirted with her and she had flirted back. How women like me could learn a thing or two from women like her, he said derisively. By then I was really pissed off at his constant indirect putting down of me. I decided to teach the old man a lesson."

"Which is exactly what he wanted?" I asked.

"Yeah, I suppose. The next day, I wore an even skimpier halter top, the one that just barely covers my boobs? And I actually went out and bought an even shorter skirt. One that just barely stopped below my pussy. I wore it, with a thong underneath. I wanted to tease and torment the old man so much that he'd get a boner in front of me. When he rang bell at the usual time, I went to open the door, and I was surprised to see another man with him."

"Another man?" I asked.

"Yes. That was Narayan, his friend. Also old and retired. Balding, like Pravin, but not fat. In fact, very skinny. I was so embarrassed to suddenly be in such revealing clothes in front of a stranger. Standing there with my legs fully visible, my bare back on display, and my boobs almost spilling out of the two straps of the halter, I felt like hiding somewhere. I didn't say anything. Pravin introduced me to Narayan very nonchalantly. Said he was a friend who had come to visit him from out of town, and he hoped I didn't mind if he stayed and gave him company. Obviously, I could not say no. If Pravin was a chatterbox, Narayan was the opposite. Didn't say much. Just sat on another chair and kept listening to Pravin yammer on and on."

"And of course, stared at me. He kept staring at me so much, I started feeling conscious and thought about changing into something more decent. Finally the doorbell rang, and I guessed it was Savitri. I excused myself to go open the door. I had also decided to change while I was away, but just as I walked out, Pravin said - you are looking really pretty today, very perfectly dressed. The first proper compliment he had given me. I smiled, almost basking in the glow of his rare compliment and went to open the door."

"Who was at the door? The Narendra guy you mentioned?" I asked.

"No, it was Savitri. She came in, again, staring wide-eyed at me. I started walking back when she called out to me. Memsaab, she said, wait a minute. I asked what was it. She said to me - be careful of Pravinji. He is not completely what he seems. I found that a little presumptuous and nosy. I asked her, what the hell did she mean? She said, and I quote - In just a week, he has taken you from shirt and pants to this.... think about how long it will take him to get these little pieces of cloth off. That pissed me off. I shot her an angry look and said - Mind your own business, and don't forget your place. I am a married woman. She smiled and said - sorry if I am saying too much, but I am a married woman too. Which is why I am telling you, be careful. I told her to go do her work and stop talking too much. And fuming, I went back to the studio. I was so upset at Savitri, that I forgot to change."

"Just as I was about to enter the studio, I overheard Pravin and Narayan talking. I heard my name so I stopped a couple of feet away to listen. Narayan said - Doly seems quite hot. Pravin said - She is good looking, I'll give you that, but I bet she is a typical repressed middle class Indian girl. Narayan said - Doesn't seem so from what she is wearing. Pravin said - Heh. She is doing that just to prove a point, and even then she is so scared and conscious about you looking at her. Her maid is more self-aware than her. Narayan - Really?. Pravin - Yeah, I bet this Doly has never seduced a man in her life. Just gone from momma's house to hubby's house."

"They knew you were listening, didn't they?" I asked.

"Yeah, in retrospect, I am sure they did."

"So what happened next?"

"I walked in at this point, pretending that I hadn't heard anything. I started painting again. And once more, Narayan was staring at me, and Pravin was just chattering away to Narayan without looking at me too much. I finally decided to make Pravin pay attention. I said to him - I need you to change your pose. I went close to him. Bent a little in the waist, and touched his chin with my hand and lifted his face upwards, and then moved it sideways. Now Pravin was paying attention. His eyes were staring at my boobs which were partially displayed from the sides of the halter top."

"Was he getting a hard-on?" I asked.

"I don't think so. Anyway, just as I was doing that, Narayan said - I am going to use the bathroom. I was standing between his chair and Pravin's chair. He could have gone from the other direction. But instead and I am sure on purpose, he squeezed behind me. In doing so, he very "innocently" bumped into me. Actually, it felt as if he pushed me. Whatever it was, it made me loose my footing and fall towards Pravin."

"The way I fell, my face went above Pravin's left shoulder, and my shoulder bumped into his chest. I was just about to regain my footing and get up when......" Doly paused.

"When what?" I asked.

"Well... very swiftly, Pravin put his arms behind my back, pulled me down into his lap and..... kissed me. He kissed me hard, very passionately. First I tried to resist and free myself from his grasp. But he was too strong, and also, well, honestly, his kiss was too good to break out of. I stopped struggling in a few second and started kissing him back. Without realizing, I put my left hand on his almost bald head. We were like that, lip-locked for at least a minute. And finally he broke free for air and inhaled."

"After he broke the kiss, I noticed Narayan was standing behind him, with a wide smile on his face. Without looking at him, Pravin said - Narayan, you were going to the bathroom? Narayan immediately walked out of the studio. I was still in Pravin's arms, resting on his lap....well part lap and part paunch.... with my hands around his neck. I was still reeling from the after effects of his kiss, a kiss that I would have never expected someone like him to be capable of."

"As I lay there in his arms, he lowered his head and kissed me again, but this time, I felt his hand go lower and reach beneath my skirt. I was still lost in his kiss and I barely registered that he had taken my thong off. Then he broke his kiss and I felt his finger on my clit. I looked down and noticed with shock that he had flipped my tiny skirt above my waist, and my naked pussy was on full display. That's when reality suddenly hit me. I realized what I was doing and I yelled - stop! let me go!"

"Did he let you go?" I asked.

"Yes" Doly said, "he did. I immediately got up and he started laughing. He said - I knew you are too frumpy to give in to your natural instincts for too long. I responded by saying - shut up. I am a married woman. And you just took advantage of me. He said - I took advantage? All you had to say was stop. As soon as you did, I let you go. He was right. So I just stood there, unable to say anything. Finally when I gathered some thoughts to say something, the door opened and Savitri walked in. She looked me at, standing there, and Pravin sitting on the chair. I bent down to see and make sure my skirt was no still bunched up. To my relief, it was not. Wordlessly, I walked back to the canvas and picked up some brushes to decide which one to use next."

"But as it happened, I was still very shaken at what had happened - how I had let a strange man kiss me. So my hands started trembling in nervousness, and suddenly the brushes all fell out of my hand and down on the floor and scattered around the half the room. Reflexively, I bent down, got on my hands and knees and started collecting them. I was so nervous and shaken that I didn't realize...."

"That you had no panties on?" I completed her sentence. She nodded.

"And a lot of the brushes had fallen behind me, so my butt was facing Pravin and Savitri. And with that tiny skirt having ridden up, my ass and my pussy were visible to both of them."

I pictured the scene in my head. My beautiful wife's sculpted and perfect butt, and usually shaven pussy, on display as she was on all fours, with a tiny skirt riding up. My erection now started coming to life.

"In a few seconds I realized what I was showing and I immediately stood straight. Looked behind cautiously. And I saw three faces with contrasting expressions. Pravin was grinning ear to ear. Savitri was shaking her head knowingly. And Narayan, who had entered the room without my realizing, had a hungry wolf expression on his face, with his tongue hanging out."

"Did they fuck you then?" I asked, rubbing my erection over my pants.

"No. Not yet." Doly replied.

"So what happened next?"

"I suddenly felt a sense of dread and panic overcome me. Immediately I said - umm...that's it for today. I won't be painting any more. Please leave. And I ran out of the studio and ran up to the bedroom. I rushed to the closet, and quickly put on underpants, a bra, trackpants and a loose t-shirt. As I came out of the bedroom, I saw Pravin and Narayan had left. And Savitri was sweeping the living room. When she saw me, she stopped sweeping and said - Memsaab, I told you.... but I interrupted her and said - You should go now, complete the cleaning tomorrow. She again said - But please listen.. and I interrupted her and yelled - Didn't you hear me? Just go!"

"So what happened next?" I asked.

"At that point I had decided I had made a big mistake. I decided to end the portrait sessions. I called up Pravin and told him, it's done, don't come over tomorrow. I am finished. He didn't say anything. Said OK and hung up."

"So.... how did he come back?" I asked.

"Remember the evening he dropped by for tea for the first time?" Doly asked.

"Yeah." I answered.

"It was that day. I was going to tell you everything that very day, come clean and apologize. Because the damage had not been completely done. But I think he saw you come home and immediately landed up for a supposed "social visit". The three of us had tea, snacks and talked about things. Well that time, when you went to the bathroom, he quietly handed me a note and whispered - read this as soon as you can. I put the note in my pocket and went to the bathroom after you. And read it in the bathroom. I was expecting an apology note."

"Was it?" I asked.

"No!" Doly said. "It was a blackmail note. Well, sort of. He had written something like - I have no interest in seducing frumpy women like you. What happened today was just a small accident. Obviously, you have taken it too seriously and decided to cancel the portrait. I don't care about seducing you. But I want that portrait completed to gift it to my daughter. So you ARE going to complete it. I am coming over tomorrow to pose for it. As soon as you read this note, come out and ask me what time I am coming tomorrow, as a sign that you are agreeing. If you don't agree, I will mention all about today's incident to your husband. In fact i will tell him I have slept with you. And if he doesn't believe me, I will tell him about the mole on your left butt cheek."

"Son of a bitch!" I said.

"Yes, so I had no choice. I came out and asked him what time we he was coming the next day. And he beamed and said noon." Doly replied.

"So the next day he fucked you?" I asked. She smiled at me wistfully and said,

"If only he operated that simply. He didn't want to blackmail or coerce me into sex. He wanted me to...." Doly trailed off.

"Wanted you to?" I asked.

"He wanted me to beg for it." she said. "Anyway, I need to use the bathroom. I'll be back in a few minutes."

I sat there ruminating over the story she had told me. This seemed true. I was convinced that finally she was being truthful. But the manipulativeness of Pravin stunned me. On one hand it angered me. But on the other hand, I had to admire how he had played Doly like a puppet from the word go. And clearly, there was a lot more to come.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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