[Ramesh_Rocky]

FIDELITY
5th PART


I called Delta Airlines to check there schedule of flights from Chicago to Atlanta and from that was able to figure out that it was unlikely that Wendy would be able to get a flight back to Atlanta until the following morning, assuming that she would come home at all. That gave me at least until noon the next day to figure out what I was going to do.

I was having a great deal of difficulty thinking and I couldn’t sleep so I went into the study to write a “Go to hell you cheating fucking slut whore’ letter to Wendy. I turned on the computer and while it was booting up I decided I would write a nasty note telling Wendy how I felt about what she had done, then I would leave the note with the pictures on the kitchen table for her to find when she got home. When the computer was ready I downloaded the pictures from my camera and printed them. The first ten pictures were from inside the church during the wedding ceremony. As I looked at these pictures coming out of the printer it struck me that I had taken these pictures less than twelve hours earlier but now it seemed like wedding took place years ago.

The last five pictures were the ones I took of Wendy bouncing up and down on that dickhead’s cock. The odd thing was that looking at the pictures you couldn’t tell what Wendy and Dave were up too. The way Wendy’s dress was spread over them it looked like she was just sitting on him. The only evidence of what they were really doing in the pictures was in my head. In fact if I hadn’t seen Wendy guide Dave’s cock into her pussy I wouldn’t have know what was going on in these pictures. I had to put the pictures aside; they were just too painful to look at anymore.

I sat at the computer for ten minutes and couldn’t think of anyway to put in words what I was feeling so I gave up and checked my e-mail instead. There were only three notes and only one of interest. That one was from Jason Kane asking me to call him on Sunday when I got home from Chicago.

As I closed my mailbox it occurred to me that I should look at Wendy’s mailbox. I had her password because I used to check her e-mail for her but I hadn’t done that for a couple of years.

When I attempted to login the password I had didn’t work. I realized Wendy must have changed her password, but why? Was she trying to keep me from reading her mail? That made me more curious. I looked all over the desk for anywhere she might have written her password without success. Then I opened her briefcase and started searching through the contents. I found her address book and started looking through it. Under ‘D’ I found Dave Dickson. The entry had his address, phone number, and an e-mail address. In the ‘P’ section of the book I found a list of about fifteen eight-character groups that appeared to be passwords.

I started trying the passwords on Wendy’s e-mail account and the seventh one worked. When her mailbox opened I looked in her incoming mail. There was one note from an id named Dicky and it was dated the week before. I opened that note. The heading said From David A. Dickson. The body of the note simply read, “Can’t wait to see you on Friday. Love, Dave.”

Then I went to Wendy’s mail folders and found one named Dicky. When I opened it there were many notes either address to or from Dave’s e-mail address. I started with the oldest note, which was dated last year around the time Wendy returned from her class reunion. It read, “Wendy, How’d things go when you got home? Was your husband at all suspicious? I hope you enjoyed our times together as much as I did. Love, Dave.”

That next note was Wendy’s response. Her note read, “ I didn’t give Jim a chance to be suspicious. Remember the night I called him and he said he was busy and would have to call me back? I started questioning him about what he was doing that night as thought I was suspicious of him. That put him on the defensive. I don’t think he suspects anything. And yes, it was great being with you last week. If I had know it would feel so good to have you inside me I would have let you get in my pants back in high college. W.”

Dave’s next note read, “Reading your note made me think about last Sunday night. When we were parked in the high college parking lot and you sucked my cock and let me cum in your mouth, that was one of the most erotic things that ever happened to me. I had to jerk off while I thought about how wonderful your mouth felt on my cock. You are right. You should have let me have your cherry in high college. Write back soon. Love, Dave.”

Another note from Dave read, “I can’t stand the idea that I don’t have you here to suck my cock for me. You do it so well. I also miss the smell and taste of your pussy. How about mailing me the panties you’re wearing right now. I want to be able to smell your scent in them. Love, Dave

Wendy’s response, “After I read your last note I played with myself until I had an orgasm. Then I soaked up my sex juices with the crotch of my panties, sealed them in a plastic bag and mailed them to you this morning. I hope you enjoy them. W.”

Somehow these notes, while making me angry and upset were also getting me aroused.
I couldn’t believe that Wendy was writing so graphically about sex and that she would actually send Dave her panties. This was very disturbing but also very erotic.

Dave’s next note read, “Got your panties in the mail today. Thanks to the plastic bag the panties were still damp. I held them up to my face while I jerked off. Thank you for sending them to me. Love, Dave.”

The next several notes were more conversational. After going through several notes that had nothing of interest in them I found one from Dave that read, “It’s been three months since we were together and I miss you. I had to jerk off while thinking about pounding my cock into your pussy. Do you still think about having sex with me and how do you handle it? I love you, Dave.”

Wendy responded, “I often think about having you inside me and when I get aroused I have sex with Jim. I think about you quite often so my sex life with Jim is better than it’s been in years. W.”

Dave wrote, “Ouch, that hurts. I have nothing but my memories of you and my hand for relief and you tell me that when you think of me, you fuck your husband. Actually the thought of that makes me horny. When you fuck him do you pretend it’s me you’re fucking? Do you pretend that it’s my big cock that is giving you pleasure instead of Jim’s little pecker? Please tell me more. Your lover, Dave.”

Wendy wrote back, “Dave, Having sex with you is great, but so is having sex with my husband. Thinking of the sex we had together makes me horny which makes me want sex more often than before but it’s Jim that’s inside me and I think only about him when I am having sex with him. And to be honest, Jim’s cock is just slightly bigger than yours. You have to remember this thing between us is only sex. I love my husband. W.”

Dave wrote back, “Why are you so cruel to me? All I want to do is love you and make love to you. Always, Dave.”

It puzzled me that while Dave kept hinting that he was in love with Wendy but she never indicated that she was in love with him. The things she said to him didn’t seem to be the type of thing you expect a woman to say to her lover.

After that last e-mail, the notes became less frequent and the sexual content lessened. That is until Dave wrote, “Great news Wendy. My sister is getting married this summer and I talked her into asking you to be in the wedding. If you can get your husband to stay home again this trip we can have some fun. Love, Dave”

Wendy’s response said, “That’ll be great. We should be able to find some time to be alone together. But, I will have to tell Jim that I want him to come and hope that something comes up to keep him from coming with me. I can’t let him think that I don’t want him with me. That would surely make him suspicious. W.”

Dave’s next note read, “The reception will be at our house. We’ll slip away when your husband isn’t looking and go back to my bedroom. He’d never find us there. I can’t wait to slide my cock into your hot pussy again. I’m getting a hard on just writing this note. Love you, Dave.”

In the rest of the notes Wendy and Dave talked about how they were going to sneak around behind my back and have sex. In one of his notes Dave said, “During the reception I want to take you back to my room and fill your pussy with my hot cum. Then when you go back to your hotel I want you to get your husband to go down on your pussy and suck your creamy pie clean. Do you think you could do that? Love, Dave”
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

FIDELITY
6th PART



Wendy replied, “That’s a pretty sick idea, but I love it. The idea of Jim eating your cum from my pussy is making me hot. The though of doing that will keep me hot until I get to the wedding. As soon as I send this note I am going to take Jim to bed and get him to eat my pussy and so that I can pretend that it’s full of your cum. W.”

I was glad that they didn’t get the chance to pull their little plan off. I just couldn’t believe that the woman I had loved for the last ten years could be doing this to me.

After I finished reading all of the notes I printed them. I planned to leave them out with the pictures for Wendy to find when she got home. I poured myself another drink and called Jason to find out what he wanted. Jason started by saying that he didn’t expect me to call until Sunday. I didn’t tell him why I was home from the wedding a day early. I asked him what he wanted and he said that he had a project starting in Phoenix on Monday and was hoping I could go out there to work on it for a while. I asked him how long he wanted me to stay out there and he said, “I’d like you to go out their for a couple of months.”

I said, “I’ll leave for Phoenix tomorrow.”

“That’s great. I’ll feel better knowing your running the show out there for me, but you don’t have to leave tomorrow. You can fly out Monday.”

“I’d rather fly out tomorrow and get an early start Monday.”

“Well, that’s up to you. Call me when you get settled.” Then Jason went on to give me the details of the project and who to contact in Phoenix and then we ended the call.

This worked out great for me. I didn’t want to be home when Wendy came back from Chicago, but I had no idea of where I could go. I thought about going to my parents but I really didn’t like the idea of getting them involved. I didn’t want to have to explain what happened to them. This Phoenix job was better. I called Delta and made my flight arrangements then I called Hilton and got a room in the Phoenix Hilton. Then I packed just about all the clothes I owned. I even took clothes out of the laundry. When I was done I had two large suitcases and a carry on bag full of clothes for my trip. When I was done packing I wrote a check for half of the total in our joint bank account and went the ATM at our bank and deposited the check into my business travel account. I was afraid that Wendy might clean out our back account and leave me with nothing.

Back at the house I packed up my personal belongings and moved them into the storage area above the garage. I doubted that Wendy would find them up there and I would arrange to get them later. Then finally, to make sure that I wouldn’t run into Wendy before I could get out of the house in the morning I booked a room for that night at a hotel near the airport.

Just before I left the house I decided that I didn’t want Wendy to know that I had read her e-mail correspondence with Dave. I didn’t want her to know that I had found her e-mail password so that I would be able to continue monitoring her e-mail from Phoenix without her knowing. I put the printouts in my briefcase. I also put the pictures of Wendy fucking dipshit in my briefcase with the printouts.

I had decided that if I couldn’t put my feelings in a note I wouldn’t tell Wendy anything. Maybe that would drive her as crazy as she was making me. All she knew was that I accused her of fucking Dave but she had no idea of how I could have found out. So without writing the nasty note I had planned I prepared to leave. I left my car in the garage but took my keys with me so that Wendy wouldn’t be able to do anything with the car. Then I called a taxi.

PHOENIX

I got through the first week in Phoenix by burying myself in my work. I didn’t give myself a chance to think about Wendy. Apparently it took Wendy a week to finally figured out where I was and on Saturday evening she called me. When I answered the phone Wendy said, “What are you doing to me? You left without a word. I had no idea where you were. I have been worried sick. Please tell me what’s going on.”

She was still trying to act like she hadn’t done anything wrong. I said, “I want to ask you one question and I just want you to tell me the truth. Why did you cheat on me?”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

If she wasn’t ready to tell me the truth, I wasn’t ready to talk to her so without saying another word I hung up. The phone rang again right away, but I didn’t answer it. Instead, when the phone stopped ringing I logged into Wendy’s mailbox and checked her recent e-mails.

There were only two that I hadn’t seen. The first note was from Dave. It read, “Was everything all right with Jim when you got home? Were you able to convince him that I haven’t been fucking that fine pussy of yours? Love Dave.”

Wendy’s reply was, “Please don’t write to me that way anymore. It’s over. I can’t do this anymore. Jim isn’t home and I have no idea where he is. I have to fix things. I can’t lose him. What the hell was I thinking? I don’t know what I am going to do if I don’t find him soon. W”

I sat there looking at the note and wondering how I was ever going to be able to deal with this mess. I never wanted any women other than Wendy but I had to face the fact that she betrayed me and I didn’t think I could ever forgive her.

I got up and poured myself a drink. As I read Wendy’s last note over again I heard a clicking noise and realized that I was tapping the side of my glass with my wedding ring. I started to take the ring off with the intention of throwing it away but somehow I couldn’t bring myself to do it. My emotional stress was beginning to manifest itself as actual physical pain. As my eyes filled with tears I decided that I was going to have to divorce Wendy, but needed to get revenge on both Wendy and Dave for the pain and humiliation they caused me. I didn’t know how or when but I knew if I was patient enough the right opportunity would present itself to me.

I briefly thought about sending Dave a nasty note using Wendy’s e-mail account so it would look like the note came from her. But then I figured that they would figure out that I had sent the note and Wendy would change her password and then I wouldn’t have any way to find out what the two of them were up to.

Over the next several days I frequently checked Wendy’s e-mail but the only notes there were the notes she was sending to me pleading with me to talk to her. There were no new notes to or from Dave. Then it occurred to me that with me out of town she and Dave didn’t need to sneak around using e-mail to communicate, they could talk on the phone.

Over the next two weeks Wendy stopped sending me notes. I guessed that she had given up. That’s when it hit me. As angry as I was about what Wendy had done to me I missed her terribly. I missed talking to her and watching her as she dressed for work in the morning and undressed for bed at night. I missed the way she would walk up behind me and rub my back for no reason. And I really missed the way she made love to me. How could this woman I loved so much betray me.

It was on a Saturday night at the end of my first month in Phoenix and I hadn’t heard from Wendy in nearly three weeks. I had just returned to the hotel from dinner when the phone in my room rang. When I answered the phone all I heard was a clink on the other end. I figured it must have been a wrong number. I poured myself a drink and sat down to watch television. A few minutes later there was a knock on my door.

I looked through the little peek hole in the door and saw Wendy standing at my door.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

FIDELITY
7th PART


At first I though about ignoring her but then my curiosity got the better of me and I let her in.

As she entered the room she said, “We have to talk.”

I wondered if I would get the truth from her this time. I said, “Okay, you go first.”

“When you left you said that you thought that I might have cheated on you.”

“No. I accused you of fucking that asshole Dave in Chicago.”

“Where did you ever get an idea like that?”

“Well, didn’t you fuck him?” After her last statement I knew that she came her to lie to me but I wasn’t angry about it. I found myself excited by her lies. Right then I wanted her to lie to me. The more lies she told the more painful it would be for her when she found out I had seen her fucking Dave.

“No. I didn’t have sex with him and please stop talking to me that way.”

I was half tempted to show her the pictures of her on top of Dave at the wedding and to show here the print out of all of those notes she and Dave had sent to each other but I let her continue to tell her lies. I made up a lie of my own based on some truth. I said, “When I left the reception to get my camera I drove a few blocks and suddenly remembered that the camera was in the trunk. So I got the camera and returned to the Dickson’s house. When I couldn’t find you I asked another guest if she had seen you. She said that that she saw you go off with Dave. When I said ‘Oh you mean the bride’s brother,’ she said ‘Yes he’s the brother but he’s also Wendy’s boyfriend.’ The woman didn’t know who I was and she was a little drunk and obviously didn’t think about what she was saying.

“I looked all over the house and grounds and I saw every other member of the bridal party outside having their pictures taken but I didn’t see you or Dave. Where were you?”


There seemed to be relief in Wendy’s face. She said, “Dave was my boyfriend in high college. We split up when I left college. The night of the wedding rehearsal was the first time I’d seen him since high college.”

“You didn’t see him last year at you reunion?”

“He wasn’t there. He wasn’t in my graduating class he graduated a year before me.”

“So where did you go with him during the reception?”

“We just went for a walk and talked about old times. Nothing more. I can’t believe that you don’t trust me after all this time.”

Wendy’s act of being upset that I didn’t trust her wasn’t very convincing. I said, “Will you swear to me that you didn’t fuck him?”

“I asked you not to talk to me that way.”

“Well, did you?”

“No. Absolutely not.”

I played along with her lie. “If I was wrong I am very sorry. It’s just that… Well, I just don’t know what to think.”

Wendy came over to me and said, “Then think about this.” Then she threw her arms around me and kissed me. “I love you and I would never betray you. I’m sorry that I disappeared at the reception and made you worry but I didn’t know you would be back so soon.”

My reaction to her kiss surprised me. It had caused me to get an erection. I was determined to play things out Wendy’s way and wait for the right moment to get my revenge. At that moment the only thing I wanted to get was inside Wendy’s pants. I kissed Wendy and as our passion built we fell onto the bed. I pulled Wendy’s pants off and buried my face in her pussy and pushed my tongue inside her. I was relieved to find that her pussy wasn’t full of Dave’s semen. I put Dave out of my mind and brought Wendy to orgasm with my mouth. Then I rolled onto my back and asked Wendy to sit on my cock. I had never asked her to do that before but I wanted to see if she would make the connection with the way she fucked Dave at the reception. She didn’t react at all. She just climbed on top of me and guided my cock into her hole and began to bounce up and down on my shaft.

After I climaxed we made love again but much more slowly then we went to sleep.
Wendy stayed the weekend with me and left for home Monday morning thinking that everything was all right between us. She thought that I had completely accepted all of her lies as being the truth. When I dropped her at the airport I told her I would come home the following weekend for three days then return to Phoenix for another three weeks. Wendy said that maybe she could come back and stay another weekend with me.

HOME AGAIN

By the time I returned home in October Wendy’s infidelity seemed like a distant memory. Everything appeared to be back to normal between us. Wendy was the loving caring wife she had always seemed to be. She was so good to me that sometimes it was nearly impossible for me to believe that she had really cheated on me and I found that I still loved her but I hadn’t forgiven her. Wendy was the perfect wife, except for the fact that she also was a lying, cheating whore. But her day was coming.

It was only a short time after I got home that the e-mails started between Dave and Wendy again. There was no mention of them getting together but Dave’s notes seemed to carry an undertone of hope that they would. In every one of his notes he asked, “How are you and Jim getting along? Does he really believe you? Are you sure he still loves you? Are you sure you still love him?”

To Wendy’s credit she wrote that she was sure that she loved me and that everything was going to work out. I had the impression that Dave didn’t want things to work out. From my reading of his notes it appeared that he was in love with Wendy. She had to see that too, but she never gave any indication that she was in love with him.

Our sexual passion was as strong as ever. I really believe that Wendy loved me and that was why she was so loving and passionate in bed, for me it was just great sex. I didn’t allow myself to let love cloud my judgment.



In October during one of our staff meetings at the office, Jason asked who was available to go to Chicago to meet with a customer on Tuesday and Wednesday of the following week. He said, “If you’re available stop by my office after lunch and I’ll give you the particulars.”

After the meeting I went back to my office and thought about the possibilities a trip to Chicago would give me. First I could invite Wendy to go with me. If she said she wanted to go with me I could gauge the level of excitement and see if she contacted Dave to tell him she was coming. I could tell Wendy that the meeting was Monday through Thursday. That would give me Monday and Thursday to try and learn some things about Dave and to spy on Wendy to see if she gets together with him.

Once I made my decision I went directly to Jason’s office and asked if he was still looking for someone to go to Chicago. He said, “Can you go?”

I said, “Yes, but I’ll need to take some vacation time while I’m there.”

Jason said, “That’s not a problem. I appreciate your covering this meeting for me so take a couple of extra days while you’re there.”

That evening at dinner I told Wendy that I had to go to Chicago for a meeting. I could see that interested her. She asked when I had to go and for how long. I said, “I have to fly up Sunday and return on Friday” Then as if it was an after thought I asked, “If you can get away would you like to go with me?”

She said, “I don’t know if I can get the time off from work on such short notice but if you would like me to come with you I can try.”

She played that very well. “If you would like me to come with you.” I said, “See if you can get the time off.”

Wendy called me at work the next morning and said, “I got next week off, isn’t that great?”

“That wonderful. You’ll have to find something to do during the days but we can have some fun at night.”

In the back of my mind I was thinking that when we got to Chicago I could dig up some information on Dave that I could use to get revenge on him while at the same time I would do everything I could to frustrate Wendy and Dave’s plans of getting together and having sex. All I had to do is make sure that Wendy didn’t get to spend enough time alone with Dave for them to do anything.

Later that day I opened Wendy’s e-mail and read the note she had already sent to Dave that morning. It read, “Dave, Jim is bringing me to Chicago with him on a business trip next week. He will be in meetings everyday so I’ll be at the hotel by myself. Do you have any ideas of what I can do to keep from being bored? We arrive on Sunday and we’re staying at the Airport Hilton.”

Late in the afternoon I checked her e-mail again and found a note from Dave, which read, “Wendy, I am so glad you are coming to Chicago. I can think of many ways to keep you from getting bored while you husband is at work. Would you like to come out to the house? My Parents have gone down to their winter home in Florida so we could have the house to ourselves. I’m so excited I’m getting hard just thinking about being inside you again. Dave”

I didn’t get a chance top check Wendy’s e-mail again.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

FIDELITY
8TH PART



CHICAGO

The flight to Chicago on Sunday left an hour late, and then our bags were the last ones off the plane in Chicago. Given our less than pleasant time traveling and the tension I was feeling, I was a little uptight by the time we got to our hotel room. Wendy noticed how tense I was and told me to get undressed and she would give me a massage. She had me lay face down on the bed then she started massaging on the top of my head and worked her way down my back over my buttocks and down both of my legs. Then she had me roll over and she worked on my chest and down the front of my legs. The massage took nearly an hour and when she was finished Wendy asked, “Feel better?”

“Much better.”

“Well I’ve got something to make you feel even better.” Wendy began stroking my cock and as it began to harden she wrapped her lips around it and preceded to give me one of the best blowjobs she has ever given me. When I blew my load in her mouth she looked up at me and smiled then she swallowed the whole load.

I pulled her to me and started to slide my hand up her leg under her skirt but Wendy stopped me. She said, “It’s time to go out to dinner.”

I said, “I just wanted to return the favor.”

“No need to repay me. Besides, I want you to make love to me tonight and I expect you to give me a few orgasms then.”

One thing I found in all of this that seemed strange was that ever since Wendy came home from her high college reunion last year she was much hotter in bed. She was always been a good lover but she got even better and that night when we got back to the hotel was one of the hottest nights of sex I had ever had.

When we were both exhausted from our lovemaking Wendy drifted off to sleep while I laid awake thinking about what I was planning to do the next day. I was worried because if something went wrong I could end up in jail. My plan was to drive out to the Dickson’s house early in the morning and park my car where I could watch the house. As soon as Dave left for I was going to break into the house. I was sure that if I could get into his computer and his personal files I could find a way to get him. I didn’t like the idea of breaking into the house but I didn’t know what else to do. I figured it was fair; after all he broke into my marriage.

I wasn’t able to sleep so I got up and turned on my laptop and connected it to the data port on the telephone and went out to Wendy’s mail again. There was a note from her to Dave and a response. Wendy’s note read, “Dave, It wouldn’t be a good idea for me to come out to your house. If Jim calls me I need to be near the hotel. Can you come into the city? W.”

Dave responded, “Wendy, I’ll pick you up at the hotel Monday morning at eleven o’clock. We’ll go have lunch and then we can go someplace where I can get a taste of that delicious pussy of yours. Dave.”

So he wasn’t going to go to work at all. He planned to spend the day with Wendy while I was at work. That screwed my plans. If I went to Dave’s house that would give him the time he needed with Wendy for them to have sex. I was faced with a dilemma. Should I stay in town and try to keep Wendy and Dave from having sex, or should I go out and search Dave’s house like I originally planned.

After about an hour of fretting over this I made my decision and then I went back to bed and finally fell asleep.

In the morning I left the hotel at 6:30 supposedly to have breakfast with the customer before our nine o’clock meeting. I picked up my car from parking valet and drove out to Oak Park. Traffic wasn’t too bad and I was able to make it in lees than an hour.
The Dickson’s house was located at the end of a cul-de-sac on a large lot with lots of trees and shrubs that made it easy for me to walk right up to the house without being seen by the neighbors. I looked into the garage to see if Dave’s car was in there. There was a car in the garage, a two-year old Lexus. Because there was only one car in the garage I assumed that it was Dave’s.

I started snooping around the house looking for the easiest way in. I could see no open windows or other weaknesses in the security of the house. It was beginning to look like I would have to break a window to get in. I didn’t care about breaking a window as long as the house didn’t have an alarm system.

I slipped in behind the shrubs next to garage and sat on the ground to wait. I pulled out a sandwich and the USA Today newspaper that the hotel left outside my door that morning. At ten o’clock the garage door began to open. I put the newspaper away and moved farther into the brush to better conceal myself and waited. After about a minute I heard the car start and soon it backed out of the garage. I could see Dave behind the wheel as he backed down the driveway and into the street. Dave turned the car around in the cul-de sac and began to drive away before he hit the button to close the garage door. By the time the door was halfway down Dave’s car was out of site so I quickly ran over to the garage entrance and ducked under the closing door.

I crossed the garage to the door going into the house. Luckily the door wasn’t locked. I quietly slipped into the house and listened for any sound. The house was empty. I moved through the kitchen, down the hallway past the three small bedrooms and up the stairs to the study. I figured that this must be Dave’s study because of its proximity to his bedroom. When I looked at some of the papers on his desk I saw that I was right.

I look around the desk but found nothing of interest. Then I turned his computer on. When the computer finished booting up I began looking at the folders on his hard drive. I found one labeled PW. I opened it and found a list of passwords and the accounts or sites they went to. Not very secure. I found everything I needed to get to his e-mail box.

I opened his e-mail hoping to find just one thing I could use against him, but instead found more that I could have dreamed of. It turned out that Davey boy wasn’t a very nice person.

I found the most damning information in a mail folder named Jack. In it were notes he sent to and received from a guy named Jack Hoover. The notes went back more that two years.

I scanned through the notes looking for anything incriminating. It became apparent right away that Dave was a real asshole. In his notes he gave detailed descriptions of his sexual encounters with several women all of who were married. Then in a note from June of last year he wrote, “Jack, Just found out from my sister that Wendy Hillard is coming to town for their high college class reunion. In high college I did everything I could to get in Wendy’s pants but that bitch wouldn’t give in. She was the only girl I dated that I couldn’t fuck. When we broke up she said I was lazy and shallow. That pissed me off and I’ve wanted a chance to get even with her ever since. Well, I’m going to see if I can’t remedy that next week.”

Jack wrote back, “Isn’t Wendy married now? How are you going to get her in bed if her husband comes with her?”

Dave wrote, “I don’t care if her husband comes with her or not. I am going to fuck her and break up her marriage. I’ll let you know when it happens.”

How the hell could Wendy have let herself be sucked in by this slime ball? I looked at my watch and it was 12:30. I felt a knot form in my stomach as I remembered that Dave was with Wendy at that moment. They were probably finishing lunch and talking about where they would go to have sex. I took a deep breath and said out loud, “This is Wendy’s problem now.” She didn’t have any idea what kind of asshole she was dealing with.

The next note to Jack was dated a week later. It read, “Jack, I told you I would do it and I did. I fucked Wendy last night and it was great. It was pretty wild. I used my sister to get me into the reunion Saturday night and I pretended to just bump into Wendy by accident. I told her how happy I was to see her and how great she looked and asked her to sit with me so we could catch up on each other’s lives. I told her a few lies that made me look good then complemented her on how great she looked again. After that we danced and talked until the party ended. I gave her a ride back to her hotel before she left I asked her if she would have dinner with me last night.

“I guess I didn’t make her feel uncomfortable because she accepted my invitation. Then last night after dinner I drove around town and ended up in the high college parking lot, She asked me why I parked the car there and I told her I just wanted to talk. Then I bull shitted her about how much I missed her after we broke up and that I still think about her all the time. I kept up the BS for a while then I asked her if she remembered all the times we made out in my car in that same parking lot when we were in high college. She just looked at me without speaking so I pulled her to me and kissed her. She resisted at first but she was beginning to loosen up after a few kisses. Suddenly she pulled away and said that she had to call her husband. She got out of the car and made a call on her cell phone.

“I knew that if she let me kiss her again after she got off the phone with her husband that she would be mine.

“She was only on the phone for a couple of minutes then she got back in the car. She didn’t say anything, so I asked her if everything was all right. When she didn’t say anything right away I asked her if she wanted me to take her back to her hotel but she said she wasn’t ready to go back to the hotel yet. That was the moment of truth. Would she let me fuck her or not? I pulled her to me and kissed her and she responded by letting me put my tongue in her mouth. While our tongues were playing with each other and I was squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. I had just put my hand on her knee and was starting to move it up under her skirt when her cell phone rang. Wendy pulled away from me to answer the phone. It was her fucking husband. As I listened to her tell him that she was in bed and had just turned off the television so she could go to sleep I put my hand back on her leg and slowly slid it up the inside of her thigh. She was wearing thigh high stockings instead of pantyhose so when my hand reached the bare skin above the top of her stockings I thought she would push my hand away but instead she spread her legs a little farther apart. I continued to move my hand very slowly and as I got closer to crotch I could feel the heat coming from her cunt. When I reached the crotch of her panties and began teasing her pussy through the thin material Wendy closed her eyes but kept right on talking to the poor bastard. I slipped my hand inside her panties and began to finger fuck her as she asked her husband if he would mind if she stayed here for a couple more days. Then she told him how much she loved him. I don’t know how she did it. She was humping my finger while she was talking to him and her voice never gave away the fact that she was close to having an orgasm.

“I continued to finger her with one hand while I took my cock out of my pants with the other. I continued to finger her until I heard her say good night to her husband then just before she turned her phone off I beeped the car horn. I was hoping that her husband would hear the horn before he hung up and would know that Wendy wasn’t in bed like she had just told him. As soon as Wendy put her phone back in her purse I put my hand behind her head and gently pulled her head toward my cock She took my cock in her mouth without hesitation and sucked me off until I shot a load in her mouth. When she was done I handed her a couple of tissues from the glove box so she could clean herself up. After that I took her to my house where we spent the rest of the night fucking. She was so hot she about wore me out.

“I fucked her again this morning before we had breakfast. She is in the shower right now and when she gets out I am going to have her give me another blowjob. By the time she goes home she will belong to me. She’ll leave her husband then I’ll dump her.
More later, Dave.”

Reading that note was extremely painful. The image of Wendy talking to me on the phone while that asshole had his fingers in her pussy made me sick. But the worst part was that she could tell me she loved me while he had his fingers inside her. Also knowing that the two of them could be fucking at that very moment didn’t help.

The pain I was feeling right then made me wonder why I had brought Wendy to Chicago with me. Why was I helping them get back together? I had to keep telling myself that what Wendy did with Dave no longer mattered. If she spent the whole week fucking him or never fucked him again was no longer important. The damage was done. I needed my revenge on them.

I continued reading Dave’s notes and found everything I needed. Apparently Dave couldn’t do anything with out telling his friend Jack about it. There were more notes about the time he spent with Wendy during the time of the reunion. There was a note later expressing his disappointment that he hadn’t managed to break up Wendy’s marriage yet.

Then there was this note, “Jack, It’s official now. I am engaged to the daughter of the president of the company. The old fuck actually likes me. Nothing has been said about any prenuptial agreements so I guess they trust me. Megan is planning the wedding for December of next year. Now all I have to do is teach Megan how to suck my cock so I don’t have to fuck the ugly bitch all the time. I want you to be my best man but we can talk about that later. See ya, Dave.”

Many of the notes that followed made very crude and unflattering references to Dave’s fiancée and her father. There were also notes to Jack where Dave talked negatively about many of the other people he corresponded with via e-mail. I was beginning to get the impression that Dave only liked one person other than himself and that was Jack Hoover. But a note to another of Dave’s e-mail pen pals dispelled that myth. In that note Dave said that Jack was like a puppy, always following him around. Dave said, “I swear I think Jack would suck my cock if I told him to. I guess he just worships me.”

The more I read the worst he got. Then last spring Dave told Jack that he had arrange to have his sister ask Wendy to be in her wedding. He said, “I’ll be fucking that slut again
And hopefully this time it’ll kill her marriage.

I’d seen enough. I was afraid that if I read anymore I would end up getting a baseball bat and waiting for Dave to come home. I copied down Dave’s e-mail ID and password and put it in my wallet. I made sure I left everything the way I found it and then I slipped out of the house and walked back to my car.

When I got to the parking lot at the hotel I called the room but got no answer. Then I called Wendy on her cell phone. When she answered I asked her what she was doing and she said that she was out walking around the hotel. I told her I was on my way back to the hotel and would be there in a few minutes. Wendy said that she would meet me back in our room. I sat in the car for a few minutes until I saw Dave come out and give a ticket to the valet parking attendant. As soon as Dave got into his car and left I headed into the hotel.

If I hadn’t already known Wendy was with Dave all afternoon I wouldn’t have been able to tell by looking at her. She looked happy to see me. She kissed me and slipped he tongue in my mouth. Even thought I was angry about what she was doing behind my back I still responded to the passion in her kiss and I could feel myself getting hard. Wendy and I were soon on the bed having sex. She gave my engorged cock a lot of oral attention and I could tell by her body language that she wanted me to return the favor. I knew what had been in her pussy earlier and I wasn’t about to put my tongue in there. All in all the sex was very satisfying and relieved some of the tension that had built up in me during the day.

On Tuesday and Wednesday I was able to put Wendy and Dave out of my mind and concentrate on me meetings. On both days when I got back to the hotel Wendy was waiting for me. She was hot and ready for sex and she was fantastic in bed.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FIDELITY
LAST PART






REVENGE

I decided Wednesday night that I had everything I needed for my revenge, so I didn’t need to stay Thursday. I told Wendy that I had finished up with my meetings sooner than expected and was going home on Thursday. I watched her face as I told her this but she didn’t appear to be disappointed. Then I offered to let her stay an extra day if she wanted to but she said she would go home with me.

Thursday afternoon when we got home Wendy went to take a shower and I logged on to Dave’s e-mail and started my plans for revenge. First, I forwarded all of the notes in Dave’s Jack Hoover folder to Wendy. Then I forwarded the notes about Dave’s fiancée and her father to the father. I deleted the evidence of the notes I sent from the send file so that Dave wouldn’t know that anyone had been in his e-mail account. That was just the first round.

It wasn’t till Saturday that I saw what I was hoping for. I had signed onto Dave’s e-mail and found a note he had sent to Jack on Friday night. It read, “Jack, Something has gone terribly wrong. Megan called me this morning and told me I was a pig and that the engagement was off and that I shouldn’t try to contact her. Then when I got to work the companies security people came and told me that I had been terminated then they watched me empty my desk and escorted me from the building. I can’t imagine what happened and I can’t call Megan or her father to ask. I can’t believe this is happening to me.”

It was time for step two. I created a distribution list of all of the people that Dave corresponded with except Jack and sent all of the notes that had negative comments about people in them to that distribution list. Finally I took the note that Dave wrote about Jack saying he was like a puppy and would probably suck Dave’s cock if Dave told him to do it, and forwarded it to Jack. This time I didn’t clean up after myself. I wanted Dave to see that those notes were sent from his e-mail address.

I was satisfied. Dave was out of work and wouldn’t be living the good life married to the boss’s daughter and he probably wouldn’t have a friend left in the world. I was happy for him.

Now the last step was to deal with Wendy. I turned off the computer and went into the family room where Wendy was reading a magazine. I took her by the hand and lead her into the bedroom. She followed without asking any questions. Once in the bedroom I kissed her passionately and lifted her onto the bed. I pulled the jeans she was wearing off and removed her panties and began sucking on her pussy. Wendy seemed a little surprised by the lack of foreplay but was soon enjoying the sensations I was giving her.
I continued to stimulate her orally until she had an orgasm then I removed my clothes and positioned myself so that Wendy could suck on my rock hard cock. I didn’t let her bring me off in her mouth because I wanted to shoot my load in her pussy, which I did. After my climax we lay quietly on the bed for a while then Wendy asked, “What was that all about?”

I got off the bed and put my pants on while Wendy continued to lay there half naked with the evidence of our coupling leaking from between her labia. Wendy was looking at me with curiosity but no concern as I began to speak. I said, “Wendy, I have been thinking about this for quite a while now and I have finally made up my mind. You’ve given me eight great years of marriage...”

Wendy interrupted me and said, “We’ve been married ten years.”

“Don’t interrupt me. You’ve given me eight great years of marriage. You’re attractive and sexy, you’re intelligent, you have a good sense of humor, you’re fun to be with, I love the way you suck my cock and you’re a great fuck. It’s for those reasons that I am not divorcing you in spite of the fact that for the last year and a half you have been a lying, cheating slut?”

The expression of curiosity on Wendy’s face had changed to shock. She said, “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I am talking about.”

”How could you say that to me? I’ve never cheated on you.”

“Give it up Wendy. Your lies won’t work. I have a confession to make. Remember when I told you that a woman at the wedding told me that you were with Dave? Well I lied about that. When I got back to the Dickson’s house after finding my camera I went looking around and ended up on that catwalk of whatever it is above Dave’s bedroom.”
I opened the drawer in the bedside table and took out the pictures I had taken of Wendy and Dave and I tossed them on the bed. “I was up there and took these pictures as I watched you guide his cock into your cheating cunt with my own eyes.”

Wendy was stunned. I gave her a few seconds to let that sink in. Finally she said, “Why didn’t you stop us?”

I said, “I wanted to but I could move after I heard you say, ‘It feels so good to have you inside me again.’ There didn’t seem to be much point in stopping you when I found out it wasn’t the first time you had fucked him.

“Since then I have been reading your e-mail and I have learned a lot about the two of you.”

Wendy had begun crying. “I can explain if you’ll give me a chance.”

“If you can explain to me why I shouldn’t be upset that you have fucking that son-of-a-bitch and why I should forgive you for all the lies and deceit I would gladly listen to you. Otherwise keep your fucking mouth shut till I’m done talking.

“Aside from being that jack-off’s slut for that last year and a half you’ve done everything else a good wife should do. So I have decided to give you a choice. You can stay with me and follow my rules or you can leave.

“If you decide to stay you will act like you are my loving and dedicated wife. That should be easy for you. You will under no circumstances have sex with anyone other than me. If you do I’ll dump you immediately. You will have sex with me whenever I want it. You can sleep in here or in the guest room I don’t care which. Now, while a small part of me still loves you, I have absolutely no respect for you and I don’t trust you at all. Respect and trust is something you’ll have to earn and it won’t be easy.

“Before you decided to run off to spend your life with that toad you’ve been fucking, I suggest that you go read the notes that I forwarded from his mail box to you. I think you’ll find that he may not be your Prince Charming.

“If you decide to leave me you can sleep in the guest room until you can make other arrangements. If you decided that you want to stay you can tell me by sucking my cock. Do you understand everything I have said?”

Wendy looked at me with tears streaming down her face and said, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Then she got dressed and left the room. For the next hour I could hear her in the guest room whimpering. Later I heard her turn the computer on in the study. About a half hour later I went to the kitchen to get a drink. Wendy was sitting at the computer and crying as she read the notes. I felt a little sorry for her but I didn’t go to her.

About midnight that night a sudden movement of my bed woke me up. I was still half asleep when I felt Wendy’s lips on my cock. She made her decision.
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

My wife’s Business Trips



My wife Julia could be the poster girl for Overachievers of The World. Grade college, high college, college and in the world of business Julia just had to be at the top of the heap or life just wasn't worth living. She managed to get there with the first three and she is working hard to get there in business.

Julia is the highest grossing sales representative in her company. Her goal is to remain the top performer until she becomes the Vice President of Sales and then she has her sights set on becoming the company CEO. Julia's territory covers most of three states and as a result she is gone on two and three day sales trips several times a month. I'm not too happy about it, but I'm living with it as best I can. I figure that it is the price I have to pay just to have Julia in the first place. That I do have her is a miracle, at least to me. I am her complete opposite. Where she is drop dead gorgeous I'm a little on the plain side; where she is the hard charging over-achiever I am the original "go with the flow" guy and where she was the brainy one I was the quintessential jock. We meet at a fraternity mixer in college and just seemed to stay together after that.

We don't really need the money that Julia is so obsessed with making, but she always tells me that the money isn't important, it is just the way to keep score - the total points needed to make it to the next plateau in her drive to become the CEO. That is another thing that is different about us. She works hard to be a success and I became successful through sheer dumb luck. My brother started up a dot com, talked me into investing and then told me when to get out. I made an obscene amount of money on the deal and I used some of it to by a small machine shop that made parts for the aerospace industry. One day I was watching a machinist at work and I made a suggestion on a different way to do it. He did and then suggested that I get a patent on the idea. I did and more money flowed in. We had more than enough that Julia could have had anything that her heart desired, but what Julia's heart desired was to be the CEO.

I got a call from a good friend that had been a frat brother in college. He ran a plant just outside Kansas City and he wanted to throw some business my way. Julia was on a sales trip to Denver and I didn't have anything better to do so I caught a flight and went to visit Robin. He met my flight and we went out and toured his plant. He showed me what he wanted, I told him we could do it, we signed a contract and then we went to dinner at a popular steak house. The restaurant was just off the bar and the two of them were separated by a wall that had several glass windows in it. We had just ordered when there was a burst of loud laughter from the bar and I glanced that way and my jaw dropped. Sitting at a table with seven black men and another white woman was Julia. Robin noticed the look on my face and turned to see where I was looking.

"She is something, isn't she?"

"Do you know her?"

"No, but I'd like to. The problem is that I'm not black."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I see her in here once or twice a month, always with a crowd of blacks, and when she leaves she always has five or six with her. The word is that she is a gangbang queen. They say she is married to some rich guy and fakes business trips to meet her lovers. How would you like being married to a slut like that?"

How indeed I thought, how indeed.

I had a lot to think about on my flight home. I was having a hard time believing that Julia was cheating on me, let alone her being a gangbang girl for blacks. I really had nothing to go on except hearsay from Robin, but there was the fact that Julia was supposed to be in Denver, that she had been in the bar with a bunch of blacks and that she had left with six of them. There could be a perfectly good explanation of course. Denver is just a short commuter hop from Kansas City and her plans could have changed, but the last I knew Kansas City was not in her territory. That could have changed of course and she might have even mentioned it to me and I just missed it. And there is nothing that says you can't have black customers or that you can't socialize with them. After all, isn't that what I was doing with Robin? No, Julia must have had a legitimate reason for being there.

It was a day later when Julia came home. "How was your trip?"

"Exhausting. It was great from a sales point of view, but trying to convince a bunch of dumbshits to buy from you what they know they need anyway gets to be tiring after a while."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"No, but that's not what I really want. I've been gone three days. Three days without a stiff one. Take me to bed baby and give me a good fuck."

No, Robin had to be wRobing.

Funny thing about human nature. Even though you just know that you "Know" once doubt is planted it grows and grows until you find out that you absolutely have to "Know For Sure." Julia's need for sex wore me out that night, but as exhausted as she had gotten me I still couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned, stared at the walls and ceiling and pictured Julia lying naked on a bed with her legs spread wide and making "come here" gestures to a room full of faceless black men. In the morning over breakfast I casually asked Julia if Kansas City was her territory. I saw alarm in her eyes and then she said, "No, Kansas City belongs to Dave, why?"

"Just a thought. I have to fly over for some business and I thought that if it was your territory we could have gone together."

"Well I'd like to go because I've never been to Kansas City, but it's not mine."

I sat there looking at her as I thought about something a lawyer friend had once told me, "Never ask a question that you don't already know the answer to, and never ask a question that you don't want to know the answer to."

He handed me the cardboard box and his invoice and I wrote him out a check for his services. He folded the check and put it away and then he said, "I'm sorry. Every once in a while I get sent on a wild goose chase and I really wish that this had been one of them."

"No more that I Mr. Spalding, no more than I."

The detective left and I sat there looking at a box containing a month's worth of things that I really did not want to know. He had followed Julia to Salt Lake City, Denver, Dallas-Fort Worth and Kansas City. He had bribed desk clerks, bell captains, maids and room service waiters to gain access to Julia's hotel rooms where he had planted mini cameras and microphones and the product was in the box on my desk. I told my secretary that I was leaving for the day and I went on home. Julia was in Dallas-Fort Worth and I had the house to myself. I made myself a stiff drink and plopped down on the couch and began watching tapes.

I watched as Julia deep throated a nine inch black cock and then fuck nine black men during her last trip to Dallas, taking them in all three holes and all the while begging them to fuck her harder. Kansas City only produced six cocks for her, but she kept them busy for hours. In Denver her hotel room was pretty crowded with eleven men, all black, trying to find a place to sit or stand while they waited for her to get around to them. Salt Lake City was almost a let down and I'm sure that she was disappointed. There were only three blacks, but I suppose that's not too surprising given the low amount of blacks in Utah. But what they lacked in numbers they more than made up for in enthusiasm. For the first time I saw Julia take three cocks at once, one in each hole, and it was also the first time I heard her scream out, "Cum in me baby, cum in me and make a baby, make your white slut pregnant." When I went to bed that night I didn't know what to think, what to do or where my life was headed.

Julia was already home from her latest trip when I got home from work the next day. She was waiting for me in high heels and a black see through nightgown. "I almost called you to ask you to come home early. God but I've missed you. I need you baby, I need you right now."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"What makes me so special that you miss me so much when you are gone, gets you all horny thinking about me and has you panting for me as soon as you get home?"

"It's called love baby. Pure absolute unadulterated love for you."

"Forgive me if I find that just a little hard to believe."

"What's baby, what's the matter?"

"Nothing much Julia. I just wonder when you stopped being my wife and became a whore."

"What are you talking about?"

"Go in the living room Julia. Watch the tape that's in the VCR and see if you can figure it out."

I left her standing there and went to the bar and made myself a stiff drink and then I went into my study and slammed the door behind me.

An hour later Julia came in and sat down on the couch.

"Where did you get those?"

"From a very expensive private detective."

"Why?"

"Because my trip to Kansas City had already taken place when I asked you if it was your territory and while I was there I saw you in the bar with your herd of blacks and yet you told me that you had never been to Kansas City. Kind of made me wonder about you and now I don't have to wonder about you anymore."

"What is it that made you wonder if I stopped being your wife?"

"Wives, at least good ones don't do to their husbands what you did to me."

"Bullshit! I didn't do anything to you. We have been married six years now and I have been loving and affectionate and have never given you any reason not to be happy with me. Can you point to anything - one single thing - during the past six years that showed me to anything less than a loving and devoted wife? No you can't! And yet what you saw on those tapes has been going on all those six years. Hell, it was going on when I met you and it went on all during our courtship. Do I do it around here where it might come out and embarrass you? No I don't and I never would. I can't help it that I'm hung up on black cocks and gangbangs. Its as much an addiction to me as being on drugs and if I go for any length of time without it I go crazy. It has been that way for me ever since high college and it fills a need in me that I can't satisfy any other way. But it has never, not once, got in the way of my feelings for you and it hasn't cost you a thing except in the ego department. You still get all the sex you can handle so you've lost nothing there. I give you so much love and affection that sometimes you even push me away so you've lost nothing there. So tell me, just what has what I've been doing cost you?"

"How am I supposed to be able to look at you anymore after watching you beg a nigger to come in you and make you pregnant?"

"Oh grow up and don't use the "N" word, it's beneath you. There isn't a chance in hell that I'm going to get pregnant by a black man. I always make sure that it's the wRobing time of the month and that I always have my diaphragm, my sponge and a gallon of spermicide with me. I say those things because that's what turns them on. Just like I always have to say, "Give me that huge black cock even if it's only the size of a cocktail weenie. I say what I do to stroke their egos and to keep them charged up. It means nothing."

"That doesn't change the fact that you are a whore."

Julia looked me right in the eye and said, "Yes I am. I'm also the best piece of ass that you have ever had and the best thing that ever happened to you. I also have to say that you are the best thing that ever happened to me. If you want to let something that shouldn't matter a hill of beans get in the way of my love for you I can't stop you. But you need to know that I'm not going to beg you to forgive me for doing something that only hurt your ego. I'm not going to say forgive me and I will promise to never do it again because I will. There is an old saying that half a loaf is better than none; you have ninety-eight percent of a loaf and that's more than most men will ever have in a lifetime. I love you and I want to be with you forever. You just have to make up your mind as to whether you want to be with me."

Julia just made Vice President of Sales and is now within sight of her goal of becoming CEO. I have come to terms with what she does. I practice "out of sight, out of mind" and it seems to be working, at least for now. I have no desire to watch her with other men, nor do I wish to hear about it when she comes home. I'm not going to pretend that when she gets home that I don't think about what she did while she was gone, I just settle for the fact that she is with me and that she seems to want to be there. But I worry. I worry a lot.
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A TRANSFORMED WIFE


PART1

The is a story about a life changing experience that my wife and I had a couple of years ago. Abby and I had planned a celebration after she lost a considerable amount of weight. She had reduced down to 110 pounds and looked great. I should describe Abby. She has long brown hair and big brown eyes. She has the cutest face and her smile is contagious. She stands five and a half feet tall and has a body that won't quit. Abby's petite figure measures 34D-21-33. Despite her awesome assets Abby is embarrassed to show off her shape.

Most of the time Abby wore baggy pants and tops. Like many women, she did not feel that she was beautiful, despite my complements. I finally persuaded her to buy some sexy clothes for our night on the town. I requested that she get something that had a very short skirt and was skin tight. I also requested that she not wear underwear. She balked at this but finally agreed after I begged her.

The day of our celebration Abby went shopping. She called me at work to tell me about her new dress. She seemed very excited about wearing it for me. She wasn't sure, however, that she would feel comfortable in public wearing such a sexy outfit. I assured her that she would be a big hit with anyone who saw her. I don't think I convinced her.

The plan was to go out to dinner and then go dancing. I couldn't wait to see Abby in her new outfit. She picked me up from work at 6:30. When I saw her I was stunned. She looked like one of those glamour models. She gave me a shy smile when I whistled at her.

She said, "I can't believe I'm actually wearing this."

I said, "You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. “

Abby was wearing a red dress that barely covered her privates. Her large breasts stretched the top to its limits. The dress was low cut with a full one third of her breasts exposed.

I said, "I hope those shoulder straps are industrial strength."

Abby giggled and said, "I hope so too."

I continued to stare at her as she drove out of the parking lot. I noticed two bumps in the front of Abby's dress. I was happy to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. I glanced down at her legs and wondered if she was wearing panties.

Abby noticed my stare and confirmed, "No, I'm not wearing panties."

I asked her to prove it and she pulled her hem up slightly revealing her neatly trimmed bush.

Abby said, "I have to be very careful when I get out of the car or bend over."

I said, "I'll bet."

We headed for our favorite restaurant. The parking lot was full and we had to park at the shopping center next door. I watched as Abby got out of the car. She held the hem of her skirt firmly. It was no use, however. If anyone had been nearby they would have seen an eyeful. We walked in front of several shops as we made our way to the restaurant. Abby complained about the 5 inch high heels. Despite the awkwardness of the shoes, Abby caused heads to turn in her
direction. She was quite a sight.

We enjoyed a great meal and a few drinks and talked about everything. I told Abby how proud I was of her. We talked about the looks she was getting. I think she was beginning to like the attention. I paid the tab and we left. Abby asked
if I wanted to drive and I suggested that she drive. I told her that I wanted to just look at her. She blushed. We strolled to the car and again Abby got plenty of attention. I noticed that despite the earlier difficulty Abby had with her shoes, her walk began to get more sexy. I knew she was enjoying herself.

We got in the car and headed for a new dance club that we had wanted to check out. We talked about what we would do after dancing. Abby was playing it coy, but we both knew that a long session of lovemaking was in our future. We were so engrossed in our sexy talk that neither of us noticed the security officer car on the side of the road. We learned about it the hard way. Lights and sirens approached us from the rear.


Abby said, "Oh no! I think I was speeding."

I said, "Don't worry. Just do as the officer says and we'll be dancing in no time."

Abby pulled the car to the side of the road and the security officer car followed. She rolled down the window as the officer approached. He approached cautiously, finally relaxing when he noticed that the driver was a woman. He walked up to
the car door and looked at Abby. He had to stand back a bit to see into our low profile sports car. It was difficult to make out the officer's features. His black skin and black uniform made him nearly invisible in the moonless night. It was clear, however, that the officer was a very large man.

The officer asked Abby for her driver's license and she handed it over. He looked at the license then leaned over to get a better look at Abby. I could tell from his expression that he was impressed with her. The growing bulge in his pants was a further indication. His eyes lingered on her substantial cleavage. He sniffed at the air then asked if my wife had been drinking. Abby nervously explained that she had had just a little wine with dinner.

The officer told Abby that he had clocked her going thirteen miles per hour over the speed limit. Before she could say another word, he asked her to step out of the car. Abby asked him why. He informed her that it was standard procedure for potential 'DWI' cases. Abby tried to assure the officer that she was not drunk. She told him that we had been talking and she lost track of her speed. The officer was not persuaded. He asked Abby again to step out of the car. I suspected that he just wanted to get a better look at Abby's body.

The officer stepped away as Abby opened the car door. She held the hem of her dress as best she could and swung her legs around. Abby released her skirt and used her hand to brace against the car seat. The hem of Abby's skirt slid up her leg as she quickly pulled herself to a standing position. She immediately pulled her skirt down but it was too late. Abby's quick movements getting out of the car had caused the elastic material of her skirt to slide high on her hips exposing her bush in the process.

The officer's eyes got wide when Abby bounced out of the car. He first noticed her large breasts jiggling in the tight dress. He then spotted the dark hair between her legs before she pulled down her skirt. The officer's excitement gave way to seriousness. He accused Abby of using her body in an attempt to avoid a citation. Abby tried to convince the officer that it was an accident and that the dress was new. She explained that she had worn it for me for our night out.

The officer seemed to be satisfied with her explanation. He pointed to the white line on the edge of the shoulder. He told Abby to walk the line with her hands out. She gave him a pleading look. He gestured toward the line. Reluctantly, Abby began to walk the line. Her nervousness and her new high heels caused her to falter. As Abby fell, the officer grabbed her to break her fall. He managed to get a hand full of Abby's tit as he helped her up. Once again, Abby's skirt slid up her legs exposing her pussy.

The officer told Abby that he would have to take her to the station, charged with 'DWI'. I got out of the car and asked the officer if that was necessary. I tried to explain that Abby was not drunk. I told him about her new outfit and how she was just getting used to it. The officer seemed to ignore my words. Abby pleaded with the officer. She explained how she couldn't afford bail and didn't want to spend the night in jail.

The officer told us to get in the car. He went back to the squad car and called in the case. We sat in car totally depressed. I told Abby I was sorry for getting her into this. She was near tears. She told me that she would die if she had to spend the night in jail. I told her we would get the money to bail her out.

The officer got out of the squad car and walked to Abby's window. He told Abby that she would be charged with 'DWI' and for attempting to bribe a security officer officer with sex. Both of us were astonished at the last charge. It was completely out of character for my sweet wife to offer herself for sex with another man, especially a security officer officer on duty. We both politely told the officer that he was wrong about the bribery charge. He ignored our pleading, suggesting that saying more would only make it worse.

The officer proceeded to tell Abby the penalties for bribery. Abby was in tears. When the officer was finished with the litany, he offered Abby an alternative. I could not believe what he said. The officer said that he would forget all the charges if Abby would have sex with him. I couldn't believe it. How could he ask her to do something like that? I was surprised he would suggest such a thing with me there. I let the officer have it. I threatened to go to the security officer, bring a law suit and go to the press if he continued this blackmail.

The officer looked at me calmly as I had my tirade. When I finished, he pulled a small plastic bag from his pocket. The bag appeared to have a white powdery substance in it. The officer explained that if we did not cooperate, he would add narcotics possession with the intent to distribute to the charges. He made it clear that we would both be charged. I dropped my head in frustration. What a nightmare this evening had become.

I tried hard to convince the officer that she will never agree with this kind of indecent proposal because she is a homely conservative house wife. The officer looked towards Abby. I saw a denial in her face. The officer understood it. He then told me that he want to talk with her in Private. I tried to protest but officer did not listen anything and forced us to follow his car. After a 20 minutes drive his car stopped near a
Road side motel. He signaled us to stop and came near our car. He told me that he wants to take my wife in the motel coffee shop for a cup of coffee. He told me that he will try to convince her about the proposal and if she will still maintain her denial mode then he will have to file a case and arrest her. After 15 minutes he came near my car and said my wife is ready to have sex with him. I was totally confused. I knew her fear about spending a night in jail. But how could she agree with this kind of indecent proposal. I asked officer that I want to listen her decision from her mouth. The officer then asked me to follow him towards the cafeteria where my wife is enjoying her coffee. When I reached in the front door of the cafeteria, the officer told me to wait. He went inside and came back with my wife.



I looked at the officer and asked, "Why are you doing this to us?"

He replied evenly, "I like your wife. It’s been a while since I've had a woman. Your wife is the best looking piece of ass I've seen in a long time. Hell, look at her."

We both looked at Abby. She looked down ashamed as he continued, "Her tits beg to be released from that skimpy dress. She can't bend over or get out of a car without flashing her cunt. And her shoes, only a whore wears heels that high..."

I interrupted, "I told you we are celebrating her losing a lot of weight. The outfit was my idea. If she wanted to get anyone excited it was me, not you."

The officer countered, "I'm sorry my friend. Your wife has gotten my attention whether you like it or not and I plan to put her hot sexy body to good use." He paused, and then added, "You know, I think she's also warming up to the idea."

I look at him with surprise and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

He gestured toward my wife's legs. I looked down and noticed a stream of moisture glistening on Abby's thigh. The moisture was undoubtedly leaking from her pussy. I looked back up towards Abby's body and noticed two large protrusions caused by her rock hard nipples. I looked at Abby's flushed face with a questioning look. Her expression answered for her. Abby turned away, blushing.

I asked, "You want him to have sex with you?"

Abby didn't answer. I couldn't believe it. No answer was as good as a 'YES.'

Abby kept her eyes from both of us. The officer said, "Isn't it true, baby? You're itching to feel my big hard cock buried in your cunt."

I saw my wife tremble with the officer's words. Abby's breathing was heavier now. The officer continued, "Tell me, baby. Tell me You want to fuck Officer Brown's big black cock?"

Abby's head nodded almost imperceptibly. The officer looked at me and shrugged, "There you have it. The lady wants me to fuck her."

He turned back to Abby and said, "Go get in the squad car, baby."

She immediately left us and walked to the squad car, her butt started wiggling sexily. She never even glanced in my direction. She opened the door and got in the front seat quickly. I watched in awe as my once devoted wife made her choice. She had accepted Officer Brown’s ultimatum. I wondered if blackmailing was really necessary. She was obviously in a state of arousal. Officer Brown watched my wife with appreciation as she made her trip to the squad car.

Then he said, "you have enjoyed her for long…..now she is mine.? I'm gonna have one fine time with that lovely body of your wife." He again turned to me and said, "If you like, you can follow us and watch your wife getting nasty. But I personally advice you to go back to your home and wait for her, you may not digest what we are going to do next. I'll make sure that tomorrow she returns home safe."

I asked, "What makes you think she'll get nasty?"

Officer Brown smiled and said, "I know her type. Once she gets going, she'll do anything. The quiet shy types are usually that way. You must not be giving it to her, enough. She wouldn't have gotten in the squad car unless she was looking for some satisfaction."

I told Officer Brown that I would follow him.

I watched as the officer walked back to the squad car. I got in and started up the car. I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw officer brown talking to my wife. Suddenly, Abby moved toward the officer and then disappeared below the dashboard. A chill ran down my spine as I realized that my wife was giving the man a quick blow job. My homely and sweet wife was sucking the black cock of Officer Brown. I was surprised to find that disgust was not what I was feeling. I was aching to see her take his cock to the root. I was painfully aware that Abby was doing something for this stranger what she had always refused to do for me. After a minute or so the squad car pulled onto the road and I followed.

We hadn't gone far when the squad car pulled into the parking lot of a warehouse. I followed the squad car around back, out of site of the road. The officer stopped the car next to the warehouse and shut it off. Only then did Abby's head appear above the seat. I was thankful for the flood light that illuminated the parking lot enough to see a fair amount of detail. Officer Brown fumbled with something then got out of the squad car. He walked up a short flight of stairs to a door that he was able to open. He motioned for Abby to join him.

Abby opened the door of the squad car and got out. I was only somewhat surprised to see her dress gathered at her waist exposing her tits and pussy. She walked slowly with a sexy swagger that suggested that her nudity did not bother her and that she was better at walking in high heels than I had thought. My wife glided up the stairs and entered the building followed by Officer Brown. The door shut behind them. I hoped the officer had the courtesy to leave it unlocked. I got out of the car and ran up the stairs. I was relieved when the door opened. I entered and immediately looked for my wife and the officer. The warehouse interior was dimly lit. Around a corner I found them.

Officer Brown told Abby to kneel down and pull his cock out of his pants. She unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She zipped him down and reached in his shorts to find his cock. She struggled but finally pulled out large slab of semi-hard black beef. He must have been nearly a foot long and still growing. Abby's eyes showed admiration at the site of his cock. Officer Brown ordered Abby to suck his cock. Abby did not hesitate to continue what she had started in the car. She stuffed as much of his sausage as she could in her mouth. She greedily licked and sucked the head. She licked his plum-sized balls.

Officer Brown grabbed my wife's head as she furiously sucked his cock. He continued to grow as Abby sucked him. She tried twice to swallow his cock down her throat but it was too large. Officer Brown's cock stopped growing when it reached 12 inches. Abby held the thing up with both hands to inspect it. She had a look of awe on her face.

Officer Brown told Abby to stand up, turn around and bend over. She braced herself against the wall with her hands. Abby knew what was coming and she looked anxious. She looked around to see what Officer Brown was doing. Her hair was now in disarray after the face fuck. She had a wild animalistic look to her. He finished removing his pants and pulled his shirt off. He moved up behind Abby and nestled his cock against Abby's ass.

Abby asked, "Aren't you going to use a condom?"

The officer replied, "No baby, you're gonna take me bareback, skin to skin."

A concerned looked crossed Abby's face as she said, "But I don't have my diaphragm in. I think I'm ovulating."

I was stunned. I wondered if the officer would cut Abby some slack. Surely the officer wouldn't want to get my wife pregnant.

Officer Brown continued to rub his monster cock across Abby's pussy as he said, "Baby, I'm sorry but I don't have a condom. Its either bareback or not at all."

It sounded to me like he might let my wife off the hook. Abby seemed to be pondering her situation. Officer Brown brought his hands around Abby's waist then slides them up her sides. He grabbed two handfuls of Abby's tits and massaged them. Abby moaned at his touch. She looked now like she was hungry for his cock. Abby's face showed pure lust.

She said, "Put it in me, Officer."

Officer Brown asked her the repeat what she said.

Abby repeated, "Please Officer. Put your cock in me."

The Officer began to taunt Abby by saying, "What kind of wife are you? You would let a strange man fuck you without birth control?"

Abby looked the officer in the eye with a lusty look and said, "I don't care. I want you to fuck me. I want your big black cock pounding my hole!"

The Officer complied immediately. He rammed into Abby about half the length of his cock. Abby gasped. I had begun to accept and even look forward to my wife satisfying her newly found sexual passions, but I never thought she would risk getting pregnant.

Officer Brown began pumping Abby's pussy hard and steady. She never took her eyes off the officer. She continued to beg him to fuck her hard. I was amazed at Abby. Usually, she was quiet in bed. This situation must have awakened a deep lust in her. Officer continued to pump Abby's pussy. He had now managed to penetrate her to the fullest extent. It was amazing to see that huge black cock disappear between my wife's white legs. I couldn't believe how she took the entire thing.

Abby came twice as he fucked. Shortly after her second orgasm the officer began grunting something to her. I couldn't understand but she nodded. Suddenly, Officer Brown jerked his cock out of Abby's pussy. She pivoted and knelt down. Abby opened her mouth wide as Officer Brown let a long cum string fly right into my wife's mouth. She didn't miss a drop. He then stuffed the head into Abby's mouth and pumped two of three more cum strings into Abby. She swallowed; however, some of the slimy goo escaped her mouth and drooled onto her chin. When the officer had finished, she took time to lick all the cum off her chin and his cock. I was shocked. She had never eaten my cum before. I
guess it was better in her mouth than in her fertile womb.

Abby continued to licked the officer's cock as she flashed him a grateful smile. Slowly, Officer Brown's cock diminished in size.

Abby asked, "When can we fuck again?" I have only a night for you.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A TRANSFORMED WIFE

LAST PART

The officer gave an exhausted reply, "Baby, it will be a while before I can go again."

Abby looked greatly disappointed as she whined, "I'm still horny. I need you to fuck me as soon as possible."
Officer said “I can’t. I am finished for now”. Then he thought something for a moment and said “ok baby I will arrange something for you.

The officer reached for his radio and said, "Time to call for back up." Abby gave the officer a puzzled look. The officer chuckled and asked, "How many more men will it take to satisfy you?"

Abby's mouth dropped open in surprise, "More men?"

The officer added, "Why we are letting that sexy hot body of yours go to waste? You can get your fill of cock and my buddies will have a night to remember for life."

Abby pondered the officer's words for a moment. Finally, she said, "What the hell. I've cheated on my husband already. More won't make a difference. Besides, I don't think I want to stop until my body gives out."

I don't think Abby realized that I was watching. She probably thought that I had just gone home. I wasn't about to spoil the show to come by letting her know that I was watching.

Officer Brown got on his radio and called for 'back up'. I continued to watch, unobserved. My wife and the officer talked mostly about my wife. He complimented her on her perfect body for arousing men. She was surprised to know that she could have such a profound effect on men by simply dressing as she had tonight. He told her she could make a fortune as a stripper or even as a porn actress. Abby asked him how much he was talking about. He told her that with a body like hers she could easily make six figures a year, maybe more, in porn. She told him that she would have to check it out.

Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from the door. I ducked behind some boxes and watched three more security officer officers walk by, yelling for Officer Brown. He called to them and they marched around the corner. I knew when they spotted Abby based on the hoots and whistles.

Officer Brown greeted his buddies and said, "Guys, meet Abby a future porn star."

Abby said shyly, "Hi fellas."

One of the officers said, "Abby, you will go far in the porn business with that hot body of yours."

My wife replied, "Well, I'm just thinking about it, but thanks anyway."

Another officer said, "You think maybe we could sample that pussy of yours before you become famous."

Abby stood up and said, "Guys, you can have my pussy, mouth and even my ass until you can't get it up any longer."

The three new officers got out of their clothes in record time. They pounced on my wife like a tiger to its prey. They rubbed her and felt her and licked all over her body. Abby appeared in a deep daze as they stimulated her sex starved
body.

She began to moan, "Somebody fuck me...Please, fuck me."

Two of the officers broke away to retrieve something from their pants. They moved back to Abby opening packets that obviously contained condoms. I felt relieved that I wouldn't have to watch these men impregnate my wife.

Before the thought had left my brain, Abby said, "You won't need those, guys. I want to feel your skin touching my skin."

Officer Brown shot Abby a look and she smiled at him as she added, "I also want to feel your creamy sperm deep in my pussy."

Officer Brown looked at Abby with amused shock. The other guys thought nothing of it as one filled Abby's mouth with a hard eight inch cock and another impaled her pussy with a similar tool. The third man pinched Abby's nipples and Officer Brown rested for his turn.

I watched as my previously devoted wife took on three black officers and one white officer with a Hispanic look to him. They fucked her for two hours solid depositing numerous loads of sperm into her very fertile unprotected womb. If my wife was indeed ovulating, then she was almost assuredly pregnant after the onslaught. I watched her take several loads in her mouth and in her bowels. She seemed to have taken to anal and oral sex despite her reluctance to do so with me during our years of marriage. I was beginning to believe that she would make a fine porn star. I had never seen a woman act such sluttier than my wife did that night.

After taking these men on for another session, Abby finally began to show signs of exhaustion. It seemed appropriate for them to stop. It appeared that the men were wiped out as well. Slowly they got dressed, then helped Abby on with her dress. She looked surprisingly presentable once her dress was on and straightened. Her hair still had that wild 'Fuck Bunny' look, however. I took the opportunity to leave before a potentially unpleasant meeting took place. Abby was dropped off about an hour after I got home. I had expected her sooner. I learned later that the officers had gotten aroused once again as they watched Abby strut her sexy shape out of the car near our home. They all four took her one by one on the hood of one of the squad cars just near our house. Their final tribute to her most fuckable body was to shoot their last load all over her face.

Abby's cum covered face greeted me as she walked through our door. She had made no effort to clean the slimy mess off until she saw me. With a look calculated to be as slutty as possible, my wife collected the globs of half dried cum off her face and put them into her mouth. An audible purr came from her throat as she savored string after string of the slimy stuff.

When she finished, she said calmly, "Thank you for asking me to dress like a slut. It has allowed me to find what is actually called true enjoyment."

With that little speech done, she went straight to bed.

The next morning Abby and I discussed the events of the previous night. She was surprised that I had watched most of her gangbang. I asked her why she wanted them to knock her up. She told me that it sounded like the slutty thing to do.
I reminded her that she would probably give birth to a black baby. She smiled and said that she didn't care, it would still be hers. I told her that it wouldn't be mine. She did not answer on that but told me that she still loved me very much and would like for us to stay together, but that she would understand if I wanted to leave her. I told her that I wanted to stay together. She did inform me that she could never go back to her former self. She admitted that she was a slut from the beginning. But she always suppressed her slutiness and lust for fucking other strong men only for the shake of our marriage and her intense love for me. But now she understood that love and enjoyment is different thing. A woman can easily satisfy her husband sexually as well as enjoy fucking other strong men just to enjoy raw and pure sex. Everyone needs some kind of verity somehow, somewhere. She said now she really likes fucking other strong and capable men.

She also told me that from now on she will not suppress her slutiness for anything but if I allow her to do what she wants she will show me what “intense love of a woman” actually means.

We carried on our lives mostly as before. The only difference was Abby's prowl nights. About twice a month she would go out, find and fuck as many men as she could find. It was usually a lot with her looks. I tagged along to keep her meetings as safe as possible. After four months she had to stop. She was pregnant with one of the officer's babies. I told Abby that I would raise the baby as my own in exchange for her using birth control on her outings. Tragically, the baby was still born. The doctor pulled me aside and asked how it was that my wife had given birth to a baby with obvious black features. I told him it was none of his business and we closed that sad chapter of our lives.

One benefit to my wife's new sexuality is our transformed relationship. I now have a sex life that most men only dream of. Abby will do anything I want, anytime I want just to make me happy sexually. Not only that. Now I understood what it feel’s like when a women loves her husband intensely.
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY WIFE AND MY SERVENT

PART1
I had bought a new web camera and it came with sophisticated software. I was eager to try it out. After installing it, I discovered that it had many security features too, for instance the web camera could also be used as a cctv, but recording only when it would detect a movement. I am not very tech-saavy, so I was astounded.

“Have your breakfast” I was brought to reality by the sound of my 40 year old wife Anupama. “You are going to get me late today.”

It was 9.30 am .Not too late for me, but definitely late for my wife . She had to be in her office by around 10am. I normally used to go a bit later.

I had my breakfast and Anupama left for office immediately after that.

I got back to fiddling with my new toy.

I set it up and did a few experiments with the webcam and they were successful.

After a while I realized even I had to leave.

By 11 am I was also ready to leave for my office.

“Gopal, darwaza band kar lo. Main ja raha hoon” I instructed our servant

“Theek hai sahab” He replied.
By around 4 pm I had completed my office work and was sitting around with nothing much to do. Suddenly an idea struck me. I had kept my camera on in our house and it was logged onto the yahoo. I wondered whether I could access it from my another yahoo id ?

I tried it. I sent a request to my other id to watch the cam. As far I remembered, I had allowed both my ids to be able to “Always” connect to each other. After a few seconds of waiting, it was confirmed I was right. My house’s empty bedroom came into view on my cam window. I got a bit angry though seeing ot, as the bed was still untidy. Gopal hadn’t yet cleaned it.

I was about to put off the cam when I saw Gopal enter the room. He is a timid looking young fellow from Uttar Pradesh. He started cleaning the room and bed. I cooled down a bit. Better late than never.

It was amazing to watch my own house, my bedroom from my office. Gopal cleaned up the bed and the rest of the room. And then he surprised me as he started going opening the cupboard. We trust him so don’t keep it locked. Moreover, it doesn’t have any valuable or money. Money or no money, I was again angry with him, he was betraying our trust.

He started hunting for something amidst our clothes. He didn’t seem to find what he was looking for in the cupboard and started going through the bin we have in our room for dirty clothes we intend to get washed. What was he upto ?
I almost fell off my chair when he pulled out an used bra and panty of Anupama’s and started smelling them ! I was getting angry and wanted to put off the cam and rush home and fire Gopal from his job, but curiosity was getting better of me.

He then kept those used panty and bra on the bed and went back to the cupboard and started hunting for something more. He brought out her freshly washed panty and bra too and laid them on the bed. He placed them in such a way that the bra and panty were at an angle and distance from each other, similar to if someone had worn actually worn them and lied on the bed. He then took off his own trousers and underwear and lay down on his stomach on the bed over the bra and panty. Anupama’s panty was below his groin and her bra was under his chest. Then he took the used panty and bra in his hand and started smelling them, as he started rubbing his groin against the panty on the bed.

I was both disgusted as well as aroused. I didn’t want to be, but couldn’t help my mind an body reacting to our servant’s antics. My cock was stirring. I got up and closed the door of my chamber.
Even I took out my cock and started rubbing it as out servant masturbated on my wife’s clothes, while smelling her pussy in her used panty.

Gopal came before me. He got up and held her panty on his hand. It had his thick cum on it. He brought his finger to it and evenly spread his semen all over her panty and in the inside of her bra. After that he placed them in the similar way it was previously kept in the cupboard. It seemed he wanted my wife to wear the panty and bra with his dried up semen sticking to it ! Seeing this was more than I could take and immediately came.

Then he put my wife’s used undergarments back in the bin and left the room.
By the time I returned home, my wife was already back. She was instructing Gopal something about our dinner, which he just kept timidly nodding yes to.

Gopal looked timid and obedient. It was hard to imagine that someone like him could be up to what he did earlier in the afternoon. And of course my wife had no idea about it. If she did she would blow her top and I don’t think Gopal would be standing even for a minute in our house.

“memsaab, khana tyar ho gaya” Gopal announced like he does every night. Everything seemed so normal, yet so so strange. Gopal was always scared and obedient towards my wife. My wife was authorative and treated him as if he were a child who should listen to everything, which he did and because of that we trusted him a lot. My wife actually hardly even thought Gopal was a grown up individual with his own thoughts. Quite often I would hear Anupama reprimanding Gopal and he would respond to her scolding and shootings with lowered head. He never ever spoke back.

We both thought of him as an innocent timid villager, so much so that Anupama was hardly much cautious of herself and her clothing, with him around. She would wear nighties or skirts in the night, and at times while lying down on the couch and watching TV, they would expose her legs and calves. Its not much compared to what younger girls wear these days, but Anupama was the kind who wouldn’t expose anything at all. Always dressed prim and proper. This was the level to which she trusted him and took no note of his presence at home. She thought of him to be as harmless as the house furniture’s.
Well, I was seeing Gopal in a new light now. And it was having an arousing effect on me.

The next day I set up the cam again before leaving for office.

I kept my cam window on the whole day in my office comp. Around 2 pm, I saw Gopal enter out bedroom. Needless to say he repeated the same thing again. And I masturbated to it.

For me this was more erotic than any porn film. This went on for a few days, and my wife had no clue about it.

One day I had an idea. I searched in my home PC, for the sexy pictures of Anupama which I had shot. I found the folder. It had many pictures of hers, including the one where she was masturbating with her vibrator. I made some prints of those pictures, put them in an envelope and kept them next to her clothes in the cupboard. To add to it , I also placed her vibrator next to the envelope.

Even while doing that, I was getting a hard on imagining what I would see on the cam later in the day.

I got ready quickly and left for office. Moment I was in my chamber, I put on the cam.
Normally, nothing happens till afternoon, but I didn’t want to take any chance.
It was a long wait, but finally at about 3 pm I saw Gopal entering our room and opening the cupboard. My cock was throbbing with anticipation.
Minutes seems hours, as I kept looking at the webcam window impatiently. I had left home earlier than Anupama and I could see she was getting ready to leave for her office. She took out her clothes from the cupboard and took them along with her to the bathroom. We have an attached bathroom to our bedroom. Everything seemed as usual as my wife disappeared into the bathroom. The window cam was empty and I was wishing that she would take her bath quickly and leave for office, so that Gopal could begin his sexual play. For a couple of minutes, I just kept staring the at the empty webcam window, when suddenly Gopal appeared in our bedroom. He started peeping through the keyhole of the bathroom. As he intently peered through the small opening, he maneuvered his cock of his trousers, not taking his eyes of the keyhole even for a moment. As his cock came into view I saw that he already had a hard on. That was pretty quick considering he had hardly spent a minute in front of the bathroom door.

My wife must be absolutely naked inside and our servant was seeing her like that. Till today he was using only her undergarments, but now he was also seeing her fully naked in real. He must have got emboldened seeing my wife’s vibrator and photographs the previous day. Perhaps on realizing that my wife was a sexual being as well !
All these thoughts and the sight in my cam window, gave me a throbbing erection too. I begin to masturbate seeing our servant do the same as he watched my naked wife take her bath.


It did not take long for Gopal to cum. He wiped himself and went out of the room. After a few minutes, Anupama appeared from the bathroom. She of course had no clue what had happened while she was taking her bath. That our servant was watching her in the nude and masturbating.

In another fifteen minutes time she left for office.
Later that day, I saw Gopal masturbate two more times using her clothes. My wife must be really turning him on. And I could see his lust for Anupama was growing by the day. And so was my voyeuristic fascination. I wasn’t satisfied with seeing anymore, I wanted to hear too. I wanted to know if Gopal muttered anything about Anupama, while cumming.

Later that night, I took out hardware manuals and instruction books. Somewhere I remembered having read that one could use a handycam as a webcam too.
Necessity is the mother of invention, and because of my lust, I was slowly gathering a lot of knowledge about technical things. Till late that night, I kept reading the two computer books I had. I finally found the section which spoke of how to use the handycam as a webcam. Excited like child, I immediately started testing my knowledge. It was almost past 2 am when I managed to successfully install the video camera as my webcam. Satisfied, I went to sleep.

Next day too I left early for office, as I again wanted to see Gopal peep into the bathroom as my wife took her bath. I was even more excited this day, as I knew I could hear too.

The previous day repeated itself. Gopal watched my wife take her bath through the keyhole of the door and later after she left, he again masturbated on her clothes.
I could hear sounds too, but it was quite muffled. Gopal’s moans did reach my ears, but the audio quality was bad and I couldn’t understand anything he said while cumming, though I was sure that he kept saying something, while he was cumming.

Later that night at home, I attached an external microphone to the computer. After doing a test I was sure that the audio quality would improve drastically because of the microphone. I took the wire from the behind the book shelf and stuck the microphone on the bed in such a way that that it wouldn’t be visible to anyone.

I was again early to office the next day. The office peon was surprised that I had regularly started coming early. At least due to this, I was giving the image of working hard !!

I turned the computer toward me. Even if anyone walked into my chamber no one would be able to see the images on the monitor. I waited eagerly for the videocam window to connect. I enabled sound too. However, seeing Anupama lazily cleaning the bedroom, despite it being past 10 am, I realized it was a Saturday. On Saturdays she usually went late to office. I was a trifle disappointed as she wouldn’t be taking her bath anytime soon. She had a broom in her hand and she was cleaning the bedroom.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY WIFE AND MY SERVENT
PART2




“Gopal, idhar aao” My wife called out for our servant.
(Gopal come here)

I was delighted to hear that this time the audio was very clear.

“Aaya memsaab” came the distant reply.
(Coming memsaab)

In a short moment, Gopal appeared in the room

“Gopal, tum us chair par chardke, upar waale cupboard se woh kitaabein neeche le aao” My wife told her “bahut dhool jam gaya hai”
(Gopal, bring climb onto the chair and bring down those books from the upper cupboard. Lot of dust has collected on them)

“Accha memsaab” Gopal replied and climbed onto the chair.

He reached out for a set of books, but my wife stopped him.
“Arey woh nahi, ukso rehne do” my wife instructed him “woh bagal waale kitab”
(Not those books, but the ones next to them)

Gopal fumbled with the books, as there were a lot of different piles of books and magazines in the loft.

He started pulling out a pile of magazines.

“Arey Gopal, magazines ko choro, uske bagal waale kitaab” my wife said in an irritated tone
(Gopal, leave the magazines, bring down the books besides the magazines)

“Woh hare or lal rang ke jo kitaab …..” Anupama stopped short with her words and changed her plans. “Acha choro, Gopal tum neeche aa jao. Mein utaarti hoon”
(Those books with red and green cover… ok, forget it. You come down Gopal. I will bring down the books myself)

Gopal climbed down and my wife took his place on the chair.

“Chair ko theek se pakro” my wife ordered Gopal “hil raha hai”
(Hold the chair properly. Its shaking)
As Gopal held the chair tightly, my wife stretched up to reach for the books.
Anupama was wearing a violet nightie . It wasn’t too short or skimpy, but as she was stretching upwards, her nighitie was getting pulled upto slightly above her knees and her ass was jutting out tightly against the fabric of the nighty. Her panty was clearly outlined against the nightie. Atleast that’s what I thought , from what I saw. It could be an aberration of the camera, but I was almost sure it was her panty outline.

As Anupama tried reaching for the books, she didn’t realize her ass was wriggling right in front of our servant’s face
But of course Gopal saw my wife’s ass right in front of his face and it had an immediate effect on him. While he was holding the chair with one hand, he placed his free hand on his groin. I couldn’t believe Gopal’s guts. Anupama was just a few feet away and she would freak out if she saw Gopal rubbing his groin. I was curious and anxious and my eyes were riveted on the webcam window.

Even through the webcam window I could see Gopal had a hard on. Anupama was trying hard to reach for more books and that was making the chair wobble. Before she could steady herself , she lost her balance and slipped backward. Gopal reacted instantly and blocked her fall with both his hands.

It would have been a bad fall if Gopal hadn’t helps her up. My wife heaved a sigh of relief.

“Thank you Gopal” she said still breathing hard. But within a fraction of second she realized Gopal’s both hands were supporting her and were placed on her ass. This made her visibly embarrassed and she quickly got down the chair.

“Gopal, tum zara try karna” She said in an authoritative voice trying to get over the awkward moment “ main tired ho gayi hoon”
Saying this she left the room, and Gopal climbed on the chair trying to finish the incomplete work.

Once in a while Anupama would come to the bedroom and then go back to the other rooms, while Gopal went on with his work of bringing down the books.

To my disappointment, she took her bath while Gopal was bringing down the books and only later even he must have realized the same. I could hear Anupama call out for Gopal from the Kitchen. He got down from the chair and did as instructed.

The room was empty for a while and I couldn’t see or hear anything, until I heard the main door being shut. Anupama had left for office and needless to say I was disappointed.

But I had other plans. I was really getting obsessed with the cam thing.
On way home I bought a couple of long USB cables.

The next day was Sunday. I could not really expect anything to happen while I was at home. Gopal was a well-behaved servant, and we had always considered ourselves lucky to have such an obedient, timid and an efficient servant at home. His present behavior was a complete surprise to me. I could never in my wildest dreams imagine him to be like this. However to my surprise I was not feeling angry but instead the whole situation was turning me on. Though, if Anupama got even and inkling, she would fire him from the job. God knows, even hand him to the security officer. She was perfectly capable of that.

I wasn’t expecting the weekdays to repeat itself on Sundays, but I had other plans!

I brought out the long USB cables from the packet and attached them. After joining them the length must have become at least 10 meters. Then I took out the webcam and placed it in a small cardboard box and cut a small hole in one of its sides for the lenses to stick out. Once in place, I taped the camera onto the box from inside, so that it wouldn’t move or get displaced. Satisfied, I brought out my laptop and attached it to the webcam with the long cable. I connected the laptop to the net through the landline at home and tested the webcam. It worked. The test run was successful. Now it was time to put the webcamera in the right place and I waited for an opportune moment.


As Anupama entered the bathroom to take her shower I sent Gopal to go to the market to buy a magazine, just a pretext to have him out of the house. The door closed and I got into action. I went to the kitchen and started scanning for a proper place where I could keep the webcam, without it being noticed. The cupboard on top of the kitchen window seemed to be an ideal place, as I could easily take out the cable from the window, without it being conspicuous. I climbed onto a chair and placed the camera in a corner on top of the cupboard and surrounded it with boxes and bottles in an attempt to camouflage the camera. And after pulling the cable out of the window, I moved to the drawing room. I stretched out and pulled in the other end of the cable. I was just hoping Anupama wouldn’t finish her bath before I was through with my work.

I brought the cable up to the cabinet where the music system was kept and deftly slithered it through the hole meant for electrical wirings to enter the cabinet. I pulled into the cabinet as much of the cable I could and then attached it to the laptop. I did the same with the phone cable and placed the laptop inside the cabinet.

My work was done!

I was feeling like a little boy, excited by his new toys. Anupama finishes her bath in another few minutes and Gopal too returned with the magazine.

I informed Anupama that I needed the telephone cable to test my laptop, so it won’t be working the whole day. She had her mobile so she didn’t really feel a need for the landline.

I was anxiously waiting for the day to get over. Monday did finally appear.

Before leaving for my office I connected the laptop to the net and yahoo messenger.

The kitchen and bedroom was now under the surveillance of my eyes.

The first thing on reaching office was to connect my office PC to yahoo messenger.
I was hoping the laptop, which was connected through landline wouldn’t have disconnected by now.

As Yahoo Messenger got connected I saw two of my own ID’s online, one from my personal PC in the bedroom and the other from my laptop.

Excited I sat down on the chair, keeping an eye on the monitor. I requested for cameras of the both the Ids to be connected. Two windows popped up, but only one connected, the other was dark. I was disappointed. I had to see the cams one by one.

The bedroom was empty. I waited for a few minutes and then disconnected the bedroom cam and connected the one in the kitchen. Both Gopal and Anupama were in the kitchen.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY WIFE AND MY SERVENT


PART3

Anupama was wearing a nightie, which she usually wears at home.

Though, I couldn’t hear anything I could make out she was giving instructions to Gopal on how to cook a particular dish.

Gopal was standing closely and just nodding, obedient and silent as ever.

In a few minutes, Anupama left the kitchen. I hurriedly changed cams and connected the one in the bedroom. I preferred the cam in the bedroom as it had audio too, being a video camera.

Anupama opened one of the cupboards and took out few of her clothes. She was going for her bath and then would leave for her office. This was her daily routine.

The room was empty for around 10 minutes, until Anupama again appeared in the bedroom after her bath. She was wearing the same wet nightie and her head was wrapped in a towel. She took out the towel and further dried her hair with it. Her neatly ironed sari, petticoat , blouse and bra were kept on the bed. She stepped out of her nightie and was standing stark naked in the room. I could clearly see her in the cam, though needless to say, I have seen her naked a few thousand times before this !
She picked up her black panty and wore it, followed by the petticoat and the black bra. As she was wearing her blouse I could see in the cam window, a slight movement at the other end of the room. The door had opened slightly. Maybe Anupama hadn’t shut the door tightly and it was moving in the breeze. But on a closer look I noticed some movement behind the door. As I realized what was happening, my dick stood up in arousal. Gopal was peeping from behind the door and looking at my wife changing. I could never imagine Gopal would become so bold.

My wife was oblivious to Gopal’s gaze as she straightened the dark colored blouse over her upper arms. She stepped in front of the mirror as started to wrap the sari around her. She seemed satisfied the way the pleats of the sari were falling into place, when suddenly a very alarmed look swept across her face. She turned around and hurriedly threw one end of the sari over her shoulder as she almost ran towards the door. With a jerk she pulled open the door and saw Gopal standing behind it. My heartbeat raced nervously at the new turn of events. Gopal hadn’t taken into account that his reflection could be seen on the mirror, and was about to pay a price for it.


Gopal, yahan kya kar rahe ho” My wife asked him loudly and angrily, suspecting that Gopal might have been peeping.
(“Gopal what are you doing here ? “)

“memsaab, main kuch nahi kar raha tha” Gopal replied shakily “Main bas aapse poochne ..”
(“Mam I was not doing anything, just wanted to ask …”)

But before Gopal could complete his sentence, my wife flew into a rage as her eyes fell on his unzipped trousers.

“Get out” my wife screamed at him at the top of her voice. I had never seen her so angry.

I don’t know how much of the English Gopal understood, but he definitely new he was in a very tight spot. He hung his head low. He knew my wife had clearly realized what he was up to.


“Tumahari yeh himmat, abhi, issi waqt ghar se nikal jao” She shouted as she angrily pointed her hand towards the main door.
( “you dare do this, get out of the house at this very moment")

“memsaab maaf kar dijiye, main kuch nahin kar raha tha” Gopal tried to defend himself
(“Mam please forgive, I wasn’t doing anything”)

His denial angered my wife even more.
“aur ek shabd nahi” She said almost shaking in anger “baadme aake saab se apna piase le lena”
(“not one more word. And come later and take your dues from master (i.e. me)” )

“memsaab, aise mat kijiye” He pleaded
(Mam please don’t do like this)

But the more he spoke, the more it seemed to infuriate my wife.

“Haan, mujhe aisa nahi karna chahiye” She said with sarcasm “tumahre jaise badmash ko chorna nahi chahiye, security officer ko hand over karna chahiye”
(Yes, I should not do like this. A ruffian like you shouldn’t be let off, you should be handed over to the security officer)

I was not sure whether she meant to really implement her threats. If need ever arose, she was the kind to leave that to me. But I guess she was too angry to wait for me to return.

“Abhi call karti hoon security officer ko” She said as she walked upto the phone.
("I’ll call the security officer now")

Gopal was panic-stricken.

“Memsaab meri zindagi barbaad mat kijiye” he pleaded again in trembling voice.
("Mam please don’t ruin my life")
But my wife had made up her mind and walked up to the phone. Gopal followed her, and started pleading again

“Memsaab, mujhe ek mauka dijiye. Aapko galat faimi ho rahi hai. Maine kuch nahi kiya. security officer ko mat call kijiye”
(“Mam, give me one chance. You are mistaken, I have done nothing wrong. Don’t call the security officer”)

She didn’t care what he was saying, as he kept repeating himself

“Memsaab maine koi chori ya aisa koi galti nahi ki hai , ki aap security officer bulaa rahin hain”
(“mam, I have not committed any theft or such a wrong deed that you are calling the security officer)

“Galti, nahi ki hai ?” She repeated mockingly “ haan galti humne ki hai tumhare jaise badmaash ko ghar main rakhke”
(“You have not done anything wrong ?? Yes, its we who have done wrong , by keeping a ruffian like you at home”)


Saying this she reached out with her hand to pick up the receiver. But before she could do so, Gopal held onto the phone.

“Memsaab, aap aisa nahi kar sakti, aap bina baat mera zindagi barabad kar rahi hain” He said imploringly and in a trembling voice. Fear of the future, was writ large on his face
(“Mam, you cant do this. Without a reason you are going to ruin my life”)

But hearing him repeatedly deny his misdeed, and seeing him holding onto the receiver, further enraged Anupama.

“Naukar hoke tumhari yeh himmat” She was boiling with anger. “Phone neeche rakho”
("Being a servant you have such guts. Keep the phone down immediately")

Gopal did as ordered
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY WIFE AND MY SERVENT


PART4

My wife started dialing a number, most likely to the nearby security officer station. I didn’t know what she was going to complain. Gopal kept staring for a second or two and then on an impulse, he lunged forward and snatched the phone away from my wife’s hands.

My wife had a look of disbelief on her face at what Gopal had done. She seemed so angry that she couldn’t even speak and slapped Gopal on his face.

The slap shocked Gopal. He put his hand on the cheek where he got slapped.

I was a mute spectator to the proceedings in my own house. I was riveted to the cam window. It was almost like watching a movie, only that it was happening in real and my wife was involved in it.

“Tumhe dus saal ke liye jail bhijwaoongi” my wife screamed.”Abhi ghar se nikal jao”
(I will get you imprisoned for ten years. Right now, you get out of the house)

Gopal didn’t react to her words, but just stood there. He wasn’t pleading or imploring anymore, but stood there silently holding his cheek.

“Bola na, abhi nikal jao, yahan khade kya ho” My wife repeated again, but this time a bit shakily, rather than angrily. I could sense fear in her voice. I was not able to see Gopal’s face, but she could.
(“I told you to get out of the house. What are you standing here for ?”)
Gopal still didn’t react and stood silently. And then suddenly he pulled hard at the phone bringing the phone wires off the wall. He pulled a few more times and the wire snapped.

This brought out a scream from my wife – a scream of fear. But not for long as Gopal jumped towards her and covered her mouth.

My wife’s muffled sounds were coming through his hands as she struggled to set herself free from his grip.

Seeing this turn of events, I was suddenly afraid. I had never ever felt threatened by Gopal, but now I was very concerned about my wife’s well being.


Anupama was violently moving sideways, trying to free herself. By now our servant had gripped her with both his hands. Though he wasn’t big made, he was clearly much stronger than my wife.

I was contemplating calling the security officer myself; when I noticed that in the tussle, my wife’s loosely worn sari had slipped down from her shoulder, exposing her blouse


And it didn’t escape Gopal’s notice either. Though I couldn’t see his face, as his back was facing me by now, I could see his head had dropped lower as if looking at my wife’s bosom.

Taking advantage of Gopal’s momentarily loosened grip, Anupama tried to scream for help but was silenced by a slap from Gopal. I was in a state of confusion. On one hand, my wife’s exposed blouse in front of our servant was turning me on, but on the other hand his audacity to hurt my wife was making my blood boil with anger. If I were there, I would have surely thrashed Gopal. I was considering whether I should rush home or call the security officer.

Tears were rolling down my wife’s cheeks as the slap had subdued my wife’s scream to a whimper.

“Tum… tum chale jao, main pp..security officer ko nahi boloongi. Koi complaint nai karoongi. Bas abhi tum chale jao, mujhe tang mat karo” Anupama pleaded with him
(“Please go away. I won’t call the security officer or make any complaint. Just don’t harass me now”)

My wife was so helpless and I was feeling the same.

“Let me lay my hands on Gopal and I will kill him for sure” I thought angrily.

“Ek thapad diya to seedhi ho gayi hai na , saali randi” Gopal barked
("You have straightened after the slap, you whore")
“Gopal, tumhe achanak kya ho gaya hai” my wife said “Please abhi chale jao. Main haath jorti hoon”
("Gopal, what’s suddenly happened to you. I am telling you with folded hands to go away")

Experiencing an authorative and superior position for the first time, Gopal seemed to be enjoying it . He placed his hands on my wife's blouse covered breasts, which instantly Anupama pushed it away and began to scream for help.

“Bachao..ba…” But before she could finish her cries for help, a hard slap threw her against the wall.

“Saali randi, chilayegee to galaa kaat doonga” Gopal warned menacingly.
(“You whore, if you scream I will slit your throat”)

I could never imagine the usually soft spoken Gopal could turn out to be so dangerous and intimidating.
Her body seemed to going weak with fear, as she began to slump against the wall. She was trying to stick close to it, as if wanting to merge with the wall and not be seen.

Gopal took a step forward towards my wife and held her by her hair. My wife’s grimaced with pain and she tried to unsuccessfully pull her hair away from his grip.

He began to drag my wife with her hair, as extreme pain was visible on her awkwardly bent face.

After pulling her close to the bed, Gopal pushed her onto it with a strong shove.

My wife fell on the bed hard on her back.

“Gopal , kya kar rahe ho ?” My wife asked very alarmed sensing his intentions.” Tum paagal ho gaye ho kya”
(“Gopal, what are you doing? Have you gone mad?”)

Till now my wife was thinking that Gopal was furious and wanted to hit her and didn’t imagine that he would try anything more. She couldn’t imagine that the Gopal would ever try to bang her, but the reality was dawning on her now.

Anupama began to wildly lash out with her legs and hands.
Choro mujhe, Choro mujhe” my wife kept screaming and she tried to kick him.
(“Leave me, leave me”)

Unable to control her, Gopal hit her with a flurry of hard slaps.

Even I winced at the ferocity of the slaps. It must have pained her a lot. But somehow I was frozen and glued to the cam, neither able to rush home, nor call the security officer.

But I was surprised to see my wife was still not giving up and was putting up a strong fight. However, it only invited even more harder slaps from Gopal, almost like punches.
The force of the slaps felled her to the bed, crying and whimpering.

“Please, Gopal, Pleease Gopal, chordo mujhe, chordo mujhe” My wife pleaded amid her sobs, as she lay collapsed on her back on the bed.
(“Please Gopal, please leave me”)

“Kuch kiya to sahab (that’s me) tumhe nahin chorenge” My wife added her own bit of threat as she struggled to raise herself off the bed.
(“If you do anything, my husband will not spare you”)

But her pleas and threats fell on deaf ears. Gopal was like a man possessed. I could see madness and lust in his eyes.

Before my wife could lift herself off the bed, Gopal climbed onto the bed and on top of my wife, with his legs on either side of my wife’s thighs. Seeing Gopal get closer to implementing his evil intentions, she again began to fight back with all her strength. This time she slapped him on his face and then tried to hurt his groin with her knees. But it didn’t have much of an impact on Gopal except angering him further. And I almost predicted his reaction - hard slaps and punches. Though hurt and in pain, my wife kept throwing punches at Gopal, very well knowing it would be inviting violent retaliation. I was amazed to see her courage and will to fight. But Gopal was in no mood to give in either. He used all his force to pin her legs and hands down to the bed. Unable to move, Anupama began to wieldy lash her head to and from, making Gopal’s progress difficult. He left her hands free for a moment and punched her hard across the face. I am sure that kind of force would have knocked me out too. For Gopal, it seemed to have the desired effect, as for a few seconds my wife appeared to have been stunned into silence. She was unable to even move, let alone resist. I could see blood trickling down my wife’s chin from her lips. The sight made me feel very guilty – that I was just watching it all happen and did nothing. But as I said, I was frozen and glued to the camera window.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY WIFE AND MY SERVANT

(LAST PART)

Anupama kept sobbing as Gopal leered at her lustfully. With one swift violent move of his hand he tore away her blouse exposing her white bra. The sudden jerk made my wife cry out loudly while trying to hold on to the torn blouse. By now, Gopal was sitting on my wife’s pelvic region and had her well bound under him. With both her hands, she was covering her chest and holding the shreds of the blouse. Gopal tried hard but could not manage to push away her hands. He slapped her a few times. I could even hear the ringing sounds of the slaps. She still didn’t let go and Gopal went on hitting her. Each slap brought out loud spasmic cries of pain from my wife. The exhaustion and pain made my wife’s hands go limp as Gopal snatched away the blouse. My wife’s body again jerked up in pain, as he tried to tear away the bra too, without unhooking it.

“Pleaase no, please noooo” my wife managed a weak plea amid her constant crying.

My wife was lying on the bed with ample areas of her waist, stomach and chest exposed, to the gaze of our servant, except the bra covering her breasts. So eager was Gopal’s to get a feel my wife’s breasts, that even without taking off her bra he started pressing them. He would have been pressing quite rough and hard, as more sounds of pain escaped my wife’s mouth. This was the first direct assault on my wife’s body, which she had so far so carefully protected from the gaze, let alone touch of any other person but me. She was known in her family and professional circle as a very dignified and reserved person.

Anupama couldn’t bear the feel of another man touching her like that and she tried to push away his hand from her body, but not with much success. And Gopal seemed to be enjoying Anupama’s resistance and discomfort. He had a devilish smile as he kept pressing her breasts. Helpless, my wife’s sobs turned into loud tearful crying. This seemed to increase Gopal’s pleasure. He brought his face down to my wife’s bra covered breasts and started sucking one of the breasts through the fabric of the bra itself .
My wife tried pushing his head away, but instead Gopal without raising his face from her breasts, pushed her face away with his left hand and kept it pressed against the bed.
Then with a deft movement of his right hand he unhooked her bra and pulled it away. Now my wife’s entire upper body, including her ample fair breasts, was bare naked below Gopal. He quickly removed his own shirt too and placed his entire weight on her body . His bare chest rested on my wife’s semi-naked body crushing her breasts with his body weight. My wife tried to desperately wriggle away, but Gopal was too strong for her. He started rubbing his chest in circular motion on my wife’s upper body. The look on my wife’s face was one of complete revulsion, hate and helplessness. She kept trying to push him off and even punched his back with her hands, but it didn’t seem to make any impact on him. She was crying relentlessly. Gopal dragged himself a little lower and took one of my wife’s nipples in his mouth. This made my wife pull Gopal away holding his hair. It must have hurt him this time as he winced in pain and sat upright. He was glaring angrily at her.

“Sali, kutiya , sali randi” Gopal abused my wife as he slapped her hard on her face. The impact made my wife’s face swing away to the opposite side.

Angrily he tugged at the rest of her clothes. My wife held his hands as he was trying to remove her sari.

“Gopal, main bheek mangti hoon, mukhe chordo” my wife pleaded “please, aisa mat karo. Mera zindagi barbaad mat karo”
(“Gopal, I beg you, please leave. Don’t do this. Don’t spoil my life”)
Gopal was like a predator who was in no mood to leave his prey. Indeed my wife looked like a helpless prey as Gopal pushed away my wife’s hand, but my wife clung on to her sari. Gopal tried hard but she wouldn’t. Irritated, he slapped my wife hard again. The impact of the slap made her loosen her grip on her sari. The slap was hard and she was in a temporary daze. Gopal took advantage of the moment, and pulled her sari down leaving her only in her petticoat. I have to admit that my wife looked very sexy and sumptuous lying like that on the bed. Hurriedly, Gopal tried to pull away her petticoat too, but by then my wife was again resisting our servant’s attempts to strip her.

“Pleeeeaseeeeee Noooo” My wife begged in vain to Gopal

“Haath hataa kutiya, aaj main tujhe apna randi banaoonga” ordered Gopal.
(“Remove your hands bitch, I will make you my whore today”)

“Nooo Noooooo…” Anupama’s pleas were drowned by the ringing sounds of another slap. And another. He slapped her two-three times continuously, leaving my wife shocked, unable to speak, only shaking spasmodically in jerky sobs. She was crying non-stop all through the ordeal.

Despite my curiosity, I was feeling terribly angry with Gopal for handling her so brutally.

Very roughly, Gopal pulled out the petticoat through her legs and feet. The sight of seeing Anupama’s naked smooth fair body, only clad in a panty, seemed to suddenly drive Gopal crazy. He dropped his pants and underwear in a record speed. By the time my wife realized, he was standing in front of the bed totally naked. Anupama tried to get up, but he instantly pushed her back on the bed forcefully, and literally jumped on her. She was buried under him. I couldn’t see her properly, but could hear her muffled crying.
I could see Gopal’s right hand move lower down to his pelvic region. He was gyrating his groin on top of my wife’s and with the help of his hand he pulled her panty down to her knees and with his leg he pushed it further down to her ankle. My wife was absolutely helpless and unseen under Gopal’s body. With a final flick of his toes, Gopal pushed her panty away from her feet onto the bed. Now both Gopal and my wife were stark naked, bodies crushed against each other, and the only sounds heard were of my wife crying. Anupama’s hands were trying to push him away from top of her, but he was much heavier and stronger for her delicate hands.

With a sense of urgency, Gopal parted my wife’s legs with his legs and then arched his pelvic upward, as if to position himself correctly. He lifted the middle of his body in the air and at that moment I saw his penis. I was shocked. It was massive - much bigger than mine, though whole body size wise he was smaller than me. But I was more shocked when I realized he was preparing to enter my wife. Normally during our lovemaking we have a lot of foreplay and that lubricates my wife’s vagina. But I was sure my wife’s vagina must be dry now and will hurt badly, if Gopal tries to enter her unlubricatedly with his massive penis.

While pinning down my wife’s hands with his hands, Gopal lowered his pelvic region back onto her, until his penis was right in front my wife’s vagina. My wife was going on crying fitfully and pleading with a muffled voice. I could sense she had become very weak physically with all the struggle and resistance.

Suddenly with a heavy powerful push Gopal entered my wife, making her scream out in extreme pain. My wife was almost delirious with pain. She was alternating between loud screams of agony and muffled incoherent pleas, as Gopal continued to push deeper into Anupama’s vagina. Tears were trickling down her cheek. I was feeling very sorry for her. I was wondering whether after witnessing the torture of my wife like a mute spectator, would I be able to forgive myself ?

Gopal was merciless and ruthless, as he thrust his cock hard into my wife’s vagina. But it was refusing to go in easily, compelling Gopal to use all his brute force. And each thrust brought out heart wrenching screams from my wife. Gopal didn’t seem to bother much about Anupama’s pain rather he was busy satisfying his animalish lust. When he finally penetrated my wife’s vagina completely, he pulled it out with equal ferocity making my wife gasp. And without a second’s rest he thrust his cock right back into her vagina – with even greater speed and force. Anupama screamed in pain.

It was too late for me to leave for home or call the security officer. And anyway calling the security officer when the deed has been done would serve no purpose but only cause more embarrassment. I kept watching.

Slowly, the speed and frequency of entering and withdrawing his cock from my wife’s vagina kept increasing, like the piston of a steam engine. My wife’s body too was moving up and down the bed with each thrust of his cock. Though her eyes were closed, tears were still trickling down from them. She was tighly holding the blanket on the bed with a clenched fist as she kept crying and groaning in pain.

Gopal’s face was moving up and down over Anupama’s face, as his cock went in and out of her. My wife clinched her fist even tighter as Gopal kept violently ravaging my wife. I was just hoping she wouldn’t faint or anything like that, as for a long time she hadn’t opened her eyes. Her painful groans and pleas were getting more and more muffled whereas Gopal was getting more and more loud and vocal

“Ahhh…uhhhh..oooohhh…ahhhh..uhhh..mmm” Gopal was huffing and puffing as his body movement got into a rhythm

“ahhh, ohhh, Kya choot hai teri, meri randi” he panted out lewdly “kya chudti hai tu…..ooohhhhh”
(“What a pussy you have. How nicely you fuck !”)
“ahhhh…Mazaa aa raha hai naa ab saali ?…. aaahhhh” he asked my wife, who was in no position to reply and just kept her eyes closed.
(“ arent you now enjoying it, bitch?” )

“mmmmm….abey saali bol, mazaa aa raha hai na ? hai tera pati ka inta bara lund?” he went on “ohhhhh…..teri choot ras se kitna bheeg gaya hai”
(“c’mon bitch tell me , aren’t you enjoying it? Do your husband have a big cock like this? You pussy is so wet now !”)

I couldn’t believe my ears. No way could my wife be getting wet by this brute’s fucking. He surely must be just going on an imaginative vicarious trip to satisfy himself.

Not getting a reply, Gopal started pumping his cock even harder, bringing out groans from my wife. Gopal smiled .

“Accha lag raha hai na ?” Gopal asked in between his heavy breaths.
(“arent you liking it ?”)

Gopal just wouldn’t give up. He was mistaking my wife’s groans of pain, as signs of pleasure.

Still getting no reply, Gopal completely withdrew his cock out of her. My wife gasped as Gopal’s massive cock completely moved out of her body. But then something which caught my eye, surprised me. As Gopal’s cock moved out, Anupama’s pelvic region arched upwards trying to not let go off his cock !! At least it seemed so. But, It couldn’t be, I thought. My eyes and Gopal’s words must be playing tricks on me. I watched on
Then Gopal placed the tip of his cock back on the entrance of my wife’s pussy, but instead of entering it he stayed still and waited. But he didn’t have to wait for long, as within a fraction of a second, my wife’s pussy as a reflex action, seemed to push itself upwards towards Gopal’s cock and taking a bit of it inside. Gopal looked very pleased at what happened, but I was shocked. I couldn’t believe it. Was my wife’s body out of her control, was it reacting on its own to Gopal’s cock ? As I was thinking I saw Gopal push the rest of his cock into my wife’s pussy with a single powerful thrust. In an instant his cock completely disappeared into my wife’s pussy, bring out a loud moan from her.

I was dumbfounded by what I saw.

As Gopal increased his pace, Anupama’s moans also got louder and more frequent.

“ahhhhhh,…ohhhhhhhhh..ahhhhh…ohhhhh” my wife kept rambling

“Mera lund kaise lag raha hai ?” Gopal asked with a wicked smile
(“You liking my cock ?” )

I was sure she couldn’t be enjoying such a big cock. It must be tearing her vagina. Gopal is just imagining things in his mind. And moreover, Anupama was never comfortable with even a bit of dirty talking, let alone the filthy lewd language of this illiterate brute.

But when I saw my wife’s pelvic region going up and down to meet each thrust of Gopal’s cock I was unsure. She wasn’t laying still the way she was a few minutes before, but now her body was moving, in rhythm with Gopal’s.
Maybe it’s just the reflex action of her body, I reasoned. I was sure; her mind must be hating it. She must be repulsed by this beast on top of her.

Anupama was holding the blanket very tightly in her fist by now, almost crushing it.

“Memsaab, aankh kholo” Gopal urged my wife.
(“Madam, open your eyes”)

My wife was surprised he used the word ‘memsaab” again and she opened her eyes. Gopal’s face was right on top of her, just a few inches separated them.

Moment her eyes were fully open, Gopal began to thrust his cock harder and faster into her pussy brining out gasps and moans from her. She begin to close her eyes perhaps not comfortable meeting our servant’s gaze.

“Aankh mat band karo memsaab, mai itna vi bad surat nahi hu” Gopal instructed as he pushed hard into her.
(“don’t close your eyes’s madam. I am not that ugly)

I was surprised again when she heeded Gopal’s instruction and kept her eyes open.

Gopal was looking straight into her eyes, but she was avoiding his direct stare.

“ohhhhhh….memsaab….ahhhhhh……. kitna tight ho tum” Gopal gurgled as he thrust hard.
He kept calling out to my wife as “memsaab” and would thrust hard each time he called her so. It became a pattern. Gopal seemed to be enjoying calling my wife so, while fucking her, but astonishingly, it seemed to effect my wife too.

Every time he called her so, Anupama would look at him directly into his eyes. After a point she didn’t take her eyes away at all. As my wife and our servant fucked, they kept staring into each other’s eyes. She had a glazed look, and every time she groaned her mouth would open into an “O” shape. I must confess, seeing her like that was giving me a raging hard on.

Seeing my wife like that, Gopal too got very keyed up. He pulled himself back a bit and raised my wife’s legs on either side of his shoulders. He started ramming his cock into her pussy as fast as he could, while holding her leg up, pointing towards the ceiling.
This new position made my wife squirm and wriggle. Unable to assimilate the new sensations she bit her lips and wound her legs across Gopal’s neck.

She was groaning loudly and by now I was certain those were sounds of pleasure, not pain. I should have felt jealous and angry at seeing my wife enjoying sex with another man, that too with our servant, but instead, I was aroused like hell. I had to masturbate! Making sure that the door to my chamber was locked, I took out my cock and began to jerk off.

By now Gopal had again lowered himself, but didn’t reduce the speed or force of his thrusts. My wife was by now out of control of her senses and shamelessly moaned with pleasure, looking into our servant’s eyes.

“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh memsaab” Gopal moaned again “memsaaaaaaab”
(“ohhhhhhhh madam”)

“ohhhhhh…haaaaaan…gopal” my wife responded as she placed both her arms on his shoulders.
(“yesssssss Gopal”)

This was her first words and response to Gopal. My cock stirred and throbbed seeing this sexual union, seeing my wife in the throes of pleasure.
“ohhhhhhhh…memsaab , mera lund se chudna achcha lag raha hai na ?” Gopal asked
(“madam don’t qyou like to get fucked by my cock ?”)

“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……haaaaan…” my wife replied in between her heavy moaning and panting
(“ohhhhhhhhh yesssss”)

The depraved conversation was making precum ooze from my cock

“ohhhhhhhhhhhh…..mmmmmmmm memsaab mera ras nikalne wala hai” Gopal announced
("ohhh madam, my semen is about to come out")


“ahhhhhhhh cum in me” Anupama replied in English which Gopal most likely wouldn’t have understood , however I did !

How come my wife was allowing Gopal to cum inside her womb ?? She was not protected! Strange are the ways of lust.

Her permission for Gopal to cum inside her brought me to the brink of my own orgasm !!


“main chod raha hoon tumhe memsaab” Gopal stated the fact to heighten his arousal, and without realizing even my wife’s.
(I am fucking you madam !”)

“Haaannnn….Gopal…… humlog chudai kor rahe hai” Anupama replied but this time in Hindi
(yes Gopal we are fucking)

“tum aj se sirf meri biwi ho, memsaab ?” Gopal asked my wife
(“madam from now on you are only my wife?”)


“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..haan Gopal…. aj se mai suchmuch tumari hu,” my wife replied trying very hard as her own breathing quickened. (Yes Gopal from today I am only your wife)
“Aj se har roj chudenge tume memsab, Thik hai na” Gopal asked her
(We will fuck everyday madam)
“Offffff haaaaa …… fir korungi mai…….ekbar job ho hi gaya hai………….”
(yes… we will do…….when we already started……)
Aaaaaaaaahhhh …… Memsab tumari choot bohut tight hai (you have a very tight pussy)
Ufffffffffffffffffff…..ha gopal……bachcha paida nahi kia na avitak is liya……
(yes….because I have never gave birth)
Meri bachcha paida korogi memsab……gopal asked while humping her very hard.
She did not answer this time.
Gopal again asked “Bolona memsab…… mera bachcha ki ma bonogi???
Haaaa…….Uffffffffffffffffffff……ha baba ….bad me dekhenge soch ke…….
(Yes I will think about it later)
I could see Anupama too was approaching an orgasm. She started breathing very hard
("ohhhhh yess, Gopal")
“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mera ras nikal raha haiii..mmmmmm … tere choot ke andar…ahhhhhhhhhhh” Gopal announced his orgasm and held my wife tightly.
(“ my semen is flowing out into you”)

Anupama began to shudder too. Gopal realized he had brought my wife to an orgasm. Very pleased he put his lips on my wife’s and began to kiss her. My wife responded enthusiastically and they both began to kiss, lick , suck, almost devour each other lips, mouths and tongues.

Their bodies were intertwined, his cock inside my wife’s pussy and lips locked tightly. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. Even I began to ejaculate cum all over my office table.

Both their orgasms went on and on as they just wouldn’t stop kissing. But eventually their never ending orgasms came to an end too. Gopal just lay still on my wife for a while and then rolled off. I could see Gopal’s semen leaking out of my wife’s pussy.

Gopal spoke first.

“Tumari jaise bore ghor ki gore gore biwia kitna mast hoti hai na?” Gopal asked in his typical crass language. With a naughty smile now he said “mazaa aa gaya teri garma gorom choot marke”
(“high calss wifes are very sexy. I really enjoyed fucking your hot pussy”)

Anupama didn’t say anything, she gave him a sexy smile and just covered her naked body with a blanket.

“Abhi kya sharmati hai?” Gopal said with a laugh “ maine sab dekha bhi ,aur chakha bhi”
(“now why are you so shy ? I have seen everything and tasted everything”)

My wife didn’t reply to this either she was thinking something very deeply laying under the blanket.

I was surprised again. She had suddenly changed after her orgasm. Now she seems to be liking his crass language .

“Kya hua memsaab ?” Gopal asked as he removed her blanket forcefully with a little resistance from her.
(“What happened madam?”)
Anupama tried to hold on to the blanket but she was too late. Once the blanket was removed I could see, my wife lay cuddled up in a foetal position.
Jao avi mujhe tang mat koro……mujhe akela chor do……mujhe kuch sochna hai.
(Don’t disturb me now. I want to stay alone….I want think about something)
Gopal smiled and said “teri bore bore norom norom dudh daba diya…..tere upor chorke tuje chod diya….ab keya sarmana or kaya sochna. Jo hoga dekha jayaga.
(I pressed your big soft breasts, fucked you riding on you…..now there should not be any shame or worry. We will manage what happens to us now.)

“Tume pata hai humne aj keya kiya ?” Tum vul rahe ho ke mai sadi suda hu. (“Oh, Do you know what we have done. Don’t forget that I am a married woman?”)

“Maloom nahin kya ?” Gopal said mockingly “tunhe apne nauker se chudwai !”
(“You don’t know what you did ?!! You got yourself fucked by your servant!”)

Pl mujhe sochne do……mera pati agar jan jayaga to to tume suchmuch hi jel jana parega.
(If my husband knows about it you will have to go jail)
Hum dono ko agar yeah sob hor roj korni hoi tab hamdono ko thora smalke chalna chahia.
(Mera pati ko agar shok ho gaya to muskil ho jayaga. Yad rakho aj ke bad tum kavi mere sath jabardosti mat korna. Mai tume bata dunga kob hum dono fir sex kor sakte hoi. Mouj mostia hum log korenge lakin samaj bujhke. Mai nahi chata ke meri husband mujhe divource de de. Mai use bahut payar korti hu. Uske bagar ji nahi sakta hu mai. Yeah yadh rakhna.
( If you want me to fuck you regularly then you have to promise me that you don’t force me for it again. You have to be very careful about our affair. My husband should not get any kind oh hints. I love my husband very much. To have some extra martial fucking I don’t want to get a divorce from my husband.)
Gopal laughed again. “pehele to randi jaise chudwai , ab sati savitri banti hai!”
(“First you fucked like a whore, now you behave like a saint!”)

Faltu bat mat koro Gopal….. tume agar mere sath sona hai to mai jaise bol rahi hu ayyase hi tume korna parega. (Don’t talk rubbish….if you really want to sleep with me then you have to follow my instructions.)
Achcha baba…..achcha. Ab bolo madam tum keya chahati ho.
(Ok….OK tell me what you want.)
Jab ghar me mera pati rahega tab mere sath tume ayse hi bat karna parega jaise tum pahele korte the. Tum kavi vi unke raite hua mere sarir me hat dalne ki kosis nahi koroge or mujhe kisi taraka isara or fusurfusur nahi cahia.
(when my husband will be in home you have to behave carefully with me)
Or job oh nahi rahega tab? Gopal asked (when your husband will not be in home …then?)
My wife smiled but didn’t say anything.
Bolona madam tob keya hoga?
(Goplal again asked for the answer)
“Tum jaise chate ho…….. mai tumari biwi bonjaoungi or tum mere patidev bonjaoge”.
(My wife shyly answered “you will be my second husband then”)
They started laughing together.

When I returned home from office Anupama acted normally. Like nothing unusual had happened.
I never told her that I have seen everything that happened between them. Now it becomes an addiction to me to watch them remotely from office. Seeing my wife fucking my servant wildly and acting like husband and wife in my absence always makes me very hot.
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

HUSBAND SWAPING
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Ab tumhe apni life ka ek aur majedar kissa sunati hun. Aap sabne wife swapping ka to sun rakha hoga jisme husband sex ke liye apni biwiyo ki adla badli karti hai, per ma aapko batati hun ki kaise maine apni aag bhujhane ke liye apne pati ki swapping ki aur unhe pata hi nahi chala ki yeh sab maine hi kiya tha. Meri shaadi ko5 saal ho chuke the. Shadi shuda life se boriat mehsoos hone lagi thi. Mujhe koi issue (Bachha) nahi tha abhi tak shayad yeh bhi ek bada karan tha. Mere pati aksar is baat se udaas rehte the. Dosto mujhe bacha nahi ho sakta tha, yeh mein pehle se janti thi. Per dar ke mare kabhi pati ko nahi bata saki thi. Per ek din unko iske bare me sokh ho gaya. Unhone mujhse kuch nahi kaha per thoda udaas rehne lage. Unhi dino hamare pados me Mr. and Mrs sinha rehne ko aaye. Mr sinha ek multinational co. Me job karte the. Dono age me humse shayad saal do saal bade the aur unka ek bachaa bhi tha. Kuch hi dino me unse hamari achi jaan pehchaan ho gayi. Mr sinha ki biwi sanwle rang ki thi per cuts bahut payare the. Gaal ubhre hue the. Chooche bahut hi mast dikhte the. Who thode modern style ke the isliye Mrs Sinha sleeve less hi kapde pehni thi jis se unke ubhar aur bhi sexy lagte the. Aur Mr sinha umar me bhale hi mere pati se 2-3 saal bade the per the bade janwa dil. Kuch hi dino me me samajh gayi who bade dil phenk kism ke aadmi hai. Unhme sharm jara kam thi who kisi ke bhi saamne apni biwi ki chedne se baaj nahi aate the.Kisi ke saamne apni biwi ko baahon me lete aur baad me hans kar taal dete. Mujhe unki aankhon me ek alag kism ki kashish dikhi, kisi ko bhi apni aur khinch lene ki kashish. Dheere dheere who family hamare saath bahut jayada mix up ho gayi.


Ek din Mr and Mrs sinha hamare ghar aaye uss waqt mere husband ghar per nahi the.
Baton baton me mr sinha ne majak me meri peeth per haath phera.. Achanak mere sharir me current daud gaya. Yeh sirf majaak nahi tha, yeh unka ishara tha kyoni maine unke hatho ka dabav apni peeth per mehsoos kiya tha. Maine koi virodh nahi kiya. Ab unhe jab bhi mauka milta who majak majak me mere nitambo per, meri peeth per apna haath pherne lage. Aur ek din mauka dekh kar unhone mujhe apni bahon me bhar liya aur mere honto ko kas kar chooma. Aur mere choocho ko jor se masalne lage. Maine iska koi virodh nahi kiya aur mujhe maja aa raha tha. Per waqt kam tha isliye is se aage baat nahi bad saki, per aisa karte waqt maine unka lund apni choot ke saath ragdte hue mehsoos kiya tha. Unhone mere soye hue armano ko jaga diya tha. Ek bujhi chingari ko hawa di thi. Uske baad me hamesha unke saath sex karne ke bare me sochne lagi per kabhi mauka hi nahi mila. Mai apna control khoti ja rahi thi per kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha ki kaya kiya jaye.


Udhar sinha ji bhi bechain rehne lage. Maine apna dimaag ladaya aur ek tarkib naikaal li. Maine Mrs Sinha se dosti aur gehri kar li aur ab hum dono apni personal baate bhi share karne lage the. Ek din maine Mrs Sinha ke saamne bachha na hone ke kaaran rone lagi. Unhone mujhe chup karaya tabhi maine apna agla teer choda aur Mrs Sinha se kuch raat ke liye mere pati ke saath sone ke liye kaha aur wada kiya ki hone waala bachha main loongi. Mrs Sinha yeh sun kar chaunk gayi per mujhe rota dekh kar boli mera pati kavivi iski permission nahi denge. Or agar mai tumara pati ke sath kuch rat bitati vi hu tavivi bachcha mere petme ayagi iska koi guarantee nahi hai. Maine unse kaha ki mai Mr Sinha se hat jorungi unki payar poroungi…..jaise vi ho unko raji koraoungi. Or bachcha agar nahi ayage tavivi mera husband ko yeah malum to hoga ki khot unme vi ho sakte hai. Mrs. Sinha boli agar mera pati permission de ve dete hai tavi vi mujhe tumare husband ka bachcha pet me lene ka or vi bahut problems hai. Bachcha mera hogi or tumlog usko agar le logi to log keya kahengge. Humlogo ki paros or sasural balo ke bareme to socho. Unlogo ko pata chal hi jayagi or oh log kavi nahi manegge.

Tab maine boli ki achcha tab humlog ek kam to kor sakte hei. Agar tum garbh nirodhak pills le logi to bachcha kavivi tumari petme nahi ayagi or mera pati ko yeah mahesus hoga ki khot unme ve ho sakta hai. Mrs. Sinha tab mujhse tora time mangi sochne ke liya. Hum ko pata tha Mrs. Sinha na nahi bolegi kiu ke mujhe help korne ki bahane ek paraya mard ke sath chudi korne ki mouka oh kavi nahi choregi. Do din bad Mrs. Sinha ne ha kardi. Per unhone iske liye mujhe Mr Sinha se permission lene ke liye kaha, to maine kaha ki theek hai per jab Mr Sinha is bare me tumse puche to na mat kehna, Mrs Sinha iske liye maan gayi. Or unki mu dekh ke hi hume lagi ki oh mere husband se chudi korne ke liya bekarar hai. Unhe sirf unki pati ki permission chahia. Ab maine aadhi baaji jeet li thi.



Maine mauka dekh kar Mr Sinha ko saari baat samjha di, who to pehle hi mujhe pane ke liye besabra tha isliye kuch bhi acha bura soche bina han keh di. Ab mare pati se baat karne ki baari thi, ek din maine bister me sex karte waqt apne pati se kaha ki kyon na hum kisi aur se baccha god Lele. Who nahi mane aur mai rone lagi. Unhone mujhe chup kara diya. Phir maine unhe kisi aur ki kokh se apna bacha karne ki baat keh di, who pehle to chaunk gaye phir kuch der baad soch kar bole ki aisa hoga kaise. Toh maine unhe Mr Sinha se is bare me baat kar ne ke liye mana liya. Mai unko bol diya tha ke is bisay me Mrs. Sinha se thora bahut bat huyi hai meri. Mare pati ne Mr. Sinha ke saamne apni problem rakhi aur kuch raat ke liye Mrs. Sinha ke saath sone ka sujhaav diya. Pehle to Mr Sinha ne gussa dikhaya per baad me who maan gaye per unhone bhi ek shart rakh di, unhone mere pati se mere saath sone ki baat kahi. Pehle to mere pati sakpaka gaye per unke paas koi chara nahi tha, mere se baat karne ke baad unhone han keh di aur Saturday night ka din fix ho gaya.


Mr sinha ne apni patni ko apni sehmati de di to who bhi teyaar ho gayi. Ab dosto unko kaya pata ki yeh sab mera hi chalaya hua chakkar tha. Mr Sinha ko yeh shart wali baat maine hi samjhayi thi. Saturday ko Mrs Sinha hamare ghar aur main unke ghar chali gayi. Raat ke 10.00 baj rahe the aur Mr Sinha Sleeping gown pehna hua tha. Raat ko rangin banae ke liye unhone ek do jaam laga liye the. Who kursi per baithe hue the. Maine bhi gown pehna hua tha, gown ke niche sirf bra aur penty thi. Unhone mujhe apni god me bitha liya ayr mere gown ke lesses (dhaage) khol diye aur bra ke upwr se mere choocho ko choosne lage. Ek haath who meri jangho per pher rahe the. Sharir me jhurjhuri hor rahi thi. Jangho ke bich unka lund mehsoos ho raha tha. Unhone mere hoton ko jam kar choosa aur phir mera gown uttar diya aur mujhe palang per khada kar diya aur khud jamin per khade ho gaye.ab meri nabhi uske honton ke saamne thi who mujhe mere pett per jangho per choocho per, kamar per, peeth, nitambo per bari bari se choomne laga. Kuch de baad who kursi per ja kar baith gaya aur mujhe pole dance karne ko kaha.


Uske bister per ek pole laga hua tha. Usne bataya ki who apni biwi se bhi yeh karata hai. Mujhe maja aa raha tha. Yeh mera naya anubhav tha. Maine bahut der tak pole se lipat lipat kar dance kiya aur apni choot ko kai baar pole se ragda. Sinha ne apna gown uttar diya ab who sirf underwear me tha. Aur uska lund underwear me se nikalne ko bekaabu ho raha tha. Who garam ho chukka tha. Phir who utha aur ek baar phir mujhe apni bahon me le liya aur meri bra ke hook khol diye. Mere choochhe to kab sse bahar aane ko taras rahe the. Usne jaldi se mere chooccho ko apne muh me le liya aur khoob masal masal ke choosa. Mere nipples ko choose chosse ke lal kar diya. Phir usne dhere se ek haath meri penty me daal diya aur meri choot ko sehlane laga. Ab me puri tarah garam ho chuki thi. Meri choot thodi thodi gili hone lagi. Usne ek hi jhatke me meri penty bhi uttar di ab me bilkul nangi thi. Usne mujhe palang per lita diya aur apne garam hoto ko meri choot per rakh diya. Me tadap uthi. Mere muh se siskariya nikal rahi thi aur who pure josh se meri choot ke ras pee raha tha. Usne apni ek ungli meri choot me ghossaa di aur gol gol ghommane laga. Mere anand ki koi seema hhi nahi thi, bahut maja aa raha tha. Who choot se hatne ka naam hi nahi le raha tha. Aur phir usne apni 2 aur ungliya choot me ghusa di aur masalne laga. Mere muh se ouchhhhhh garam saanse nikal rahi thi. Ab mai bekrara ho rahi thi. Maine sinha ko piche hataya aur unka underwear uttar diya. Unke lund ko dekh kar mere muh me pani aa gaya. Yeh ek bahut hi sunder aur swadisht lund tha. Bina ek pal ki deri kiye maine poora ka poora apne muh me le liya. Lund bahut garam tha. Mujhe lund peene me bada maja aa raha tha. Sinha mere choocho ko aur nitambo ko masal raha tha. Phir hum 69 ki position me let gaye aur ek doosre ka ras pan karne lage. Phir sinha ne mujhe apne lund ke upper baithne ko kaha. Aur maine unke lund ko apne haath se apni choot per rakha aur sinha ne ek hi dhakhe se ise ander kar diya aur me sinha ke lund ki swari kar rahi thi aur sinha uth Uth ker mere nipple choosta aur chuchi dabata raha. 15 minute tak maja lene ke baad me let gayi aur sinha mere upper aa gaya. Aur usne apna lund meri choot me ghoosa diya aur puri taakat se mujhe chodne laga. Uski power dekhne layak thi. Mujhe itni umeed nahi thi per who kar raha tha. Usne mujhe kai style se choda, who experience player tha use pata tha ek aurat ko shant kaise kiya jata hai.who paheli raat me kabhi nahi bhoolongi. Uske saath sex ka maja hi kuch aur tha. Na jaane me kitni hi der tak aankhe munde leti rahi aur who mujhe chodta raha. Me apne ko jannat me mehsoos kar rahi thi. Phir kuch der baad me jhad gayi aur uske 10 ek mint baad usne bhi apna saara maal mere choocho aur muh per udel diya aur maine ise skin cream ki tarah apne gaalo aur choocho per masal diya. Iske baad who mere se lipat gaya aur mujhe mere honton per kiss karne laga. Kuch der baad hum dono so gaye, per raat ko usne mujhe 3-4 baar choda aur har baar ek naya hi ehsaas hua. Aur agle din subah Mrs. Sinha apne ghar aur mei apne ghar aa gaye. Pura ek mahina humlogo ke beech yeah sob chalta raha. Mr. Sinha ne is eak mahino me jamkor meri chudai ki. Garbh nirodhak pills ki karan se Mrs. Sinha pregnant nahi huye. Eak mahina ke bad mera poti ko sok ho geya ke khot unme hai mere me nahi.

To dosto is tarah se maine apni aag ko thanda karne ke liye apne pati ki swepping ki.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY CURIOUS WIFE



Stacy and I had been married for almost fifteen years and it was a good marriage. We loved each other and we were also each others best friend. We were a typical middle class couple. We both worked at fairly decent jobs and had typical outside activities. I bowled on Wednesday night, played poker a couple of times a month with friends, and played golf almost every weekend that Stacy and I didn't take the boat and go to the lake. Stacy played cards with her sorority sisters from college every Thursday night, volunteered for charity work one or two nights a week. We made ourselves a promise when we got married that we would not become stay at home couch potatoes. We moved in a circle that believed in having parties, barbecues and in entertaining. We belonged to the Benevolent and Protective Order of Elks, more for the weekly dances than for any other reason and, in short; we were a very happy and active couple.

One day, out of the blue, Stacy asked, "Do you ever think about other women?"

"Do I what?"

"You know, see other women and wonder what they would be like?"

"Yes, I suppose so."

"What do you think about when you see them?"

"I don't know, it's never the same thing. I'll see a woman with great legs and I'll wonder what she would look like wearing four-inch heels. Or I'll see a woman with large breasts and I'll wonder what she would look like in a bustier, a push up bra or just letting them hang free."

"Do you ever think about taking them to bed?"

"Yes and no."

"Explain that please."

"I sometimes try to imagine what they would be like, but I never actually think about trying to bed one of them. Why?"

"I don't really know. Just trying to get a feel for the male mind I suppose."

"I know you Stacy, there has to be more to it than that."

Stacy was silent for several moments and then she said, "At the card game last night Lisa did some crying on my shoulder. Dave is out screwing other women. Lisa said he has always liked looking at the ladies and she had always just accepted it as being the way guys are. You know, look but no touching? Only now all of a sudden Dave is out there touching. I just wondered what it was."

"Well babe, looking is human nature and so is lusting, but if you have a good marriage there is no reason to go touching. What is Lisa going to do about it?"

"Her attitude is "What's good for the goose is good for the gander. She has started going out with other guys."

"I raised an eyebrow at that, "I always thought they were a happy couple. Their marriage must not be as good as I thought."

"I don't know. She says she still loves him and she's pretty sure that he still loves her."

It was about two months later when Stacy hit me with the question that makes most men cringe, "Do you love me? I mean really, really love me?"

"Of course I do."

"You do know that I love you too, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Well I do. I just hope you love me as much as much as needed."

"What's wrong Stacy, why the questions?"

Stacy looked down at the floor and said, "I've been having an affair."

I couldn't have been more surprised if Stacy had told me that she had just robbed a bank. I was stunned and at a loss for words and it was several seconds before I managed to squeak out, "How long has it been going on?"

"About a month now."

"With who?"

"You don't know them."

"Them? Good God Stacy, what are you doing, gangbangs?"

"No, no, that came out wrong. I didn't see them both at the same time. I guess what I meant to say is that I've been having affairs, not an affair."

I was still recovering from the initial shock and I didn't know what to say or what to do, so to buy time I said, "You had better start at the beginning Stacy and tell me just what the hell is going on."

It had started when Lisa began confiding in Stacy about what was going on in her life. Dave's running around was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She started playing the field and the more men she dated the more fun she had. She'd had no idea that men were so different when it came to sex. Cocks in all sizes and shapes, circumcised and not, different ways of making love and so on. She told Stacy that she had the best of both worlds - a husband (though a straying one) who loved her and the sexual excitement of new lovers. Lisa began working on Stacy to try another man. Stacy said she couldn't, but Lisa kept after her. Lisa told her about the men she had been with and how each one had brought something different into the affair.

One night after cards Lisa's car wouldn't start so Lisa asked Stacy to drive her over to the lounge where she was supposed to meet her current lover. When they got there Lisa didn't see her lover's car and so she asked Stacy to come inside and keep her company while she waited. The two of them had three or four drinks before Lisa's lover arrived and when he did show up he had a friend with him. As the men approached Lisa leaned over and told Stacy that the guy with her boyfriend was Troy and that he had the biggest cock she had ever seen.

Stacy had just enough alcohol in her to be in a mellow so when the two guys sat down she didn't get up and leave. She sat there and talked with Lisa and her friends and when Troy asked her to dance she hadn't seen any reason not to. On the dance floor Troy kept poking his cock into her leg and it felt huge. She wondered what it looked like and she got to thinking about what I had said when I told her what I sometimes imagined when I saw a woman with large breasts. She started imagining what Troy's cock would look like in boxers, in jockey shorts or in Speedo style briefs. She wondered what it would look like hanging free - would it hang down to his knee or maybe only go to mid-thigh. She was daydreaming about stuff like that when Troy kissed her. She automatically returned the kiss and when he gave her some tongue she gave some back and then suddenly she snapped out of her daydream and broke from him, but the damage had been done.

Troy just knew that he had a hot one on the line. He worked on Stacy until she finally had enough and she got up to leave. Troy insisted on walking her out to her car and when they got to it he said, "Just so you'll know what you missed out on, look at this." He had taken his cock out of his pants and he stood there stroking it and watching Stacy's face. It was huge and it seemed to mesmerize her and she couldn't take her eyes off of it. After several seconds Troy had taken her hand and put it on his dick and the two of them stood there in the parking lot - Troy watching Stacy and Stacy standing there staring at the huge piece of meat in her hand. They stood there what seemed like forever and then Troy had slowly lifted his hands, put them on Stacy's shoulders and gently pushed her down and then Troy's cock was in her pussy and then she was in the back seat. The car was also shaking heavily by the hard pounding of troy. My wife was enjoying every moment of it when Troy’s gigantic cock was thrusting her tight cunt. Troy withdrew from her after filling her with his thick sperm.

For the next three weeks she had seen him two or three times a week before breaking off with him. "If his cock was so good why did you quit seeing him?"

"Because he was an asshole. All he was a huge cock. He had no finesse or anything else going for him. He had a big dick and I was supposed to be grateful that he was letting me have it. He was a novelty and he quickly wore off. What he did do for me was to make me curious."

"How so?"

"I began to understand what Lisa was trying to tell me about the sexual excitement of a new man. I had fucked Troy, but he meant nothing to me. His huge cock didn't make me stop loving you, if anything all Troy did was make me appreciate you even more. No, what he did was make me curious about other men. The next Thursday Lisa asked me if I was meeting Troy later and I told her no, that I'd dropped him. She said that she had expected it and that two weeks of him was all she could stand. Then she told me that she had someone else she wanted me to meet and that night she introduced me to Mack. Mack was totally different from Troy and you. His cock was just a bit shorter than yours and it was skinny - like a hot dog, but what he lacked in size he more than made up for in energy. He was like the Energizer Bunny, he kept going and going and going. His big thing was anal sex and it was the first time I ever had a cock up my butt and I liked it. I saw him for two weeks, but I broke off with him day before yesterday because he was getting too possessive."

"So why in God's name did you tell me all this shit? You had two affairs, you ended both of them, I never knew and never suspected and you could have kept quiet and it would never have become the problem that it is now going to be. Why didn't you just keep quiet?"

"Try to understand this John. I love you. I have always loved you and there is no one I'd rather live my life with, but I'm curious honey. I was a virgin when we married and you were the only man I'd ever known until a month ago. Troy and Mack showed me that there is so much out there that is different and I want to experience some of it. Tonight at cards when I tell Lisa that I'm not seeing Mack anymore she is going to fix me up with some one else and that's the problem baby. I want her to set me up with another guy, but I just can't do it behind your back anymore. The first time with Troy was an accident. It wasn't intentional - it just happened - but it was so unique an experience that I let it continue. With Mack I knew it was wrong, but I went ahead and did it anyway and I've felt nothing but guilt since. I don't want to feel guilty and I don't want to lose your love, but I do want to have a few more experiences."

Stacy stood silent as I sat there and looked at her in total disbelief. "You are asking my permission to let you be a round heeled slut? My God Stacy, didn't our marriage mean anything to you?"

"My marriage means everything to me John and you do too. That's why I'm asking - why I'm confessing. I love you and I'm hoping that you love me enough to overlook Troy and Mack and then I'm asking you to trust me. To let me have what I want and trust me to come home to you and to love you as much as I always have. Please John, all I'm asking is that you let me go out and sow a few wild oats. You go sow a few of your own if you want to. The only thing that is important is that we come back home to each other."

"I'm sorry that I'm such an old fashioned kind of guy. When I said my marriage vows I meant them - every word - and they didn't allow for sowing wild oats. You are asking me to let you go out and fuck other men and I'm not even sure that I can forgive you for the ones you have already fucked. And if that's not bad enough, what about the damage you may have already done? Troy "just happened" but did he happen to use a condom? He sounds promiscuous as hell, did he give you something that you in turn passed on to me? What about Mack? You say he likes to butt fuck and isn't that one of the biggest ways that AIDS gets spread? Did he use a condom? Did you even stop to consider that every one that Lisa sets you up with she has already sampled and haven't you already told me that she is having a ball fucking everything in pants? Just how many sexually transmitted diseases has she picked up and passed on. You're fucking with my life here Stacy and I'm not fucking happy about it. I can't stop you from going out and fucking around if that's what you want to do, but it damned sure isn't going to be with my blessing. And if you do go out and do it I would just as soon that you don't bother coming home."

Stacy just stared at me for several seconds and then she said, "I told you that I loved you. Do you really think that I didn't think of that? Even though my affair with Troy was spur of the moment I still insisted that he use protection. Fortunately he loves to fuck women and he knows that if he picked up a disease and gave it to some one the word would go out and he'd be cut off, big cock or not so he always had rubbers handy. I didn't know how Mack would be so I made damn sure I had my own supply. I did not put you at risk and I would never put you at risk and I'm sorry that you have such a low opinion of me that you would think that I would."

She got up and left the table without saying another word. That night when we went to bed I reached out to touch her and she pulled away from me. For a minute I was angry and then suddenly I was laughing. I laughed so hard that I had to get out of bed. I went down to the living room and turned on the TV and started channel hopping. Five minutes later Stacy came down, "What was that all about?"

"Think about it. I find out you are a cheating whore, I get angry about it, you get angry that I got angry and then when we are in bed I reach out to touch you and you pull away from me. It's just too fucking funny for words."

She stood there looking at me for several moments and then, "Yes, I guess it is" and then she sat down next to me on the couch. After maybe a minute she cuddled up to me and maybe two minutes after that her hand worked its way into my pajamas and she started stroking my cock. It responded and just before she took me in her mouth she said, "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to upset you. I do love you and I hope you know that."

Call me weak, call me pussy whipped, but I do love Stacy and I know that she does love me so after a week of the two of us avoiding the subject and three weeks of talking about it I finally told Stacy that she could satisfy her curiosity. And she did - in spades! She and Lisa would go out together after their card night, meet some men and then Stacy would rush home and tell me what was different about the man she had just been with. At first I was a little put off by hearing Stacy give me a blow by blow account of her evening with another man, but she was so animated and excited that it was infectious. I began to get a little turned on by the tales and soon they were leading to some spirited romps in the bedroom. Stacy began asking me if I thought I might like to watch her with a man one night, "You get turned on when I tell you about it, maybe you would be even more turned on if you watched."

"Yes, and I might get so turned off that I would have to put an end to it."

For the next three months Stacy screwed a new man every Thursday night. She had decided that having a two or three week affair, limiting herself to just one man for the period, could lead to emotional involvement and she didn't want that. Besides, a new man every week gave her a wider sample for her curiosity.

"I'm going to give it up one of these days and go back to being a good little wife. I need to see as much as I can until then."

Then came the night I got a phone call. It was Stacy and she seemed to be a little out of breath, "I'm going to be real late tonight honey. Don't wait up. I'll tell you all about it in the morning." Stacy wasn't home when I got up the next morning, but she did call me and tell me not to worry just before I left for work. "Take vitamins to day sweetie, you will need them tonight." She wasn't wrong. The story she told me that night when I came home kept us in the bedroom for the entire weekend.

It hadn't been planned. One of the girls from Thursday night's card group was getting married and the other girls threw her a surprise bridal shower. There were a lot of gag gifts and some nice ones, but the centerpiece of the evening was the stripper that Lisa had hired to drop by. The stripper was a tall, well built man and he had knocked on the door dressed as a security officerman who was investigating an excessive noise complaint. Then the music started and the clothes began coming off. Lisa had Marie sit in a chair in the middle of the room and the dancer took it all off in front of her. Then the girls got raunchy and started after Marie to reach out and touch the naked cock that was bouncing around only inches from her face, but Marie shut her eyes and turned her face away. The steam began to run out of the party and Lisa decided that she needed to crank it back up a notch.

She went down to her knees and the dancer moved over to her and waved his cock in her face and Lisa opened her mouth and the stripper pushed his cock in. She sucked on it for several minutes while all the girls cheered her on and the stripper grabbed the back of her head and came in her mouth. She swallowed most of it, but some escaped her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Several of the girls came over to her and surprised her by taking some of the cum off her chin with their fingers and tasting it. Two of them said they wished they had her nerve and that they wished they would have done it. That made Lisa feel better knowing that she was not going to be looked at as a slut by her peers.

After the dancer had dressed and was getting ready to leave he asked Lisa if she would like to go to his apartment with him and finish what they had started. Stacy told him no; that she and Lisa had to meet some people. The dancer (Derek) told her that he thought she would love to meet his roommate and then Lisa had said, "Let's do it Stacy, it will be fun." The girls followed Derek to his apartment where they were introduced to Jason (a software engineer who was recently transferred in the city for two years. He was working for a big software project). Derek told them he was missing his wife and desperately needs a married pussy. Then they got down to it. Derek fucked Lisa twice and then he said he would like a taste of Stacy and he and Jason switched partners. At some point, Stacy couldn't pinpoint that either Jason or Derek….who was fucking her. When Stacy had come home at ten in the morning she had trouble walking her pussy was so sore because of night long fucking. She wasn't sure how many times they fucked her before she and Lisa said they had to leave. She told me that she had loved every second of it but didn't ever want to do it again.

But she did do it again. She became a regular visitor to Derek and Jason's apartment and they were always more than happy to fuck my wife as much as possible. Stacy even goes out on dates with Derek or Jason on nights other than Thursday. I mean regular dates like dinner and a movie. They come to the house and pick her up while I hide in the back of the house and several times when they brought her home they fucked her in the driveway. She keeps after me to let her bring them in so I can hide in the closet and watch, but I'm nowhere near ready for that yet.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mother got banged



Today I m going to share a true experience of mine which happened just about 2 yrs back .I had just joined the eng college then. I have an elder cousin sister whose marriage was fixed. so we had to leave for the village to attend the marriage. Let me tell you about my family first. I have a father, a mother and a younger sis. Due to some official work my father could not go. So three of us left for the village.

We reached there just 3 days prior to shagun and tilak. A number of our distant relatives had come to attend the marriage. Many of whom were unknown to me. Among the guests was a man of about 50 yrs of age. He was well built,6ft in height ,quite muscular and heavy as the village people are. I saw him constantly eyeing my mother. He used to watch my mom with
objectionable expressions on his face. His gaze was constantly on my moms ass and her big boobs. As far as my mother is concerned she was quite easily the most beautiful and sexy women among all. She is almost 40yrs of age with fair complexion. In spite of being of 40 she has the best pair of boobs I have ever seen. Must be 36 in size, it attracts the attention of
every man around her .The two melons always fight to come out of her blouse .The shape and size is just perfect and every man would to feast upon them. Another stunning feature is her big, fleshy, round has which jiggles with her every movement. It always invites other to pump it. She has a perfect figure with big round boobs at the top ,thin tummy, thin waist and a big round ass. She just looks like a perfect sex bitch. Her every body part yells ,"come on pound me hard'. My mother being very conservative and strict in manner used to wear tight blouses and saris which looked very provocative but till now no man has been able to lay hands on her assets apart from my father.

So no doubt that man was eyeing her. I tried to find out about the man. I came to know that he was our distant relative and lived in the nearby village. During preparations of marriage my mother was constantly busy in work and that man used to roam in and around her to have a good look at her. He started helping others in their work. Once my mother was on the terrace doing some work. In pretext of carrying some article he too went on the terrace and their he started introducing and chatting with my mother. They became friendly. My mother thought him to be a good man but I knew what exactly he had in my mind. On the next day some article had to be purchased from the market related to brides use. So my mother was told
to go the market, but no male was available at the home to take her except that man and market was also very far away almost 45 kms from there. So he offered to go with her with a smile. He told my mom that one of his friends has a shop in the market and if he goes with her purchasing of the article will very cheep.

They both left on a bike. I was scared as I knew he will try to seduce her and he had the whole day to do it. But I was equally confident about my mom, she was lady of principles and it is impossible to get her into doing anything wrong. From my childhood I saw she is very faithful to my father.

As time passed, I got worried; it was 7 in the evening. They should have returned by now, The mobile was also not working due to bad network. Slowly my heart started sinking out of fear and I started thinking how that big man must be fucking her .

Around 9 pm I saw their bike coming, they came with number of articles. I enquired about being late, she told that the bike was punctured in the way and also they had to go to other market for some item. By her looks and expressions I gauged that everything was fine and normal, but certainly both of them became good friends. That night after having dinner I came
out and saw many people were sitting in a group on two cots and discussing about the marriage but most notable fact was that the man was sitting just beside my mother. I was tired so I went to sleep

In the morning I wok up and saw my mom sleeping in the other room, my mom generally wakes up very early. I asked my sis why she is sleeping so late. She told, "mummy raat ko late se soyi hai,lagbhag 2 baje". I asked what she was doing late at night. She told that she was talking to uncle about preparations. I knew that man is trying his luck at my mom, I was pretty sure he wont succeed.

Next day was the day of shagun, the entire day everybody was busy and in the evening every body got ready for the function. My mother wore a tight black blouse and a tight grey saree. She was looking gorgeous and a piece to be nailed. Her dress was reveling her beauty. Every male eye was preying her. When that man saw my mom, his hand instantly went to his
groin area, I knew he had his tool erect. During the entire function he tried to remain as close to her. He was a married man with four grown up children but behaving like a teenager.

That night due to lack of space I slept under the open sky on the cot. At around 2 a.m I got the call of the nature ,I went to piss behind our house, where nobody comes as it is isolated. as I was relieving I heard a soft moaning sound from the cattle house just few fits away. I went slowly and peeked through. I couldn’t believe myself, my mom was inn that mans
arms ,her big breasts crushed to his chest, he was kneading her butts with his big rough hands from above the clothes while he was sucking her lips violently. He was roaming his hand on her back and slowly inserted it under her blouse and caressed her back. he unhooked her bra from back inside the blouse and then took his hand out of the blouse. Suddenly they
broke their passionate kiss and he started kissing her neck. She was making sensuous noise
ahhhhhh.........................oghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....ahhh..ah...................nahinnnnnn.......I
knew that bastard had seduced her and would surely get her pussy today. He turned her around, now she was facing my side. He held her back and started kissing her neck and back, while he suddenly put both his hands on the two big boobs and started squeezing then, she moaned loudly ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohh............he started telling her Tum kitna khubsurat ho…..tumari khubsuroti hume pagal na kor de……meanwhile he started sucking her lips again and increased his pressure on her breast.
He then took one of mothers hand and forcefully made her hold his cock above his lungi. My He suddenly started to open her sari and threw her saree. Now she was in petticoat and blouse. He turned her around and took one of her breast in his mouth itself and started sucking. She gave a loud aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,,he crushed her into his arms and feasted upon her breast with erotic sounds of ummmm...ah......ahhhhhhhhh....ohhhhhhhhhhh.
Now he got very excited. Her two grand melons stood majestically before his eyes, he caressed her boobs for a minute and hissed. Then he caught hold of her and pushed her down on the ground and got on top of her. For the next 15 minutes he kept sucking her boobs one by one kneading the other. The boobs had become erect and red in color from the treatment it got .My mom was out of her minds, fully aroused and making erotic sounds. Now he took her
on top of her and started smooching while his hands started squeezing her beautiful ass. They broke their kiss after 10 minutes ,they were panting heavily. He got on top of her and started kissing her again. His one hand slowly undid the knot of her petticoat and slid his hand inside. With his touch on her pussy she shivered .Held her tightly and started massaging her pussy with his hand. I could only see the movement of the hand inside the petticoat. For next 10 mins he kept on rubbing her clit and her pussy within his hand while his lips were doing their work inside her mouth. With every passing minute their smooching became more violent .my
mother became very aggressive as she held him tightly in her arms and made sensuous noise. He knew this was the right time to take her. He immediately broke the kiss and pulled the petticoat down revealing her already wet choot. I saw her choot for the first time, it was hairy but was beautiful. He removed his lungi and his underwear and there stood his 9" long penis and about 3" thick. It was standing in its full might ready to tear my mothers pussy. His lund was bigger than the average male and I was sure my mother hadn’t taken that big yet.

He spread her legs wide and placed his tool on her vagina and slowly entered its tips ,then slowly he penetrated her to the full length. She gave a loud gasp as it plunged deep into
her...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.............ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........nahinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. She was in a bit of pain as it was big for her and also she hasn’t been fucked for long, her choot was tight. He started moving his hip up and down slowly. With every plunge sshse started moaning.."ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ummmmmmmmmmmm
dheerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" With her every moan he started to increase his speed, her choot was really tight... So started to give slow and hard strokes . He took out his entire length from her choot up to the tip and plunged it mercilessly inside her hole. She gave a loud ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. He again did thee same thing. Again a loud moan
erupted from her sweet lips. .ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. He did this for 5 minitess until her pussy became slightly loose. Her “ahs” and “uhs” were increasing his passion. He took her lips inside his mouth took a deep breath and started giving her hard and fast strokes. His hips were moving with a great speed between her legs and her whole body was jerking with
every strokes. The pounding she was getting was awesome. She was getting crushed by his impending power. He was mercilessly tearing her apart with great speed plunging his black big cock inside her hole. It was a lovely scene to see big dark cock going in and out of a lovely whitish pussy with such a speed. He stopped for a moment to take breath. She put both of
her legs on his waist and locked it. He got the indication the she wants more. He started invading her again with same speed. I saw a gentle smile on my mothers face, indicating the joy she was getting from this man.
She was on cloud nine as he was screwing her. She held him tightly and started to move her butt above violently in rhythm to his assault, but she was no match to him. This man had experience to fuck. Any women would love to get such a big cock with such a power and speed and that lucky woman was my mother that night. After a marathon fucking session he rolled away from her body and lay besides her. She was panting for breathing and her whole body was red as wine from the treatment it got. Her pussy was totally sore and red as hot iron. Her breath could be heard from a distant place. My mother had achieved a number of orgasms but the man wasnt? Finished yet. His cock was still rock hard, he got up, took my mother and placed her on all four. Now he was going to fuck her like bitch. He got behind her took his tool, placed on her hole and inserted it in one go. She gasped ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. He held her waist and started plunging his tool deep inside her ..ah ah ah ah a ah ah auh uh uh
hu.............................ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.....uuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..dherrr.....e.....dhe......re.......ahhhh......ahhhhhhh was all that she could manage. This beautiful married lady was being ravaged by that big man and she was enjoying. He was pumping her hard like a bitch with all his strength. What a sight it was. Her boobs were hanging and shaking violently with every ahhhh and uhhhh frm her mouth as she was being nailed in her hole from back...her moans filled the night air....he took her breast and started kneading them while pumping her pussy hard. It was really a hardcore sex. After about 20 minutes of pumping he gave a loud moan and with a deep hard plunge ,he ejaculated inside her. Both of their body started shaking with the power of release. For 2-3 minutes he kept on filling her hole with his seed. His thick cum started falling from her hole and both lay exhausted on the ground. Both were tired and lay there for sometimes. Then my mom collected her clothes, got ready quickly and left. I masturbated 3 times that night. When I checked my clock I found the man fucked my mother for 1 hour continuously. That needs some strength. He was really a strong man indeed.

There was 2 days left for the marriage and I was sure she will be screwed a number of times. But the next day the man had to return due to some work, but he said that he will return on the marriage day to attend the marriage, that meant to fuck her again.

On the marriage day he came in the evening, he was constantly looking at her ,I was sure he will take her tonight. At night around 2 am when marriage was going on I saw him talking to my mother. After that he left and I saw him going towards the field. After half an hour my mother making some excuse started moving towards the field. I followed her. In the field
there is a small cottage meant for irrigating the field. She entered the cottage. I took a position at the watching through a hole. She was already in his arms and they were chewing each others lips like wild animals as if they are fucking for the first time.......he undressed her within minutes and removed his clothes too. He took both of her lovely juicy breasts in his mouth and hand and started sucking and kneading them. The unusual moaning of the bitch uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh were coming. He threw her on the floor, spread her legs and placed his mouth over her lovely hole. He started licking her vagina and her clit with the tounge. She threw her head back and her hand on his head to control the
excitement. She was on moon with his tongue probing her hole and his hand massaging her clit. She was a real rand and a bitch. he sucked and licked her pussy for half an hour during which her moans and noises filled the room.ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....................uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.............................ooooooooooooooooooooo........ohhhhhhhhhhhh
ayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ab chodo mujhe ,,,,chodo
chodo...chodo na. She started begging. He immediately placed her tool on
her pussy and rammed it inside. She screamed with pleasure. margyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.....................dherrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeee.....he took both of her hands ,placed them above her head and then started
giving her what she needed. He tore her pussy with his long hard cock and gave her strokes after strokes. Her entire body jerked rhythmatically with every penetration. The moans and her screams filled the entire field. He was ramming her .then he took her up. Positioned her on the wall with her ass towards him, he lifted one of her legs from back, took his tool and penetrated from back. He fucked her in that position for 5 minutes and then exploded inside her. He emptied his entire load. They both relaxed and started kissing each other and also were speaking silently which was not audible. The man played and sucked her boobs ,kissed her entire body. After about half an hour his cock became hard again and he was
ready for another round. But I suddenly saw my mom knelt on her knees and took his big cock inside her mouth. She started sucking his cock, he held her hair and started fucking her mouth. She was looking a whore with a big lund in her mouth. After sucking for 5 mins he turned her around made her stand on all four like a dog and placed his cock on her hole. He
started to enter. He then gave a thrust and his half length was inside her pussy. She started sobbing out of raw pleasure...but he again gave a hard thrust and the entire length went inside. She threw her head back and started shaking with enormous pleasure. Her lover then started pounding her choot and the way she was crying due to her unbearable fucking pleasure the entire field was filled
with..ah..ah..ah...ah...ah/...ah......nahi.......nahi...dher.....r......e..........nahiiiiiii.....uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmar
gayiiiii. He kept on ravaging her pussy for 30 minutes and after that loaded his come inside her pussy........they both lay there panting heavily. My mother has been fully enjoyed by this man. I returned back. but my mother returned at 5 in the morning ,that means she was
fucked 2 ,3 times more....she looked very happy next day as if she has got something very precious...and I knew what it was, we returned the same day.
( THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Hot sex of my mom



I m going to share a true experience I had .this is a cent percent true story. You won’t believe it but it happened right in front of my eyes. I am 23 yrs of age doing my engineering. My family consists of my father, my mother and my younger sister. I was on a two month
holiday, suddenly we received the news that our grandfather was very ill and someone needed to go there for his care. My father couldn’t go due to some official work. so it was decided that my mom and I will go to the village and stay there as long as my grandfather wants. We headed to our village, we reached there. Our village is very backward, roads are not
there, No electricity and all the people living are engaged in agriculture as the land is fertile being close to river Ganges. When we reached there we saw only our grandfather was there. We asked where the other members are. He said that all of them have gone to ‘thirtha yatra’, he was alone. He was really sick and needed some help. We took him to doctor who
advised him rest. But he said that as sowing season has come he need to go to fields and constantly monitor the work otherwise the entire crop will die. It was necessary. The fields are far away from living places placed alongside the river ganga. People who have their land make a small temporary hut in the field to live and monitor the work. So it was decided that all three of us would live in the field only and I would assist the grandfather in his work while mother will take care of the grandfather. We left for the field, on reaching there we found that
two small huts were there separated by a distance of 500 meters. The huts were made of bushes and wood. Our grandfather told us that one was ours and other was of the labors who work on the field for us. We reached the hut. It had only one broken cot. So my grandfather used to sleep on the cot and two of us on the floor. All around the hut there were only fields
with crops up to miles. Nothing was visible accept the crops. In the north we had the river ganga. The place was cool even in summers because of river ganga. Light breeze always blew and the place was really a new experience for me and my mother.

On the next day our grandfather called the labors who work on our field. Three of them came, they were thin and lean and short in height. They wished us .my grandfather asked "where is Mohammad" suddenly a man entered from behind .He was about 6ft 2" in height ,well built
,masculine body ,.He was also black in color but looked like a giant. As soon as he entered his eyes lit seeing my mother. I think he hasn’t seen a beautiful woman as her before. He was stunned by her beauty and I could see a wave of lust in his eyes. He wished us and welcomed us. My grandfather told us that if anything we require, Mohammad will fetch those for us. Mohammad seeing my mother said "of course madam if you require anything u tell me, I live just in the next cottage, I will be pleased to help you": .My mother felt a bit awkward but she forgot it soon. in the evening my mother told me that she needed some item in order to cook
food, so she asked me to call Mohammad. I called him and he came running with 3 pieces of fish with him. He told that "mam in this field you will get only this, no other food material is available" she took it with disappointment. As my mother entered the cottage I saw him looking mom’s ass like a hungry animal. When he realized that I was watching, he gave a
smile and said "aapki mummy bahut achi hain". I understood what he meant to say.

Now let me explain about my Mom. Her name is Jyothi she is 40 year old housewife but looks
as if she not more than 35. her body is toned up and figure is maintained. With a figure of 34,30,36,she boast of a killer body. She has enough on her body for a man’s greed. Her assets are just fantastic. With two large rounds, soft and firm breast and a large big ass she can make 100s of cock go hard instantly. Her attires also are provocative. The tight blouse tries to contain her large chuchis due to which they swell even more inside the blouse and makes them look extra large. And you know Indian men like large breasted women especially village men. Her ass is something to be proud off. They look so bulky and shaped as if she pumped from behind daily. And it was clear that her assets have taken a toll on
Mohammad.

During next few days I saw Mohammad eyeing mom’s assets from the corner of
his eyes and he tried to stay as close as he can to my mother. He constantly used to come and ask my mother if she needed something. At night one day I was not able to sleep, so I got out of the hut and started roaming outside, then I decided to go to the laborers hut and
have chat with them. So I proceeded towards them. As soon as I inched closer I heard them talking. Mohammad was saying "yaar mujhe to neend nahin ayegi jab tak main malik ki khoobsurat bahu ko chod na doon. Kya piece hai saali ,aisi maal to aaj tak nahin mili. kitni mast gand hai uski,uski gand zaroor marunga. Chuchi to itni badi hai ki man karta hai
muh me leke chaba jaun. Sahar ki maal hai, chut to mast tight hogi ,waise sahar wale chodte kahan hain apni biwiko. Saali do bache ki maa hain lekin phir bhi mast hain. Gori chut me lund ghusane ka maza hi kuch aur hoga.”

The next labor said “ye sahar ki aurat hai patana mushkil hai” Then Mohammad said “Mohammad ka lund dekhke aurten apne aap patt jati hain. Isko to main 2 din ke under pata ke tum logon ke samne chodunga.?The other said ?aur agar nahin chod paye to?then Mohammad said? To maa kasam aaj ke baad chodna chod doonga. aisi cheez dobara nahin
milegi”. I was shocked to hear their conversation. I quietly went back to the cottage. I was thinking all night about Mohammad. Will he able to seduce my mom. Will she sleep with him? But I immediately dismissed all thoughts as my mother was a faithful wife and a very conservative woman. She was very happy with my father and was satisfied with her married life. She won’t indulge into infidelity. And in no way she would sleep with a labour and let taste her choot.

Next morning I woke up late and saw that my mother was not there. I came out and saw labors working; I asked them have they seen my mom. They said that Mohammad had taken her to see the fields and the river. She came in the afternoon with Mohammad. I asked her about it then she said that Mohammad took her to see the fields and the river and he is a nice
man. She said that from tomorrow onwards she would go to the river to take the bath in the morning before sunrise as nobody is there at that time. The entire day I saw Mohammad chit chatting with my mom and cracking jokes. In the evening when we were about to go to sleep Mohammad called my mom from outside. She went outside, I too followed her. Mohammad
told that “Madam aaj chandini raat hai,aaj raat me ganga ka pani doodh ki tarah chamakta hai aur bahut sunder lagta hai aur ye nazara baar baar dekhne ko nahin milta hai” She told me stay with my grandfather as she will return after one or two hour. When I protested and demanded that I will go too, she scolded me and told me to stay with my grandfather. I knew Mohammad is trying to seduce my mom but I was sure he won’t
succeed. But I was afraid that at night, he may bang my mom, but I thought he won’t do that After about 4 hours at 10 am she returned back laughing with Mohammad. Mohammad bid her goodnight and she came to sleep but before that she told me how beautiful view it was and how Mohammad took her to wonderful places and also promised her to teach her fishing the
next day. I slept, when I woke in the morning, it was already 8 but my mom was again nowhere to be seen. I suddenly recalled that she would go to bank to take bath. Then I started searching for Mohammad, but he was also nowhere to be found. I ran towards the river. On the way I saw her coming along with Mohammad. Both of them were laughing. When Mohammad saw me he gave wicked smile to indicating as if he has achieved the feat. when we reached the cottage I asked the mother what Mohammad was doing. She told that he met her while returning back. In the evening I had to go to the village for some work. When I returned back it was almost 9 pm at night. I went inside the hut but was surprised to see that mom was not there and grandfather was sleeping. I rushed to the river. When I reached
there I saw my mom was with Mohammad sitting on the river bank and talking. I inched closer and hid myself behind a bush. Suddenly my mom who was in a tight blue saree woke and went near the river. Mohammad said “Memsaab pani chu kar dekhiye ,bahut thanda hoga”as soon as she tried to touch the water her leg slipped and she fell into the cold
water. Mohammad rushed into the water and held her into his arms. Her soft body got crushed in his strong manly arms. Drenched in water and in moonlight the saree embossed each and every curve of her body. She was looking stunning in wet saree.

Mohammad instantly got a hard on. His prick hit my mom straight on her pussy above the saree. She looked into his eyes and he suddenly kissed her and squeezed her ass simultaneously. She opened her mouth and he entered his mouth inside her. He was gently
sucking her lips and caressing her wet back. He was crushing her more into his arms. She slowly melted away and pulled her arm around his neck. Her breast were totally crushed by his iron like chest. He understood that the lady has given up ,and now he can do whatever he want. Suddenly I saw he pushed her towards the river, when water was
almost her breast height he stopped. They both got submerged in the water up to the neck. Only I could see was that he was sucking her lips furiously. What he was doing below the water. I did not know. But after sometimes I saw moms blue saree floating away in the water. I understood he removed her saree. After that he broke the kiss and plunged his head
inside the water. Suddenly I saw her blouse going off floating in the
water. mom started moaning aahhhhhhhhhhhhh...........uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..................ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I couldn’t say what he was doing as he was inside the water but she was getting horny. Her moans continued for another fifteen minutes. He came out of the water. He must be sucking her boobs. He picked her into his arms like a doll. Oh god she was totally nude above and had only petticoat. Her boobs were bigger and more beautiful than I had anticipated. In the moonlight her body was shining milky. He came on the bank and undid the knot of her petticoat, removed it and placed it on
the ground. She was totally nude and what an as she had. He laid her on to the petticoat and lowered his huge body on her. She Wasn’t Visible. He started sucking her lips and gave her a violent smooch. She started panting, then he proceeded down, kissed her on neck and sucked her right breast. He wildly crushed the left breast too. He inserted his two fingers inside her chut. “Kya tight hai ,tumhara marrd tumhe pelta nahin hai kya?she said “ Mom answered “nahin……….kavi kavi”. He smiled ”tab to aur maza aaayega. ab to jab tak yahan ho tum sirf meri ho,roj pelunga tumari choot me” He moved down and placed his mouth over her pussy lips. She squealed with
pleasureuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.................................uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
He sucked her pussy and her clit vigorously. She started moving her head from left to right and twisting her body. he inserted his tongue inside her hole and probed her tunnel, she just jumped out of excitement. He was sucking her vagina like a dog. She couldn’t do anything except moan. She was totally wet. He stopped himself and started to remove his dhoti. His
lund just sprang out. It was a monster of 9 inch long and 5 inch Thick. It was standing like an iron rod. He spread her legs wide, placed his monster on her hole and inserted it. She screamed with pain....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh dheeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
daalo. He gave a hard thrust and entered her. She gave a loud moan. He got on top of her ,folded both her hands above her head and started his hard and long thrust. He started pounding her like a beast. As his monster dick rammed mercilessly her pussy, she screamed with pain and pleasure. ahhhhhhhh...ah..ah...ah...ah......uh.....uh......uh.........nahi.....dhe..e...e..r........ahhh...ahhhh..oh......oh.......her
erotic moans filled the entire field while he kept on screwing her. His hips were moving with great speed plunging his cock deep inside her. There was no stopping and he kept pounding her like this for half an hour before giving a hard stroke at the end and exploding inside
her, filling her pussy with thick cum. He exploded loads and loads inside her birth canal. She was panting for breath. He rolled aside and for five minutes they lay there motionless. After 5 minutes he woke up, picked my mom and took her into the field. I followed them. He stopped in the middle of the field and lay her on the ground. As long crops were there and it was
night I could not see what was going on. I sat at a distance for half an hour, after which I suddenly heard my mothers loud moan and I knew he was fucking her again. She kept on moaning like a bitch for another 45 minutes.
....She was being ravaged by this animal and she was enjoying it.............she was shouting like a wild cat. I lay there entire night. He fucked her for 3 times. In the morning at 5 am she came back to the hut being almost nude. Seeing me asleep she put on her clothes. Next day she was as usual as nothing had happened. I went for some work and returned in the afternoon. As I was about to enter the hut I heard loud moans coming. I peeped inside and saw my
beautiful mom was being pumped in doggy style by Mohammad. He lifted her saree and petticoat up her waist and was plunging his long thick cock deep inside her. He was fucking her like wild beast. We stayed there for another ten days. Every night Mohammad used to sleep with my mother and fuck her. He almost have fucked her fifty times in those 10 days. Her pussy lips must have been loosened. He fucked her ass also and loosened her asshole too. We returned back after my mother got satisfied with her day and night fuck. After returning from our grandfather’s village, one day I hard that my father and mother were whispering, discussing about something very secretly. Later I came to know that my mother was pregnant.
(FINISH)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY 2 SONS

PART1


My husband died in November leaving me with two teen-age sons to raise by myself. He also left us well off. Enough so that I would never have to work again. However, I am young enough to miss him badly. I loved my husband but for sometimes before his untimely death, we had not done much in the husband wife department. I had always enjoyed sex; I was not easy to climax and somewhat adventurous during our sixteen years of marriage. I had read a few books that suggested that there were more than one ways to have sex. I tried to tell my husband about those ideas. I also told him that I wanted to try something different, but he simply ignored me. I lived with that, as he was in so many other ways a good man and a good father.

After his death I started feeling very lonely. I also got promotion in my office as a department manager. My pay cheque increased with my work hours. I was becoming very frustrated of living without sex also. I desperately needed a strong man who could fuck me for long in the night. I was not very confident to find a decent man who could fill the empty spaces of my bed at night. Due to my hectic work load as a department manager and due to incised responsibility in home to raise my two teen-age sons I had no time for dating and taking care of my self.


Kathy was my best friend in office. She was very smart and sexy lady. I always got valuable advice from her regarding my carrier and office politics. Her situation was also same. She was divorced and a mother of one teen-age boy. She also got promotion with me in our office. The only difference with me was her tremendous energy and positive attitude. She was always looked very satisfied and relaxed. I desperately tried to date a few men in my little available free time but all those effort was not enough for me to have any stable relationship. One day I was discussing with Kathy about my problem. I told her that getting a decent and reliable man in this 40 years of age was tough. I also told her those who were married for long sometime also was not able to hold their men in there control. She said “you are right. My husband also had an affair with a woman with half of my age. So I had to throw him out. Now I am happy” I asked her “are you dating with someone?” She said “no way….. All the men cheat somehow…somewhere. I have found a very good solution”. I then told her that I am also a very sexually frustrated woman. Then I asked her about her other solution.

I was very much surprised to know that she was fucking her own son. I told her “but this is incest”. She said “as long as no one knows about that It is simply lovemaking and getting satisfied. You Know these teen-age boys are always horny. In this age they have tremendous sexual ergs. So this is just mutual understanding. If their sexual desire was not fulfilled they will try to fulfill their desire from their college friends. And those young college girls are all fucking prostitute. They sleep with everyone to earn money and have fun. Some of them could be infected with AIDS also. So actually I am protecting my son from those fucking young college girls. Being his own mother I can now show him what healthy sex life actually means…… and as well as fulfill my own desire. With this sexual relationship I can control my son to do anything I want. Even sometime before the exam I force him to study more in exchange of more sex.”

I told her that I never heard anything like this. I asked her “tell me in details. I am very eager to know that at first how you two started having sex? She said “this is not a new idea. Now a days many lonely divorced mothers are fucking their own children’s. I hared about the idea from one of my neighbor; I thought about it for few days and decided to go with it. “But how do you approached your son” I asked eagerly. She said “It was easy. I started to ware some transparent night dresses in home. One day I called my son to help me button my brassiere. Within a few days I saw the change in his attitude. He stopped going out with his friends and tried to spend as much time as possible with me. Then one day when I was coming from my bathroom being a half naked woman after taking my shower, first time I saw lust in my son’s eyes. Then suddenly I got a very good chance to take him to my bed. He one day told me that he wanted a laptop. Many of his friends have bought one. I told him that we are not from a very rich family so it will not be a wise decision to spend money from our hard earned deposits. Then I thought for few minutes and told him that I could do something for his laptop but in return I need something from him. He thought I will ask him to spend more time in studies so he immediately agreed. That night I took him in my bed room, closed the door and started to kiss him madly. He never thought his mummy could want anything like this from him. But slowly he started responding. That night I fucked him again and again all through the night. In the morning he said “mummy I know what I need. I don’t need a laptop, what I need is my lovely mummy in my bed and thank god I have got that.”

When I returned to my den that day and saw my childrens in my house, I started feeling exited. I figured out that my sons are both very well built and handsome. In the dinner table I saw them closely and started to dream like I am in bed with them. I was thinking that it will be a terrific idea If I took my younger one in my pussy and the older one in my asshole simultaneously. That night I could not sleep in excitement. The next day I told Kathy that I have decided to start fucking my two. Kathy answered “That is a wise idea”. I also told her that I am very nerves and I need a way to start this. She told me “don’t get nerves. Those young boys are always horny. What you have to do is that - were some sexy and transparent dresses in house and try to show your boobs to them whenever you get any chance. Within a few days you will see the change in their attitude. And one fine day go for the “ultimate fun” you needed desperately. That day when I returned home I started to think about this all through the night but finally I thought about a master plan.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY 2 SONS
LAST PART

Every spring my husband would load the boys up for two weeks and take them high up into the Bitterroot's and spend the whole time fishing and living under the stars as he called it. The boys had always looked forward to these outings for excitement. I planned to take the boys on the trip and asked them to show me what camping out was all about? After dinner I called them both
into the Den and ask them if they wanted to go on the trip like always. David, age 19 and Paul age 18 were both in favor of going just like they always had. I let them show me want we needed and how to pack up every thing. I had no idea that it took so much food and clothing for three people for two weeks. Over the years they had made a campsite, where there was now a pole shelter. A Stone fireplace and many plastic containers had been left from one year to the next. So in fact we did not have to carry as much as they had in previous years. The drive was nearly two hundred miles up into the hills. We parked the wagon a good ten miles past the last ranger
station. We had a radio just in case we needed it. The packs were large and heavy, if I had not been going to the local gym recently; I would have been down and out in side the first five miles. However, each of us carried a pack, I know the boys carried more than I did, but I let them think there Mom, was a helpless old lady.

David had to return to the car for one last pack while Paul and I set up camp. These boys were very wish and careful about all they did. I was proud of them both. I was also happy to see they had been well trained. They showed me how to fix a bed out of pine brows and straw. It turned out to be very comfortable. They fixed up a corner where they hung blankets so I could wash and change my cloths out of sight of here young eyes. Our beds were arranged around a fire pit.



Once all was set up on the first day it was late. I set out to fix a light meal and get my sons fed.
Oh, yes, they had shown me where the bathroom was. About fifty feet from the camp was a small clearing where they had dug a trench, We would all use the same place so it was up to me to let the boys know when I went there. We had a small oil lamp set up on a pole to give us a little light at night if we had to get up. I found I had drank to much coffee with my meal and had to get up about two hours into sleep. Both boys were sound asleep so I did not bother to tell them where I
was going.

It was cool, so I was wearing a long flannel nightgown. I slipped on my boots and made my way out of sight of camp. I found the clearing and hiked up my gown, the cool night air felt good on my bare ass. I laughed to myself and did my business. Just as I was about done, I heard a noise; it scared me and I forgot every thing the boys had told me. I moved over to one side and hid behind a bush. There was just enough moonlight to see that it was not a bear or anything else. It was David, my oldest.

He walked right up to the trench and started to take a pee. I wondered why he had come out, when
he got up he must have seen I was not there. But no matter there he was and I was watching him. I took note of the fact that he had about half a hard on. I knew from Kathy that boys his age always have hard one's at night. And sometimes during the day also. It also caught my eye that his cock was very long for his age. Seeing his cock took me back a few years to the first time I ever saw a hard-on. I smiled about that, it had been a long time ago. He shook it and it seemed to grow as he did. It must have been bigger than his father's. Because I did not remember his father being that long. For an instant I felt a pang of some kind in my guts. I also rolled my tongue around inside my mouth. It had been a long time for me. I followed David; back to camp he was in his bed and sound asleep by the time it got there.

The sun was just a low scant lighting of the sky when the boys were up and ready to go fishing. I had never fished in my life so I bagged off and told them to be careful and I would come down to the lake's edge later. I quickly fixed them eggs and bacon and headed them off. They assured me they would be back by noon. I sat in the still of the forest and listened to nothing, Oh my, that was so nice. But then as the sun rose there came all kinds of strange sounds. I was having my



second cup of coffee. When I noticed a small plastic container that looked like it had something in it. I guessed that something was left for last year. I pulled it out from under a small collection of stuff left from other years. I popped the lid and found it full of sex magazines. One was called "Incest for the whole family" I looked at it. There were pictures of older men fucking young girls that were supposed to be theirs daughters. There was a whole section of true stories of mothers that seduced their sons.

I looked at the pictures of older ladies. Some that ware very old like Grandmothers, that were both sucking young hard cocks and being fucked by the same young hard cocks. One picture in particular seemed to catch my eye. It was a slim young man, with a very long and thick cock, holding it in his hand right up in front of a ladies face she had her mouth open and was about to take it in her mouth. I wished that was I and I could suck that young hard cock. I had enjoyed sucking cock for as long as I could remember. There has always been something about holding a cock in my mouth that has given me a thrill and often I would climax in my panties whenever I
would feel the boy cum in my mouth.

Oh, yes I had given a few blowjobs in my college girl years. Long before I had met my husband.
In fact it was laughable that my husband wanted to name our first son David, because that was the
name of the boy that not only took my cherry, but he was also the first boy I gave a blowjob too. I had found early I like to suck cock and I liked the warm salty taste of cum in my mouth. That some how reminded me of last night when I saw my David's long hard cock. I wondered it I still had that ability to suck a cock and make it cum in my mouth. There was that pang again in my belly,
I knew I was getting more and more horny over my own son. Hell yes I was and I knew what I want. I thought I have to stick to my plan and follow Kathy’s advice that she gave me just before our camping adventure. I know that most states have laws about incest, but what I had planned seemed right to me.

I put the books away. After seeing those books I got my confidence back. I knew if I stick to my plan very soon I will have both of them inside me. I walked down to the lake. There about a hundred yards down the lake were my sons. They did not see me so I decided to take a dip.

I returned to the camp and put on my bikini. I really did not have a figure for this thing any more. I had gained a few pounds on the old hips, that is why I was at the gym working out. But I had to stick with my master plan. The sun was over my shoulder so it was still not noon. I slipped in the water and it felt cold at first. It took a few minutes to get use to the cold mountain water. My nipples got hard and that felt kind of good. I played around for a while and then came out and laid on a large rock. There was no one around for fifty miles so I took off my top to get a little sun all over. Before I knew it I had fallen asleep for twenty minutes or so. The next thing I knew there
were voices near by. I knew it was my sons, so I relaxed and lay there like I was asleep. I was feeling very nervous but I told my self don’t get panicked…..just stick to the plan.
The first voice I hear up close was Paul, he said, "Holly fuck, David, Mom's sunning her boobs."
The young shit had a mouth on him I had never heard before. David told him to be quiet. I knew they were both looking at my boobs. This turned me on and I felt my nipples getting hard. I knew I could not hide that. David, said, "Mom's got a great body, better than that girl from college I was screwing." Paul, joined in to say," I saw that fucking, skinny thing, she did not have half the body Mom has." Then I could feel their eyes on my nipples. Paul, said, "Gee David, the way your looking at Mom, I bet you would fuck her too." David, said, 'Paul, and you wouldn't?" My young son had a dirty mouth like I would not believe. Paul, said, “David, look at her fucking nipples I bit she would love for me to suck on those nipples again."

David, said, 'Paul, your fucking nuts you ass hole, Let's get the fuck out of here before Mom wakes up." Paul, said, “Well OK, but I can see you got a fucking hard-on,” David, said, " Listen. Paul, I said, lets go, and I see you got a fucking hard-on too. Now let’s go." My sons were talking dirty and I was so damn hot I could feel the wetness building in my cunt. I heard them moving away. Thank God, if they had stayed one second longer they surely would have seen the wet spot on my
bikini bottom. A few minutes later I heard their voices at a greater distance. "Mom, where are you, Mom". They were yelling. I got up put on my top and walked to the camp. I said, 'Here I am I fell asleep on a rock down by the lake. Paul said, “well, OK, so what's for lunch. I had already made sandwiches and a salad. Paul jumped on lunch and had his mouth full. But David, was slow to start eating, I noticed he still had a hard-on. Nice I thought, very nice.

After lunch, Paul wanted to go back to the lake, David, said, 'You go down and fish off the bank over at the point. You'll do well there, but I need to work on this shelter or we'll be sleeping in the rain. I think it is going to rain tonight. Paul got his fishing pole and walked off toward the point. I yelled after him to be careful he grunted an answer and was gone out of sight. I took the dirty dishes and started to wash them in hot water from the small fire. I had my back to David, when I
heard him say, “Mom, I know you were not asleep on that rock. I know you heard Paul and I talking about you." I turned to face him, I smiled at him, and then I told him that he and his brother talked so dirty. He said, he was sorry, but what the fuck was I doing showing my nipples to him and Paul. I told him I did not show my boobs, as he called them to anyone, you boys just came up so fast I had no choice but to pretend I was asleep and hope you were gentlemen enough to
no look at your Mom's bare breasts. Then I ask why they had used such dirty language.

David, walked up close and told me that when Dad, had brought them up here, anything goes. We could do any thing we wanted to or talk any way we wanted to. It was a guy's get away and we could just be guys. I ask, him if any of what was said, was true. He lowered his head and said, “Sure I guess, I mean, you are kind of nice and Paul and I both think of you sometimes when we are alone. We talk, you know, boys stuff. I told him I knew what he meant. I put my arm around his
shoulder and told him it was OK. I hugged him and he hugged me back. My bikini, top was very thin and my nipples were pressed into his chest. David stood back an inch or two and looked at my breasts again.

He said, Mom, I hope you don't get mad, but I have to tell you, that if you are going to wear that bikini, around camp them he was going to have to go around with a hard-on all the time. I smiled at him and told him I would not want to for him to have to go around with a hard-on
all the time so I would put on a T-shirt. David looked straight at me and told me he liked to look at my breasts and he could not help but think about, well sex when I was around. I told him that if he really was horny, and his cock was so hard it hurt, I could help him with that little matter.

He said, "Mom, my cock, is so fucking hard right now it hurts real bad. " I said, 'You poor boy, come over here and sit on this log." We had a log for a bench at a little make shift table. David did as I ask he stood close in front of me. I loosened his belt and pulled down his shorts along with his underwear at the same time. I pushed him back and he sat on the log. I dropped to my knees in front of him and took hold of his very nice large cock.

He knew what I was going to do before I did it, "Oh, my god, Mom, Oh," was all he could say before I had his long cock deep in my mouth. I said, I had not sucked a cock for a very long time and I had loved to suck cock from the first time I ever saw a cock. So here I was sucking my son's very nice cock and loving it, I did not care about incest, right or wrong, I just wanted to feel a hot cock in my mouth again. It felt good too, I tasted every inch of it, I rolled it on my tongue, and I let the head go back in my mouth. I felt the head pressuring at the back of my throat. It had been so long, It felt wonderful, I loved my son and I loved sucking his man size cock. I let my mouth glide up and down the hardened shaft. The taste of the lubrication juices reminded me of some wonderful times of long ago. He was shuttering, shaking, and his hips were starting to bounce meeting my motion.

Cupping his young balls in my hand told me he was very close to cumming. I wanted to taste his cum I wanted to feel the hot juice fill my mouth. I wanted to have him cum in my mouth. Lowering my head I took the bulbous head into my throat, just as his cock jerked spewing a thick creamy load of cum directly into my belly. Oh, god it was so hot and it tasted so good, I was sucking my son's cock and he was cumming in my mouth. I loved it. I sucked his lovely cock until I had harvested all his sperm.

A well spent soft cock, slipped from my mouth. I stood and David rapped his arms around me waist and rested his head on my belly. He said, in a voice so soft I hardly heard it, “Mom, I love you" I moved away David, pulled up his shorts and we stood looking at one another. I told him, that I wanted to do that and I thanked him for allowing me to do it. He asks if he could do any thing for me. I told her maybe later, but right now I wanted him to go check on his brother. He said, I
still need to work on the shelter. We laughed and I told him that now maybe he could without any pain in his balls. He ran off to look for his brother. Once he was out of sight I laughed out loud. I had sucked my son off and I knew then I would also get him to fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me. What a wonderful trip this was turning out to be.

The boys were so good; they cleaned the fish and brought them to me to fry up for supper. I cooked and they washed up and turned up the lantern so I could read. I had brought a few books. It was not long before Paul showed signs of being sleepy. He rolled over in his sleeping bag and he was gone in seconds. David came over and sat next to me. I ask him who the little girl was that he had been
fucking. He moved closer and said, it was our friends daughter little Grace Fillmore. I ask if he had taken her cherry, he said, no she had been fucking a lot of guys. I ask him if he liked to fuck girls and he said, “Yes, it was great " I ask him if he had cum in her and he said, yes. I ask about what happened if she had a baby. He did not think of that. So we had a long talk about safety in sex and not making babies. Till he was ready to be a full time father. David, seem to be very responsible and said, he would not do that any more. He said, Mom, I really liked the blowjob you gave me today. I thanked him and said, " Any time he was in need." He said, Mom, I got a hard-on and it sure would be nice if you wanted to suck me off again. I reached for him and found he was almost fully erect.

I said, David, I think I would like you to fuck me. "Wow, Mom, could I really fuck you?" Yes, David, I want you to fuck me and fill my cunt with hot cum, and I can not have a baby anymore so you can just cum in me all you want. We stood and our clothing fell silently to the ground. He reached between my legs and ran a fingertip along my cunt; he found it wet and hot. I held his lovely cock in my hand. We kissed and I said, David have you ever licked a pussy. He said, yes
and he wanted to lick me. So I laid on my sleeping bag and opened my legs wide for him. He kneeled between my legs and I pulled his face into my hot wet crotch. David had a warm active tongue and I bounced my hips up into her face.

He was very good; he licked my clitoris and darted his long tongue into my pussy. I was hot and he was good, I cried out for him to lick my cunt I was about to cum. I told him to eat me, to make me cum, that is when I heard Paul's voice, " God, all fucking mighty David, lick her fucking cunt make Mom cum in your fucking mouth. David jerked his head up and I looked up to see Paul standing there naked with his own handsome cock hard-on in his hand. I held out a hand and told him to come to me. Paul came over close and kneeled down next to me. I reached for his cock and pulled it into my mouth. Paul, said, "Oh, wow, Mom's a hot cocksucker, suck it Mom, suck my fucking
cock.

“Paul was talking dirty and it somehow turned me on. I had never been talked to like that and I found it very arousing. This little shit, was a real turn on and he knew it. My youngest son was wise and adventurous kind of like I had wanted to be years ago. I pulled him close, letting his cock slide deep into my throat. Mean while David was not detoured from his business he kept licking my pussy and I was getting very hot, I was on fire. I was going to explode very soon. I pulled Paul's awesome cock from my mouth and told David to let me get up. I got up on all fours and told David to fuck me doggie style and for Paul to get in front of me. So there I was on all fours, with my
oldest son fucking me doggie style and my younger son fucking me in the mouth.



The boys were looking at one another across my back by firelight and Paul told his brother to " Fuck the shit out of her." David, said, 'Oh, Hell I can not hold it, I am going go cum" Paul said, " Me to David, I am going to cum in Mom's hot fucking mouth. Suck it Mom, suck it." David, pulled hard on my hips pulling me back into his wonderful cock, I felt the cum flow into my cunt, I also tasted the first shot of Paul's cum across my tongue. This was so exciting; I started to cum myself,
and I shook, jerked and pulled Paul's cock into my throat. David cock was so far up my cunt that I could feel it in my belly. This was the greatest thrill I had ever had. This was so exciting I was afraid I would die right there. David bucked into me and Paul did the same into my
mouth, I passed out and collapsed on to my bed. When I came to a few seconds later, I was laying on my back with both boys laying next to me and sucking my breasts from both sides. I was enjoying their suck on my nipple. They ware sucking madly and I was started talking to them to make them exited again. I told them “suck well my loving children, suck me like when you were little babies. Don’t let other men to test your mother’s nipples. Don’t share your mummy with any other man. I am not only your mother but from now I am also yours woman too. They promised me that they will not fuck any other women other than me and they will protect me from getting fucked by other man. I started to cry listing their promise. We were all still naked. David, ask “Mom, are you all right?" I
told him I was fine. It was just so wonderful that both of my boys loved me. I could not stand it. Paul, said," It was kind of exciting, I never had my cock sucked before, Mom, I am glad it was you that did it first." Me too, I said. David said, "Mom, you got a great pussy, it was so great to cum in I you." I told them that what we had just done, no one must ever know about because I could get in a lot of trouble. They said, they would never tell. Paul said, “Mom, can I fuck you too?" I said, We would have the whole day tomorrow to be together, now we should sleep. I felt very satisfied, happy, and relaxed lying between the strong hands and legs of my men. We would have a wonderful life from now on... Thank you Kathy

(FINISH)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

HOW MY WIFE BECAME A WHORE


1ST PART


"I have to tell you something, Anoop," My wife, Sunanda, said. She sat across from me over
breakfast. Bright sunlight streamed through the apartment window behind her back. Sunanda looked
stunning as always. She wore just a flimsy chemise and her cotton panties. That was one thing I liked
about her. She always seemed to be in a state of semi-undressed.

"Uh-huh," I said. My head was buried in the morning paper. I was following up about the story of
the two missing teenage girls. The security officer had no clues as yet. "This is a very serious matter that I want
to tell you. Please put the paper down," Sunanda said. Her silky black shoulder length hair accentuated her
pretty features as I gave her my attention. "OK. Tell me," I said folding the newspaper.


"I did something and I want your forgiveness and understanding," Sunanda started. She clasped her
hands on the table. My first reaction was that this was going to cost me money. I braced myself for a substantial dollar figure accompanied by a no win story.

"When I went to India for Mama's Brain surgery, Dr. Dinesh was the only doctor who had the facility and the expertise to handle the operation. Her chances for making it through were non-existent with any other Brain specialist. Each day the chances for recovery worsened and it took me three days of pushing the right buttons just to see the doctor," my wife said. She gulped down the rest of the orange juice and proceeded. "When I finally met him, he told me that he couldn't take any new patients for the next six months as his calendar was full."

Since my mother in law did have the surgery and is recovering, I braced myself to hear how my wife
had given the doctor some exorbitant amount of money to get my mother in law under the knife immediately.
My second thought was that if my wife had given the respectable doctor a handsome monetary inducement, how come I wasn't aware of it.

"I was just quiet...sitting in the doctor's office," Sunanda continued. "I couldn't believe my mother had to die because the doctor was just too busy. Her situation was so precarious, she couldn't even travel. Then the doctor said that if I was willing to give him sexual favors, he will..." "Wait a minute," I said. "Is that what the
doctor said? Why didn't you slap that bastard's face?" "Let me finish," my wife said. "He said that he will have my mother's illness immediately taken care of without any monitory expenses. However he warned me that since the whole operation and recovery would take a month, that I must reside in his house and to be ready to service him or whoever else upon his instructions."

I studied my thirty-three years old wife and I couldn't imagine her sleeping with the aged doctor or anybody else in that case. "So how did you manage around that proposition? How much money did you promise the doctor?" I asked. My wife believed that money grew on trees. "There was no money exchanged. He didn't
want money. He wanted my body and I had no choice. I agreed. For twenty-six days and nights he had me,"
Sunanda said. She brushed her hair off her face.

I chose my words carefully. "We are not talking about what you had for dinner last night," I said. I slammed my fist on the table. "How could you do this? How the hell could you even consider it." "Look it wasn't easy doing it but I had no choice," Sunanda said. "There are always choices. Couldn't you even have tried other options. Checked the hospitals in other cities. I cannot believe that you were duped so easily," I said. I felt sick in my stomach. "My mother has only me to take care of her. Even now that she is recovering, there is really no one to take care of her. I begged her to come to San Diego but she would not leave. We have people taking care of her but it is not the same," Sunanda said. "How could you have given your body so
easily? At least you could have consulted with me first?" I said. The energy in my body seemed to have
drained out.

"Sure, I could have given you a call and said, 'Anoop, I have to fuck the doctor so that he will operate on my mother,'" Sunanda said. "You should be apologizing and instead you are raising your voice. I should be slapping your face right now. God dammit! Do you know this changes everything," I said. "I wouldn't have told you this if I didn't believe we could overcome it," Sunanda said. She leaned back on her chair lazily playing with her bowl of cereal. "How would you feel if I had an affair?" I asked. Although it was getting warm, I didn't move to open the window. "This is different. This is called doing what you had to do. It is called accepting the hand that you are dealt with," my wife spoke. "Well it is not possible for me to accept this situation. I cannot accept the fact that my wife has been doing who knows what with this so called expectable surgeon," I said. "I will tell you everything that happened, otherwise I don't think we could ever get back to some kind of normalcy," my wife suggested. "I don't think I want to hear it," I said. "Even then how would I know you have told the whole truth." "When you hear it, you will know that I have told you everything," she said.

On that Saturday morning my wife narrated to me with a lot of graphic details the events that took place in her twenty-six days as a slut in Dr. Dinesh's domicile. I was surprised, mesmerized, turned-on and disgusted by her narration. I became irritated as she chatted away with a certain sense of eagerness as to what transpired during her time at the doctor's house. I couldn't stop her as I wanted myself to hear everything. I
needed to hear all the gory details.

"Dr. Dinesh came to me with lust that first night. He practically ripped off my clothes, had his greedy mouth on mine and just shoved his dick into me. He was just fucking me like an animal. It was painful. I thought to myself that what did I get into. But I kept brave for my mother's sake," she said. "You are not getting any sympathy from me," I said. She ignored my comments. "His hands would grab my breasts. He was very rough with them. He pulled at my nipples. His greedy mouth sucked on them hard. His fingers played with my pussy. He knew where my clit was and played with it. That first night, he did it to me four times. The worst part is the way he looked deep into my eyes every time he pushed his dick into me. I couldn't stop thinking
that this man would be my father's age and he was fucking me." My wife's nipples became more pronounced
underneath the chemise as she continued talking. "At that point, I didn't like the doctor. Then he left for work and I got some sleep. When I woke up, I had no idea where my clothes were kept. Then one of the maids came, gave me a robe and showed me where they were.

I went downstairs for my breakfast where I bumped into his son." "He had children?" I inquired. "Just one son," she said. "He was my age but he was very cute. He just stared at me angrily. Didn't say a single word." Sunanda stretched her arms making her nipples still more pronounced. "My mother was in the intensive care unit that first week right after the surgery. I couldn't get to see her much but I still stayed at the hospital all day. That second night was pretty much the same as the first. He was like a kid with a new toy. He wanted me in every which way. He made me parade up and down in his bedroom naked. He had me spread my legs apart. He sat there staring at it. Then he would grab me, pin me under his body, and shove his dick in me. Another night of intense fucking."

"Looks like you were enjoying yourself," I said. My wife ignored my remarks again. "Dr. Dinesh left early as usual. I slept on as I was too exhausted. Then the sheets got pulled away and I began shouting at the idiot maid who couldn't see that I was sleeping. I wasn't wearing anything but I couldn't care less until I opened my eyes and saw Rajiv, the son, just staring at my body with an evil grin," my wife narrated. "Don't tell me you had sex with the son, too," I said. I could feel the acid in my stomach churning. "Everyday after his father left for work," Sunanda answered my question. "After he pulled the sheets out, he took his clothes off and got on the bed. He has a great body. His dick was big and strong. He put his mouth on my breasts and sucked
them. He went back and forth on each breast, then he started kissing his way down my stomach all the way to my pussy. He licked my pussy. His own father's semen was dripping out and he was licking it up. It felt
strange. Finally he positioned me doggy style on his father's bed and slid his dick into me. After he ejaculated, he left."


"Why didn't you have sex with all the relatives while you are at it. The son had nothing to do with the
agreement. You could have resisted," I said. "If I resisted, I would have been bangd anyway. The security officer would side with the influential doctor, not with me," Sunanda said. "Anyway, the son fucked me every morning after his father left home. He told me not to tell his father and I didn't, but I think his father knew anyway."

"So you slept with the father and the son. What else?" I asked. "Looks like you want to hear all the details," she said. "Don't I deserve to," I replied. I knocked the salt shaker down, spilling a few granules on the
table. "You're right," my wife said. She had that certain expression that made her so irresistible. "One day, a week later, I waited in bed as I did every morning for Rajiv, but to my surprise he wasn't alone that morning. He had come with his two cousins who were just teenagers. He pulled out the sheet to show them my body. I was so embarrassed. They were staring at my pussy and my breasts. After that initial embarrassment, I just let them stare. I could see they all had a bulge in their pants. They were all hard for me. So I stood up."
"You stood up naked in front of them?" I asked. I felt myself getting an erection. If I stood up, she could see it through the thin fabric of my pajamas. "I don't know what happened. It felt good to be naked and to be watched. So I walked among them and asked them to feel me up. Rajiv had his hands over me first to show his cousins how it was done. They'd never seen a live naked woman and it felt unbelievable as they touched me. They were exploring me," Sunanda said. She stood up and placed her cereal in the fridge. She sat back down and asked, "Do you want to hear more?"

"I must hear everything," I replied. "Did you fuck the teenage cousins?" "Not that first day with them," she
answered. "After they felt me up, Rajiv told them to take off their pants. He asked them if they would
like to have their penises put into my mouth. He assured them that it would feel very nice. Those kids
were ready to spurt anytime. Their young cocks were oozing with pre-cum. I got on my knees on that
hardwood floor and grabbed the older one's balls in my hand. I licked off his pre-cum. With just two
strokes, he practically flooded my mouth. It was all over my chin. There were huge globs on my breasts and
lots more on the floor. I got a bunch of paper towels and cleaned up the mess while they watched me. The
younger one was so excited with anticipation; his cock was twitching every which way. As I approached his
cock and started to feel it in my hands, he just spurted all over the place. Rajiv was laughing and the young boy was so embarrassed that he had ejaculated with just my touching his dick."

"What else did the doctor do to you," I asked. I had a raging hard-on. I dared not stand up. My wife exciting those teenage boys had a certain effect on me. "Eventually it had become pretty much a routine. He would fuck me once or twice every night. He would watch me take a shower first. He would have a glass of Johnie Walker in his hands and sip on his drink as I soaped myself. Usually I would start the evening by sucking his dick and then before he comes into my mouth, he would plunge his hard dick into my pussy."

"Thanks for being so descriptive," I muttered. I was having serious doubts about my marriage lasting. "You mentioned that the doctor also included other men that you had to perform sexually with." I couldn't use the word 'fuck'. "Oh... Yes. The doctor invited his three friends every Friday night for 'teen pati'. They would
drink their scotch with water, munch on spicy cashews and play cards," Sunanda said.

"Were you the prize?" I asked. 'Teen patti' was the Indian version of poker played with three cards instead of five. "Oh. No. I was the entertainment," my wife replied. "I had to remove all my clothes in front of them. They would whistle, cheer and call me a whore and other unmentionable things. I had to play with them while they played cards. I sat on their laps and grinded my butt into their erections. They put their hands on my tits and their fingers in my pussy. Then
when one could not hold any longer, he would take me to the bedroom, put on a condom and fuck me like a
whore. The others would continue playing. Then we would return back to the card table. He would resume
playing and I would get fingered and groped all over again."

"How many times were you taken to the bedroom," I asked. "About seven or eight times and that were just
his three buddies. They treated me like a whore. All three of them offered me money in private to have sex
with them at other times," she answered. "Did you accept their offers?" I asked. "No way. I did what I did for my mother and not for money," Sunanda replied. She stood up to open the window behind her. The way her little panties hugged her tight smooth buttocks made me jealous of all those uncouth men who had taken advantage of Sunanda. "Why did you fuck the cousins?" I asked. I finally used the f-word. "Rajiv came back with his cousins during the last days of my stay. He wanted them to experience this ultimate act that would make them into men. I obliged," my wife said. "Is that all you want to say?" I asked. A slight breeze brushed my face.
"Yes," she replied.

"You had sex with seven different men and you want my forgiveness and acceptance," I said.
"I am hoping that you can understand the circumstances that made me do this. I didn't go out and do this because I wanted to," Sunanda countered. I spoke loudly. "Let me tell you something. If I was forced into a situation like you were, I would not actively participate or reciprocate in these sex acts. I expected you to resist by not participating. You could have lied down submissively and let them do what they wanted. But golly from what you told me, you actually wanted to fuck around."

"It is not that simple. I had no choice. If I didn't reciprocate, they would have treated me worse and made me do humiliating and hideous things," my wife responded. I had to ask the question that gnawed at me all morning. "Why are you telling me this? I would have never known."

"Well...Dr.Dinesh is coming to San Diego for a conference," Sunanda said. "So what has that got to do with us." "He expects to stay with us," Sunanda said. She twirled her ring around her finger. "Have you told him that would not be appropriate?" I asked. I stared at her well manicured nails. "No, because he is still monitoring my mother and carefully adjusting her medication for her recovery," my wife replied. She glanced away from me. "So where would we put up the distinguished doctor?" I asked. "He expects to sleep in our bed with me," she replied.

"You're kidding me right!" I shouted. I thought my veins would pop. "I am sure you happily agreed to this arrangement. Well, I'm sorry but I am not going to allow it." "He put it plainly that if my mother doesn't
receive the proper medication, she would not recover. He expects full cooperation from you and me," my wife
replied. "So while you fornicate, I sleep on the couch outside. Is that the arrangement he planned?"
I questioned. Morning had turned in afternoon. "Not exactly. He expects you to be in the bedroom and watch," replied my wife.
(TO BE CONTINUED)