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Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 03:59 PM

UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES

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CONFESSION OF AN UNFAITHFUL HOUSEWIFE (PART1)
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“Stave will be angry,” my husband would often say when his projects were not turning out well. “You really have to worry about Stave there. He is a tyrant. We are all there just to serve,” he would say. I often wondered what type of man he was who could cause such trepidation in another man. I learned from my hubby that Stave had slept with their client's sexy wife. My hubby told me he often overheard some women praising his 'bedroom abilities’ in the lunchroom. “He sounds frightening. I’m glad I don’t have to deal with such a person,” I replied. One night I went with my hubby to his company's annual party. I saw this very attractive man. I noticed he kept looking at me from the stage. I would catch him out of the corner of my eye watching me while I was talking or laughing with other guests. After the show, he came up and introduced himself. He was Stave. I have heard about this guy a lot but never met him. He told me I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he just had to talk to me. I was impressed with him - he was highly intelligent and fun to be around. We talked as if we knew each other for a long time. As we stood there chatting, he kept praising me on how pretty I was, how good I smelled, how nice I was dressed, what a nice person I was, making me feel incredibly special and attractive. Later when my husband joined us, I found myself in a small group heading off for drinks with him. The three of us spent most of the night together. I felt bad when the time came to leave the party and go back home.
My hubby and I talked about his boss the whole way home. Later that night, I started thinking about him. I thought I had to know more about this man. I wished I had schemed a way to meet him again later. The following day I called him. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. I felt that hot flash you get when you are nervous. I told him I had enjoyed his company very much the previous night. He told me he felt the same way. He told me that he also found me very attractive on the night. He was afraid to even go to the bathroom because he was afraid he wouldn't find me again. He then told me he was with other people and would call me later. I suspected my hubby was the ‘other people’. I was unable to contain my anticipation of his call. Thirty minutes later, to my amazement, he called me and we talked. Once again I felt tongue tied. We talked for more than an hour. It was so refreshing to have a man that actually made me feel so beautiful. I really got to know him and thought this guy is a completely different person to the man he is made to be. He forced me to promise that I will meet him in one of his apartment next Saturday afternoon. On that Saturday I went to meet him keeping my children’s in the care of my husband.

If I’d known he was going to have this effect on me, I probably wouldn’t have come. He was too handsome, too charming and obviously had too much power over me. The power to make me weak in the knees and cloud my senses. The power to make me not only willing to sleep with a man I barely knew, but be on the verge of begging for his touch. He had to know I was putty in his hands, had to know I was his for the taking. And yet he’d asked permission to make love to me, and was still waiting for my answer. As much as I’d agonized over my decision to come here with him, the decision to go through with sharing his bed was easy. I wanted him, and regardless of his reasons for wanting me, there was only one response I could give. My lashes fluttered, and I opened my eyes to see him watching me closely, his expression intense and strained. “Yes,” I said finally. I felt the tension seep from his body, saw the lines in his face vanish. Then, before I could form another thought, he scooped me into his arms, his long strides eating up the distance to the bedroom. Once inside, he laid me gently on the made bed, then stepped back to divest him self of clothing. Rising up on my elbows, I watched him kick off his shoes, undo his cuff links, shed his jacket, tie, shirt and slacks. He came back to me in all his naked glory, so magnificent he made my mouth go dry. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he opened a drawer in the nightstand and removed a box of condoms, setting them on one of the pillows in easy reach. And then he turned his attention back to me, undivided, focused. The need swirling in my belly began to build and spread outward.
He traced the line of pale flesh above the scalloped cup of my black bra, never taking his eyes from me. Leaning in, he used his teeth to nibble and bite at my bottom lip. I opened to him, wanting more, wanting everything. And he gave it to me, covering my mouth, molding their bodies together, kissing me until I was limp and gasping for air. When we parted, Stave grabbed me by the waist and dragged me more to the center of the bed. Then he sat back and lifted my leg until the sole of my satin pump rested flat against his bare chest. He reached past my bent knee, letting his callus palms run up and down my thigh. Slipping off my shoe, he pressed a kiss to the inside of my bare ankle. I gave a gasp of surprise and Stave chuckled. I almost wished he’d hurry up to slow down the agony he was creating now, the heaving and writhing lust monster coming to life in my belly and between my legs. It had fangs and claws and was tearing at my insides, making me shiver and moan. And I could tell by the simmering, possessive look in his eyes that he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He switched to my other leg, following the same process, causing perspiration to break out along my upper lip, inside my elbows, behind my knees. When he finished, he glided his hand inside my leg and found that indeed I was not wearing panties. “That’s where I have wanted to be all night,” Stave whispered. Next, he reached behind me and deftly undid my bra, pitching the strapless garment in the same direction as my other lingerie. I fought the urge to hide my nudity with my hands or reach for a corner of the bedspread, reminding my self that I’d chosen this. And Stave wasn’t exactly the first man to see me naked. He was definitely more handsome and masterful than my husband. I couldn’t remember another man ever making me want him with just one look, ever making my mouth water or my body vibrate so strongly with unleashed desire. I felt like throwing out my arms and screaming, “Take me. Use me.” Stave moved to cover my body with his own, taking my mouth in a slow, bone-melting kiss. His broad chest, with its sprinkling of dark, springy hair, flattened my breasts and rubbed against my nipples. His erection, hard and hot, nudged my stomach. Digging my nails into his slick shoulders and back, I tipped my hips, trying to get closer, urging him to slip inside, where I needed him most. But his exercise in torture wasn’t over yet. He finished with my mouth, trailing his lips along my chin, down the column of my throat, across my collarbone and the swell of my right breast. His tongue swept across the beaded peak and I groaned, arching upward. Stave continued to lick, nip, suckle and drive all sensible thought from my head. I dug my fingers into his hair, trying to tug him away even as my back bowed into his magic touch. A whimper slipped past my lips, and I fully expected to expire on the spot. If I survived long enough to regain the use of my limbs and brain cells, I fully intended to exact a bit of my own sweet revenge. He lifted my head and a cocky, satisfied grin spread across my face. But the smoldering heat in his eyes belied the lighter lift of his lips. “I want to do more,” Stave said in a tight, gravelly voice, holding my gaze. “I want to kiss you from head to toe. Taste every inch of your skin, then come back for seconds.” He crawled up a few inches until our eyes and mouths and naughty parts aligned. Threading one hand through the hair at my temple, he reached past me and grabbed the box of condoms, struggling to open it one-handed. “I want to,” he repeated, “but I can’t. I don’t have that much self-control.” When he had a single square packet free, he tore the end off with his teeth and spat the plastic aside. It took him less than a second to sheath himself and settle more fully between my legs, which I had wrapped loosely around his hips. Stave took my mouth, speaking between wet, breath-stealing kisses. “Later, all right? I’ll lick you all over later. I promise.” With one smooth, powerful motion, he was inside me, stretching me, filling me, setting my nerve endings on fire. Air hissed through his clenched teeth as he held himself perfectly still above me, the muscles in his throat roped and taut. I knew he was waiting for me, giving my time to adjust to his invasion, the size and hardness of his impressive length. But I didn’t need time. I only needed him. From the moment he’d entered me, everything about this encounter had felt right. And now all I wanted was for him to move, to fill me even more fully and send my flying over the abyss that hovered just out of reach. Twining my arms around his neck to match the twist of my legs at his hips, I drew him closer. “Don’t stop now,” I whispered a split second before our mouths met. He groaned the sound vibrating against my lips, through my torso and limbs and into my soul. His hands tightened on my waist, lifting me slightly as he pulled back. I started to whimper at the friction he created and the sudden loss of his heat, but before the noise could work its way up from my diaphragm, he thrust forward again.
Slowly, methodically, he moved in and out. Smooth motions at first, then building in speed and intensity. My breathing increased, my lungs contracting to absorb less and less oxygen with each breath. I raised my legs higher, gripping him about the waist, doing everything I could to pull him deeper. It wasn’t enough. Stave was pounding into me now, his fingers digging into the flesh of my buttocks, but still I wanted more. I wanted harder, faster, stronger… More, more, more.
Even as I thought it, the words tumbled from my lips. Broken and disjointed, but directly into Stave’s ear. He heard, agreed, obeyed, took me higher and faster until I was gasping. My body strained for him, strained for release. And then it hit with the impact of a bullet, making me cry out and claw at his back with my nails. My inner muscles spasmed around him, and I moaned in wonder as he took me climbing again. The second climax was as strong as the first, rocking my self to my very core. And this time, he came with me, grinding his mouth to me as he pumped one last time, and then went rigid above me. For several long minutes, we lay there, tangled and still, our ragged breathing the only sound in the otherwise silent room. I couldn’t move, my bones weak, I was nonexistent. I never ever experienced an orgasm even close to that in my adult life, not to mention the level of sensuality, passion, eroticism and intensity Stave had shown me.
I’d ever suspected sex with Stave would be half as satisfying as what we’d just done. With a reluctant groan, Stave rolled aside. The air in the room washed over my naked, damp body, making me shiver. But a second later, Stave’d pulled back the bedspread and was dragging me toward the headboard. Stave tucked me under the covers, propped a pillow beneath my head and then slipped an arm around my shoulders and hugged me close. “They were my hubby’s idea.” The words popped out without conscious thought. “What was?” “The panties. My hubby always tells me that It would be very sexy If I do not wear any, and see you are also appreciating this.” His grin turned even more wicked, “Your husband is right. He winked at me and said Remind me to send him a thank-you note when we get back. And maybe a pay raise. Go to sleep now,” Stave whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. This was somewhat lacking, but I was too tired and too satisfied to care. Curling into him, I closed my eyes and let my self drift off, vaguely aware of the smile stretched across my face. I felt desired, desirable and glad to be alive. And grateful to Stave for showing me how lovemaking could be. I had been wildly unfaithful to my husband but incredibly, I did not feel guilty. I didn't feel I was doing any wrong to my husband. I returned home from that trip very confused, yet elated. After that incident we went on to have sex in my office, his office, his house, and my house. Each time we made love it was so intense we lost track of time, it seemed to go away. Words can't even describe how my whole body tingled from his devouring of me. He touched my soul. I had the feeling of oneness with him that I had never felt before. I dreamed about him and daydreamed about the moments we spent together. (END OF PART 1)

Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 04:00 PM

CONFESSION OF AN UNFAITHFUL HOUSEWIFE (LAST PART)

I want to describe one of our adventures in details. That day my elder son Jeff was hospitalized for an appendix operation. His appendix was infected somehow and doctors suggested for an urgent operation. Doctors warned us because of the intensity of the infection it was not possible for them to tell how his condition will be after the operation. We were all very tensed and waiting in the lobby of the hospital. My husband took my hand in his hand and we were silently praying to god for the betterment of my son Jeff. My 12 years old daughter was also crying for his brother and her grandmother was trying to make her calm. The situation was much tensed and we were all waiting for the doctors to come out from the operation chamber. Certainly my cell phone rang. It was Stave, he asked me about the situation and I said we were all waiting outside in the lobby, jeff’s operation was just started. He asked me not to be tensed and keep faith on the god. Every thing will be ok. He also told me to call him if anything needed. After an hour the doctors came out from the operation chamber. We got information from the reception that his operation was successful and over but next 3 hours will be very critical for him. So we decided to wait for another three hours. My cell phone rang again and again it was Stave. He said he was waiting for me in his van in the basement car parking area of the hospital. I was thinking that should I meet him or not in this critical situation. But Stave requested me to meet him, at least for few minutes, so that I can relax a bit. I told my husband and my daughter that I need some fresh air. If any thing happens please call me in my cell phone. I knew that if I went to his car, we were going to have sex again without bothering about the critical situation of my son. I tried hard not to go. But I could not. As soon as I decided to meet him, it made me feel terribly excited as well as relaxed. As soon as I entered in his van parked in the very quiet basement car parking area of the hospital, Stave took my face in his hands and kissed my lips ever so gently I thought I'd melt. I was so startled, like a teenager who had been kissed for the first time on her first date. My heart was racing. I didn't know what to do. I came undone. How could it be that I could feel this way about this man while my own son lying in the bed of the observation room of the hospital. After a pause he again kissed me, this time fiercely, almost savagely. I found myself responding in the same way. One of his hands was locked in my head, holding my head back. The other hand gripped my body tightly. The thought flitted across my mind that I must stop the madness right now, I am not in the situation to enjoy a sexual intercourse while my own son lying in a critical condition. But intense, irresistible desire surged through my body and I clutched him as if I was drowning. Stave lowered me onto the seat, his mouth never leaving mine for an instant. After kissing me until our mouths began to ache, Stave disentangled himself from the embrace and then gently arranged my body so that my arms were thrown back in abandonment behind my head, and my legs were spread as wide apart as the limited seat space allowed it. For a moment I moved to stop him. It was too personal, too soon. But then with an involuntary groan, I gave in. My head was spinning, I couldn't breathe. It seemed that he knew without any words being exchanged how my body was reacting. Then he supported himself up on his elbows and slowly eased his enormous cock inside me. Again we were kissing wildly, biting, thrusting with our tongues. I felt a new wave of desire sweep through my body. I could feel every fiber of his enormous cock inside me, thrusting until I thought I could take no more, then withdrawing until I begged him to return. His hands were molesting my breasts very badly, and his mouth was on my nipples, teasing, driving up and up in a crescendo. Within a few minutes he started pumping my pussy with his enormous rock solid cock. I forgot everything about my son’s critical condition as he humped me. I was in my seventh heaven. After humping me for at least 10 minutes he started giving some violent jerks and we shouted together enjoying the unbearable pleasures of our release. This was how lovemaking could really be like. And should be like. Not the routine, rather predictable sex I had grown accustomed to in my marriage. But the wild, abandoned feeling of two people giving each other so much pleasure that at times it felt almost unbearable in its intensity. It took us a long time to catch our breath. Afterwards we lay clinging together, unable to speak. Stave raised himself on an elbow. On the cleft of my breast there was a bead of perspiration and gently he ran his hands over it and then over my breasts. “You are beautiful” he said, kissing them, kissing me. I came back to my senses when my cell phone rang again and my husband asked me to come back after informing me that doctors just told them that our son is out of danger now. I came back to the lobby being very relaxed. Stave gave me that yearning of love and fulfilled that childhood wish that all women have. To meet the man of our dreams and I felt in my heart that he definitely was the one. From my first sight of him there had been such magic that it made me weak. I still don't know what it is that keeps me attracted to him after all this time. I know everyone will think that I am wrong but how can something that feels so right be so wrong? Love for my husband and my family, I told myself, had nothing to do with it. (end)

Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 04:00 PM

MAKING BABIES WITH AN OUTSIDER

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My name is Sagar and I have a wonderful wife. Suhasini and I have been trying to have a child, but every month she is right on time with her period. Our doctor has tested my sperm and thinks it is my problem. He has suggested we consider a sperm bank if we want to have children. We are seriously considering that, but we want to keep trying for awhile longer. My office friend, Nitu, and her husband, Nikhilesh , visit us often with their two children. The children are old enough to be tearing around the house while we visit. We don’t mind the noise because we like watching them play and, at the same time, wishing we had at least one of our own. Nitu and his usband sympathize with us and suggest we go ahead to use the sperm bank. Nitu often talks about Nikhilesh’s potent sperm and that she has to be very careful to be sure and take her birth control pills on time. They don’t want any more children right now. One day while Netu and Nikhilesh were visiting us, Nitu made a joking statement that we could use him as a stud and wouldn’t charge anything. He would gladly do it for free. We all laughed and ribbed him for being so eager to plant his seed in Suhasini. That made me start to think Nikhilesh is a nice healthy guy. Would that be better than going to a sperm bank? I dismissed the thought as a wild idea. Later that night while I was having sex with Suhasini, I was thinking about making a comment. We should use Nikhilesh’s sperm to get her pregnant. He could go to a doctor, jack off, then the doctor could implant his sperm. Or, he could put his cock in Suhasini to cum in her. I assumed Suhasini and Nitu would veto that last method. Also, I’m not sure I would want Nikhilesh to fuck my wife. I softly commented to Suhasini, “I don’t know if you’ve thought about it, but Nikhilesh is a good healthy person. We could use his sperm to get you pregnant.” “I’ve thought a little about that, too. But would you want him to implant his seed in me? You know, I was a virgin when we married and you’re the only one I’ve had for sex.” I hesitated to respond. Evidently she is thinking that is the only way to get his sperm. I said, “It would all be in secrets because they are very close to us. No one would ever know except the four of us. Do you think Nitu would let her husband have sex with you? I know Nitu well enough to know she would not agree. She does not seem very possessive of her husband and she is very broad minded too”. “How would you feel, dear husband.” “Oh, I can put up with it for us to have a healthy baby.” I was getting so turned on thinking about my sexy wife being fucking by another man that I immediately started cuming in her. When my breathing came back to normal and I relaxed, she said, “Did that turn you on? I mean when we were talking about my Nikhilesh having sex with me.” I was embarrassed and commented, “I don’t know.” I knew that was a lie. I did get really turned on thinking about Nikhilesh’s cock going back and forth, then spewing cum in her. Nothing more was said about it until the following weekend. We were visiting Nikhilesh and Nitu. Suhasini was playing with the two children when she said, “I want a baby. Somehow I’m going to get pregnant.” Nikhilesh joking said, “So you want a baby. I have the sperm. I’d be happy to give it to you, now or later.” Netu gave her husband dirty look. Suhasini then laughed, “OK, that’s a deal.” She looked at me to get my reaction. Suhasini continued in a joking voice, “That might turn my husband on if we went into the bedroom together.” Suhasini then became more serious, “I’ll do most anything to get impregnated from a healthy guy like you. That is, if my husband and your wife won’t get jealous. Suddenly, everyone became more serious because they thought Suhasini really meant it. Suhasini continued, “No one would ever know except the four of us. I could have a healthy baby and, as far as anyone else knows, Sagar would be the father. There seemed to be a dead silence. I looked around at the others to see them in thought. I broke the silence, “I would go along with it if every one else would agree.” Nitu said, “Sagar, are you sure you want Nikhilesh to get in bed with your wife?” “We want a baby so much that I’m all for it.” Suhasini then looked at Nikhilesh, “I’m ready.” Suhasini walked over to kiss me. “I’ll be back in a little while.” She then turned to Nikhilesh, “Come on with me.” Nikhilesh looked at Nitu, got up and followed Suhasini down the hall into the bedroom. Sagar watched his wife walking away to be fucked by another man. Sagar and Nitu looked at each other as if they didn’t believe it was happening. It all happened with just a few minutes of discussion. Sagar faced Nitu and said, “What do they expect us to do, just idly sit here while they are getting naked in the bedroom?” “I guess so. Let’s talk about something to get our minds off of what is happening.” They sat and tried to make small talk, but they couldn’t think of much to say. Their minds were on the activities they assumed were going on in the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Suhasini took the initiative. She put her arms around Nikhilesh’s neck and kissed him lightly at first, then he held her tight and they kissed deeply. As their tongues met, he hugged her more tightly. He commented, “Our kisses have always been friendly pecks on the lips, but that kiss really was good.” They kissed some more as they slowly undressed. He sat down on the bed so she could pull his pants off to expose a very hard erection. It was a rare experience for her to see a cock other than her husbands. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic waist band of her panties to pull them down. She thought she would be embarrassed to be standing naked in front of him, but she felt reasonably at ease. He seemed to be mesmerized to see her shapely body with her full breasts pointed at his head. She thought about taking his cock in her mouth, but realized the reason she was in the bedroom with him was to get pregnant. Before she knew what was happening, he had her sit on the edge of the bed while he was standing in front of her. His cock was on the level with her mouth as he edged forward allowing his cock to touch her face. She opened her mouth as he pushed the head in. She cupped his balls while he made slow back and forth movements. She pushed him back a little to be able to speak. “Let’s get on the bed and put this big thing in me.” She could see he was very aroused and ready. She laid on her back, opened her legs allowing him to mount her. His cock was probing for her hole. She took his cock in one hand to give it direction. He moaned as he penetrated her completely on the first stroke. His cock pulled back and plunged again. Their bodies began to move together to relish the sexual ecstasy. He was so excited to be fucking his wife’s friend that he could not hold back. She was encouraging him to flood her womb and was not concerned about having an orgasm for herself. A few moments later he gave a final plunge and loudly moaned at he shot the cum she so much wanted in her body. His sexual convulsions were so dynamic and prolonged that she had an orgasm, too. He laid on top of her while both of them were gasping for breath. He started to roll off of her, but she said, “Keep it in me for a little while. Remember, I want to get pregnant.” When his cock became rather small and she couldn’t feel it, he rolled off to lie beside her. When he regained his breath and strength, he said, “That was wonderful, maybe we should rest a few minutes until I get hard again for more.” “No, I think we should go back in the living room now. Doing it a second time right now probably won’t help in getting me pregnant. It would probably be better if you came back in a couple of days to try again.” Sagar and his office friend, Nitu, were in the living room trying to carry on a conversation. Sagar glanced at his watch to note their spouses had been in the bedroom for about a half hour. Why was Nikhilesh taking so long to fill her with sperm? They weren’t supposed to be enjoying themselves. He was supposed to get her pregnant. Sagar and Nitu were still sitting in the living room when their spouses emerged from the bedroom fully dressed. Sagar thought they looked well satisfied.
Sagar spoke first, “Well, how did it go?” Suhasini responded, “Successful for the first try.”
Then Nikhilesh pipped up, “And it was even fun.” Nitu gave him a dirty look again and said “It wasn’t supposed to be fun.” Sagar added, “Let them have their fun if it is going to get her pregnant.”
Suhasini had brought a towel with her to sit on as she sat down beside Sagar. She leaned into him for a lingering kiss. “Maybe you will be a daddy someday.” The two couples talked about getting together again. It was going to be another three weeks before Suhasini’s period was due. Nikhilesh would have plenty of time to try to impregnate her again. Suhasini invited Nikhilesh and Nitu to come over again soon. Bring the kids because they could play in the basement while the adult activities were going on.
Two evenings later Nikhilesh and Nitu arrived for the visit. They sat for a glass of cold drinks to talk about everything except for the one thing they knew would happen. Suhasini looked admiringly at the children as they played. “I’m going to have one of those in about nine months from now.” Suhasini got up to tug Nikhilesh to his feet, “OK, big boy, let’s go.” She looked at Nitu, “Why don’t you take the children to the basement where there is plenty of room for them to play.” Suhasini and Nikhilesh stood hand in hand until the children had disappeared with Nitu. Sagar wistfully watched his wife lead Nikhilesh down the hall and disappear through the bedroom door. He knew she was going to get her pussy full of cum again. Nikhilesh took Suhasini in his arms to kiss her deeply. She could feel his hardness rubbing against her body. He mentioned that last time they hurried too much. He suggested that as long as they were going to have sex, it should be enjoyable to both of them. Don’t hurry, but have more foreplay. She agreed. They slowly undressed together. When her bra was removed, he nuzzled her breasts, then kissed them. She realized she could enjoy his caresses much more than she thought. He kissed her stomach, positioned her to sit on the edge of the bed, then got down on his knees to bury his face at her crotch. He licked up and down her slit. She laid back on the bed, spread her legs allowing him all the room he needed to kiss between her crotch all the way from the crease in her ass to her clit. She was starting to moan a little and ...encouraged him to continue kissing and licking. They moved up on the bed where she took his cock in her mouth. She pulled back off his cock once to say, “I wonder what Nitu and Sagar are going to think if we take a long time before we are through.” “Right now, I’m not thinking about that. I’m enjoying my time here with you too much. You are a very sexy beautiful girl.” Nitu had returned from the basement to join Sagar in the living room. They sat silent listening for any noises coming from the bedroom. Finally Sagar said, “They must be taking their time. I don’t hear any loud moaning, groaning or yelling.” “Yes, I think they are in there enjoying themselves while we sit here twiddling our thumbs. What do you think we should do?”
After one hour she hesitated as if listening for other noises, then commented, “I haven’t heard anything from the other bedroom. Do you think they have finished.” In the meantime in the bedroom, Nikhilesh and Suhasini had been leisurely having sex. He had flooded her pussy with cum one time. They decided to relax for a while, then have more sex. She took his cock in her mouth to get it hard again. She kissed his balls while thinking this is where the sperm is coming from that is going to get me pregnant. Nikhilesh then mounted her doggie style and proceeded to slowly fuck her.
Suhasini said, “I’m wondering if our mates are getting bored sitting in the living room while we are having our fun.” “Let them wait, I’m going to enjoy this for a long time. I could spend all night with you and not get worn out.” Sagar commented, “Nikhilesh and Suhasini must really be enjoying their time together. They are in there to get her pregnant, but I suspect they are staying longer because they are having a good time. That’s alright, we had a wonderful time.” Nitu and her office friend were just getting settled with some cold drinks in the living room when their mates came out of the master bedroom to enter the living room. Sagar was the first to speak, “Well, do you think you are pregnant yet? Since it took you so long, you two must have been enjoying yourselves.” Nikhilesh spoke, “I wanted to make sure I gave her enough sperm so we stayed longer. I only wanted to get her pregnant.”
Both Sagar and Nitu knew that was a big fib, but let it go by. Nikhilesh walked over to Nitu to sit by her. They hugged and kissed. Suhasini sat by Sagar who was more than happy to hug and kiss his own wife. Nitu served coffee while they all sat and talked about their future when Suhasini would hopefully have a baby. Time went by without the two couples getting together again. Suhasini missed her period. She went to the doctor who informed her that she was pregnant. She was elated. The two couples continued to visit each other but refrained from sex. There were too many family members around and Suhasini didn’t want to chance getting caught. She didn’t want anyone else to know she was pregnant by her husband’s friend. One day when Suhasini was several months along and her belly was rather big, Nikhilesh came visiting her without his wife and children. Sagar was not there, that night he was out of station with his office tour. Nikhilesh said, “You know, I think pregnant women are very sexy. When Nitu was pregnant, I enjoyed so much to see her naked. I could get a big erection just looking at her.” Suhasini was sitting on the couch and looked at Nikhilesh, “If you would like to, you can rub your hand on our baby.” Nikhilesh walked over to her, slowly put his hand on her belly to softly rub her through her clothes. “Ooooohhh. That feels so good. It would be much better if I could feel and see your stretched skin.” Suhasini said, “Go ahead, it’s alright with me, pull my dress up and feel.”
Suhasini responded, “I still have other clothes on under my dress. Let me go into the bedroom and removed them. I’ll be right back.” Nikhilesh helped Suhasini stand up, then watched as she walked down the hall to the master bedroom. When she came back, Nikhilesh noticed she was wearing a robe that was buttoned the full length down the front. She sat down on the couch and proceeded to undo all buttons. She was completely naked underneath the robe. Nikhilesh notice her full breasts were exposed along with seeing her bush at her crotch. Her belly was very big. Nikhilesh exclaimed, “Oh, that is so beautiful, and sexy if I might add. I want to feel you and maybe feel the child move.” Nikhilesh got down on his knees in front of her and he let his hands move over her stretched skin. He said, “You are so sexy, my cock is about to explode. You turn me on so much.” Nikhilesh leaned forward to suck on a nipple while his hands roamed over her belly. His hands went lower to her bush as if he was attempting to feel her pussy. Nikhilesh stammered, “Suhasini, it would be so wonderful if you would......”. His voice trailed off, but Suhasini knew what he was hinting about. Suhasini said yes Nitu told me that when she was pregnant, you used to fuck her as much as you could. I don’t know if Sagar would approve what you want now.” Nikhilesh said yes…may be but he is not here and I know you also want it as much as I want it. Suhasini didn’t say anything but savored his hands roaming her body. This man was the father of her baby. Then suddenly Suhasini said , “ OK Go ahead, it’s alright with me.” Suhasini spread her legs and scooted her butt to the front of the couch. Nikhilesh quickly dropped his jeans and shorts letting his very hard erection pop out. He got down on his knees and guided his erection to her pussy. He rubbed the head up and down her slit to mix his pre cum with her juices. He was able to get the head started in, but she was not very wet. He pulled back, moved his mouth down to kiss and lick her pussy. With his saliva now mixing with other juices, he pushed his tongue in her hole to lubricate her. Then when he again aimed his cock at her pussy, he was able to work it all the way in. He nuzzled her enlarged breasts with his nose, took each nipple in his mouth while his cock was going back and forth. When he was about to cum, he yelled, “I’m going to cum and cover you with it.” Suhasini heard him loudly groan as he shot the first spurt in her pussy. He quickly pulled out to let the rest of his cum spew all over her belly as he continued to jack his cock. Suhasini took both hands and rubbed cum all over her stretched skin. As he was coming down from his high, Suhasini said, “That’s what you used to do when Nitu was pregnant na?. I suspected all along Suhasini also wanted to do it with Nikhilesh.” That night when Nikhilesh was returning back to his home Suhasini said I think we should do it again and again whenever it is and possible for us. I will call you next time when Sagar will be out of station with his office tour. Nikhilesh was very very happy listing this.

Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 04:01 PM

MY MOM LEFT US FOR A 14 INCH COCK

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Hi! Everybody this is Soumen and I live in an apartment in Jadavpure in kolkata. I want to share one of my experiences with all of u. so let me start, my family consists of my father, my mom and me. My father is a marketing manager of a reputed MNC company. He stays at home only for 3-4 days a week due to his routine office tour in remote places of East India. He stays home mainly on weekends and my mom is a housewife. She is 42, height 5-”6” and weighs 62 kgs. My mom is fair complexion, long hair, big boobs and round ass as both of them are juicy where anyone can rate my mom as 38-32-40. 40 indicate my mom’s ass so I think anyone can imagine it. My mom is mad about sarees, she usually wears all kinds of sarees like crape, Georgette ,silk, designer and rarely net sarees and looks modern and even sexy too. I have never seen my mom wearing other dresses like salwar kameez and chudnedars or jeans where she would look more modern and sexier. I used to think my mom is a strict traditional woman but now I have changed my mind.
That time we were living in a third floor apartment of multistoried residential building and the opposite flat of ours was vacated by our neighbors as the flat was sold to Mr. Srinivasan(44, 5-‘’10’’) an NRI civil engineer. He is also a fair complexion man used to live in u.s.a and he is a civil engineer too, he had come back to India for one of his important office projcts. On the first day when he had entered the flat 1st time which he had owned, he came to our flat and introduced himself to us. He had chatted 15 min with my father and asked about my studies. My mom gave him coffee to drink and he went to his flat after drinking it. My mom never talked to him even though he stays opposite to us but used to give a small smile when she sees him and used to be in her limits. One day me and my mom attended a marriage reception function, my dad was not there and went to Mumbai for a business deal. My mom wore a nice black designer work saree it was shining because of the work done on the saree her belly and blouse were seen clearly her boobs shape was big and she had a perfect structure in the saree. The jewelry also added beauty to her. So it was 11.00 at night and we didn’t get a single auto to reach our home. A car came near us and Srinivasan uncle was in it. He was coming from somewhere and on the way he saw us looking for an auto, he invited us into the car and my mom said “no problem we will come in an auto”. Uncle said he too was going home and he will take us. But after telling NO for 3 times we finally sat in the car and he started driving it. He asked my mother about my father and she told he went to Mumbai and will return in 3 days and he also cracked some jokes and finally we reached our apartment. We three reached our floor in the same lift and my mom and Srinivasan uncle were standing close to each other & talking. Finally we thanked him for giving us lift and he replied its ok and its not safe standing there at late hours wearing jewelry, he also complimented my mom that she is looking beautiful in that black saree. She also took it in a positive way and thanked him. We went inside our respective houses and mom praised him that she liked his way of talking and he is a nice guy and we got to sleep as we were tired and I have to attend my college in the morning. So that’s the turning point in my mom’s life. She used to praise him in front of me and slowly started talking to him regularly. On the next Diwali day all the people in our apartment came down to enjoy fire crackers. We also went down to enjoy fire crackers. On that day my mom wore a cream and pink cross work saree which also had work on it. Srinivasan uncle greeted us by giving a hand shake and I was shocked that my mom made shake hand with him. She never shakes hand with any man and been humble always. My dad didn’t noticed but I noticed my mom talking to him and laughing. At one stage she gave him a gentle push with her hand and I was shocked again. I thought something is going wrong and again I went into diwali mood and fired crackers and forgot it.
On one Sunday my dad was not at home, he was on an office tour in Assam. My mom decided to go to shopping and on the same day she had cooked chicken deliciously, she went to Srinivasan uncle’s house with some curry and gave it to him. He thanked my mom and asked her about my dad then she told he went to Assam on an office tour. In the conversation he said that he was going for shopping then my mom replied even she was also going for shopping. Then he replied to my mom that shall we both do the shopping. My mom hesitated at first but said ok to go along with him. On that day she wore a blue colored silk saree with a nice design and we went to shopping, we first went to the landmark mall and were doing shopping. My mom’s ass was moving sexily inside her saree and it’s always a cute one. Srinivasan said he would like to take jeans pants and we entered the stall. There he told us that coming Sunday is his birthday and wanted to take a new dress. I went aside and watching some T-shirts and observing them from a distance. He took a jeans and a T-shirt my mom also helped him in selection. He asked my mom to take a jeans and a sleeveless T-shirts for her, she laughed for it and said not now but definitely later and promised him that she will not disappoint him. So we completed our shopping and entered into the lift , many people entered at once and it was almost tightly packed, my mom and uncle were touching each other and shocking thing was her boobs got pressed by his shoulders but she didn’t resisted it till we reached the ground floor. I asked my mom to get me a Harry potter new book and we went to a book stall and got it from there. Srinivasan uncle took us to an ice-cream parlor and we had milk shakes by the way he told us about his family in US and he got divorced with his wife in US. He also had a 14 year old daughter staying with his divorced wife and bla… bla….We then reached our home. I went straight to sleep because I was very tired. At around 2 –o-clocks in the night I went to our bathroom to pee. When I was returning from the bathroom I saw some light was coming from my mom’s bedroom. I thought mom forgot to switch off the light before going to sleep because she was tired also. I thought I will switch off the light. So I entered in to her bedroom. Mom was sleeping lightly in her bed. She was wearing a skimpy little teddy with no panties on. I had never seen that outfit before. She looked great in it. The light from the tube light showed across her legs and stomach. Her legs were spread open and I peered down at her pussy. Her cunt was gaping wide open and cum was all over her face, breasts, stomach, pussy and legs. Her hairless cunt lips were engorged and glowing red. Her nipples thrust out like pencil top erasers. Even her clit was standing at attention. I was completely shocked. Some one fucked her really hard. I could easily understand from the amount of come was splattered all over her, that she was well fucked by some one for at least 3-4 times. I suspected that she was giving him oral sex too. Because I noticed drops of cum on her chin and cheeks also. I was totally confused and shocked so I quietly came back to my room. Eventually I fell asleep on the bed trying to figure out about the incident. When I woke up the next morning, Mom was in the shower. I went college then but all the time I was thinking about my mom’s secret love affair. I returned from the college early. I rang our door bell and was completely shocked to see that Srinivasan uncle opened our door.
He told me to keep quiet. He closed my eyes and taken me inside then he opened my eyes and showed me my mom. She was wearing tight jeans where she had an awesome shape. She was wearing a sleeveless T-Shirt also where her breasts looked big when compared to saree& blouse. Srinivasan Uncle was taking photos of her in different styles and dresses. So yesterday Srinivasan uncle did purchased those outfits for mom. Then he showed the photos he took with my mom in salwaar and jeans. He took very awesome photos of my mom in his digital camera and my mom looks crazy and sexy in them, he also took photos of my mom’s ass in jeans. I got very surprised by seeing those photos. Later we went to mom’s bedroom and started chatting. After 20 minutes of chatting Srinivasan uncle whispered something to my mom’s ear. Then my mom told me to leave from her bedroom and asked me to watch tv. She also told me to take some food from our kitchen. When I saw that she was going to shut her bedroom door, I asked, why are you shutting the door? Mom blushed and said you naughty boy you are in college now, you should understand why two mature man and woman closed their door. I was a fool but now I could understand everything. I hard some yell and some groaning sound from the bedroom while I was taking my food. I was in my bedroom when after 30 minutes Srinivasan uncle left and my Mom went straight to bathroom. Suddenly I hard that mom was asking for some thing from the bathroom. I could not understand the thing she was asking. So I went near the bathroom. Its door was totally open. So I entered there to ask her what she was looking for. I was stunned when I saw her standing totally naked in front of the bathroom mirror. Her huge breasts were cupped in her both hands and she was trying to find something in her nipples. Well I figured out she was trying to find some bite marks near her nipples. I turned back quickly and asked her what she was looking for. She asked me to bring her razor from the upper drawer from her dressing table. When I returned in the bathroom to deliver the razor I was again surprised to saw that she was still standing naked. I never saw her totally nude before and she was not even bothering my presence also. She was totally shameless like a hooker. Now she was checking her pussy lips minutely for something. I wanted to tease her a little bit so I asked her is there any problem in your pussy. I mean your pussy hole is looking quite big. It looks like a cave. She answered no no its ok. When anyone takes a 14 inch cock 2-3 times within a few hours, pussy hole gets stretched like this. It’s quite normal. After handing over the razor while I was coming out from the bathroom she told me “Barun listen. I turned to her. She came near me slowly bouncing her beg breasts and kept her both hands to my solder. I want to tell you something important she said in a hasky voice.Probably you are going to have a new father within a few months.” I said I could not understand what you are saying. She said I will discuss about it in details with you later. Actually I am moving to Srinivasan’s apartment from the next month. I said but my dad…… She said well….I think.. I will have to dump him.............. aaaaaa…..I mean I am decided to divorce him and marry your Srinivasan Uncle. After my mom married Srinivasan uncle and moved with him in his apartment, my father quit his job and took a new job in Delhi. Presently I stay alone in my father’s apartment. Not alone actually........ my mom stays in Srinivasan Uncle’s apartment next to ours. She comes to visit me when I need something. But now she is very busy with her new family.

Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 04:02 PM

HOW MY MOM BECAME MY FRIEND

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This happened when I was in class 8. We were going to attend a marriage ceremony of one of my mom’s friend in ‘Champak Nagar’ village. My father could not go with us because he was in an office tour in south India. It was evening time and the bus was scheduled to reach around seven. Mom said her friend told her that someone would be waiting to pick us in the bus stoppage. Mom told the conductor to wake us up on reaching Champak Nagar. The bus was totally packed up. I told mom that I am feeling uneasy inside the bus. Mom told me to lie on her lap and take a nap and so did she. But that nap changed our lives. The conductor forgot to call us at our place. It was around 7. 30 that mom woke and asked if the place was near to receive an apologetic reply that the place was behind.

Mom got angry and shouted at him saying that she was alone and in this night what was she to do The conductor told her that it was all right and said would drop her at a bus stop where she could take a bus back to her stop which was only 3 stops away She agreed with no other way and we got down at Palongorh. It was only 8.30 pm but the streets felt like already 10. 00 P.M. Because like most north Indian villages, here also, no women goes out after seven. We stood there waiting for some time then an old man (around 60) approached us and mom had great respect for the old. She greeted him as he asked where we off to. When she said Champak Nagar, he replied that the last bus had just gone. Mom was getting tensed. He told us there is only one way to reach there - take an auto. Mom looked to the auto stand and saw that they were all youngsters and she expressed her fear of traveling alone in an auto. The old man said we don’t have any other options to reach Champak Nagar. He called to an auto and the old man entered first then me followed by mom. The old man got down from the auto in his stop within 5 minutes. Now mom and me were alone in the auto.

Then at a near by junction one short man (around 45)was waving his hands The auto stopped "what’s up man " the auto driver asked "can u please give me a lift to Champak Nagar, the last bus just left" the driver looked at mom she agreed and moved. The man said thank u and sat near mom and we moved on. After some time the short man started asking questions to mom like from which city we were coming, why we are going to Champak Nagar etc. He then took a cigar and lit it.

As he lit it I saw mom pulling back. I thought it was probably of the thick smoke but then I saw her blushing and turning red. It was then I saw as he dragged in smoke and released his elbow, which would touch her breast. She moved back till there was no more space. Suddenly the auto stopped again and I saw a young man entering, mom began to protest but the short man said to her this is normal here since after the last bus the only vehicle here is auto which seldom arrives. “But there is no space” mom said. He said “yes there is” and he lifted me to her lap and said please adjust. Mom did not say anything but moved so the young man could enter. The short man massaged my back and smiled at me but actually he was rubbing mom’s breast with his back of hand. Every body thought I could not see but (Indians know how these Indian autos are - covered with mirrors and fancy things especially in a village)

This auto had 3 mirrors so I could see all. I saw the shock on my mom’s face. She never expected this from the men." What are you doing " I heard her ask and heard a great laughter when the young man said "This too is normal here" suddenly the young man took her hand and pulled it upward. Behind the seat there was a small rope knotted in hangman’s style, into which they put her hand inside and tighten it She struggled hard as he took her other hand to do the same. Her hand tied above she could do nothing I watched as the short man with his shaky hands removed the green pallu of mom’s saree and began to open her green blouse. Her breasts seemed suffocating in the green bra which they teased to open. Her breasts jumped off like 2 balloons.

They pressed her breast and nibbled her nipples, which rose to the occasion and thrust out. The Auto driver tried to protest but when the young man took out one pistol from his pocket, the auto driver ran out leaving his auto in the road side. The auto now stopped to the side and I was pushed out. The place was very quiet and was surrounded by some tall trees. The young man sat on her lap facing her and started pressing her breasts, then slowly slid to her navel then slowly undid her saree. She was now in her white petticoat which they pulled off to reveal her in her black panties. He pushed open her legs and kissed her pussy and then began to nibble her. Then he slowly turned her around her ass. After that he slowly removed her panties. I watched as the first line of her split began to emerge. The young man said “if I see you are protesting or screaming I will shoot your son in his head. He then started to suck her pussy. He used her hot tongue to taste every part of mom’s pussy. Then he inserted his finger and pushed around. Mom began to twist. She closed her leg and began to cry in fear. He then turned her around and those 2 men went to her either sides and started pulling her leg to each side holding it tightly. Now she was spread eagled and her pussy was split open. This time the short man began to lick it slowly as if to tease her. Then he began to suck her hard with some ‘chuk’ ‘chuk’ sound.

After which he opened his pants and took out his large dick and inserted it in to her pussy. She screamed out loud. He held her breast and started fucking her real hard. I saw him tighten his grip and slowly fell on her after 10 minutes of hard pounding. Then suddenly he got up and thrust his rod to her mouth and made her lick and suck his thick milk. Then they removed off the rope and pushed her off from the auto. She fell on the road. Then thinking it was over she asked her clothes back and they laughed and advanced towards her. I saw the terror in her eyes as she saw them coming near. She tried to run but they pulled her down. The Young man turned her on her tummy and watched her back greedily and then kneeling down opened her ass. Then he started to lick her ass hole. This was the time when mom started to have some real pleasure. I sat on the road in front of her. I was really surprised seeing her giving some muffed sound in pleasure. The young man continued sucking her ass hole for more than 10 minutes. In between his sucking, he was some time entering her tongue in to her hole. It was very hard for mom to bear the enormous pleasure when his hot tongue was entering and fucking her ass hole. Mom took my hand in her hand and every time when she was giving pressure in my hand I knew she was enjoying enormous pleasuring sensation in her shit hole. The young then pulled his thick dick from his underwear and after stroking it for few seconds; he pushed it deep inside her virgin ass. First she screamed. The young man continued greedily then, without removing his rod pulled her on fours. He then started squeezing her breasts and fucked her like a wild animal. Mom was crying loudly in pleasure as the young man humped her madly. After 5 minutes he splashed his sperm all over her ass.

My now mom pulled herself to go when she was stopped by the young man "where r u going u have one more person to fuck "she looked around and said there’s no one else "How about your son?" Her face turned crimson, then realizing he was going to do it, she began to plead with him "NO! NO! NOT MY SON! HE IS SMALL! DON’T DO THIS TERRIBLE THING! FOR GODS SAKE I AM HIS MOTHER" but it all fell on deaf ears.

They were happy to see her struggle. I was pushed forward and told to strip my rod. It had risen seeing her naked. "So this is your son, but his rod doesn’t look so, it looks like your husbands" They laughed together. The short man said "and he is interested in his mom". My mom gave me a disgusted look (something like u too Brutus). They pulled my mom’s hair and forced her to suck my small penis which began to grow as soon as mom’s tongue touched it. I tried hard to stop the growing of my dick but it went on till it exploded in her mouth. "So your son can come in his mother’s mouth and enjoy. So why don’t u allow him to enjoy "the young man said. Then they pulled her and began to fuck her pussy again. I watched my mom sitting on his lap and riding as his cock rode on deeper and deeper till he came. Then the short man made her on her hands and leg. I was behind her and watched her pussy split open. The young boy signaled me to start. I was thinking what to do. They young boy then removed his gun again from his pocket. I understood and moved on behind mom. I slowly inserted my dick in to her pussy. First I started slowly then after 5 minutes of fucking I increased my speed. I herd mom’s cry. She was definitely getting pleasure, because I felt that now she was thrusting back in response of my thrust. Soon I also contributed to her pussy. They laughed and said in a serious tone "Kutiya any ideas on security officer and u wont return home" I trembled seeing the change, but as they all knew that days more than fear of life fear of shame led them to silence. We never told the incident to anyone. Later the auto driver came with some of his friends and with their help we reached Champak Nagar at 9:30 pm. I thought she will take revenge after reaching home. But she has not told me anything. After reaching home attending the marriage ceremony she started acting strange. She started changing her dresses in front of me shamelessly. She also started acting like a friend and not like a mother. She now even shares her extra martial affairs with me. Some times at night, when my father goes out of station, we hugged and kiss each other like lovers. I never tried to fuck her again nor did she try the same. We only enjoy kissing and fondling. Sometime she also shares details of her intimate sexual relationship with my father and her secret lover.

Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 04:03 PM

MY STEP-BROTHER FUCKING MY WIFE

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We are a typical Punjabi joint family. My wife is 27 years, 5.2'
height with 34C 28 36 figure. We have been married for more than 10 years now. I was 34 when their affair started. We have only one daughter and she was just 2 years old then.

I was working in a private company. My wife was a kind of shy and introvert person. Our sex life was normal with once a week sex. She was a kind of just lie back and enjoy. We ware very happy until I lost my left hand and one of my legs in a horrible car accident. After the accident I lost my job and not getting any other because my expertise was in the field of field marketing. No employer wants a marketing guy with one hand and one leg. At last my step brother told me to come to his office and do some paper work as I was spending all my time in my home and getting bored.

My elder step brother was in the medicine whole sell business. His business was running properly and his income was incising day by day. After I lost my job my brother was bearing the expenses of our entire family. I was totally dependant on him. He was a smart guy from the childhood. He was good in his studies too where as I was a last bench student all the time. He never gave me any importance because he always treat me like the foolest person on earth. He was better than me in every aspect of life except one thing my wife.

Everything was so normal when once at around 9 am I was having my breakfast. Suddenly I saw my wife signaling flying kisses to my brother from the kitchen. My brother is 4 years elder than me, married for more than 8 years with no kids. His wife recently left him and started living with her parents. However seeing this fly kiss I just pretended as though I know nothing and went to work as usual with lot of things running on my mind. I had mixed feeling of jealousy, hatred and aroused as well. I had to go to the toilet once to even masturbate just thinking that how my brother would be having sex with my wife - if ever they did. I finally made up my mind to remain silent and wait and watch how far this fling was going.

Things did not come into my notice even after my hardest of tries to catch them in action. Either they were too cautious or it was their luck.

But my friend Sunil’s wife Putul was my neighbor and my childhood friend. She was very frank in front of me as we ware friends and was one of my well-wishers. One day Putul came to my house and told me that my wife and my brother ware having an affair. She told me that she only knows some information but promised me that very soon she will take out all the information from my wife. She was my wife’s friend too and they generally used to go to cinema hall every week to watch movies. One day Putul again came to my house and told me everything she knew from my wife.

That night I asked my wife about this. First she tried to deny the fact but at last she broke her silence.

Hiding her face in her hands she told me that actually she had already fucked my brother and that they have been doing it regularly. Then later she told me the whole episode right from the day one how things brewed up. She told me every thing because she knew I could not do any harm to them because I am not only a handicap man but also totally dependant on my brother. May be she thought that was a good moment to confess because this kind of affair always come out. My wife disclosed to me that she had been fucking brother since a year now. My brother is very romantic kind of person and misses no chance to pass comments on my wife. He use to wear shorts and exercise in from to my wife, sings romantic songs and buy gifts for my wife.

Once he even gifted a golden necklace with locket shaped heart. My wife told me that she replaced mangalsutra with his necklace and wore it instead. I remember this and when I had asked her why she changed it she said that mangalsutra is too heavy and this she had bought to wear in the house. Soon she got more concerned about herself in the house - about her looks and dresses. She use to keep her hair dry and loose, wear lipstick and her dresses became low cuts once as she told me that my brother use to insist my wife to do so.
She started asking me to bring sexier flimsy bra and panties. So coming back to the story - she said that once when he was passing our room (I was not there) he called my wife from the window of our bedroom. My wife came closer to the window, he looked deep in my wife's eyes and told her that he loves her and even gave her a love letter describing how much he likes her. However, she had rebuffed his move saying that it's not proper to think like this as she is his younger brother's wife. She told me that he was too insisting and soon started making calls repeatedly telling her not to misunderstand him and that he finds her very beautiful and he loves her very much.

Once he even dared to hug my wife from behind while she was dressing up in our bedroom and kissed her on the neck while cupping her breasts. My wife head was spinning after this incident and she use to get wet just thinking about it. My wife started fantasizing about my brother and was slowly making up
her mind to get laid by him. Because after the accident I was not able to fulfilling her and she became very hungry from the inside also. She told me that she actually felt his cock on her ass when he hugged her from behind and got mesmerized by its dimensions.

Then after a week or so she wrote a letter tilling my brother that she also loves him and that she finds him very attractive and handsome. They would then smile at each other while crossing or even steal kisses whenever the opportunity came. My wife told me that my brother would never miss an opportunity to fondle her breasts or grab a handful
of her ass. Both were looking for an opportunity to find them alone so that they can fuck to their hearts content. Finally after couple of weeks when nobody was there in the house my brother came while my wife was in the kitchen. He went to the kitchen and hugged her tightly from behind and started pressing his cock over my wife's ass. Slowly he brought his hands up and cupped both the breasts of my wife. My wife gave in and turned her head and offered herself for a lip kiss. My bro wasted no time and kissed her lips softly at first then their tongues were exploring each others mouth. My wife was his cock on her ass and she out of sheer inquisitiveness brought her hand back and held my bros cock over his pants and gauged it proportions. She told me she was taken aback at its dimensions and was to mesmerize that she held it tightly in her fist for good amount of time. After sometime my brother bro held my wife by the wrist and led her to our bedroom. He made my wife lay on the bed on her back and then lying by her side both hugged each other tightly, moaning and saying I love you to each other. She told me that my bro was pressing her tits real softly and slowly while their groins were mashing against each other. After sometime they separated and looked into each other eyes and whispered I love you to each other. My wife told me that she felt like a teenager girl who has found her first love. Soon my brother started pulling her top and my wife was left in the bra. My bro cupped her tits and pressed slowly kissing whispering I love you to my wife all the time. While kissing his hands moved to the knot holding her pants and she was fiddling with my bros pants. Soon my bro did away with his pants and my wife held his cock in her hands weighing and rubbing all the time.

She told me that it was much bigger and thicker than mine. Upon asking she told me about 3 inches longer and 1.5 inches thicker. So, that makes 8" long and 3" thick. While my wife was playing with my brother cock he has inserted two fingers inside my wife's cunt which was overflowing with her ecstasy juices. My wife said she never felt so aroused earlier. She said that what ever they did during the course they never stopped kissing. After my bro had kissed my wife to his hearts content and had fondled her body completely he slowly lowered himself kissing her neck. His one hand had engulfed my wife's right breast while he brought his mouth to her left breast.

Very delicately he held my wife's left breast in his other hand and kissed the big brown nipple. My wife felt like she was in seventh heaven. After he has kissed its entire softness he took the nipple in his mouth and sucked it nice and hard yet very delicately. Then he changed his mouth to the right breast and kissed and sucked it too. In between these sucks he would lower his hand to my wife's cunt and insert a finger or two and fuck her for sometime. He got little apprehensive that somebody might come my bro did not waste much time soon inserted laid himself in between my wife's both legs. Separating the legs further apart he positioned his mammoth cock over my wife's cunt mouth. My wife held his cock in his hand and kept it in front of her love hole. Now all set my bro inserted his cock slowly savoring the taste of my wife's cunt. My wife told me her cunt felt full jammed and her cervix pushed.

After the cock was fully in my bro fucked her frantically. My wife also humped her pelvis to meet his thrusts and held him tightly whenever she came. My wife said that she came so many times that she lost count. Soon my bro was also overwhelmed and soon flooded my wife's cunt with his cum. My wife said she felt so much cum flooding her cunt that she was overwhelmed with the juices she had released. Then my bro came he kissed my wife goodbye and left. My wife also got up and dressed herself. She said she felt wonderful and had she known that my bro was such a nice fuck she would have had her suhag raat with him. As soon as the session was over he immediately left.

Then started many more escapades of my wife. Both having tasted each other could not wait for the next fuck. So without waiting for the opportunity they started having sex when everyone slept in the night. My wife told me how they managed to fuck the second time. So, later that night my bro was watching TV late at night as sleep was far away from his eyes. When everybody had slept my wife got up and went to the toilet signaling my bro to follow. He followed and my wife entered the toilet first leaving the door open. Soon my bro followed and locked the door. Both hugged each other tightly kissing and exploring each others body. Soon my bro lifted her nighty and found that my wife was wearing nothing beneath. Seeing my wife fully nude for the first time he went crazy and squeezed her tits nicely. Slowly he circled my wife’s nipples while tweaking the other nipple between his fingers. Later he sucked on to my wife's left breast like child sucks milk out of mother's mummeries. My bro spent lot of time playing and sucking the tits alternation between the two. My wife told me that my brother paid lot attention to the sides of her tits kissing and complementing the curves of her tits all the time. My wife was holding his head in
both her hands and pressing his mouth to her tits. Then he lowered still further and delicately inserted a finger in my wife's cunt. My wife had to separate her legs to make way for the digit and a moan emanated from her mouth. Then taking the finger in his moth he complemented the taste of her juices.

Then he inserted two fingers and rubbed the thumb on her clit. My wife said she felt like completely was on the seventh heaven. She was fondling my bros head in his hand and lost count to as to times she came. After some time my bro got himself undressed. Seeing him naked my wife was mesmerized by my bros muscles, chest and above all the big manhood. My bro guided my wife's hand to his cock and prompted her to hold his tightly and move her hand up and down his big cock. Later he guided one hand to cup the balls while other was still moving on his cock. Then he asked my wife to sit down and kiss this cock. As though hypnotized she shat down immediately and kissed the mushroom shaped purple head. She said its beauty and size and the two balls that hung below the beautiful cock engrossed her. Then my bro also sat down and kissed her on lips and told her that she loves her very much. Still kissing he told my wife to suck his cock. He got up and asked my wife to open her mouth. Holding the cock from its base she immediately opened her mouth and started sucking the big mushroom head slowly. Slowly my bro held her head and with slow motions started fucking my wife's mouth. I asked her that she had never
sucked my cock. She answered that with the beauty and size of my bros cock she could not resist herself moreover my bro loves her very much and if he wants her to do that then she can't deny. After some few more stroke he came in my wife's mouth. As he came he held my wife's in his arms and hugged her tightly kissing my wife and twisting his cum in her mouth. They held on to each other for a long time and my wife's tits mashed against his chest. After some more kissing and fondling my brother regained his erection and he whispered in my wife’s ear that he wants to fuck. She said its not possible in the toilet as there in not enough space. She told him to her bedroom after some time. My wife came over to our room and hugged me and kissed but I did not move as I was fast asleep. Still assuring herself she moved aside and lied down waiting for my bro to come. We used to sleep in two separated bed. In one bed I used to sleep and on another she and our baby used to sleep. We have separated our bed because I had to sleep keeping my crutches on my side.

Soon my brother came and my wife signaled him to lie down beside her in her bed.
He immediately did that and soon they were kissing and fondling each other without making a noise. Because of the two mosquito nets in two different beds it was herd for any one to see through the mosquito-nets and understand what was happening on the other beds . Soon he got on top of my wife and my wife guided his cock to her cunt's mouth and lowered herself a bit. In went the big cock head splitting my wife's cunt. My wife took the cock bending her back like a bow to adjust the size till their pubes entwined. Keeping his cock inside without any movement both enjoyed the union while my 3 years old baby was sleeping beside them.

Slowly bro brought his cock out only to penetrate again with much more vigor. My wife said she was in seventh heaven and lost count to number of times she came. It was her over ecstasy moment. Her cunt muscles were squeezing his cock each time she came as though it had found a long lost love. Bro in the mean time was kissing her all the time with one hand squeezing her tits alternating with each other. She was moving her hands on his back and hugging him tight upwards so as to maximize the penetration. She said she wanted this to last fore ever but then after a long half an hour fucking my bro jolted and came in floods inside her soaping cunt. She was feeling his cock fucking her cervix so as thought
fucking a cunt inside cunt. They held each other for long and after some time she could feel his cock growing inside again. Soon he was bucking and started fucking again. My wife never asked him to stop as she said that she was madly in love with my bro. They fucked again this time changing position to doggy style, sideways and then intermittently stopping to kiss and fondle each other and whispering I love you. When it was over it was 4 AM in the morning and that been over 4 hours of fuck. All this had happened with me sleeping on the other bed. She told me getting fucked without making a noise was a pure fun for them.

In this one year she never remembered an week when they did not fucked. After we had over first child I her told her put copper T and she refused outright. She never allowed me to cum inside. However I remembered the day a year back when she told me that she feels sorry for me and that she if feeling to put CT. I was overjoyed but little did I know that she wants to put CT coz se wants my bro to fuck and come inside her.

I was shocked to hear her that they both madly love each and if pose problem to there union then she wont be able to live. So the situation was such that if she be deprived of fuck from my bro for even a single day then it’s impossible. I was really very turned on by her idea and it aroused me. So now starts the fuck sessions of my bro and wife after its been known to me.

So now a days every night I got the drawing room and watch TV while my bro would be fucking my wife in my bedroom and on my bed. I had to do that because my wife loves it and I was totally dependant to my brother financially. Everyday the fuck session would start at 11Pm and last till 12:30AM. In those times I had to keep my baby too. I had to wait with my erect cock. After 12:30 my wife used come to our drawing room to say that they are finished and I can now enter in our bedrooms.

Everything uses to happen spending a few words. Then after entering in to bed rooms I used to sleep with her taking her in my hand. We used to spend half an hour chatting and discussing our daily problems and future plans. Some time I would kiss her and find semen in her mouth too. So it was obvious that my bro use to cum both in cunt and mouth. Sometimes her tits would also be covered with dried cum and most interesting was she never bothered to clean. Slowly I would squeeze her lovely tits which are bloated due to my bros rigorous treatment. I would suck her tits and find taste of my bros semen there too. Then I should lower my hand to her well stretched and fucked cunt and insert one or two fingers and find cunt oozing cum. All this while my wife would just close her eyes and whimper with low groans. Probably she is getting excited thinking of me (her husband) playing with her who had been just freshly fucked her lover. Actually she was enjoying being the wife of two men.
I don't know about her but yes it was tremendous turn on for me to find my wife drenched in my bros cum. I hate my bro a lot, probably too jealous about his plus points physicality and financially. Sometime when I would separate her clinched thighs which she never separated thinking my bros cum should spill out. I also do this when I am all ready to fuck her and without much waste of time my smaller cock enters the deflated cunt. I enjoy the feel of my bros cum in my wife's cunt which is all wet and flowing. Just feel of his is so high that without much fucking I come her cunt. Then my cock would come out and immediately she would clench her legs together. Without saying word I would go to my place and sleep. These become a routing and almost reflexes.

My bro started giving lot of gifts to my wife. He would give dresses, flimsy nightyes, lacy bra and panties and sometimes ornaments also. They were least bothered about me. Even some time in my presence he would call my wife and take to the other room for fucking or chatting like husband wife. In the dinner table I found that my wife serving the best foods to my brother. Presently they have started kissing in front of me. My wife wastes no opportunity to get fucked. Now a days my bro use to take her to long outings and definitely fuck her marathon. Just few days before my wife told me that they have decided to have another baby so I have to stop fucking her for few months.(end)

Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 04:04 PM

DESPARATE MOM

copied from net and edited for better arousal
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I hope you will like this true incident that occurred between my mom and her friends. My mom, Sarita, a complete bombshell. She is fair with black hair. In short she is 38/24/38. Perhaps she was the fantasy of men. She used to dress in the normal Indian fashion ie: a saree, blouse. My father was from Bangalore. But my mom was born and brought up in Mumbai. After her marriage she started living in Bangalore. We had a joint family in Bangalore. But last year my father got a promotion and transferred to Mumbai. We got a very big apartment from my dad’s company. My mom was very happy to return to her home town. She was now enjoying her liberty because the conservative environment of our joint family in Bangalore is not here to bind her. There was no “Bohu don’t do this, or Bohu you should do that” order from our grandfather and grandmother. After 6 months of our shifting in Mumbai, one day my father told us that he have to go to Dubai for an office tour. It was a 20 days tour. My father was worried about us but mom told him that she will manage. It is just about a 20 days matter.
Mom had 2 friends who were used to be her boyfriends before marriage. Exactly 2 days after my father went to Dubai, I heard that her friend's Sharad and Kamat were going to visit. They ware coming from Puna. Actually they both worked in a FMGC company with my mom before her marriage. They are still working in the same company as a marketing manager. They travels a lot as a part of there job. Mom told me that they have a meeting in Mumbai so they will stay with us for 5-6 days.
It was my summer vacation in my new school so I used to just watch TV and pass my time. I noticed mom was pretty happy knowing that her friends were going to come. I always knew that they were mom's old friends and were always interested in mom even after her marriage. I had seen them on my 15th birthday party last year when mom had invited them in Bangalore. They were always eyeing mom but had no chance to get near her as dad and other family members ware around. I knew they were coming for mom but I did not want to interfere too much in mom's business.

Finally the day came when they came. Mom greeted them. They were pleased to know that dad had gone for a trip. I showed them their rooms and also kept their luggage in their rooms, as mom showed them our newly decorated house. By mistake I dropped a handbag of mom's friends and the items in the bag popped out. I quickly gathered the items to place them back and was shocked to find a pack of condoms. Immediately my doubt why they were here was clear. I understood that they knew that my father went to Dubai for his office tour. I used to be in the house always to keep an eye on them. I noticed they were getting frustrated for not getting mom. I was obvious that they did not want me to know that they wanted to fuck mom. One day they decided to go for a picnic at the Seaside. We agreed but we had to make plans for an evening as mom had some work in the morning. The Seaside they choose was a bushy and quiet area with lots of trees. It would take about 4-5 hours to reach there so we left early. We reached there by 4 pm. Mom was looking quite sexy wearing a white blouse and yellow saree. We put up two tents one for mom and me and one for Sharad and kamat. Then we sat around the wood fire to keep the insects away. Sharad put on the radio he had brought along while kamat invited mom for a dance. Mom looked at me once and seeing a gentle smile from me she moved on to kamats arms for a dance. I watched kamat moving his hand on mom back and occasionally touching her butt. Mom loved it but was aware of my presence. Suddenly Sharad brought me a large peg of whisky and said, "let's enjoy". I knew his intention was to put me to sleep and njoy with mom. I was surprised to see that mom did not protest and tried to ignore the fact that they are offering her tinge son a large peg of whisky. But I said no to him.

After some time he prepared a soft drink for mom and removed another bottle for himself and kamat. They offered me some soft drinks also. I was surprised to see that mom was asking Kamat something pointing to my drink. Kamat whispered but I herd that he was saying “just 2 pill, don’t worry.” I pretended to drink and emptied the glass behind. Then I pretended to look sleepy. Soon it was 10:00 pm and we had to come home. Sharad and kamat helped me to the car as they thought that I was sleepy. They asked mom to sit in the front with them as I had occupied the whole seat behind. I pretended to be deep in sleep and watched quietly from behind. After driving the car for 20minutes or so Sharad stopped the car in a bushy and quiet road side area. They went to pee together leaving the car behind. After they have returned to the car they started chatting with mom. I was getting surprised, why they were not starting the car. Suddenly Sharad placed a hand on mom's sholders. Slowly moving down to the top of her breasts which her blouse could not cover. Mom gave a naughty smile and whispered “at last you guys came to the point…….I have started to think that you people became gentlemen in those years”. They all started to laugh together. Suddenly mom turned towards me. She wasn’t feeling comfortable with me around, kamat understood and decided to return by the Seaside. After reaching there they stopped the car and got outside together leaving me in the car. They started to find a quiet and safe spot by the Seaside. I got out of the car and followed them. Kamat collected few coconut branches and made a bed of the branches. Sharad had already begun to kiss mom. Mom also participated freely. Kamat pulled her saree off leaving her in her white blouse and lower part. Mom said “I am feeling very excited because I have not slept with any one other that my hubby in all these years after my marriage. Sharad continued to kiss mom all over her body, while kamat unhooked the blouse and lower half. Kamat said “remember Sarita, those days when we worked together…….OHO…how much we enjoyed together na?” Mom said “yeah…I remember all….You know I was planning to meet you people as soon as we came to Mumbai. But I am not getting any chances. But last week when my hubby went to Dubai I thought why don’t we old friends get together and have some fun. My cock had become very hard as I watched from the bushes. Mom was left in her white bra and panties. She took off Sharad's and kamat's shirt and pant. Mom was looking very sexy. Her breasts were growing inside her bra. Both the men removed their underwear’s and revealed their huge cocks. Then they removed mom's bra and panties. It seemed mom had lately shaved her pussy and kept it ready. Kamat carried mom to the bed of leaves he had prepared.

Mom said "I was waiting for you both for so long". Sharad kept on kissing mom more deeply. Kamat sucked her right breasts and played with the other one. Mom's nipples were looking really amazing erect and firm. Kamat was squeezing her breasts as if he was squeezing a water balloon. Then Sharad started sucking her breasts also. Both of them were planting some deep kisses all over mom's white milky breasts. Occasionally they would finger fuck her.

Mom was giving out light moans "aaah ooooaahhhhhh". Mom took both their cocks in her hands and started pushing its skin up and down. Then Sharad started to work on her pussy while kamat gave mom his cock to be sucked. Mom took in the entire cock. Sharad was still playing with her pussy mould. Sharad took his cock and stuffed it in her wet pussy and started pushing in and out. I was a really hot sight watching mom's breasts jiggle around. Mom and Sharad were giving out loud moans

"Aaaaaahhhhhaaaa….. Ummmmmmmm……. Ufffffffffffffffffffffff".

Mom was saying " Take me, take me deeper". Kamat waited patiently as Sharad fucked mom. Then after fifteen minutes sharad let his load in mom. He was so exhausted that he fell to the side, mom had her eyes closed. Kamat wanted to have mom now so he turned mom decided to take her from behind. Moms also liked his idea. Soon he too fucked mom and filled her with his cum. Mom was really exhausted.

After a while all of them dressed and headed to the car. I had masturbated 2-3 times. I too quickly dressed and went to the car.

In the running car also mom molested both of their cocks while chatting and laughing with them. Next morning mom looked pretty happy. She had worn a nightly without a bra inside. Kamat and sharad were also very happy. I have not told my dad about the incident when he returned because mom requested me not to tell him that Kamat and Sharad had spent few days with us. I just knew how disparate my mom was before her marriage.

Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 04:04 PM

SEX GAME

COPIED FROM THE NET AND EDITED TO GIVE THE READERS SOMETHING NEW. I CALLED IT RECYCLING
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It was ten at night and the Holi party of our office friends Sutapa and Dilip was in full swing with everyone having a great time. My wife Poroma, who was a mother of two, never a great drinker at the best of times, was well gone after three hours of partying and I knew she would suffer for it the next day, but what the hell. Sipping my drink I looked around the room eyeing up the women and comparing them to my gorgeous wife, I may be biased, but there was no comparison, Poroma was the most attractive women in the room though the mother of two was in her upper thirties. Poroma caught my eye as my gaze passed her way and grinned, grinning back I walked over to the group she was with, Mohit, our marketing manager, Rasmi, Mohit's wife, our hostess Sutapa and Dilip and Rahul whom I hated most.
I was working in that M.N.C for 10 long years. But the guy Rahul joind just 8 months back in our organization and became my greatest competitor in office. He was very very smart, good looking and handsome. He joined with a reference of our senior V.P. In his 8 months he performed and showed that he was better than me in every possible ways. Just last week before the party, he got the promotion which I was aiming for the last 3 years. The reason why I hated him most was very simple. I knew that I don’t have the capability to compete with that guy who was at list 10 years younger than me. He also knew that very well. That’s why he never gave me any importance or respect in any issues where both of our cooperation was needed.

As I approached I took stock of my wife's beauty, she had shoulder length fine black hair that shone even in the low light in the room; my eyes moved down to her face, her ice blue eyes sparkled as she laughed at something that was said, her pert nose sat above lush, ripe lips that just begged to be kissed. Letting my eyes rove down over her shoulders, which were all but bare, the only covering being the thin
Straps of her black evening dress. My eyes paused at her bust, for those who like statistics Poroma is 5 foot 5 inches tall and a shapely 36C-26-36 and her breasts were more than a generous handful, even for my large hands. Sighing I let my eyes slide down over her body admiring the cling of her dress to her shapely figure and the swell of her hips, my only lament was that the dress hid most of Poroma 's legs,
But I had the memory of their slender shapeliness. Despite being married to her for over 15 years I still felt a surge of arousal just looking at my wife and at 38 I thought she had never looked better.

"Ranjeet," my wife's soft lilting voice greeted me as I joined the group, "you just have to see what Rahul found on the Net." Rahul grinned as he held out some sheets of paper, raising an eyebrow I took the pages and glanced at them, then read then more closely. I'm Not sure why Rahul had brought the printout, but it was a story he'd Picked up somewhere on the Internet called 'Poroma's Choice' by someone Calling themselves HILMS. The story was about a guy and his wife at a Party who get involved in an adult party game, the wife ends up as the Subject of 'Dus minute mein Swarg', which basically meant a man tried to get her to so excited within ten minutes that she says 'Fuck me'.If she does say this, she has to do whatever the man wants for an hour. Though I only skipped over the story I was both amused and a little turned on by the concept. "Interesting, " I commented with a grin as I handed the pages back to Rahul, "but a little far fetched." "That's what I said." Poroma laughed." You have to admit though," Sutapa laughed, "the character names are An amazing coincidence. "

"A big coincidence. " Rahul smiled tongue in cheek. On that note Rahul went off to circulate around the room while the Rest of us chatted and joked, the story quickly forgotten in the Exchanges of banter and ribald comments. From time to time I saw Rahul Showing off his story out of the corner of my eye, but didn't pay him much attention. I guess it was about half an hour later that Rahul Rejoined our group wearing a huge grin and for a few minutes just stood listening to our chat with his grin growing broader.
"Why the huge grin, Rahul?" Sutapa eventually asked. "Oh, nothing really," Rahul replied, "just a comment someone made." I sensed that he was waiting to have the rest of it dragged out of Him, but I was not going to give him the satisfaction of asking. Though it seemed my wife was intrigued and asked him about the comment. "Well since you asked," he said with his smile turning to a full blown Laugh, "a couple of guys said they thought that the woman in the story Wouldn't have lasted the ten minutes in real life." Inwardly I groaned, Poroma was always one for a verbal challenge, but especially so when she had been drinking, it was a foregone conclusion that she would take up the chakravyu that Rahul had laid down. "Rubbish," Poroma laughed "if anything the woman would last longer, especially if she was resisting the urges." "You think?" Rahul grinned back. "I'm not so sure myself." Sutapa looked at me and rolled her eyes as Rahul and Poroma got into An animated, but friendly discussion centred on whether or not a fictional female would have lasted less than or longer than ten Minutes. People noticing the conversation and its topic came over to join us, some just to listen, but one or two of the men made comments more or less agreeing with Rahul's point of view. Of course this only Made Poroma dig her heels in even more to defend her position. "Well," Rahul eventually said, "there's only one way to prove the Point, that's to put your money where your mouth is Poroma." Needless to say every male in the room immediately got his drift as did a number of the women, but v looked puzzled. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I mean that the only way to settle this" Rahul spoke softly "would be To put the situation to the test for real." "You mean..." Poroma gasped. "I mean I take the role of the guy and you take the role of the Woman." Rahul spoke into the sudden silence in the room. "Same rules, Same penalty as in the story so the incentives are the same to encourage you to hold out or for me break you down. Of course you could always admit I'm right and wimp out." I cursed under my breath as Rahul threw out the last comment, at the same time I began to wonder if Rahul hadn't been setting Poroma up for This situation, everyone knew how doggedly she defended a point of View. What he was proposing was an area Poroma and I had discussed during sex, but had never considered it as a reality and I quietly wished for Poroma to tell him where to stick his suggestion, though I did feel a bit of excitement at the idea. Poroma frowned and looked at me; one look in her pensive eyes told me that she had drunk more than enough to take up the challenge. "Ranjeet?" she said softly."Hey," Rahul objected, "it's not up to him; you're the one so adamant that the woman could hold out longer not Ranjeet." I gave Rahul a glare and my wife a shrug to indicate that it was her decision; around us everyone seemed to be holding their breath in anticipation of Poroma 's answer. My wife thought for a few moments then I saw her shoulders straighten and knew what her answer was going to be. "Okay," Poroma spoke firmly, "you're on." "You understand what I mean?" Rahul said pulling the story sheets out of his pocket. "I get to have my way with you for ten minutes." Here he read from the paper in his hand. "I can touch or kiss you, but I can only use my mouth and hands. If I can get you to say, 'Fuck me,' Before the ten minutes is up, then you must do anything I tell you for The next hour." "Yes, yes, I understand." Poroma responded.

Rahul grinned almost triumphantly and moved across the room to the couch, the couple that were already there quickly got up to give him Room. Sitting himself in the centre of the couch Rahul looked up at my wife with a raised eyebrow as though challenging her to back down. "Okay, who has a stop watch or timer?" Rahul asked as Poroma crossed the room to join him. As Poroma sat beside him one of the men produced a watch with a count-down timer on it, Arjun had the man set it for ten minutes then
Appointed Sutapa as the time-keeper. "One thing," Rahul said as Sutapa took the watch, "you don't start
The time going until after I start." "Okay." Sutapa replied.

"And no distractions, " Rahul added, "the watch has an end of time alarm so no need to count out the time." "Now just a minute," Poroma objected "you were the one that wanted to do this as it was done in the story, so Sutapa should count down the minutes like they did in the story." "Not feeling so confident?" Rahul smirked. "Don't you think you can Resist without the interruptions? " "Of course I can." Poroma replied sharply. "Oh what the hell, do it your way." "Mind you," Rahul said slowly, "I should get a bit of a head start seeing as the characters in the story were already turned on by having been playing a sex game, I mean fairs fair, I'll be starting from Stone cold." I couldn't believe the guys gall, not that I could blame him for trying for every advantage, but he had been the one that had been so adamant about doing things exactly as per the story. Around me there were mutters of accent to his comment, it seemed most, if not all Those watching agreed that Rahul should get a 'warm up' period. Poroma looked around nervously then her eyes came to rest on me, all I could Do was shrug. "How long a head start?" Poroma asked turning to look at Rahul.

"I thought ten minutes." Rahul grinned, obviously sensing he was about to gain another concession. "sod off," Poroma said firmly, "that doubles the total time. Two minutes." "Hmmm," Rahul frowned, "hardly a head start. Seven minutes might work; After all you haven't been excited by playing a game have you." "Maybe not," my wife responded, "but it's still too long. Four minutes." "Four?" Rahul sighed. "Well make it five and we have a deal." "Oh alright, five minutes but," Poroma agreed, "no touching under Clothing, on top only." "You're on." Rahul laughed. "We'll have a drink first then get at it. Sutapa change the stopwatch to fifteen minutes and yell out when the First five are up, okay." "Okay Rahul." Sutapa replied as she fiddled with the stopwatch in her Hand. Drinks were passed to Rahul and Poroma and while they sipped at them The others chatted and joked about what was about to happen, I heard One or two of them making bets with each other as to how long my wife would last. Sutapa was standing right in front of the couple on the couch and about three feet away from them and I placed myself at her shoulder. From this position I could not only watch events unfold clearly I could also keep an eye on the stopwatch. Fixing my gaze on the couch I noticed that Rahul seemed to be taking a hell of a time finishing his drink, Poroma had downed hers in one gulp and was already working on another. Then I noticed that Rahul had an arm along the back of the couch and that his hand seemed to be resting at the back of Poroma 's neck, a slight movement of her hair told me that the crafty Sod was gently rubbing at the erogenous zone on her neck. I was tempted to tell Sutapa to start the stopwatch, but held back since Poroma didn't seem to be worried about his touching her.

At long last Rahul finished his drink and put the glass aside, I felt my body tense with both nervousness and excitement as he turned slightly in his seat to face my wife. Someone took the empty glass From Poroma as she licked her lips nervously and watched Rahul turning to face her, he grinned at her then leant forward until his lips were a scant few millimeters from hers. Poroma tensed in anticipation of his
Kiss, but Rahul just hovered there letting the tension mount, a glance To my right told me that Sutapa had not yet started the stopwatch; Clearly she was waiting for the first touch. A minute passed with Rahul's lips hovering over Poroma 's he was looking into her eyes and though she tried to avoid his gaze her eyes kept flicking back to his with uncertainty growing in them. Nor was Poroma the only one feeling the tension, the people around me seemed to hold their breath waiting for that first touch of skin on skin. When Rahul finally closed those few millimeters between his lips and my wife's he did it so slowly that the kiss was seconds old before we realized that the seduction had begun in earnest. I had to nudge Sutapa to start the stopwatch as a collective sigh seemed to fill the room. Poroma sat there with his lips pressed softly to hers, her eyes were open and looking around as she avoided looking into his eyes. Yet despite herself, as though drawn by some magnetism, her eyes drifted To his and fixed there, when this happened Rahul increased the pressure of his kiss a little more. Again, despite herself, Poroma began to respond to his kiss, it was only a slight return pressure, But it was enough of a positive sign for Rahul to move on. kissing her more firmly Rahul opened his mouth a little and although I could not
See it I somehow knew that he was pressing his tongue to my wife's Lips in a demand for entry. When Poroma 's chin moved I knew that she Had given way to Rahul's demanding tongue, I don't know what my wife was feeling, but a tingle of excitement ran through me at this first sign of submission. That excitement grew when I saw Rahul put his Right hand over Poroma 's shoulder, with slow stroking motions he slid It down onto her right breast which he gently began to rub and squeeze Through her clothing. A quick glance at the stopwatch in Sutapa's hand show that barely a minute had passed.

A pin dropping in the room would have sounded like a cannon going off, Even the music that had been playing seemed muted to almost nothing And from where I was standing I could hear Poroma 's breathing Quickening slightly under Rahul's attentions. Rahul started to pinch At Poroma 's nipple through the thin material of her dress which made Her breathing a little heavier. My mouth went dry when I heard the Sound of a sudden intake of breath from Poroma as Rahul's left hand moved onto her lap, his fingers pressing into the material over her pussy to rub gently at her mound. My eyes flickered from point to point as I watched Rahul's actions with my wife; her eyes were still open as they kissed, but they seemed locked to his as though she was Transfixed by something in their depths; his right hand squeezed and teased her right breast and nipple; his left hand pressed more firmly Into her groin to rub at her pussy. I glanced at the stopwatch Convinced that more than five minutes had passed, but was surprised to see that Rahul still had half his warm up time left. Then I heard Poroma give a gentle sigh and her legs, which up to that point had been firmly together began to slowly open giving Rahul more freedom to stroke at her pussy. Of course with Rahul being able to Arouse her pussy with greater freedom meant her legs parted further And so on, the point came where my wife was sat there with her legs Spread wide while Rahul rubbed at her through her dress using his whole hand. I watched the material of Poroma 's dress dimple to the Shape of her pussy as Rahul pressed his fingers firmly into her, his actions making her breathing heavier and louder. Then I nearly jumped out of my skin when the silence was shattered by a soft 'beep-beep'. "That's the five minutes head start," Sutapa spoke barely loud enough to be heard, "Ten minutes left to get Poroma to say the magic words."
I noticed that while she spoke Sutapa had paused the stopwatch; Though Rahul hadn't broken his stride at all. For the first time in more than five minutes Rahul parted their lips and while his hands Stayed busy at her breast and pussy he leant close to her ear and spoke softly to her. In the story the husband had never heard what was being whispered, but in the silence that had once again fallen on the
room Rahul's words came to me clearly. "Want to save us all some time and say it?" he crooned in her ear. Poroma shook her head in the negative and Rahul grinned as he spoke again. "You won't make it and you know it," he said softly, his breath puffing against her ear, "especially now that I can get you undressed. Come on, say it, you're so hot now after just the warm up, how will You feel after a few more minutes of serious attention. Say it, you know you want to, you know you are going to eventually."

My wife shook her head again, but I could see the hesitation in her movement and the uncertainty in her eyes. With a smile Rahul went back To kissing Poroma and she returned his kiss within a few seconds of
Their lips touching. Deep down I knew that Rahul was right, my wife Was not going to be able to hold out for the full ten minutes, already She was showing all the signs of being fully aroused and much more
attention would have her on the verge of a climax. Drawing a deep breath I glanced at the stopwatch to see how much longer Poroma would Have to hold out, the damned thing was still paused and I nudged
Sutapa who was so enthralled by events she had forgotten to re-start the timer. When I looked back at the couch Rahul was sliding his right Hand up to the top of Poroma's dress, the material stretched as his
hand slid under it and back onto her breast. Now it was bare skin on bare skin and I could see the material moving as Rahul played with my wife's boob and teased her already hard nipple. At the same time his left hand slid down Poroma 's leg until it came to rest at the hem of her dress, which was a point just above her knee with the way the material had already rumpled. Rahul's hand slid up Poroma 's stockinged leg gently rubbing in small circles as it rose up her thigh, the material of the dress gathered and slithered up her leg as his hand rose higher. "Hhhhhuuuhhhh. ....mmmm" A stifled gasp from Poroma told me when Rahul's Hand had reached her pussy and I had no doubt that under the
concealment of the material he was rubbing at her pussy in earnest, perhaps he even had his fingers under her panties and in her pussy.... "Mmmmmmmmmmm, so wet." Rahul parted their lips and spoke softly while Looking deep into Poroma's eyes. "Sure you don't want to say it?"Poroma shook her head and muttered the word 'no' so low as to be barely Audible to Rahul let alone to me. Undeterred Rahul put his lips to hers once more while his right hand slid out from under the top of her dress, with a gentle yet firm motion he pushed the thin strap from her shoulder and down her arm. Poroma bent her arm lightly, surrendering to the inevitable and the strap flopped loose, and then Rahul's hand was back at the top of her dress. As Rahul pushed the material of her dress down to reveal Poroma 's breast to everyone I glanced at the Stopwatch, a minute and a half had passed; Rahul had eight and a half Minutes left and I began to feel a little hope that he was moving too slowly to achieve his goal. For a few moments Rahul seemed content to Tease Poroma 's now bare nipple and to press his fingers into her heavy boob flesh, but then he parted their lips and his head moved down over Her chest. I looked up at Poroma 's face as Rahul sucked her nipple into his mouth, her eyes were wide and fixed on what he was doing to her,
For a brief moment she looked up at me before looking back down to Rahul. In that brief moment of eye contact my faint hope that Rahul Was moving too slowly died, Poroma 's eyes had held a look of excitement bordering on orgasmic.

For what seemed like ages Rahul sucked and nibbled at my wife's nipple, at the same time his left hand seemed to be moving faster under the material of her dress. His right hand had moved from Poroma 's
breast and was now behind her, I couldn't see what his hand was doing, but the gradual loosening of her top told me he was opening the zip at the back of the dress. Then his right hand came back into view as it slid onto her left shoulder to push the strap off her shoulder and down her arm, once again Poroma bent her arm to free the strap and the whole front of her dress just slithered down to her waist. Rahul's head moved to across her body and he sucked in her left nipple while his right hand came back over her shoulder to her right breast. A quick glance at the stopwatch in Sutapa's hand showed me that a bare ninety seconds had passed and my wife was already half naked and rising to a climax, she could not last another seven minutes. (END OF PART 1)

Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 04:05 PM

SEX GAME (PART 2)

Rahul suddenly sat up, his hands and mouth leaving Poroma 's body; he grinned
down at her heavy breathing and dreamy eyes and spoke. "Lift up." He ordered softly. As though in a dream Poroma leant up and in one swift motion Rahul pulled the dress from under her, down her legs and off. I gazed wide eyed at my wife's body as Rahul returned his hands and mouth to her breasts and pussy, now we could all see his hand rubbing and pressing at her panties, his fingers pushing the material into her slit. Then his hand moved to the side of her flimsy panties, Rahul's finger's slid under the material pushing it aside as two of his fingers sank into Poroma 's pussy. Poroma 's reaction to this intrusion was gasp loud enough to be clearly heard around the room and to arch her lower body
slightly as though to draw his fingers deeper into her. I could tell from the tension in my wife's body, the glaze in her now half closed eyes and the flush of her face and breasts that Poroma was about to
climax and I expected her to cum any second. Rahul must have sensed this too and it was not part of his plan to let her climax, clearly he was aware that once she'd peaked there would be a period of calm before she would be aroused to ecstasy again. Just as Poroma began to squirm in pre-orgasmic bliss Rahul moved his fingers away from her pussy, though he continued to gently suck at her nipples and tease her boobs for a moment before leaning up. As Rahul looked at my wife as though judging her level of arousal I glanced at the stopwatch, another minute had passed though I would have sworn it had been longer. My eyes flicked back to the couple on the couch as Rahul reached down and tugged at Poroma 's panties, without hesitation Poroma raised her lower body to allow him to slide the damp material down her legs and off. Now my wife was dressed in nothing more than a suspender belt, stockings and high heel shoes, she was a gorgeous sight that would have had me instantly hard if my cock wasn't
already rigid. Leaning over Rahul kissed Poroma while his right hand teased her right nipple and his left rubbed gently at her pussy lips, and then he parted their lips and put his mouth close to her ear.
"Feels good doesn't it." He said softly in her ear. Poroma responded with a hum of pleasure while pushing her pussy up at Rahuls's moving hand, her face was flushed and I could see her lower
lip caught in her teeth as she tried to hold back against the sensations flooding over her. "It can feel even better," Rahul carried on, "so much better, all you have to do is say those two little words. You know you want to. Will you say them Poroma?" I don't think my wife could trust her voice because her response was a slow hesitant shake of her head in the negative, Rahul smiled at her response. Then he sank his fingers into her pussy while his mouth went back to her nipple, I watched him finger fuck her slowly until once again Poroma was right on the point of coming. With a grin Rahul sat up, leant over, kissed my wife then slid off the couch to kneel between her open legs. Poroma was breathing hard and heavy as Rahul leant forward to plant a kiss on her pussy while his hands slid up her body to her boobs. A glance told me that another minute had passed, there was only five minutes remaining and once again I felt a faint hope that my wife might hold out. My wife groaning drew my eyes back to what was happening Rahul was gently blowing on her pussy, his warm breath exciting her, but still not making her climax. Sitting up Rahul reached up to pull Poroma 's face down to his and their lips locked in a
kiss of pure passion, his body was pressed to her pussy as they kissed and I could see my wife making little humping motions against him. Laughing Rahul parted their lips and leant back. "Oh no," he grinned down at her while teasing her nipples, "you don't get to cum that easy. Not until you say the magic words. Will you say them?" Poroma bit her lips and shook her head 'no', but her motion was even
more hesitant than before and my faint hope faded once more. "We'll see." Rahul grinned as he lowered his head. He ran his tongue all the way along Poroma 's slit in a slow, tantalizing motion and she groaned in pleasure, her lower body pushing up to try and get her pussy tight to Rahul's mouth. For a moment he let her push her pussy against his mouth then he moved back so that just the tip of his tongue was touching her flesh. Rahul's hands were busy teasing, tugging and twisting at Poroma 's nipples while he tormented her with his tongue. With almost a feather-light touch Rahul circled his tongue around Poroma's clitoris then passed it over her sensitive bud. "OHHHHHHH... .. GGGGGGODDDDDDD. ....!" Poroma groaned out at this. Other than a brief 'no' these were the first words Poroma had spoken
since they had started and I knew it was a sign that her resistance was fast crumbling. As did Rahul, once again he circled her clit with his tongue then licked at it a little more firmly which made my wife
groan out again. Her whole body seemed to be trembling as she hovered on the very edge of an orgasm, an orgasm Rahul was denying her with consummate skill. My eyes flickered to the stopwatch then back to the action on the couch as my mind tried to understand how a mere minute could have felt like five times that long. "Mmmm, no, no." Poroma started to intone through her groans of frustrated pleasure as Rahul teased her clit with his tongue. There was less than four minutes remaining now and Rahul was playing
my wife like a musical instrument, a touch here, a stroke there, a lick or a suck and his actions were driving her crazy. So crazy that she was squirming and writhing to his every touch, desperate to climax
but being denied that release by Rahul's careful movements. Even when he let his tongue push into her oozing hole he did it so slowly that it merely added to the sensations flooding over Poroma without pushing her over the edge into climax. Leaning back Rahul let a brief moment pass so that Poroma would edge down the slope of pleasure she was on then slid a hand down to her pussy. Sliding two fingers into her Rahul began to finger fuck Poroma with slow, gentle thrusts that pushed her
right to the very edge and each time she trembled on the verge of cumming he would stop moving.
"Say it." Rahul whispered to my wife. Her negative response was barely a single jerk of her head and as she made this response I looked at the stopwatch, there was only two minutes left to go, but could Poroma emulate the character in the story and hold out. Rahul had masterfully kept my wife on the very edge of climaxing for almost five full minutes and I felt sure that Poroma would have to crack soon. As I watched Rahul leant forward again to use his tongue on Poroma 's pussy once again part of me was willing her to hold on, to suffer the exquisite torture and deny Rahul his victory, but at the same time part of me was willing her to crack and say the words 'fuck me'. Mixed thoughts churned around in my head as I watched Rahul playing with my wife's body; watched the effect his caresses were having on her and listened to her ever louder cries of passion. Time seemed to be standing still as my eyes flickered between the scene on the couch and the stopwatch Sutapa was holding, there were ninety seconds left when Poroma gave a low, guttural cry of sheer frustrated desire. Rahul knelt up, his fingers taking the place of his tongue at Poroma 's pussy, looking into her glazed eyes he smiled, finger fucked her firmly for a few moments then held his fingers still as Poroma responded with a muttered comment none of us could make out. "What was that?" Rahul asked softly. I glance at the stopwatch, there was a scant minute left to go, my eyes went back to my wife's face which was a picture of ecstatic torment.
"What did you say Poroma?" Rahul asked again. The breath froze in my chest as I waited in dread and excitement for my wife to reply to Rahul, my eyes flickered to the stopwatch to see forty seconds left then back to the tableaux of Rahul and my wife. Rahul moved his fingers in Poroma 's pussy once, twice then a third time and my wife cried out. "Fffffuck me!" she gasped out in a low, trembling voice.
"Louder, so we can all hear you." Rahul chuckled at Poroma. "FUCK ME YOU ARSEHOLE FUCK ME!" Poroma cried out loudly. Rahul own and I lost. Whatever else he was Rahul certainly knew how to keep a woman from cumming, every time Poroma showed signs of going over the edge he would pause in his motions and wait for her to calm a little, then he would press on. That was his main tactics.
I thought, that was the end of the story. (END OF PART 2)

Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 04:05 PM

SEX GAME (PART 3)

Poroma went to toilet while everyone was silently congratulating Rahul. Everyone was laughing and discussing about the matter. After few more minutes the party started again and everything seems to be normal. Suddenly I found Rahul was saying something to Sutapa and Sutapa said “ok ok I am arranging” and went to upstairs where there bedroom was. I was thinking about what Rahul was asking to her. More than 15 minutes passed by and Poroma was not coming out from the bathroom. So I went to the bathroom to check for her but bathroom was empty. I was puzzled….where is she. Suddenly I found that there was another staircase after the bathroom for going to the 1st floor of the house. After reaching the 1st floor I started to find her. There ware total 4 rooms in the 1st floor and I found her In the last room. Well…..she was inside the room with Rahul. The door was closed but the window was slightly open. By the time I reached behind the window to see what was going on inside, Rahul already had buried his cock in her to the hilt. Poroma was threshing her head and literally crying out for release. I understood Rahul is literally taking her trophy and Sutapa went to upstairs for arranging her bedrooms for them. For one moment I thought I will break door of the room, step inside and kick that bustard Rahul in his ass, and put a stop to those events, but a hand on my arm stopped me before I could take the first step. It was Sutopa. “Poroma went into this with her eyes wide open Ranjeet,” She said softly as I looked at her restraining hand then at her face, “she won’t thank you for showing her up by breaking things up.” “Christ Sutapa ,” I gaped at her, “I can’t just stand by and let her be used like some little fuck toy.” “Of course you can,” Sutapa half smiled, “and you will. Look, Rahul is a bastard, but he won’t hurt her, not much anyway.” “Come on Sutapa ,” I protested, “what if it was you there, how do you think Dilip would react?” “He reacted the same way you will. Why don’t you calm down and just enjoy what is happening.” Sutapa said softly. “You …?” I spluttered in surprise. “Yes, me.” Sutapa grinned. “Rahul pulled the same trick on me also, only I didn’t last half as long as Poroma. Ranjeet, believe me, it made sex between Dilip and me much better. It’s only an hour Ranjeet, and an hour you will relish in the future.” “For god shake Sutapa he is fucking my own wife who is the mother our children” I said looking to her face. It is just a fuck Ranjeet. Think of it like a shake hand. Two unknown people is trying to join there sexual organ together to know each other better. There body is connected to get some pleasure only nothing more. Rahul is not marrying your wife or taking her away from your children. Let them have some fun together. Don’t you understand Rahul is like a sex god. Poroma is finding that there are men who can fuck her better than you. Her love for you or the responsibility towards your children will not be decreased by this incident. I knew there is a possibility that this incident may not end here and Rahul may screw her again and again. You have to take it sportingly. Now don’t disturb them and enjoy. After giving me some more lecture she got back to downstairs. “You know,” Rahul commented as he held his cock still inside my wife, “an hour seems hardly enough to really appreciate a bitch like you.” I could not believe my ears, the man was openly angling to increase the time he had with my wife from an hour to God alone knew how long, nor could I believe that I was going to let him do it. Although this had hit me instantly I was not sure that Poroma was really aware of what Rahul was saying, her whole attention seemed desperately focused on achieving a climax. When Poroma gave no response to his comment Rahul slid his cock in her pussy slowly until it was all but out of her pussy, Poroma writhed and struggled in an effort to get his cock back into her, but with no success. With a little sob of frustration Poroma lay still and looked up at Rahul , her eyes pleading with him to finish her off, grinning down at the now subservient woman beneath him Rahul slid his cock all the way back into her yearning depths. “What do you say Poroma,” Rahul spoke softy as his groin pressed to hers, “should we make it longer than an hour?” “Yes, anything,” Poroma sobbed softly, “only please fuck me properly!” “Oh I will, I will. You will be well fucked by the time I’m finished with you.” Rahul laughed. “But first let’s talk time. Perhaps we ought to make it 2 hours.” Poroma nodded a wild yes, her lower lip caught in between her teeth as she struggled to climax. “I didn’t hear you.” Rahul said. “Yes, two hours, yes.” Poroma half gasped and half sobbed. “Hmmm, well I’m not sure,” Rahul mused while making a slow withdrawal of his cock, “can I do everything I want in two hours? I don’t think so. Let’s make it three shall we?” “Yes, anything, only please fuck me!” Poroma pleaded with him. “Anything?” Rahul grinned while pushing his cock slowly back into Poroma’s yearning pussy. “In that case how about this. The time is almost twelve thirty; you do whatever I want until seven in the morning, that’s a little over six hours. Still not enough in my view, but I don’t think you could stand any longer. So Poroma, what do you say, will you be my wife until seven?” I held my breath as I waited for my wife to answer, though deep down I already knew what she would say. “Yes!” she wailed and I let the air sigh from my chest. “Yes what?”Rahul asked firmly. “What you said,” Poroma gasped out, “I’ll do whatever you want until seven in the morning.” “That’s like a good girl.” Rahul crowed. “And now for your reward.” With that Rahul began to fuck Poroma in earnest, his cock started sliding in and out slowly, but in a few heartbeats he had picked up the pace and that was all it took to make Poroma climax. Climax was too mild an expression for what hit Poroma as all the pent up excitement crashed over her, it started with a shudder that became violent jerks of her body, at the same time she was almost screaming out the bliss she was feeling. This orgasmic explosion just seemed to go on and on, throughout all this Rahul continued fucking her with hard, heavy strokes that just seemed to make her ecstasy increase even more. Rahul was clearly enjoying the sensation of fucking my wife and seemed to be doing everything he could to draw out that pleasure, but despite himself his thrusts became ever harder and faster until their bodies were virtually crashing together. With a groan Rahul pushed hard into my wife and I watched his buttocks clenching as he came deep inside her, by this time Poroma’s movements had become weak and almost listless but when Rahul ’s seed filled her she gave a yelping cry then shook violently again.

“Oh am I going to enjoy this.” Rahul puffed as he leant back on his heels, his cock slithering wetly from Poroma’s pussy. My wife’s pussy was oozing sperm. Rahul took some liquid from there and spread over her face. Now his thick sperm coated in her lips and chin, and some even glistened on her throat and boobs. Panting and shivering in post orgasmic pleasure Poroma lay on the bed taking Rahul in her top. After laying 10 minutes over there, Rahul , once again sporting an erection, stood over Poroma, he seemed pleased at the well used look she wore and as she looked up at him questioningly. He gave a little laugh. “You’re not done yet my darling.” Rahul spoke meaningfully. “There’s one hole that hasn’t been used yet.” Poroma’s eyes widened as she realized which hole he was referring to, but though we didn’t do it more than 4-5 times in our entire married life my wife was not an anal virgin. As the realisation reached her eyes Rahul grinned even more and nodded down at her as though confirming her thought. “Assume the position like a good little bitch.” Rahul chuckled. Poroma sighed then moved onto her hands and knees, her bum facing Rahul as she looked over her shoulder awaiting his pleasure. “Damn you’ve got your wife well trained Ranjeet.” Rahul laughed as he moved closer to my wife. He stuck his cock in her pussy to gather the juices there then withdrew it, a moment later Rahul was pressing his cock to Poroma’s small puckered anus. As he applied pressure Poroma hung her head between her shoulders and gave a small groan of pain, then she yelped and I saw Rahul ’s cock surging all the way into her back passage. There was nothing gentle about the way Rahul fucked her arse, his thrusts were fast and almost drove her to the floor with their power. Despite this Poroma managed to hold her position and, to my surprise, was soon moaning in pleasure which made Rahul laugh then thrust even harder. “You like it hard don’t you my little bitch.” Rahul commented breathlessly. “Yes.” Poroma gasped back even though his words had not been a question. “I bet you never let your husband fuck you hard and mercilessly.” Rahul grunted as he picked up the pace even more. “No.” My wife responded breathlessly. I blushed at her reply, even though it was true that I had always treated her lovingly her admission was humiliating and Rahul ’s response even more so. “Well you sure love having a real man fucking you,” He laughed. “it takes a real man to handle a woman like you. Perhaps we’ll get together again after this just to keep you satisfied.” Thankfully Poroma made no response, but that may have been simply because she was too busy climaxing to talk. While I thought about his comment that they get together again Rahul began to groan, moments later his cock was thrust deep inside Poroma as he filled her bowels with his cum. For a few moments after cumming Poroma remained still, clearly savouring the sensations of my wife’s arse around his cock, then, after a few idle thrust “Okay,” he sighed moving away from Poroma. I understood they may get out right now. So I came out from the window and entered another room. I hard Rahul saying “let’s go get cleaned up.” I wasn’t too happy to see Poroma and Rahul leaving the room together, but I had little choice in the matter. A few minutes later Rahul returned without Poroma, grabbing his discarded clothing he quickly dressed then headed to the telephone. I again went behind the window. I made an attempt to hear his phone conversation. Although I couldn’t make it all out I got enough to realize that Rahul was making arrangements for a two day trip near a seaside area, But I couldn’t make out the location. As he finished his call I found some one is coming so I again took shelter in the next room. Oh my god….it was Poroma, still naked, reappeared. Seeing Poroma Rahul grinned and instructed her to put on her dress. Puzzled Poroma did as instructed then stood there waiting for whatever was to come next and when Rahul spoke I felt my face go white. “Okay my baby,” Rahul grinned, “We’re going for a little ride to my apartment, we will spend the night over there and tomorrow we are going to a seaside for a two day trip.” I came down to the ground floor of the house where the party was going on. After few minutes I found they ware coming down together. They came and went outside without saying me or anyone anything. I was so surprised that I could not stop them. When I herd the sound of Rahul’s car I realized that they were really going.
I could not understand what was going. I returned back to my home.I have tried to call her in her mobile. But her mobile was switched off. But I got one sms in my mobile where she said “going for a trip with Rahul……… I will explain to you everything when I will return. (END OF PART 3)

Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 04:06 PM

SEX GAME (LAST PART)

That was a Sunday evening when Rahul ’s car stopped outside the house, a tired and disheveled Paromita got out and as the car moved away she turned to face the house. Moving away from the window I waited for my wife to come in. “Ranjeet!” Paroma gasped in surprise as she saw me waiting for her in the middle of the living room. “Have a good time?” I asked cruelly. “Do you want to start a fight right now………look I am very tired as well as hungry. I need to take a shower also. I will discuss about it later” She answered. After the dinner I was waiting for her in my bedroom. She sat in the bed quietly and then asked “are you angry”? I said “yes”. “Why” She asked again. I said because my wife fucked the man I hated most. She suddenly became very angry and said “Rangeet you were there in the party all the time. You saw how I got stuck in the situation. Rahul tricked me and you know I have tried my best to resist him. I lost because he is not an ordinary man……. he is like a sex god. He can seduce and take any woman in his bed. I was completely taken by his charm. I was doing what he wanted me to do.” “But you went for a 2 day trip with him without giving me any information…how could you do that” I told her loudly. “Yes I did but……..don’t you understand I was acting like his slave that day”. “So what is your plan now” I asked her quietly. Look Rangeet I am requesting you to take the matter sportingly. You know how much I love you and care for you. Give me some time to recover from the effect of his charm, I am promising you that you will get full control of your wife very soon”. “You mean it is not over yet. You are going to meet him again” I asked my wife being completely surprised. “Look Rangeet our affair has just started…….It is not possible for me to stop seeing him right now.” “So you will again let him fuck you” I asked her looking it to her eyes. “Yes …….I will definitely get screwed by him many more times in your absence. But don’t loose faith. I love my husband and my children. I will be completely yours very soon. Please give your wife few more months dear.” I was stunned and I could not answer. “We are just fucking each other and having fun……..there is no love or any kind of bond between us other than sex…….I promise you, the attraction I am feeling about him will not last long” She confirmed me again. I was completely helpless. I could not do anything other than allowing my wife to fuck him. I knew that in my absence Rahul was coming in my house and regularly fucking her in my bed. But she did stop seeing him. It took eight months and I got complete control of her just like she said. I was very happy getting my wife back. But in those eight months our sex life was improved tremendously, just like Sutapa said. Every time I imagined that my wife getting screwed by Rahul in my absence and my wife screaming in pleasure, I became very very horny and we had wild sex. One year passed by. One day she went to the supermarket to buy some garments. When she returned I found that she was very very excited as well as horny. That night when I asked her about that she said she met someone in the supermarket. That guy was very very sexy and he took her in a nearby coffee shop. Later he dropped her in front of our house in his car. He also took her mob no. She asked me “if you give permission then I can go ahead”. I asked her “what is in your mind”. She came to me and hugged me tightly and taking her mouth in my ear she said in a husky voice “mera mon me sirf eak hi bat hai” I asked again “what” she answered “ohi ….heaven in10 minutes

Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 04:06 PM

IS THAT YOUR WIFE

The white wife lay beneath the black stranger in his bed. Her legs were spread wide and her hands gripped his muscular arms. The black stranger's cock was beginning to push ever so slowly into her married pussy. The guilt she felt in the betrayal of her husband of twenty-four years was easily pushed aside by the compelling need to feel the large black cock inside her body. The mother of two had married her childhood sweetheart at the age of eighteen and had never experienced a cock other than the 4" cock of her husband. At least until now...

By all means this was not new territory for the large black man. He routinely had several white wives that he could depend on for servicing his sexual needs on demand. He would meet them at the local mega mart and seduce them over a period several weeks. The large black man knew that once he let the prospective white wife lover know when he would be back next, they would almost always show up. Like this wife, he especially like the ones that were somewhat shy and most likely hadn't taken a cock other than their husbands. This was simply a try-out of sorts where he was concerned. As he pushed his cock to the halfway point in the married woman's pussy he was evaluating the married woman's tightness, her scent, and her willingness to receive him, among other things.

The white wife gasped as the black stranger's cock pushed the rest of the way into her vagina and came into contact with her cervix. Her husband, who was at home with the children as another man's bare cock became fully buried in his wife's pussy, had clearly never reached this area of his wife's womb. "Oh my god" she whispered.

The black stranger began working his magnificent tool in and out of the white wife's pussy. The white wife was moaning constantly. She began to visualize the cock that was giving her such pleasure. It was then that the white wife realized that the strange cock pounding against her cervix was completely bare. "Oh no" she managed to verbalize in between moans. The white husband always placed a condom over his 4" cock before entering his wife. The black stranger ignored the married woman and increased the speed of his thrusting, causing the white wife to forget about the possibility of insemination.

The black stranger was nearing orgasm. It had only been a few minutes, but he had not had sex for a few days, so his strong cock and large balls were filled to the point of bursting with baby-making seed. The large black man was now pounding the cervix of the white wife over and over again with the head of his cock. Only for a brief second did the white wife come to her senses. "Pull out" she managed to request in between one of lover's thrusts, but it was too late. The black stranger slammed his cock fully inside the white wife one last time and held it against her cervix has he shot his sperm over and over again into her body. The warmth of the sperm and the feel of his cock caused something within her that had never happened before. She began having a cock-induced orgasm. The white wife wrapped her legs around the waist of the black stranger and pulled him in tighter as the black man's semen continued its assault on her womb. The white husband was only able to give his wife an orgasm with his tongue, but it had been eight years since he last ate his wife's pussy, so she wanted this moment to go on forever.

The white wife expected the black stranger to remove his cock immediately following their copulation. The white husband always removed his condom-clad cock immediately in order that the condom wouldn't slip off his tiny cock inside his wife. The black stranger had other ideas. He began kissing the white wife as he lay upon her. She was taken back at first, but quickly began enjoying the feel of the black man's tongue probing her mouth. The large black cock inside her had softened but was still far too large to slip out of her now soaked vagina. As they kissed in the afterglow of their first sexual experience together the black stranger began sliding his soft cock back and forth within the pussy of the white wife.

The white wife had been so mesmerized by the black stranger's tongue probing her mouth that she hadn't realized his cock beginning to regain its strength until once again the enormous black cock made contact with her cervix. Her soft pale legs instinctively wrapped themselves again around the large black torso of the stranger. The white husband, who had been told by the white wife that she would be working late, had tired of waiting and now was in bed by himself. As the white wife prepared again to receive the black stranger's seed, the white husband took the opportunity of his wife being away to begin masturbating his tiny cock.

The white wife had gained much more confidence. The low moans from the first coupling were now replaced with shouts of "FUCK ME HARDER" and "OH GOD THIS FEELS SO GOOD". The black stranger would not deviate from the missionary position during this evening. He knew that the married woman would not be accustomed to taking a cock a her mouth and he knew that her virgin asshole would have to wait until later meetings. The black man liked the way this married pussy felt around his cock. He liked the way the white wife returned his kisses with passion. He wanted to eventually taste her sweet pussy, so for now would simply work at pleasuring the white wife as best he could in the missionary position, which he know would be most familiar to her.

The second coupling of the white wife and the black stranger would be a much longer and more satisfying coupling than the first. The black man was again thrusting his thick hard cock against the white wife's cervix over and over again as they lay joined in the black man's bed. Meanwhile the white husband lay naked at home in the marital bed with his tiny 4" cock pointed upwards as he stroked it with his all to familiar hand. The white wife's pussy was overflowing with her juices and the thinning seed of her black lover's first orgasm. The white husband's cock was slick with his own pre-cum and saliva.

The black stranger had been fucking the white wife for over a half hour now. The huge black balls again were filled with the seed that would soon be searching for the white wife's eggs. The black man felt the rising urge deep within himself. The white husband, at home, was fighting to maintain his 4" erection without success. The white husband's cock had deflated and while now soft began simply oozing his cum onto his belly. In another house, on the other side of town, fate happened that the black stranger's cock at the same time began shooting its seed full force into the white wife's womb. "OH GOD, CUM INSIDE ME!" the white wife screamed. She followed with "OH YES, FUCK YES" as she felt spurt after spurt of the black stranger's hot sperm invading her body once again.

Eventually on both sides of town it was all over. The white husband lay on his back with a small pool of his useless sperm on his belly. As he dipped his finger into the pool and brought it to his own mouth to savor the taste of his own juices, on the other side of town his wife reached down between her legs and brought the combined juices of herself and her black lover to her lips as the black stranger finally withdrew his cock. The white husband scooped up the small pool of cum with his hand and poured it into his own mouth. He hurriedly them jumped up and put his pajamas back on fearing that his wife would return and catch him in his depravity.

Later that night when the white wife returned home to her white husband following her tryst with the large black stranger, nature would take its course. The white husband did not recognize the scent of the white woman's infidelity with the black stranger, but his body subconsciously did. As they joined each other in bed, the white husband inexplicably began kissing his wife. It had been years since they had sex on a weeknight, but the pheromones present with the wife as a result of the coupling between her and her black lover were drawing in the unsuspecting white husband. His mouth tasted the mixture of his wife's sweet saliva mixed with that of the black stranger. His cock began to stir.

The white wife didn't worry about the white husband finding her black lover's sperm inside her because he hadn't eaten the her pussy in years. They didn't realize the power of nature. The white husband sat up and removed the white wife's nightgown. Instead of putting on a condom however, the white husband laid back down halfway up his wife's body and began kissing her tits. Slowly the white husband lowered his kissing down her abdomen until he reached her trimmed bush.

The white wife was now terrified, but was afraid if she denied her husband that he would be suspicious. The white husband slid further down and forced his wife's thighs apart. The scent released between her legs intoxicated him. The white husband moved forward and extended his tongue between the white wife's pussy lips that had been stretched apart by her black lover less than one hour ago. The white husband pushed his mouth up against the white wife's pussy and began to lick and suck with all his might. The white husband was eating the black stranger's sperm, but because it had been eight years since he last ate his wife, the white husband failed to recognize that he was eating another man's cum.

Now relaxed, the white wife began enjoying the workings of the white husband's tongue on her clit. The white wife recalled the feeling of the black stranger's cock within her. The white husband regained his 4" erection and was rubbing it against the sheets as he unknowingly swallowed mouthful after mouthful of cum that his wife had received from the large black cock. The white wife began to feel yet another impending orgasm. Her black lover had already caused her to orgasm five times earlier. The white wife was thrusting her pussy up and down against her husband's mouth. Her excitement was causing the white husband's small cock to begin to twitch. Together they came. The white wife, dreaming of her black lover's cock and orgasming again while her husband's worthless cock squirted its useless seed onto the sheets beneath him.

This scene would be played out over and over again during future evenings. The white husband would forever be oblivious to the fact that a large black stranger was giving his bride her much needed sexual fulfillment. The white wife would secretly seek out her doctor for the morning after pill as well as birth control pills for her future sexual activities, but would continue to make the white husband to use condoms for their rare sexual activity. The large black man had become a part of yet another couple's marriage. This leaves only one question. Is this your wife?
(The End)

Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 04:07 PM

FUCKING MY BHABI
PART1

My name is Rohan and I am from India. I am happily married with my wife for last ten years. We have two beautiful children. We live in a Mumbai suburb. I work for a big engineering company. My bhaia and Bhabi live in Nasik, a place not far away from Mumbai.

I had a great time when I used to live in Nasik as a kid and then as a young man. Both my parents were dead in a motor accident when I was just 16. My Bhaia and Bhabi were very loving and caring and they look after me. My Bhaia used to work for a small company as a clerk. He is retired now and my Bhabi was always a housewife. She is a very good lady and I always was very close to her. My Bhabi was married to my Bhaia when she was only nineteen and my Bhaia was then twenty nine. I was born when my Bhabi was twenty.

My Bhaia was not health conscious his food habits were not good and he used to drink on a regular basis. But my Bhabi always avoided oily food and the daily chores kept her fit. I was a happy go lucky guy. I was good in studies and also on the play ground. Much of my time was devoted towards cricket and cycling.

As I grew up I often used to fantasize about making love to my Bhabi. She was the only woman in my life who was present all the time around me. I did have a huge crush on a girl who was my classmate. Her name was Anuradha, I could never propose to her till I left the school. But she was friendly to me and we used to talk and exchange notes sometime. I did not see her for a long time after she left the school.

I passed my secondary school (SSC) and opted science for higher secondary school. I was determined to become an engineer.

Everything went on as normal till I was in my third year of engineering I was 20 and my Bhaia was 50. My Bhaia suffered a stroke and was paralyzed. He was in the hospital for a week. Fortunately because of his relatively young age he regained some control over his limbs. His right side of the body was affected. He could no longer use his right hand and walked with some difficulty. He would (and still) limp and drag his right foot while walking. His speech is slurred. But otherwise he is ok. I spent a year massaging his legs, hands and back to stimulate the muscles and encourage the recovery. But despite of best of my efforts and extensive physiotherapy he could not recover completely. But anyway he doesn't have any other problems as he has given up drinking and eating oily food. He also goes for a walk everyday to keep fit.

This story is of those turbulent days when my Bhaia was brought home from the hospital.

Back To Home

I opened the door of the taxi to help my Bhaia move out of it. I pulled him out and supported him while walking towards the door of our house. Bhabi was walking next to him. I helped him get into his bed so that he could rest.

"That's it Bhaia. You rest till evening then I will give you a massage."

My Bhaia did not say anything he was too shocked because of what had happened to him.

He was about to cry.

"Don't worry Bhaia you will be alright."

I put up a brave face but I was also worried. There was always a danger of another stroke. I walked out of the bedroom and signaled my Bhabi to follow me. We went in our living room.

"Look Bhabi this is a serious situation and we must do our best to help him come out of this."

"I know Rohan."

"Follow the strict diet which doctor has prescribed and try to keep him happy."

"Ok" She said in a low voice.

The emotional trauma had drained our energy.

A few weeks after my Bhaia started some physiotherapy and I continued to massage him daily. There was some improvement in his leg but not in his right hand. This continued for months. My Bhaia took a retirement as he could no longer perform his duties. He was now getting some pension which was not enough for us to survive. This was because he did not complete his full service period. We were surviving because of some savings which my Bhaia had. Now I was totally devoted to my Bhaia and Bhabi. I had to help my Bhaia do household work, go to market for grocery, vegetables shopping etc. I also helped my Bhabi for cooking and cleaning.

My life was totally changed. I was cut off from my friends. I mostly stayed indoors after attending my collage. My Bhabi knew this and she felt very sorry for me.

One day my Bhabi asked me

"Rohan why don't you go and play cricket with your friends?"

"I can't do that Bhabi"

"Why not? Your Bhaia is now ok you can go out now."

"But I want to stay with you Bhabi, who knows when I am needed here"

"That's true but the playground is not far away from our home. I can call you if we need your help Rohan."

"No Bhabi I don't want to get into it."

"Oh Rohan you are such a good boy. Now everything is on your shoulders."

"It's ok Bhabi I will take care of everything."

My Bhabi looked in my eyes proudly.

As months passed my Bhaia's bank account was almost exhausted and we were now feeling the pinch. We had to ration everything, food, water, electricity everything. I realized this rationing is not going to help us for long. I decided to do some part time job. Luckily the owner of the company where my Bhaia worked offered me a part time job as a token of gratitude towards my Bhaia's service. I used to work five hours everyday between 7 pm to 12 am. He gave me a job of keeping records of the goods transported from the warehouse during that period.

It was very difficult for me. I was attending collage, doing home work, doing a part time job and also attending my Bhaia everyday. Those were the most painful days in my life. I often used to come home very tired and sleep as soon as I lay in my bed. During this period I went even closer to my Bhabi. She was so proud of me and would often kiss my forehead. She would often come in my bedroom in the morning and move her fingers through my hair to wake me up. Sometimes I would even get a kiss on my cheek in the morning.

I passed my engineering and got a job as an apprentice in a company. This company produces spare parts for automobiles. I was appointed as a trainee supervisor on the shop floor. The salary was not very good but now I was much relaxed as I need not study anymore. I was more interested in doing a job in Mumbai. But I decided to get some experience before moving to Mumbai.

Now I had more time for myself. I again started to have fantasies of making love to my Bhabi. Sometimes I used to feel guilty but those fantasies would come again and again.

My Bhabi was really beautiful. She was strongly built with broad shoulders. Her black eyes and dense black hair were really defying her age. Her breasts were quite big and the roundness of her bottom made her look more desirable.

As years went by my sexual frustration also increased. I was now twenty four and still virgin. My Bhaia and Bhabi did not talk about my marriage because they were worried if I moved out they will be left to fend themselves.

I am disciplined

One Saturday my Bhaia had gone out for a walk. I was sitting in the living room watching morning news. My Bhabi came with two cups of tea and offered me one and sat besides me sipping her own cup. I always felt good when she sat beside me like this. On the news channel they were showing some murder case because of some sexual reasons.

"This guy should be hanged" said my Bhabi.

"That's not fair Bhabi. He is just a suspect, not yet guilty"

"I know I know but he must be the one"

"Bhabi but he could have also done this because of some frustration"

One thing led to another and our discussion went on and on and finally it took a dramatic turn when I asked her

"Bhabi can I ask you one thing?"

"Anything dear, go on"

"Bhabi it is very personal"

"Ok no problem ask me"

"Bhabi how is Bhaia?"

"What is so personal in this? You know he is good now"

"Not that" I said.

"Then what?" she asked

"I mean how is he in ... in the bed?" I chew my tongue as I asked her.

She did not reply and seemed crestfallen.

"Bhabi don't misunderstand me Bhabi."

She looked at me confused what her dewar wants to know.

"I just want to know if Bhaia can perform after his stroke that's all Bhabi, and I am sorry if I have offended you."

Her tension eased as she realized what my concern was.

"Its nothing Rohan"

"Means?" I asked

"I don't know how to talk about it with you."

"Its ok Bhabi I am sorry."

"No Rohan why you should be sorry? You are grown up and as like my son you have the right to ask. But I don't know what to tell you. I always wanted to talk about this with someone." Her vice cracked.

"Tell me Bhabi may be you will feel relieved." I said.

"Rohan your Bhaia can not do anything after the stroke"

"Oh no Bhabi."

"Yes Rohan , few months after his stroke I tried, but could not get him going. He can not get "it" up."

"So how do you.. I mean uh I mean" I wanted to ask her how she satisfies herself.

"When it becomes unbearable I do it myself." she knew what I wanted to ask.

I was getting turned on by all this talk.

"It must be very hard on you Bhabi. It has been four years now."

"Yeah but what can be done" she finished her tea and kept the cup on the table.

"Bhabi it has been four years for you, but for me it has been ages"

I was turned on by the nature of talk between us. I kept my cup on the table and moved near her and put my arms around her. I pulled her towards me and I tried to kiss her lips. She immediately got up pushing me away.

"What you are doing Rohan?" She was furious.

"I just.."

She slapped on my cheek. She had never slapped me that hard ever before.

"Bhabi I just"

"Shut up Rohan. I always thought I don’t have children….. so what…. you are like my son. I talked about your Bhaia's disability and my frustration because there is nobody with whom I can talk on this issue."

"I am sorry Bhabi, please forgive me." I hung my face in shame and walked towards my bedroom.

I was devastated by the insult and shame. I did not go out of the room as I did not have courage to face my Bhabi again. I did not even go out to have lunch. My Bhaia asked me to come out for lunch but I told him that I was not hungry he did not ask me again and left. I was praying that Bhabi should not tell anything to my Bhaia.

In the evening my Bhaia went out for a walk. My Bhabi came in my room. I was lying head down on the bed. She came and sat on the edge of the bed and moved her hand over my back.

"Get up Rohan. You must be hungry. I have brought some thing for you to eat"

"I am not hungry" I said keeping my head down. I had no courage to look at her.

"Don't be silly. Forget what happened and get up now," she said affectionately.

She was moving her hand over my back and that touch was very assuring. Eventually I mustered enough courage and turned around. I was still avoiding an eye contact with her.

"Forget everything Rohan. Have this"

She offered me a cup of tea and a piece of cake. I took the cake and finished it in a flash as I was too hungry. My Bhabi laughed.

"See I told you. You are hungry you can't hide anything from me. Wait I will bring some more cake for you," she said and went into the kitchen.

She came back with a few more pieces of cake. She was now smiling. This gave me enough encouragement to finally face her. I looked in her eyes.

"Bhabi I.."

"Shhhhh" she kept her finger on my lips.

"Its ok Rohan. Actually I am feeling sorry that I slapped you. You are now grown up"

"I am sorry Bhabi. You are so beautiful you always turn me on"

On hearing this she blushed.

"Rohan don't talk like that."

"Bhabi just as you I am also frustrated. What happened today was because of this frustration. I will not let it happen again Bhabi. may be it's time to look for a bride for me. I wish I have a wife like you"

She looked at me. I saw she looked worried.

"Ok have these," she gave the cake to me.

"Rohan I am sorry dear I slapped you."

"No Bhabi it is your right. But please don't tell Bhaia"

"Off course I won't let him know anything." She assured me.

"Ok dear we will talk later on this."

She smiled and turned around to leave the room. I could not but watch her beautiful bottom sway as she moved out. I was aching to make love to her but the taboo of incest was coming in the way. I brushed off the thoughts and moved my attention towards the cake. I was much relieved now and after eating I moved in the living room to watch TV.

That night I had dinner with my Bhaia and Bhabi and retired to my bedroom early.

And it happened

I was not able to sleep because of the events accrued during the day. I was also thinking of ways to seduce my beloved Bhabi. But slowly I drifted towards sleep. I woke up when I heard the noise at my door. Somebody was trying to open it. I got up from my bed and walked towards the door and stood there a few feet away. Finally the door opened and my Bhabi walked in!

"Ugghh" she kept her palm over her mouth as she saw me standing there. She was stunned.

She then moved inside and pushed the door and without turning around slid the latch to lock it from inside. My heart began to pound as I could imagine what she was up to. We both were standing where we were, confused and not sure what to do. I was confused because she slapped me for my advances, but the same woman has now herself come to me. She was confused because she did not know how to react.

"Bhabi" I whispered.

"Shhh slowly your Bhaia may wake up." And she walked towards me.

I also walked towards her. We were now very close to each other face to face. Not knowing what to do, I tentatively put my hands around her waist and again dropped them down. I was totally confused. She also placed her hands over my chest and pulled them back. We were riding in the same boat. We wanted it to happen but we were not sure how to start it. Finally I gathered enough courage and placed my hands around her waist and pulled her towards me. I broke the ice and the result was very sweet because my Bhabi also put her hands around my back and hugged me tightly.

"Ohhh Rohan" she whispered.

"Bhabi I can't believe this" I whispered.

"Rohan in the evening you said I turn you on" she whispered.

"Yes Bhabi yes"

We were both moving our hands over each others back. She was rubbing her face against my chest planting small kisses. My breathing had increased and my dick was rock hard. My Bhabi was also breathing heavily. Her breasts were pressed hard against my body. I lifted her chin. It was dark and I was not able to see the expressions on her face. I slowly placed my lips on her lips and kissed her. She moaned and increased her grip around my back even further. Her soft beautiful body was pressing hard against me. It was dark and only the moonlight coming through the semi transparent windows provided some visibility. She looked towards me, her beautiful big eyes were shining in the moon light. She pulled me towards her by grabbing my hair and placed her lips on my lips and kissed me once twice thrice and then slipped her tongue inside my mouth. I had never been with a woman before and this was an attack on me which I had never expected. My Bhabi was filled with lust and she was frantically sucking my tongue. She was moaning with pleasure and rubbing her body against mine. Her soft body and her sweet smell was driving me mad. My heart was pounding and my dick was aching.

"Shhhh ahhhh Rohan I want you inside me Rohan" she whispered.

"Bhabi it's feeling so good"

"Shhh Rohan don't raise your voice your Bhaia will wake up"

"Ok" I said in a low voice and we moved towards my bed.

My Bhabi lay there on her back. I was on top of her on all my four. She was now in between my limbs.

"What if Bhaia wakes up Bhabi?" I asked.

"Don't worry he won't wake up so easily. I have given him an extra pill today. But keep your voice low." She whispered.

She was breathing heavily and her breasts were rising and falling with her each breath. I moved down and kissed her. Then I placed my face in between her breasts and started rubbing it against them. She began to moan with pleasure. She grabbed my hair and pressed my face hard against her breasts. I was now kissing her breasts frantically. I slowly moved my hands behind her back to unhook her blouse. Suddenly she pushed me away.

"Don't Rohan, don't remove it. We don't have time. It takes time to dress up again" she whispered.

She then pulled me towards her and kissed me and pulled my shorts below my waist. I quickly got rid of those along with my underwear. I pulled my T-shirt over my head and totally bared myself. She again pulled me towards her and moved her palms over my shoulders my chest and my nipples.

"Wow Rohan you are so strong" she whispered and pulled me over her. She put her arms around my back and pressed me hard against her.

"Shhhhhh aaaaahhhh Rohaaaaannnn" she moaned in a low voice.

My dick was paining now as it had gathered blood from all parts of my body. My Bhabi was holding me tight against her, moaning, twisting and turning in the bed. Suddenly she released her hands and bend her legs in the knee. She then raised her bottom and pulled her sari and petticoat above her waist.

My heart began to pound frantically as my Bhabi was now asking me to enter her. The very thought of entering her was driving me crazy. She was filled with lust and was breathing heavily. I lowered myself over her. She quickly put her arms around my back and pulled me tightly over her.

"Lagade Rohan…..do it" she whispered and spread her legs.

I wanted to remove her panty so I lay my hands over her waist trying to locate it. She was not wearing any panty.

"I have already removed it before coming here." She whispered in my ear.

So my Bhabi was determined to do this. This somewhat eased my hesitation. I placed my dick in between her legs. She quickly placed it on the entrance of her pussy by holding it in one hand and parting her pussy lips by the fingers of other hand.

"Come Rohan get inside my body" she whispered in my ear.

I slowly pushed my dick inside her moist pussy.

"Ohh maaa" I moaned with pleasure.

"Ssssss Aaaaaahhhhhh" My Bhabi moaned as I went in.

I began to move in and out of her pussy. She would raise her waist with my every forward movement. She was moaning with pleasure and I was too excited to see my Bhabi moaning with my dick inside her. We were both breathing heavily and our hearts were pounding as never before. Her pussy was now wet and soapy and yet it was giving my dick a tight and cosy embrace. Our churned love juices were flowing out of her pussy wetting my balls.

"Thora jor se Rohan……. Faster…… " she said in a hoarse voice.

I increased my rhythm. She seemed to enjoy that. I could see the pleasure on her face. Her eyes were closed and she was clasping the bed sheet in her hands.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh Ssssssssshhhhh Aaaaaahhhhhh"she moaned.

"Ohhh maaa it feels so good Ssssshhhh Aaaaaaahhhhhhh"

I was now moving frantically between her legs. Her breasts were swaying up and down trying to get out of her blouse. My bed was cracking creating small sounds. Her glass bangles were colliding against each other creating a sound 'cling-cling-cling' All these things were advertising what we were doing. But fortunately the door was closed and the noise generated was also not too loud.

"Aaaahhhhh Rohan Sssshhhh Aaaahhhh" she spread her legs wide apart while moaning.

"Bhabi I can't hold Bhabi Sssshhhh Aaaahhhh."

"Rohaaaaan I am Coming Rohan Ssssssshhhh Aaaahhhhhh"

"Ohhh Bhabiaaaa ssssssssshhhh Agghhhhhhhhhhh"

I came shooting my semen inside her.

"Aaaiiiighhhhhhh Ssssssshhhhh Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh" she screamed in a very low voice.

She arched her back, raised her waist forcing her pussy towards my dick. Waves after waves of ecstasy ran through our bodies. She champed her legs against my bottom pressing me deep inside her. Her pussy was pulsating and so was my dick. I was still spraying inside her pussy and her pussy was happily accepting the filling. I lay on top of her. Her eyes were closed and face clearly showed the pleasure. We were in that position for some time. After a while she opened her eyes and kissed me gently.

"Wow Rohan that was mind blowing"

"For me too Bhabi. In fact this is my first time."

"Oh dear you have to wait for this so long" she giggled.

"Bhabi you are fantastic"

"You are a good lover honey" she said.

"You too Bhabi."

"Wow Rohan after four long years I finally got what I wanted" and she kissed me. She looked satisfied and relaxed.

"I never had such an orgasm before" she said

"Bhabi this is not the first and last time?" I asked her.

"No honey I will sneak in whenever I can." She smiled

"Wow Bhabi that's great." I whispered and kissed her.

"Ok honey I should go now before your Bhaia wakes up and finds out"

"Ok Bhabi." And I pulled out of her.

She immediately went out of my bedroom and rushed towards the bathroom. I watched her beautiful bottom sway as she walked out. I was in heaven, still lying naked on the bed. My fantasy had become a reality. Till it happened I have never imagined it will happen.
(To Be Continued On Page 3)

Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 04:07 PM

MOM FUCKED ON A PICNIC

TAKEN FROM THE NET AND REMIXED. SO ALL THE CREDIT GOES TO THE ORIGINAL WRITER.
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It was always good to go on picnics. I loved it when I got to tag along. When I was taken along it was a picnic or else it was a company outing where kids of the employees were not allowed. My father worked for this big MNC and he was in senior management. They always had these get together and company outings.
My father would take my mother and go for the outings. Whenever it was informal I would also go. It was during gone of these outings that I came to know what was really happening there. My mother was a simple house wife who adjusted well with living my fathers lifestyle of having guests over and organizing things for parties and stuff like that. She did her house chores and didn't want to spend too much time outdoors. She was sexy in a homely way, like she didn't wear anything exposing but had a good figure. She was on the fatter side with big ass and huge boobs which were always concealed in her sari. Very rarely did anyone get a glimpse of her cleavage which was really deep.
All that said I never had any sexual thoughts about her but like all adult males, I too wouldn't have missed a chance to see her naked. Up till now I had never ever got a chance. This one day we had gone on an outing with my dad's boss regional manager Mr. Sharma, territory manager Mr.Vicky Malhotra and my father's colleague Sunil and Deepak uncle. Sunil uncle’s wife Nidhi aunty was also there with us. We left for the farm out of town; this was the company farm, more like a trekking area. We reached there and I helped mom get the things out in a clearing right in the middle of the jungle. Nidhi aunty spread out the sheet and we all settled on it.
Just when we were about to sit I saw Mr. Vicky brush against Nidhi Auntie’s ass. She didn't notice it and I thought it was by mistake. Then all five men got the beers and started boozing. Mr. Sharma was very courteous and offered my mom the snacks. After a while came the big problem, there was no water and firewood; apparently someone had forgotten to get it along.
As junior guys Sunil uncle Deepak uncle and my father got up to go get the water and collect some wood. My mom said they should take me along too so that there will be help in getting the wood. I was not ready to go with them but my mom suddenly got very angry and said that’s why she don’t like to take me in these outings because I don’t obey her. I don’t understand why mom force me to go with them. So off we went, My father, Sunil uncle and Deepak uncle and me. We were all looking for wood and water from the nearby stream. Nearby still meant a one hour walk.
I really didn't want to walk so much and wasn't so enthusiastic about it so I just walked slowly and was lagging behind. Half way I had lost them, they were in their own world, talking business. I walked back taking a long route back. I came up on to the clearing from the other side and saw only Nidhi aunty and Mr. Vicky Malhotra was there. But My mom and Mr. Sharma was not there.
I was surprised, to see that Mr. Vicky was laying on the lap of Nidhi aunty and they were chatting and laughing for something. Suddenly I heard rustling sound in the nearby bush. I crept slowly sideways, not going into the clearing at all. I came up around the bush, hiding behind it, and what I saw could have killed me with a heart attack. My mom was lying on the other sheet we had got; her sari was all pulled up to her waist along with her petticoat. Her legs were spread out and her knees were pulled up giving Sharma the best position to lick her big cunt. I couldn't believe it that my demure mother was lying naked getting her cunt licked by another man than my father. Sharma was a big man but was still lost between my mother's huge thighs. I moved back till I had the view from right behind Sharma, facing my sleeping mom. Sharma had spread her engorged outer lips with his probing tongue. He licked her slit, open now, inside her inner pink cunt lips, ran his tongue all around the fleshy hole a deep red on the outside, pink on the inside. He swallowed her flowing juices, running from her pussy and wetting his face.
My mom had one hand on his head and the other one she had in her mouth to stop herself from making too much noise. She had her eyes closed and was lost to the world. Sharma pulled himself up, wiping the wetness from his face. He was on his knees when he opened my mothers blouse and pulled her up to un-strap the bra. I couldn't see her nipples till one rolled to the side.
Sharma was covering the view. I had to shift position again to get a better angle. Sharma had her nipples aroused by pinching them, the brown areola stood hard. He then started sucking them like a baby, cupping her breasts underneath, pulling them up to press against his face. He sucked and played with her breasts for at list 5 minutes. He was literally rolling in them. While licking he raised his ass a bit, put his one hand down and held his cock. He was positioning himself to enter my mom. He shuffled a bit, put his cock in her wet entrance and waited a second just to be sure he was going the right way.
With his hairy chest resting on my mom's big boobs he swiped his cock head up and down her pulsing cunt lips. He spread them slowly. Then he moved the large black head down and entered her slowly, sliding inch after inch of his dick into her moist fuck hole. He kept moving forward until he was buried all the way into her cunt, his pubic hairs smashed against hers, till his balls were resting in the crack of her fat buttock cheeks.
He started riding his cock into her, pulling it back, pumping it in, slow, long, steady strokes. Then as my mom started moaning, lifting her ass up to meet his thrusts, he fucked her faster, making loud sloppy sounds. “FLOP, FLOP, FLOP, FLOP”. I could see his cock coming out glistening with her cum and again get lost in the pink hole. Her cunt had become a tight ring around his fat cock. He rested his shoulders on her and put both his hands below her ass cheeks, gripping her ass and lifting her more to smash his groin into her. His hands were small for her big ass.
He was still fucking her vigorously when I saw Mr Vicky was now playing and molesting Nidhi auntie’s breasts under her blouse sitting in the other sheet placed on the clearings.
Meanwhile Sharma had his ass tightened he was unloading his seed into my mom. This turned me on more seeing my mom take in someone else's cum into her pussy so willingly. My balls were about to burst. I had to control, then I saw Mr. Vicky was already removing his pants on the other side. Then he came near the bush with Nidhi aunty. Time was running out for them. My mom she was adjusting her dress. Mr. Sharma also putting his pants and adjusting it in the right position. Mom was laughing and saying to Mr. Sharma that this time he fucked her longer than the previous picnic. Mr. Sharma answered that after fucking her for all these years he was getting expert to handle her properly. Then Mr. Sharma said to Mr. Vicky to come behind the bush to take the position and said they are now ready to go to the clearings. Nidhi aunty asked my mom that she had the fun or not mom answered fucking anyone other than her husband was always gives her tremendous pleasure.
Nidhi aunty laid in the same position like my mom was and removed her sari and petticoat towards her waist. She also opened her blouse and removed her breasts. Then she said “don’t waists much time sucking my milk because time is running out. You should remember that in previous picnic you could not fuck me properly because of lack of available time.” “Yes your husband almost caught us that day” Mr. Vicky replied. Then he again said “don’t worry this time I will fuck you directly without wasting any time but you have to make me one promise that you call me in your house one day and let me enjoy your milk as long as I want.” Nidhi aunty said “Ok baba Ok, my son is just one year old and I should have milk in my breasts for another one or two years. I will arrange something for you and feed you as much as you wish”. Mr Vicky did not waste any time and entered her quickly. Nidhi aunty was already wet because Mr. Vicky was fondling and playing with her boobs when my mom and Mr. Sharma were fucking behind this bush.
Mr. Vicky started humping without hesitation, thrusting his cock in to her wet pussy. Within a minute he started pounding like an animal. Nidhi Aunties boobs were bouncing in every direction. Her eyes were closed but she was moaning very loudly.
Suddenly My mom called Mr. Vicky from the clearings saying “Mr Vicky she is moaning very loudly and our husbands may come by anytime.” Mr. Vicky and Nidhi aunty ware not in a mood to listen this advice. They ware really enjoying their fucking. Nidhi aunty was now sitting on top of Mr. Vicky’s hard cock and going up and down to take his road in and out. Vicky grabbed her flabby ass cheeks, shaking up and down. He raised himself up and caught one of the big nipples which were flopping about. He licked and sucked her nipples as she fucked him harder and faster. He had to leave her ass and grab the boobs to keep them from bouncing about. Nidhi aunties belly and now ass cheeks made a big flopping sound as she humped herself on him.
then suddenly she was started cumming heavily; Mr.Vicky was also shooting his cum into her pussy. She just fell exhausted over him, breathing hard. They didn't waste much time getting up and straightening themselves, I ran in to the woods and wanked my cock , I didn't need to do much , as soon as I touched my engorged cock I was erupting. I herd mom saying to Mr. Sharma “why don’t you send my husband in a office tour and come to my home one day. You come in the afternoon when my son will be in the school and we could enjoy some hard fucking session. Mr. Sharma promised my mom that he will arrange a tour very soon to send my father for an office tour for few days. This was too much for me. I returned much later to the clearing, till then my father was back and everyone was just starting to eat. Things were back to normal. No one would know till today.(end)

Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 04:08 PM

FUCKING A RURAL HOUSE WIFE

TAKEN THE STORY FROM THE NET AND CHANGE IT TO GIVE THE READERS SOMETHING NEW. BUT STILL... ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE ORIGINAL WRITER
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Rural women are doubtlessly hotter than the make-believe horny urban bitches. This is a true experience I encountered during one of my medical tours. My name is Mukesh Khanna. I work for a reputed multinational NGO as a doctor. My organization gives medical support to urban underdeveloped villages in India. For my organization I have to visit some of the north eastern zones of India for giving temporary medical support to the govt. health centres. I am 27 years old with a strong heavy macho physique. Most females in the city of Delhi admitted to me that I have a strong sex appeal. This way I had lots of chances to enjoy sex with numerous young sexy urban biches. Once as usual I was travelling to a place called ------ in ------ which has large coal mines. In those parts the common transport are jeeps (other than the buses i.e.). When I got off from the train I realized I had lost the address and phone numbers I needed for references to reach my destination venue. I felt completely isolated in the unfamiliar place. The guy who had been travelling with me all the way from Delhi alongwith his wife and a just-born baby offered to help me out. He said I could come to his house and stay until I could locate my destination. I accepted his offer and joined him in his jeep. I was told it was about 2 to 3 hours drive to his house. His name was Lakhan Seth and his wife was Juhiya or something like that (I couldn’t understand their pronunciations properly). Lakhan Seth and his few other male friends sat in the front seats along with his wife and kid. I sat in the back side with all the luggage and goods. There was a partition between where I sat and the others in the front. We couldn’t see each other. Lakhan Seth seemed pretty inconsiderate towards his wife because a little later I smelt a lot of smoke from bidis which the men must’ve been smoking. Juhiya didn’t seem comfortable with all that smoke while bearing a child in arm, so she was told to sit in the back seat with me. Lakhan Seth didn’t seem to even bother letting his wife sit with a stranger in the partitioned back seat. Juhiya came and sat next to me as there was no other place with loads of parcels stuffed together with me. There was very little space for the two of us, hence terribly uncomfortable. Juhiya squeezed herself in whatever little space was there between the door and me. From the brief association with her, I noticed Juhiya was a shy and dominated woman. But she had a strong passion in her big wide beautiful eyes. She kept her entire body from head to toe covered under the saree so I could only see her eyes. Yet her overall figure confirmed that she was well-shaped inside. Even in the train I had noticed she had to frequently breastfeed the baby. Each time she secretly opened her blouse and bra to feed the baby my eyes tried to get a glimpse of her tits from any possible angle. I felt myself like another baby wanting to desperately suck on her nipples. When she sat sticking close to me, it was first her buttocks that pressed deep into my hand which was placed exactly under her buttock. Neither of us could avoid the situation due to lack of space. Knowing the helplessness, she didn’t seem to mind. But the heat from her ass was burning my hand and eventually the soul, sending a powerful temptation of lust for her. My mouth was watering and whole face was sweating. Juhiya noticed that and giggled a bit and looked the other way. I felt provoked by her laughing at me. So I tried to move my hand so as to feel her ass even more. This turned her on too. But being the typical shy and fearful village woman she didn’t say or do much except for closing her eyes tightly encouraging me to do more. I squeezed her ass nicely. Just then the baby cried again for milk. She looked embarrassed wondering how to feed the baby in front of me. I simply turned my face in opposite direction to make her feel comfortable. She covered her head and whole upper portion with the saree and carefully opened the blouse buttons and also the bra. I could see a shadow figure of her bare tits thru the thin saree material against the strong outside light. I felt possessed by an evil spirit forcing my hands to pull away the saree to get a mouthful of her huge balls. But due to the child I had to control myself. Yet at the slightest jerk of the jeep I tried to brush my hands or elbows against her most sensitive parts. She was getting the message and seemed to agree in co-operating with me but at a later time. Later when we reached their house I saw that Lakhan Seth owned a reasonably big bungalow. He said he runs a transport company and own quite a few trucks therefore has to often go outstation. He tried to convince me that even if he may not be there with us his wife will see to it that I am
comfortable and fulfil all my needs. My mind had other wilder ideas about fulfilment of needs and waited eagerly to know when he had to leave for such an outstation trip and for how long would he be away. Next morning he told me he had to go to Madras and it might keep him away for nearly 15 days. Once again he gave lots of instructions to Juhiya that she should look after me very well and see to it that I am not deprived of any necessities. Saying so, he left Juhiya and me alone with the harmless kid. My mind could think of nothing other than the desire to have sex with Juhiya. I eagerly waited for any opportunity to see her in any sexy positions. My eyes were on high alert. The first day in their house, Juhiya served me a good wholesome breakfast but all the time her head and the whole body was fully kept covered under the saree. My desperation was growing to see her intimate parts. Immediately after serving me breakfast the child was crying. Juhiya ran to her baby to feed it. The child was lying in the main hall at the entrance. Their house is in a quiet isolated area so I think she was used to breastfeeding the baby even in the open room. Keeping her self covered fully in the saree was the only precaution she used to take. She didn’t know that the bright light from the doorway behind her gave me a nice shadow view of her luscious balls freed from captivity of bra and blouse. There was a stairway leading to some rooms upstairs. I quietly tiptoed to an upper level from where I could see her bare breasts more clearly. She didn’t know about it. I could hardly sleep that night. My dick was giving me too much trouble and my mouth kept imagining that it is the mouth of the baby sucking on Juhiya’s tits. The whole night I was looking out for any chance to see her somewhere in the house or to catch her doing something private. I was given a room upstairs and Juhiya’s room was downstairs. Time passed and it was 5am already. I kept looking for Juhiya. Then I saw her walking out of her room lazily stretching her body. She had not imagined I will be waiting looking out for her so early in the morning. That’s when I saw her with the saree falling off her shoulder carelessly. She was preparing to go for a bath. In the villages they usually don’t have bathrooms inside the house. It is usually located in the backyard or any other part of compound. These people had it in their backyard. It had three walls with a large bush in front instead of door and there was no roof. From my room upstairs I could see everything clearly inside the bathroom. I was peeping from my window when she looked up towards my room to see if I was there watching by any chance. I quickly hid myself. Then after a few minutes I peeped again. She seemed convinced that I may be still sleeping. Holy cow! It was the most memorable sight for me to see her slowly taking off the saree and then all the other clothes one by one. I saw her fully naked only for half a minute. After that she tied her petticoat above the boobs. I suppose that’s the traditional way for women to have bath in villages. She was pouring water all over her body and enjoying the fresh feeling. When she was applying soap she had to lift the petticoat for the insides. Those were the few other quick glimpses I got of her private areas. It was still little dark so I couldn’t see it all in much detail. But even that was hot enough to kindle the fire of desire in my body. I felt every nerve in me burning like coal from the mines. Juhiya had hardly finished her bath when the baby started to cry again. She looked angry that she can’t even have a proper bath because of the baby all the time crying. I saw her leaving everything as it was and running to her room in only the petticoat. In her room I heard her shouting and giving gaalis to the kid for being such a nuisance. To shut up the child’s crying I think she had to feed the baby again. I took opportunity of this moment. I quickly ran downstairs straight away barging into her room to ask if the baby was okay and if I could help in any way. Juhiya was shocked to see me suddenly and I was shocked to see that Juhiya had dropped down the petticoat and was sitting full naked since she didn’t expect me. We both were so shocked with the unexpected shocks. My throat ran dry. I was speechless. Since I had asked if there was any way I could help, she laughed shyly and said “What can you do? Can you feed my baby when I’m busy with something else?” I just smiled but didn’t move away from there. Instead I went closer to her and sat down on the floor. She was on her bed with legs down. I touched her legs gently and said “Now you have double responsibility. I am also thirsty for that milk. So now you have to breastfeed the baby as well as me”. She laughed again shyly. Then she held me by the arm and said “Saabji, please don’t sit down. Come, sit up on the bed”. As I sat on the bed she quickly pulled a bed sheet to cover herself. I pulled the blanket away again and threw it far off. There was nothing else nearby that she could use for covering her body. She simply made a gesture with her hand to say “Wait till the baby goes to sleep”. I was very pleased she agreed to my proposal. I was dying to get
my hands and mouth and dick to attack her body juicy body which was fresher after the bath. I was getting so desperate that I wanted to actually throw the baby out of the window. But I had now choice. It was not my baby. So I had to wait. After half an hour the baby was fast asleep. My eyes had not moved from her hardcore sex-bombshell of a body. She slowly looked to see what I was upto. I crawled on the bed and lie down putting my head in her lap. It was very warm. I kissed her navel and the whole stomach portion. There was lot of hair on her pussy like a dense forest. I brushed my fingers thru the mini jungle wet as if it had rained in the forest. They were her sexy juices, the first sign of orgasm and a green signal to take off to the seventh heaven. I helped her lie down as well and then licked up the whole frontal parts of her body. Later turned her over and did the same with the full back side. I specially enjoyed licking the ass and the cunt. Since she was already a mother of one child she also had good experience in sex. But her desperation for my dick told me that her husband did not satisfy all her sexual needs. Maybe because he was more busy earning money and not caring for her so much. She grabbed my dick violently and started madly biting on it like a bitch. It was painful for me but I didn’t want to disappoint her. With her continuous sucking on my dick suddenly there was loads of ejaculation flowing like a river. I let her drink quite a bit. The rest I poured all over her tits, stomach and pussy and spread it then licked it up myself for a long time. She opened her pussy flaps widely and begged me to quickly push in my dick which she dying for. We fucked and fucked for the next couple of hours. We practiced various styles in the following few days. After a week I remembered I had business to attend to. Juhiya had made me forget everything.
The day I had to leave she looked very sad. She requested me “why don’t you take me with you”. I told her that I like to take her with me but I don’t want your baby. She said I know how to get rid of my baby.I asked her how? She said she will give the baby to one of her close relative who is desperately looking to adopt a baby. I asked about her husband also. But she said she will manage him. I went to Delhi leaving her. After few days she send me a telegram saying that she is ready to leave. I went to the village to take her with me. She was waiting in the station. I asked her about the baby. She told me that she already given the baby to her relative and they are very very happy to get the child. And her husband also supported the idea as he was looking for a male child. I asked her how she managed her husband. She said her husband Lakhan went to Jharkhand today morning. After he was gone she wrote a letter to her husband explaining the reason why she is leaving him and requesting him not to search for her. Then she came to the station. I asked her how you know your husband will not search for you? she said she knows her husband very well. Her husband will be very happy to get rid of her. Because he can remarry again and try for a boy with his new wife. Now we are leaving happily as a husband wife and she gave birth of a beautiful boy

Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 04:10 PM

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE

PART1
(RMAINING PART OF THIS STORY IS ON PAGE 57)

My wife Priya and I are in our late 20s, have been married for 4 years, and have been
living in America for over a year in a Midwestern town. I am a tech consultant and she
was a school teacher back home in India. We were high school sweethearts, so even
though we have been married only four years, we have been together for almost 15
years. We moved to the US because I got a great job offer from a rapidly growing biotech
firm. They were willing to pay me a six figure salary and sponsor green cards for me and
Priya. Initially after we moved to the US, the plan was to have our first baby that Priya
would stay home and look after. But after months of trying, when we couldn't conceive,
we went to doctors and found out that there was a problem with her tubes and she could
never conceive. After the disappointment of never being able to conceive ebbed, Priya
decided that she wanted to become a school teacher again. So she decided to enroll in an
education degree program in a local community college.
We pretty much settled into a regular routine - me with my job and Priya with her classes.
She was delighted with the coursework, her instructors and the overall program, and the
determination to become a school teacher in the US seemed to make her forget her
inability to have kids. All her classes during the first semester were timed such that I'd
drop her off at the college on my way to work at 9 am and pick her up on the way back at
6 pm. But in the second semester, her classes ended at 2 pm. So I could still drop her to
school, but she either had to sit around doing nothing for four hours waiting for me, or
then take a bus. And waiting for a bus in the brutal Midwestern winter was not something
one looks forward to. So we decided to buy a second car, this one for her.
Priya was very excited about what would be the first ever car that would be exclusively
hers. She started making decisions about the model and the color of the car, as well as
about some features she wanted pre-installed. And she was being very finicky. When the
second semester was just about to start, she finally picked one to buy, the dealer told us
that the particular model we wanted in the particular color Priya had her mind set on,
would take 2 months to be delivered. I suggested that she should get it in another color,
because a 2 month delay would mean either sitting around for 4 hours when her classes
ended early, or then taking a bus in the cold weather. But Priya was adamant. She said
she would wait everyday for two months at college, or if she got too bored, take the bus
home. She was so hell-bent on getting that particular car, I had to relent.
For the first week or so, she waited at school for me to pick her up. But one day in the
second week, I got a call from her at 2 pm.
"Hi Ajit!" she said sounding very happy.
"Hi honey, what's up?" I asked.
"Great news. I am getting a ride home from a classmate today." she said, almost giggling
with delight.
"Oh, that's nice. Who is it?" I asked.
"Guy named Ramon. Our house is on his way back."
"Cool. So you won't have to wait for me today." I said.
"Yeah!"
That's when I heard the beep of call waiting.
"Anyway, I am getting another call. I'll see you at home." I said and hung up.
When I got home, Priya told me that Ramon had offered to drop her home everyday if she
liked, and asked me if she should accept. I said why not. It was great that her ordeal of
having to wait for me would not last for two months. I suggested that she offer to split the
fuel expenses. The next day, Priya said she had offered to split the expenses, but Ramon
had refused saying it wasn't necessary.
Which did not surprise me at all. Men are always happy to pay for good looking women.
And as far as looks go, Priya was a bombshell. At 5 ft 3 she wasn't tall enough to become
a model. But if not for her height, she easily could have become one. She had a flawless
milky white complexion and a heart-shaped face with grey eyes. As if the face itself wasn't
attractive enough, she had perfectly shaped 34C boobs without any sag, and an hourglass
figure with a petite waist and a curvy well rounded ass. And below the ass, she had the
slender and contoured legs of a goddess. My wife always drew second and even third
glances from strangers, which always made me feel lucky that I managed to bag her early
in high school. Because there was no way a beauty like her would have reached adulthood
without being pursued by dozens of eligible men more attractive than me.
So I could understand why Ramon was happy to have my beautiful wife in his car every
day and not take any money for it. I am sure he would have paid her to let him drop her
home. he had to have been attracted to her. Few men weren't.
And sure enough, a couple of days later, I got the evidence of his being attracted to her.
"Something awkward happened today." Priya said to me as soon as I stepped in the door.
"Is that so?" I asked.
"Today, when Ramon drove me here and I was about to get out of the car, he asked me if
I'd like to go have coffee with him." she said, blushing a bit.
"Ah ha. And what did you say?"
"I didn't know what exactly he meant. If he was asking just as a friend or something else.
I mean, he knows I am married. So it couldn't have been like a date type thing, right?"
Priya asked me sincerely.
"How would I know? I have never even met the guy. Anyway, what did you say?" I asked.
"I just said I had homework to do, so maybe some other time." she said.
"You said some other time?"
"I know. I was just sort of avoiding it. But that actually made him happy. He said sure, we
could do it some other time. When? let's make a date. And then took out his palm pilot
and started looking at his calendar!" she said.
"Well, what do you expect? So what did you say?" I asked.
"Nothing. I just said, no, I am not sure of my plans. And I just got out of the car and
came inside." she said.
"Hmmm. OK."
"So what do you think, Ajit?"
"What do I think about what, honey?"
"Should I just stop getting a ride from him?" she asked, with a worried look on her face.
I thought about her question. Actually, I pretended to think about her question. Because
truth is told, the idea of some guy flirting with my wife turned me on a little bit. I had
always enjoyed reading erotic stories where men liked to see their wives with others. And
I had fantasized very often about Priya and other men. But I had never quite mustered up
the courage to actually share these fantasies with her. And now that there was an actual
guy flirting with her, I was intrigued to see how the situation would unfold.
"No, that'd be silly." I finally said. "So he asked you out. who wouldn't? You're a bomb,
and you know it."
"Ajit!!" she said blushing.
"Oh yeah, you're a bomb. In fact if you were married to someone else, I'd still want to go
after you." I said, pulling her in my arms.
"He he, you're such a rogue." she said, and hid her face in my chest.
"That I am. But anyway, seriously, I don't think it's that big a deal. You should still take
rides from him. We're in America now. People asking each other out on dates is normal.
And refusing them is normal too." I said.
And that's where the matter ended. Or so I thought for a couple of days, because Priya
didn't bring up Ramon and I didn't ask about him either. But then one day, as we were
having dinner talking about each other's days, Priya suddenly said,
"You know, this Ramon guy is getting very naughty with each passing day."
"What? what do you mean each passing day?" I asked, surprised and a little curious.
"Well, ever since that day when he asked me for the coffee thing, he has been acting a lot
more flirtatiously." she said looking at me.
"How so?" I asked.
"Well, honestly, nothing really too drastic. But not too minor either. He compliments me
on what I am wearing or how I look."
"Yeah, but that's normal, isn't it?" I asked.
"Yes, but sometimes it is beyond just the "you look pretty today" which other people say
too. Like two days back, he told me how my eyes are enchanting, and how once he looks
into them, it is very difficult to look away." she said, shrugging.
"Ok..." this was getting interesting.
"And yesterday he said I had the most perfect luscious lips he had ever seen. Not too thin,
not too pouty. And he envied you for getting to kiss them whenever you wanted." she
said.
"Wow. That is some heavy flirting." I said, getting a little excited at the idea.
"Anyway, I didn't pay much attention to that. But then, today he asked me on a date
again. This time dinner and drinks downtown." she said.
"What?" I said, almost spitting my food out. I was not surprised that he asked Priya out,
but that she seemed so calm about it.
"Yeah, but don't worry. I firmly refused. And then I told him that all his flirting and
comments and everything was making me uncomfortable and I was thinking of not taking
rides from him any more." she said.
"Oh, so what did he say?" I asked.
"He got very apologetic. Said he was sorry if he was crossing any lines and he didn't mean
to. And that the flirting and everything was just for fun. And if it made me uncomfortable,
he would stop." she said and continued, "He said he found me very attractive physically,
but was not really interested in me romantically. So I should not worry and that from now
on he would behave like a gentleman."
"Hmm...fair enough. Like I said, what man wouldn't be attracted to you physically?"
"So I have decided that I will see how he acts tomorrow. If he continues to be weird, I'll
just wait for you to pick me up."
The next day, Priya told me, with a big sense of relief that Ramon had been perfectly
gentlemanly, like he used to be in the initial days. No compliments, no looks, no flirting. I
was a little disappointed to be honest, but she seemed happy. Which was all that
mattered.
A couple more weeks passed by and Priya's car was just a month away from being
delivered. In those times, I asked her a couple of times about Ramon, but she always said
he was being decent so I didn't pursue the questioning much. However, over the last 3-4
days, I had begun to notice a change in Priya's mood. She always seemed very quiet, or
lost in thoughts. Often, I'd catch her staring into nothingness as if thinking really hard
about something. But when I asked her what she was thinking about, she usually said it
was about something she was taught in class. But I couldn't help but wonder if she was
hiding something from me and if it had to do with Ramon.
Then one night, my suspicions were confirmed. Priya had been even quieter than usual.
We were both in bed, reading. I was reading a novel, and she was reading notes from
class. Suddenly she put her notes down and looking straight ahead, said to me,
"Ajit, I need to tell you something."
"Okay, tell me." I said, relieved that finally she was sharing something.
"Well, don't get mad. But over the last few days, there have been a few....happenings
that I should have probably told you right away." she said.
"What happenings?" I asked.
"Well, I first thought it was just a minor thing I could put an end to right away. So I didn't
want to bother you with it and get you worried. But I feel like I am lying to you by not
telling it and.."
"Priya! Stop with the explanations and just get to the point." I said impatiently.
"Okay." she said and took a long pause. "Where do I begin?"
"Just tell me from the start." I said.
"Well, a few days back I had to hand in an important assignment. But I forgot it at home
on the table. Just slipped my mind completely. So I told the instructor that, but she didn't
believe me. She said I was making an excuse because I had not done it. And she would
give me a zero on it if I didn't get it to her within an hour."
"Alright. So?" I asked.
"So that day it was snowing a lot, so the buses were running late. And I called up a cab
company but they said they couldn't send anyone over for 45 minutes. Which meant the
deadline would pass. I tried calling you but it went to voicemail because you were in a
meeting" Priya said, looking very sad. I did remember when she had called me but I could
not call back because of an important meeting.
"Well, I was just sitting there, on the verge of crying when Ramon passed by on his way
to another class. He asked me why I looked so upset and I told him. He very nicely
offered to drive me over right away. I tried to say no, because that meant he would have
to miss his class. but he insisted. And he had been such a gentleman for a while. So I
accepted his offer of help. He drove me home in the heavy snowfall and I was able to
submit the assignment just in time before the one hour deadline ran out."
"Okay. I still don't see..."
"I'm getting to it. I came out of the instructor's office submitting the assignment, and I
was so happy and relieved that I was almost jumping with joy. Ramon, who was waiting
outside, asked - she took it? And I nodded happily. And then he opened his arms saying -
Yayy! And I just got caught up in the moment and hugged him, saying thank you a lot of
times." Priya said and paused.
"That's it? A hug? That's what you are so upset about." I said and she looked at me
pointedly, so I said "There's more, right?"
"Yes, well, initially he was hugging me very normally, like a friend. But then he sort of
pulled me closer, held me in a tight embrace and kissed me on my neck."
"Oh."
"And I am sorry Ajit, but to be honest that really felt nice at that moment. I should have
immediately pulled back. But for some reason I didn't."
(TO BE CONTINUED)

Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 04:10 PM

FUCKING MY BHABI

LAST PART AFTER PAGE 2
Trouble

A few days passed without any thing. My Bhabi did not come. I could not take any advantage in the morning when my Bhaia went out for a walk. Because he used to go only after I left for office. I could not speak to my Bhabi regarding this because of his ever presence. I finally asked her one morning when I was about to leave for the office and my Bhaia was in the garden in our backyard.

"Bhabi please come today." I said

"Ok I will try"

"No try Bhabi you must come I need you very badly."

"Ok you go now it's getting late for you."

"Bhabi promise me you are coming today"

"Ok honey I promise, now go." She said.

"Yesss" I yelled and left for my office. My Bhabi was smiling as I left.

That night my Bhabi came late when everything was quite. She came stealthily and locked the door. I was waiting for her. She was also eager to have sex. She directly came in my arms. We hugged each other and kissed frantically. I was only in my shorts. I did not realize when my Bhabi removed it. She lifted her sari and spread her legs for me. The sex was really good that night. We were done with it in about half an hour.

"You are really a good lover honey" she said

"Thanks Bhabi"

"You make me feel so full 'there'" she blushed

"So please come tomorrow and everyday."

"That's not possible honey." She giggled.

"Why not Bhabi" I asked her in a pleading tone.

"I can not give an extra pill to your Bhaia every day"

"Then come without giving any extra pill"

"What if he wakes up and finds out?" she asked.

"Hmmm" I said disappointedly.

"We can do it on Saturday and Sunday mornings when you are at home and your Bhaia goes out for a walk" she suggested.

"That's great Bhabi but it feels great at night. I wish you come every night."

"Honey I will try to come as much as I can"

"Ok Bhabi"

"So now let me go dear."

I moved away from her and she quickly raced towards the bathroom.

Unfortunately because of heavy workload we were all advised to do overtime and come on weekends. I was disappointed as this was going to undo my plans. We were also told that the situation will continue to remain so for at least three months. So our plans to have unrestricted sex on weekends were spoiled. My Bhabi would come to me only after four or five days.

My Bhaia did not notice anything unusual. My Bhabi was encouraged by this and her frequency of visits increased. She would come every alternate day. Only when she was experiencing her periods she would not come for a week. We were making very passionate love.

One night we were in the middle of our love making when I heard a knock on my door.

"It's Bhaia Bhabi." I said in a terrified voice.

"Rohan open the door your Bhabi is not in the house"

He thought my Bhabi went out some where but he did not suspect that she was with me. I was terrified and did not know how to react.

"Rohan dress up I will handle this" She said in a firm tone.

I was surprised and wondered what she was up to? I quickly pulled on my shorts and lay on the bed inside the covers. I was really terrified. My Bhabi pulled her sari down up to her feet adjusted her hair and got up from the bed. She then slowly walked towards the door. My heart was pounding as she removed the latch. She opened the door halfway, stepped out and quickly pushed the door back.

"What are you doing here?" My Bhaia asked loudly. I could hear him even though the door was closed.

"Let's go to our room I will tell you" My Bhabi said.

After a few seconds I heard the opening and closing of their door. I was curious and also worried. I was worried that my Bhaia would beat my Bhabi. Even though he could not use his right hand his left hand was enough to kill my Bhabi. I stood terrified outside their room listening to them. I was prepared to step in just in case.

"Ok tell me now what were you doing there?" asked my Bhaia.

"Listen now, our Rohan is no longer a kid" said my Bhabi.

"I know that, come to the point."

"You see he is now twenty four and his needs are not the same," said my Bhabi.

"What do you mean?" asked my Bhaia.

"Look I just want to tell you that.."

"Don't confuse me just tell me why you were there?"

A few minutes of silence and then my Bhabi spoke something which I never thought she could speak.

"What do you think two adults would do in the middle of the night in a closed room with lights switched off?"

"You bastard" My Bhaia shouted.

"Don't shout at me." My Bhabi yelled. She had taken an aggressive stand.

"Are you able to satisfy me for the last four years?"

"Did I spare any efforts to stimulate you?"

My Bhaia did not say anything. Probably he was stunned by my Bhabi's questions. She had directly attacked his manhood and humiliated him.

"Do I not have any feelings? Do I not have any desires? Am I too old not to have any sexual desire?" Her voice cracked.

After a few seconds of silence

"I have been serving you like a maid without any complains. I sponged you, cleaned your refuse when you were immobilized. I help you everyday to tie your shoes, put on your clothes." She was sobbing now.

"I do not have any existence. For the last four years I have not even gone out of the house. I have not seen a single movie; I have never been to any restaurant. I am just working as your maid servant." She was now crying loudly.

I felt sorry for my Bhabi. For the first time I realized what she was going through.

"Our Rohan is now twenty four and people are already bringing marriage proposals for him. What do you think when he gets married and moves out?"

"Is your pension enough for us to sustain?"

"By giving up to him I am ensuring he stays with us" She declared.

"Besides he is doing what you are not able to do" she humiliated him again.

"So what you want to do now? Want to kill me? Go ahead kill me and relieve me from my duties as your maid." My Bhabi was very angry. I was surprised how the tide was turned.

"But what you are doing is wrong" My Bhaia finally said something.

"Don't preach me what is wrong and what is right. In our time of distress nobody helped us not even your brothers and sisters." Her anger was spilling out of her voice.

"Our Rohan massaged you for more than one year; he took on all the household responsibilities. He even took up a job when kids of his age were enjoying."

"My heart went out for him everyday. Did you forget how many sacrifices he has made for our family?" She was now emotional.

"I know what I am doing is not moral as per the society in which we live. But I don't care for that society"

"It is pay back time now. I am doing exactly what I should do." She said in a very firm voice.

Nothing happened for a few minutes. I waited there for some more time but I did not hear any conversation between them. I assumed that they had settled in their beds and walked towards my room.

New Beginning

Next day morning I was lying on my bed head down. It was already time to get up. But I did not have courage to face my Bhaia. I wanted to go to office to escape the embarrassment but how could I avoid my Bhaia? He would be in the living room watching morning news. I heard my door open but I still lay as I was. It was my Bhabi.

She came and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Get up honey" she said moving her hand over my back. I felt assured like a baby.

"Today your Bhaia has gone out for his morning walk earlier, may be he wants to avoid you."

Now I wanted to avoid him and he too wanted to avoid me. I got up from the bed and tried to kiss my Bhabi. She gently pushed me back.

"Ummm you need to brush your teeth before you put anything in your mouth"

She was right. I quickly got up and rushed towards the bathroom. I relieved myself, brush my teeth, took a shower and came out in the living room. My Bhabi had already arranged my breakfast and tea on the dining table.

"Wow it smells good Bhabi what have you made for me?" I asked

"It's your usual omelets and bread but with butter may be that's why it smells good"

I walked towards the table where she was standing and put my arms around her. She also put her arms around my neck and rested her breast against me. We kissed passionately.

"Bhabi I heard everything yesterday"

"You little rascal you were spying on us"

"No Bhabi I was standing there just in case Bhaia beat you"

"So did you hear everything?"

"Yeah everything”

She blushed as she poured some tea in my cup. I finished my breakfast and rushed to my office. That day in the office was very disturbing for me. I was not able to concentrate. I was waiting for 6pm. The watch never seemed to go forward. At last those long hours were over and I headed back to my home.

My Bhabi opened the door for me. I went straight into my bedroom as wanted to avoid my Bhaia who was watching TV in the living room. But how long I could avoid it? I had to face him at the dinner table. I kept my head down at the dinner table to avoid eye contact with my Bhaia. My Bhaia was also doing the same thing. I hastily finished my dinner and went in my bedroom. It was too early to sleep so I picked up a book and started reading it.

It was around 11 pm when my Bhabi walked in and closed the door. I was surprised as she would normally come to me after mid night. She walked straight into my arms. I pulled her towards me and kissed her.

"Bhabi you are early today?" I asked her.

"You did not hear what your Bhaia said today"

"What did he say Bhabi?"

"He said he won't mind our relationship and even encouraged me to sleep with you everyday" she said brushing her nose against my chest.

I was delighted on hearing this. Now I understood why he did not say anything to me and why he avoided contact with me. He had probably accepted the reality that he was not going to be cured. It was in his own interest that he let his wife sleep with me instead of somebody else. This would have humiliated as the word would have spread about his condition.

"Oh Bhabi" I said and moved on top of her.

I kissed her gently. She was moving her fingers through my hair. She pulled me close to her and put her arms around my back. I was now resting on her soft body. Her breasts were pressing against my chest. I was feeling their softness. I moved my face over her breasts and started rubbing it against her breasts. She was now moaning with pleasure and excitement. I kissed her breasts over and over again.

"Uhh Rohan that's feeling so good" and she pressed my head against her breasts.

I was not wearing any T-shirt so when she pulled my shorts in a flash I was naked.

"Oh Bhabi" I sighed.

"Let me see how my Rohan looks" she said.

For the first time since our first encounter we were in the bed with lights on. She pushed me away from her so that she could have a look at me. I was ashamed the way she was watching me. She moved her hands over my chest and my shoulders. My dick was fully erect but it was resting against her thighs.

"Rohan I want to see 'it'" she said.

I was ashamed and reluctantly moved away from her.

"Wow" she was stunned to see my fully erect dick.

"It is so red and thick" she said.

My dick is not long enough but I think it is certainly good across (thick).

I again moved on top of her as I was ashamed the way she was watching me.

"Hey Rohan don't be so ashamed. It's ok. It's just you and me."

"Bhabi please"

"It's ok Rohan look at me"

I looked in her eyes. She was looking lovingly towards me.

"Rohan don't be shy. Remove my blouse…….mujhe pura nangi kordo."

"Oh Bhabi mujhe aj sharam aha rahi hai"

" Rohan now you are my man. Mujhe tumare samne aj nangi honi hai"

She then gently pulled me towards her and planted a soft kiss on my lips.

"You know Rohan you have made me a woman again. You make me feel wanted and loved. I would have become mad if this had not happened between us."

"Oh Bhabi I love you. You are so sweet."

"I love you too honey."

"You know Rohan how frustrated I was for all these years?"

"I can understand Bhabi"

"You can't understand it Rohan the agony through which I have gone"

"I know Bhabi"

I was now moving my fingers through her hair and planting a few soft kisses on her lips and on her forehead. She had closed her eyes and was just enjoying being loved.

"It feels soooo good when you love me like this Rohan"

"I love you Bhabi"

"Your Bhaia never loved me like this. He was interested only in the hole between my legs"

"No Bhabi my Bhaia is not that insensitive"

"I am his wife honey and I have slept under him for twenty years"

"Then I am sorry Bhabi you did not have a good time with him"

"Yes only some times when I was wild I needed him otherwise it was he who would just insert his dick and have his way" she said in a low voice.

"But he is not that bad Bhabi" I tried to defend my Bhaia.

"I know honey but he was too clumsy in the bed. He never Bhabide me feel loved. I always used to feel used by him like a sex slave. So disgusting"

"It's ok Bhabi it's all over now. You have me."

"Yes honey" she sighed.

I then pressed myself against her breast and started to kiss them. She began moaning with pleasure. My dick was hard like a steel bar and aching to go inside her.

"Rohan remove my sari"

"Bhabi"

"Your Bhaia already know everything so what's the point in keeping it on"

I slowly removed her sari like a kid unwrap his gift. She was now in her blouse and petticoat. Her breasts were moving up and down with her every breath. She put her hands behind her back and slowly unhooked her blouse. I helped her remove it. This exposed her bra which was desperately trying to hold her huge breasts. I put my hand around her back and started to unhook her bra. My hands were trembling and my body was shaking. After struggling for a while I gave up the attempt to unhook her bra. She giggled and unhooked and removed it in a flash.

"Next time I won't do it for you" she said as she giggled.

I was dumbfounded when I saw her voluptuous breasts. They were much bigger than what I have imagined. Her tits were brown and quite big.

"What are you looking at Rohan? Don't you want to suck me?" She asked lovingly.

"Wow Bhabi you are so gorgeous" I said.

She then pulled me towards her. I buried my face against her exposed breasts and started rubbing it against it. She was moaning with pleasure. I then started sucking her breast. I was moving my tongue over her nipples teasing her. She was arching her back and moaning with pleasure. After some time she pulled my head towards her.

"Rohan love me Rohan" she whispered in my ear.

She then slowly slid her hands between my and her belly to reach out to the strings of her petticoat. As she was uniting her strings her hands were touching my dick and I was feeling a sweet tingling sensation. After she had untied the strings she lifted her bottom slightly and slid her petticoat down up to her thighs.

"Remove it honey" she said lovingly.

I quickly removed it. Her beautiful thighs were now exposed to me. She was wearing a black panty which was looking very sexy because of her fair thighs. I lowered my face between her thighs and started kissing softly on inside of her thighs. She started to moan loudly as I reached near her pussy.

"Aggghhhh Rohan Ssshhhh Aaaaahhh"

I then reached over her panty. I placed a kiss on her pussy over her panty.

"Ssssshhhh Aaaaahhhhh" she moaned

I kept on kissing softly as she moaned. My nose was filled with the musky aroma coming out of her pubic area. I slowly increased the frequency of my kisses. She was now moaning with pleasure. I then started rubbing my nose and cheeks against her pussy and kissing her pussy loudly. The rubbing and the sound of smooching made her crazy.

"Aggghhh O my God Ssssshhh Aaahhhhhggghhh ssssshhhh aaaaahhhh"

"Rohaaaan come inside me Rohan Ssssshhhh aghhhh"

She pulled my hair and brought my face near her.

"chod de mujhe Rohan chod de. I can't wait"

She was raising her waist again and again and pressing her pussy against my dick. My hands automatically moved to reach her panty. I slowly removed it from her body. Her thick black pubic hairs were hiding her pussy. I slowly moved my fingers through them occasionally caressing her pussy lips. She would moan with pleasure whenever I touched her pussy. For the first time after months since our first encounter my Bhabi was lying totally naked under me. I lay myself on top of her. I wanted to feel the nakedness of her body. I had placed my hands over her shoulders from behind her back. My chest was resting against her breasts. Our bellies were pressing against each other and my thighs were resting on her thighs. My dick was resting in her pubic hair aching to go home.

"Come inside honey" she said with a lust filled voice.

She pushed me away a little to free my dick which was sandwiched between our pubic region. She then grabbed it and placed it between her pussy lips.

"Push it Rohan get it inside me at once"

"Aaaahhh Bhabi" as I pushed my dick inside her with a single thrust.

"Aaaaiiiiigaaaaaaaaaaah" my Bhabi screamed loudly.

"O my God it hurt Rohan Ooooooggghhh" she screamed in pain.

For the fist time, she was moaning and screaming loudly as there as no worry of getting caught. It was already known to my Bhaia what was going on. It hurt because she was too impatient to wait. It was at her insistence I pushed myself inside her at once. I ignored her because I knew after a few strokes she would be wet enough. So I started moving in and out of her pussy as slowly as possible. I then increased my rhythm when I realized that she was wet enough. The pain from her face was vanished and she was moaning with pleasure again. She was pressing her lower lip with her teeth to control her ecstasy. It was very pleasing sight to see my Bhabi moaning with pleasure. It was a very satisfying feeling to see that I was able to give her so much pleasure. Her pussy was now leaking with our churned love juices. It was a heavenly experience as we were both naked for the first time. We were both enjoying the touch of our naked bodies. Our naked bodies were rubbing against each other. Face to face, breasts to chest, belly to belly, thighs to thighs and our genitals locked. I was moving slowly in and out of her body enjoying the cosiness of her pussy. She had clasped my buttocks with her hands and she was pressing me towards her pussy.

"Faster honey faster" She said

I increased my rhythm. After some time she spread her legs wide apart. I knew from the past experience that she was about to come now. I was controlling myself not to come before her.

"Sssss Agghhhhh Rohaaaannnnn"

"maaaa Sssssshhhh aaaahhhhh"

"Faster Rohan Faster Ssssshhhh Aghhhhhhhh" She screamed.

"Ohh maaa I will come Bhabi"

"Ohhhhh rip me apart Aaaaiiiiggghaaa Aaahhhhhhhh" she screamed loudly.

Her screaming was driving me crazy. I knew that my Bhaia was surely able to hear everything. I was totally turned on by the thought that my Bhaia was now aware that Bhabi was begging me to love her.

"Faster Rohan faster"

I lifted my upper body from her and rested my palms on the bed just above her shoulders. She had spread her legs wide apart to give me full access to her womanhood. I started to move frantically between her legs. Her breasts were swaying up and down violently. Our bed was creating creaking noise. Her bangles were creating clinking sounds. On top of that she was moaning and screaming loudly, shamelessly advertising what she wanted and what she was doing. This was now enough for me and I could no longer hold myself.

"I am coming Bhabi ssshhhh aaaahhhh"

"Ohhhh yesssss fill me Ssssshhhhh aggghhhhhhh" she moaned.

"Ohhhh Bhabiaaaaaaaa Ssssssssssshhhhh Agggghhhhhhhhhhhhh"

I came inside her pussy spraying her pussy with my cum.

"Aaaaiiiiighhhhhhaaaaa ssssssshhhhhh aaaaahhhhhhhhhh" she screamed.

She clasped my buttocks as usual with her legs as she came. Waves of pleasure and ecstasy ran through our bodies. Our genitals were pulsating in unison. My dick was spraying her pussy with my seeds and her pussy was sucking it hungrily. I lay on top of her pressing hard against her breasts. She was pulling me towards her by putting her hands around my back. We lay like that for a long time as there was no hurry. We had the best orgasm of our lives as we were totally relaxed and there was no fear of getting caught. After some time I moved out of her as my dick went limp.

We were lying next to each other totally naked holding our hands. She then turned to me and rested her head over my chest and put her leg over my legs. She was caressing my nipple with her one hand. I just put my one hand around her back and gathered her closer to me. She was looking satisfied and relaxed. I was exhausted but relaxed. I was happy with myself that I was always able to make her come every time. She had complained that she would rarely come with my Bhaia. We soon fell asleep.

The next day my Bhabi moved in my room. She moved her small cupboard inside my room with most of her clothes. She left a few clothes behind just in case any relative drop in. I used to take her to restaurants and movies on weekends. Sometimes we also took Bhaia with us.

As the days passed my Bhabi increasingly became less aware and careless of the surroundings. She would hug and kiss me whenever I came home from office even if my Bhaia was around. She would even leave the door of our bedroom open while making love. Some times after making love she would walk naked to the kitchen to drink water. While doing so she had to walk across my Bhaia's room which he always left open. This continued for further three years. After three years I got a job in Mumbai I always wished to move to Mumbai for better prospects. I was not ready to leave my Bhabi but my Bhabi convinced me and I moved to Mumbai. But I would come to my Bhabi every weekend and we would make wild love after remaining abstain for a week.

Mumbai

Suddenly one day I came across my childhood sweetheart Anuradha. She worked as an architect in an office just a few meters away from my office. I recognized her the maent I saw her. I went running behind her and called out her name. She was terrified to find a stranger running behind her calling her name. She did not recognise me at first because I sport a moustache then. When I told her I was Rohan her classmate she was delighted and jumped in joy. In our first meeting itself she told me she was unmarried. We met a few times more and in one of those meetings I confessed that I had a huge crush on her since we were in school. She blushed on hearing my confession.

"You men are so stupid." She said.

"Why Anu? Did I embrace you?" I asked in desperation.

"No Rohan actually me too." she blushed and hung her face avoiding my eye contact.

"Did you have a crush on me Anu?" I asked in excitement.

She blushed again and nodded her head without looking at me.

"Oh Anu do you still have that crush?" I asked her again I was anxious to know.

She nodded again.

"You should have told me long back." She said.

"Better late than never." I said. I was in cloud nine.

After a few more meetings I proposed her which she happily accepted. I told my Bhabi, she was happy for me that I was now going to start my family. But she was sad at the other hand as we would not be able to see each other. Eventually I was married to my childhood sweetheart Anuradha.

My wife is really very loving and caring. We are totally in love with each other. We have two cute kids. We live in Mumbai. I am 37 and my Bhabi is 57. I still go to Nasik every month and we then make wild and passionate love. My Bhabi doesn't care about anything while making love to me. She is more passionate than my wife when it comes to sex. She really charges me up every month.

END

Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 04:11 PM

OPEN MARRIAGE
PART1
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"Gary, we've talked this over a thousand times, and you know it," she said.

"No, Claire, you've brought it up a thousand times; time and again you've brought it up; but I have never bought into it. You know I wouldn't be able to deal with an open marriage kind of thing; it's not in me, Claire. Can't we just love each other, and make love to each other like normal people do?" I said.

She came to me. "We are normal people, Gary. And, we do make love to each other, wonderful love. But this would be good for you too. Don't you see that? You could have some strange on the side. I could have some strange on the side. It could be intoxicating," she said.

"Claire, I would never cheat on you. Never!" I said. "I don't need strange on the side; you are more than enough for me!"

"It wouldn't be cheating, dear. It would be with my full permission. It would have no affect on us or our marriage or any of it. It would just be fun for the occasional evening out," she said. I thought it significant that she avoided my protestation that she was enough for me. It occurred to me that I must not be enough for her, and the thought hurt.

"Anyway, Claire, no woman would want an old goat like me," I said. "Except maybe you." I looked down and wondered if she cared at all about me sexually anymore. I was mortally afraid of the answer to that question. She saw through me and tried to calm my fears.

"Don't sell yourself short, honey. You are quite a man. A lot of women would be tickled to death to have an evening with you," she said, giggling now. I wasn't laughing; I wanted to cry.

I suppose I should introduce us. I'm Gary Sanders. As you have no doubt gathered, Claire is my wife of twenty-three years. Me? Five-seven, one-sixty, slightly balding, and pushing fifty. Claire: five --five, one-ten, tawny hair and a lot of it, age forty-four but looking thirty-four. I work for a small machine shop and pull down 40K annual; that, plus the benefit package has been enough for us. Claire, for her part, doesn't work, but she's a top notch homemaker; at least she is in my opinion. Oh, and no kids.

Getting a man to fuck Claire would not be a problem. Again, me? Well, it might be a problem, even if I wanted to, and I sure as heck didn't want to. I was frightened; I could see us being hurt bad by this stuff she was talking to me about.

She came and put her arms around me and kissed me. Man, how I loved this woman; I just didn't understand her anymore though. I sure as hell didn't want to share her. "Tell you what, Gary, to make it easy for you in the beginning; I will take it upon myself to get you a woman whenever I get me a man. How would that be? Then these silly insecurities of yours won't even have to be entered into," she said.

Talk about humiliating! My wife was actually suggesting she would get a girl for me, probably one of her friends, I supposed, because she totally knew I'd probably have a tough time even trying to find someone to date me; I was just too ordinary to play these kinds of games. I wasn't going for it.

"Honey, I just can't. I don't even know how to date anymore. And, don't stand there and tell me it's just like riding a bicycle," I said. "I only want you."

"Husband mine. It's time to make a decision here, and I'm making it. You have nothing to fear. I will take care of everything," she said. And, that was that. I continued to plead and beg and even cry for a little while longer; but in the end the decision had been made. For her part, she giggled and comforted me and made a strenuous, completely unsuccessful, effort to allay my fears. Then we went to bed. The sex that night was good and I hoped enough for her, but deep down I knew it wasn't; she was still committed to her fantasies.

******

Nothing was said let alone discussed over the next several days. It was Saturday when she hit me with it.

"Honey, tonight's the night. I want you to dress cowboy style. We're going out," she said. I swallowed and nodded somberly. "Come on, big guy, it'll be fun. And besides, maybe nothing will happen. But if it does, we'll both have a ton of fun and a lot to talk about for quite a while," she said. I was literally shaking in my cowboy boots and I didn't even have them on yet.

She spent half the day getting ready to go out. She spent a significant part of the other half getting me ready. She showered with me, dressed my hair, dressed me, and inspected me. I think she was getting ready to have me douche when she remembered that I was a guy! I was going out, but I wasn't looking forward to it; it was humiliating. Claire, on the other hand, was buoyant.

We arrived at the Hole in the Wall Bar and Grill and dance hall at about eight o'clock. Things were just getting started. We'd already eaten at our favorite restaurant in town, and we, or at least I, was nervous as hell; I did not want to be here.

I had gone to get us our second round of drinks, and I was on my way back, when I saw a cowboy—well, he was dressed like a cowboy—ask my wife to dance. She smiled in my direction, but I just gave her what I knew was a weak and tentative nod. Our table was toward the back of the place, and I lost sight of her for some little time as she did not return for several dance tunes. Finally, she did.

"Hi Gary, sorry I disappeared for so long. Several different guys asked me to dance, and well...Anyway, I'd like to introduce you to Ann."

Greetings done, Ann did her best to engage me in conversation. I finally realized that this was a woman that my wife had talked into being with me for the evening. Claire stayed with us laughing and carrying on, mostly with Ann, until she felt that it was safe enough to leave me to my own devices. I was sure they had had more than a few girls' nights out together.

"Well, Gary, and I hope you don't mind. Claire said you wouldn't mind taking me home when we're done tonight. That's okay, right?" said Ann.

"Uh—sure. That will be fine," I said. I was wondering how my wife intended getting home. But, it soon dawned on me that if she did get home tonight it would be in some other guy's car. I was not feeling very good. Add to that that I already felt like a cheater, nothing Claire had said to the contrary withstanding.

To her credit, I thought, Ann was doing her best to make me feel at ease. "Why don't we get some air?" she said.

"Good idea," I said. We headed outside. Boy, did I need to get out of there. The few glimpses I had had of Claire after she had left our table did not exactly make me feel good.

"Where's your car?" she said. I pointed. "Let's head over there, okay?"

"Sure, I suppose," I said. I didn't know what the attraction of my car was, but at least we'd be out and away from all of the foot traffic milling around us. I really, really wanted to be somewhere else. Ann might have been one of Claire's friends, and she might be into whatever—well—whatever the two of them had cooked up; but I wasn't. I was trying to come up with a way to let her down gently. That soon became a non-issue.

At the car, she suddenly leaned in on me and kissed me. Not a peck on the cheek mind you, but a full blown, down and dirty, you better believe it sensual kiss. For the life of me my johnson was rising to the occasion. She noticed and smiled.

"looks like you like me," she said, laughing. I smiled back.

"Hard not to," I said, trying to sound casual. I was uncomfortable as hell, but awfully horny at the same time.

"Let's get inside and get comfortable, okay?" She said. I keyed the door to the back seat and let her slide in ahead of me. What the hell was I doing! Hell, I was playing along with Claire's ideas just as she probably knew I would. I wanted to kick myself in the ass.

Soon we were making out pretty good. I still wasn't all that comfortable with the situation, but my little head was making the decisions for me at the moment, and there was no stopping him now. Anyway, Claire'd said it was all right, and she was the boss.

"Why don't we get a little more comfortable," she said. She began unbuttoning her blouse—slowly. I watched spellbound as her braless tits spilled out in full view of my lustful gaze.

"Jesus," I said. "They're beautiful." They were too.

"Well, thank you," she said. She pulled back for a moment and smiled. "Just one pop, okay. And, you need to wear this." She handed me a condom.

"One pop?" I said, not immediately understanding.

"Yes, that's all that's covered for the price," she said. In that moment all interest in having sex with her or anyone else died. I was sick with humiliation and profound sadness. This was no girlfriend of my wife's, as I had supposed. My wife had hired a prostitute to do me and keep me quiet, and as she no doubt saw it, satisfied. My twenty year marriage was suddenly in ruins. But as bad as it was, worse was in the offing.

"Uh—Ann..." I said.

"Hmm?" she said, smiling.

"My wife hired you? I mean paid you to have sex with me?" I said.

She looked at me strangely. "Uh-oh, you didn't know about this did you?" she said.

"No. I think you need to go back inside," I said. I can't do this. "I—I—I have to go."

"No refunds, you understand that, right?" she said.

"Yes, I understand. Please just go," I choked.

"Okay, Gary. I'm sorry. I thought you knew. Your wife said you were cool with it. But you weren't were you? Well, good luck," she said. I was already crying. She noticed and hurried out and away buttoning her blouse as she went.

I drove around for a couple of hours cursing and praying and sobbing like a baby. Finally, I decided to go home and wait for my wife. Pulling into the driveway, I noted the strange car parked out front. I wouldn't have to wait for her; she was already home and not alone.

I didn't try to be quiet, but they didn't hear me. They were in the guest room at the top of the stairs. The door was wide open.

"You're Hubbie is cool with this," I heard a man say.

"Oh yes, he's getting his jollies as we speak," said Claire. "It cost me a hundred bucks."

"What! He can't get a woman without paying for it?" said the man. "How'd he end up getting a class act like you?"

"It would be harder for him to find a woman. He's not what he once was, so I had to take matters into my own hands," she said. "She was a good looking whore though. He should be happy enough when she's done with him." She was laughing now.

"Fucking-A, a wife pimping for her hubby. What a fucking world," said the man, who joined in with her laughing.

They were quiet for a bit. I suppose they were making out, or maybe he was fucking her. I couldn't tell for sure. I was miserable, and misery loves company; so I stayed just outside of the door leaning against the wall being company to myself.

"He got a cock like this," said the man.

My wife giggled. "Not even," she said. "He's got maybe half of what you got." To say I felt low, betrayed, lost would have about half covered the misery I was experiencing at that moment. I should have left and just died. But, I didn't leave and I didn't die. I just stayed there listening outside the room. I hadn't kept track of the time, but it had to have been a good hour before they finally got ready to call it a night. I heard my wife bounce out of bed.

"I think you should go now," she said. "My husband should be home soon, and he's still kinda skittish about this open marriage thing, so I need to be able to coddle him some when he gets here. He doesn't need to meet the man who made a cuckold out of him."

"Sloppy seconds for him tonight?" said the man.

(To Be Continued)

Ramesh_Rocky · 12-04-2019, 04:11 PM

OPEN MARRIAGE

LAST PART
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"Absolutely, if he gets anything," she said, laughing. I heard him dressing. Silence again for a moment or two. I assumed he was kissing her goodnight. I took that moment to head downstairs. I went into the kitchen. I turned the light on and got me a beer from the frig. I heard them come down. I was past caring at that point; I was mortally angry.

The man appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. "Oh shit!" he said. He stopped cold in his tracks looking right at me. My now drying tears must have made me seem the ultimate wimp. I appraised him: tall, good looking, maybe twenty-five, and black.

"What?" said Claire, from inside dinette area around the corner. He didn't answer her. She came in. The look on her face was equal parts terror, pity, and shock. "Gary! I—I—we didn't hear you come in," she said.

I just stared at the two of them standing side by side.

"Gary, how long have you been here?" she said. I could see she was hoping I had just arrived.

" 'bout an hour and half," I said.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck," she said. She was clearly angry; I assumed mostly with herself. "Gary, I don't know what to say."

"Uh—I'll be leaving now," said her lover. I followed him with my gaze until the front door closed behind him.

"How much did you hear?" she said.

"All of it," I said. "It's okay. I'll be leaving in the morning. I'll sleep on the couch tonight. "Oh, and don't worry, I'll pay you back for the prostitute. We didn't do anything by the way. When she told me that I was limited to one pop and had to use a condom because that was all that was covered by the price; I kinda lost interest. Well, you can imagine."

"Oh my God! She did that, said that!"

"But you got your giant sized cock, so I guess the night wasn't a total loss, at least for you," I said, the bitterness plain in my tone. "You have no idea how humiliated I am, Claire, but what do you care; you got what you wanted. Oh, and don't worry, I won't be bothering you for sex again—not ever. Certainly not for any of your lover's sloppy seconds.

"I thought I knew you, Claire. I guess that as myths go that has to be a biggee," I said.

"Gary, no. You can't leave. I love you. You love me. We belong together. This was just a game. I blew it, but I will make it up to you. I promise," she said.

"With sloppy seconds, Claire? I don't think so." I said. "Good thing we don't have kids, I guess. They won't have to be learning what a loser their father is. That's something."

"Gary, no. I'll shower right now. There won't be any sloppy seconds for you, not ever; I promise. I mean it. We can get by this. We do not have to go that route just because of my stupidity. I mean it," she said.

"Why are we even discussing this, Claire? It is more than clear that you don't love me," I said.

"I do love you, Gary. I—I—thought I needed something more. Maybe some excitement or something. I was wrong. I'll make it up to you right now. Well, I mean after I shower," she said. I snickered.

"What was his name?" I said.

"Who?"

"His name? The guy who just got done fucking you," I said. She started to cry.

She hesitated. I was pretty sure that I was probably going to be getting a version of the truth at best. "Hugh Williams, was the name he gave me," she said. "I don't even know if it's his real name." I nodded.

"Good 'ole Hugh," I said.

I rose and headed for our bedroom. I had to get some stuff. I didn't want to be doing it in the morning. I would shack up here tonight, it was late, and I was just too tired. The morning would be soon enough. Hell, maybe I'd die in my sleep; I would if there were a God.

While I packed up stuff, Claire kept trying to get me to talk. But, I was done talking for the next little while. We'd likely talk again, but not tonight.

******

I awoke to the sound of the alarm on my cell phone. It was 5:00AM. I needed to pee. I headed for the bathroom near the foot of the stairs.

I headed upstairs, I had remembered a couple of things I would need that were in the master bath. The door to the master bedroom was wide open Claire was lying on the floor beside the bed sound asleep. I looked down at the creature that was soon to be but a memory, a sad one, for me. I wondered who her next lover would be. The only thing I did know was that it wouldn't be me.

I didn't leave right away as I had told myself I would; for half an hour, I just stood Around talking to myself.. Maybe something in me just wouldn't let me admit that my wife didn't love me. Our parents would be crushed. Mine loved her and hers loved me. For sure that would be a hard nut. But, I was gone by 6:00AM I heard her stirring; it was my signal to go. Helluva thing.

===============Claire continues=====================

"No, Hugh, we have to cut the cord here. My husband's left me, and I'm not sure I will even ever see him again. I can't risk playing house anymore. I really can't," said Claire.

"Can't you catch him at work?" said Hugh.

"He quit yesterday. He took money from the savings and has just disappeared. His boss has no idea for where. He could be anywhere," she said.

"You said he was cool with it, Claire, what changed?" said Hugh.

"I fucked up. The woman I set him up with to pacify him was a hooker, like I said. When he found out..."

"Oh shit! He found out; I mean he didn't know! God, I feel for the guy. How fucking humiliating," he said.

She looked down. "Yes, I guess it was. I can't believe I was that stupid. Anyway, you and I have to cool it for a while."

"Does he know who I am?" he said.

"He knows your name. He thinks you're just some guy I picked up in the bar," she said.

"Yeah, well that's true isn't it. That you picked me up in that bar a year ago is only a detail, right?" he said, laughing. "Why are husbands always so fucking clueless?" he said.

"I tried to get him involved for the longest time," she said. "Finally last week, I made the decision and kinda forced him to go along with it; now it's blown up in my face. What a mess."
(End)

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