tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46853642094158462812024-02-08T09:35:53.420-08:00Desi Erotic StoryMy Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.comBlogger901125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-88532764043605799092023-11-01T20:31:00.002-07:002023-11-01T20:31:52.507-07:00Baby blues<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <span style="background-color: white;">I cursed as my computer crashed, the whole system had gone down again. Our IT people said it would take all weekend to sort the mess out. Armed with that knowledge I headed out of the office, getting home early would be a bonus. I would get to spend some time with my kids before we packed them off to my parents for the weekend.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My wife Mandy suggested the kids stay with my parents, her sister and brother-in-law were coming over for dinner. Mandy said they had something they wanted to discuss, she didn't elaborate on what it was.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I parked on the drive in front of the double garage, Mandy would park alongside my car when she arrived home. I thought that maybe I could make a start on clearing out the garage this weekend, that way I could at least park my car inside. When we bought the house two years ago we shifted a load of stuff out of the granny annexe above it. The original plan was for Mandy's mother to move into the annexe. Sadly she passed away suddenly, we never bothered clearing the annexe after that.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span></span></p><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I walked over to our neighbour to collect the kids, Mrs Kingston agreed to watch them after school until either I or Mandy arrived home. Our 10 year old son Kevin was keen to tell me he had been picked for the school football team, football was pretty much all Kevin talked about. Our 8 year old daughter Milly was the exact opposite of Kevin, very quiet and thoughtful. She preferred to read or draw, as opposed to playing team games.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Once the kids had changed out of their uniforms we sat in the lounge. Milly told me all about the new book she was reading, she also showed me some sketches she had done recently. For a kid of her age the sketches were really good. Kevin talked about the weekend's football fixtures. The team he supported had a big match this weekend. I said if he was back home in time, he could watch it on the television.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Both of the kids ran to greet Mandy when she walked indoors, she looked surprised to see me home.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"This is a nice surprise, you and the kids here before I get home. How come Rob?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Computer system went down earlier. The IT guys say it will take them all weekend to sort it out, everyone got sent home early. I figured as Jane and Terry were coming over later, it did me a favour getting out early." Mandy nodded and smiled, she headed off upstairs to get changed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Mandy was changed we got the kids bags sorted out, we took them to my parents house. Dad loved it when Kevin was there, they both shared a love of football. My Mum wasn't a great artist, but she sat and encouraged Milly when she sketched or got out her colouring book.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Now you kids behave yourselves for Nan and Grandad." Mandy called out as we left.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the drive home I did think about pressing Mandy about tonight, what was so important that they wanted to talk about? As Mandy hadn't disclosed the reason earlier during the week, I had no reason to think she would say anything now. The one thing that I haven't let on to Mandy, or anyone else in her family for that matter. I don't like Terry, never have, probably never will. Tonight was going to be a real test of my acting abilities, sitting there trying to act like best mates with someone I hated.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I helped Mandy get the food ready. While she finished that off, I set the table. Now all we had to do was wait for Jane and Terry to arrive. Jane showed them in, I greeted Jane with the usual hug, I just verbally acknowledged Terry.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Before and during dinner the conversation was light and general, we spoke about the kids and a host of other things. With the table cleared we all sat there drinking and talking. I refilled the girls wine glasses, begrudgingly I got Terry another beer. There was an atmosphere in the room, several times I noticed Terry looking in my direction. I didn't like the smirk on his face. Nobody seemed to want to raise whatever it was we were supposed to be talking about, so I decided to get the elephant out of the room</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So, what was it that you two needed to talk to Mandy and I about?" I asked then sat back.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The three of them looked at each other, Mandy was the only one who would look at me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Rob, you know that Jane and Terry are having trouble getting pregnant." Mandy looked at me, but I could see a look in her eyes. "Well we recently discussed it, I offered to help them out and carry a baby for them."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you sure you want to do that? I recall that after MIlly was born, you said never again."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I didn't think I did, but this would be helping them out." Mandy answered, there was a look on her face that told me there was more to this.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay, so what's the plan? I guess they go to an IVF clinic, fertilise an egg and when there is an embryo, it gets planted inside you? Is that about it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not really." Mandy replied. Before I could ask anymore Jane found her voice.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We cannot afford IVF treatment. We were hoping Terry could just get Mandy pregnant."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I sat there and looked at all three of them, I wasn't sure I understood what had just been said. "Let me get this clear. You want Mandy to carry a baby for you, but you can't afford IVF. So your answer is for Terry to get her pregnant, is that right?" Jane nodded. "So how will he get her pregnant?" That wasn't a stupid question on my part, I just wanted one of them to say it out loud.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Well, we thought they could have sex and Mandy would get pregnant." Jane looked sheepish as she answered my question.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I sat upright and looked around the table. "No fucking way, absolutely not!" I replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But Rob, it's so they can have a baby." Mandy whined.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I dont give a shit. Either it's done IVF or he can wank off into a cup, that way I can put it in a syringe and squirt it inside you. That is the only way this is going to happen." Terry glared at me, and I returned the stare.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I knew you would be a pain in the arse about this. All we want is a baby, for christ sake." Terry replied loudly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I have no issue with Mandy carrying a baby for you. But there is no way you get to have sex with her to get her pregnant. It's IVF or the paper cup, anything else is off the table."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"See, I told you we shouldn't have said anything." Terry looked to Mandy and Jane for support. I stood up and paced around the kitchen, I returned and stood at the end of the table. I placed my hands palm down and leaned forward.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Just so we are all absolutely clear on this, I will say this one more time. "Mandy has my blessing to carry a baby for you two, how she gets pregnant is the problem. It's either done with IVF or a paper cup. No way does dickhead here get to have sex with my wife. No wonder you have had a smirk on your ugly fucking face all night. Think yourself lucky I haven't kicked the shit out of you. As you chose to discuss this previously without my knowledge, says it all. Now I have something to discuss with my wife. To that end I want you to leave my house."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But we thought...." Jane spoke up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"NOW! I WANT YOU TO LEAVE MY HOUSE!" I yelled and stood back. Mandy showed Jane and shithead to the door. She placed her arm on Janes and said something to her quietly. I was leaning against the counter when Mandy walked back into the kitchen.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She stood there, hands on her hips. "What the hell was all that for? Could you have been any ruder?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I crossed my arms. "Could you have been any more stupid?" Mandy just stared at me. "For your information I don't like being excluded from important discussions, especially those concerning my wife."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It wasn't a discussion, Rob. It was more like they floated the idea to me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And like a fucking idiot you went along with their stupid scheme. Mandy, I am going to tell you something, maybe it's something I should have said ages ago. I don't like Terry, I never have and never will. That prick has sat there all night with a stupid smirk on his face, now I know why. As for his comment about not telling me, that shows how fucking dumb he is."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I can see why he thought telling you was a bad idea. I never thought you would react this way."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I don't believe what I am hearing. What do you think would have happened if he had gotten you pregnant by having sex with you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We assumed you would be upset, but would have gotten over it when we explained why."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Wrong assumption, Mandy. If you had slept with that idiot, we would be going through a divorce." Mandy gasped. "In case you have forgotten, I had a vasectomy after Milly was born. You go and get pregnant now and we know it won't be mine. No matter the circumstances, if you get pregnant we get divorced. You must be mad if you thought I would get over you and fuckwit having sex."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You would divorce me for helping my sister have a baby? That's heartless Rob." Mandy stood defiantly looking at me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I wouldn't divorce you for carrying a baby for Jane, but I would divorce you for having sex with that idiot she's married to."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You do know if you divorce me I'll get the house and the kids."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't threaten me Mandy, not with my kids. You start that and I will play dirty, very dirty. If you do sleep with fuckwit, I seriously hope you don't. Then yes I will file for a divorce. I won't throw you out of the house. I'll stay here with the kids, you can move into the annexe above the garage."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I can't move in there. It's filthy and needs decorating."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Maybe you can ask your sister and dipshit to help you clean it up. Although I doubt he will be much help, what with any possible injuries I will inflict on him." I walked past Mandy, heading for the stairs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So that's it then, no further discussion?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We can discuss it further, just leave out the bit about dipshit fucking you and we can talk!" I headed upstairs to bed. Mandy came to bed shortly after me. With the kids away we would normally have some hot sex, the temperature in the bedroom tonight was sub-zero. Mandy tried to cuddle me, I turned away and ignored her. I heard her quietly sobbing. Normally I would cuddle and comfort her, but not tonight. Maybe not any night, depending on if she came to her senses or not.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the morning i took a shower and went downstairs, normally we would have had sex. I was sitting at the table when Mandy came downstairs, unusually she was dressed ready to go out.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm going shopping." I watched as she turned and left the house.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I spent the morning getting the last of the junk from the annexe and tidying up the garage. Mandy gave me a funny look when she arrived home.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What are you doing, Rob?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Just clearing the annexe and garage out, in case we need the space." She stormed off, clearly she knew what I meant. About twenty minutes later Mandy walked out and got into her car, she never said a word before driving off. I went indoors to make a coffee, as I walked in the phone rang.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hello."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Rob, it's Jane. Is Mandy there?"</span></em></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nope, she just left. I have no idea where she's gone as we are not talking right now."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is it because of last night?" Jane asked.</span></em></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What do you think, Jane? We were perfectly okay until the three of you dropped your proposal on me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What happens if Mandy gets pregnant and it's yours?"</span></em></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Highly unlikely, I had a vasectomy after Milly was born."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh. I'll call Mandy on her mobile phone." Jane replied and hung up. Clearly she was pissed off with me as well.</span></em></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jane's reply bothered me when I told her I'd had a vasectomy. I wondered if their plan was to try and fool me into thinking the baby was mine. Even if I hadn't had the snip, I would have demanded a DNA test.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I drank my coffee and returned to clearing up the garage, all the junk was piled to one side, I was going to borrow my Dad's trailer to take it to the local tip. After taking a shower I sat down to watch the TV. Kevin's team had won their game. I was surfing through the channels when Mandy arrived home.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Your sister called for you." I said as Mandy walked through to the kitchen.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yep, spoke to her earlier." Was her reply.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It looked like I was in for a night of the silent treatment, so I decided to offer an olive branch.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What do you fancy for dinner?" I asked Mandy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nothing. I ate when I went and saw Jane." I stood up and grabbed my car keys, without a word i left the house. I went to my local bar to have something to eat and a few drinks, while I was there Mandy sent me a text message.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 700;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">When will you be home?"</em></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 700;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">"Don't know"</em></span> was my reply. I never got any response after that. It was about nine o'clock when I returned home, Mandy was watching TV. I sat down without saying a word.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So, is this how it's going to be?" Mandy asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not at all. We can talk if that's what you want. We can even discuss you carrying a baby for Jane, so long as you forget about dipshit fucking you." I replied. Mandy winced at my reply. "You know my feelings on the subject Mandy, there is no way on this earth I am letting him have sex with you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mandy sat for a few minutes, finally she stood and went upstairs. I heard the bedroom door close. I sat and thought about the situation, much more of this and I would file for a divorce using unreasonable behaviour as the reason. I turned the TV off and went to bed. Mandy was asleep, or pretending to be when I got into bed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On Sunday morning Mandy actually spoke to me, albeit it was to ask if I wanted eggs on toast for breakfast. After breakfast I went to get my Dad's trailer, the kids thought I was there to collect them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'll be back with your Mum later to collect you two. Have they behaved themselves?" I asked my Dad.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As good as gold Rob. Have you had a good weekend?" My Dad winked at me, I shrugged my shoulders in return.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What's up, you two had a bust up?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sort of Dad." I briefly explained what had happened on Friday night and how things had been since. My Dad agreed I was in the right, he didn't like Terry much either.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After taking all the junk to the tip I returned home to clean up, I took a shower and let Mandy know I was ready for us to go and collect the kids. She picked up her handbag and walked out to the car. At Mum and Dad's Mandy said hello to them both and talked to the kids, my Dad let me know that he clued Mum in on what was happening. Dad and I stood talking as Mum led Mandy out to the garden, they stood talking while they watched the kids play. I don't know what Mum said but it got very animated, Mandy spent a lot of the time looking at the ground.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We said our goodbyes and left for home a short while later, Mandy didn't talk to me in the car. Kevin ran out to the garden with his football, Milly sat in the lounge reading a book. Mandy started cooking dinner, I sat at the table watching her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you have to tell your parents?" Mandy asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I didn't plan on it. Dad knew there was something wrong when i picked up the trailer, i gave him the short version of what has happened so far this weekend. Besides it can't hurt for them to know, it saves them asking why if I file for a divorce." Mandy spun around so quickly she nearly fell over.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Divorce? Are you going to divorce me for doing nothing?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No. But I will divorce you if you have sex with Terry. Given that your sister asked me what I would do if you got pregnant, I'm guessing she didn't know about my vasectomy. So was that their next plan, get Terry to knock you up and pass it off as mine?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Terry did suggest it. I told him that idea was a non-starter."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So you and him are still looking for a way that he gets to fuck you?" Mandy shrugged her shoulders.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I got up and walked out to the garden, from there I headed up into the annexe. Minutes later Mandy walked in.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What are you doing here, Rob?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Just making sure all the junk is out. I don't want you to have to clear out heavy items if you are pregnant, we both know dipshit won't help you. Jane will but he won't." Mandy burst into tears and walked out, finally it seemed that she realised how serious I was being.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I went into the garden and kicked the ball about with Kevin. Dinner was quiet for a change, I doubt the kids knew what was wrong, but even they were quieter than usual. I washed the dishes while Mandy helped the kids get their stuff sorted for school the next day. Later when the kids were in bed, Mandy came downstairs after making sure they were both in bed. I was out in the garden, she walked out and stopped suddenly when she saw me smoking a cigarette.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I thought you gave those up?" Mandy asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I did. It's for the stress, one of these is easier than a bottle of booze." Mandy shook her head and went back indoors.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The following week was pretty much the same as the weekend, we barely spoke to each other. I took to going out for a cigarette every evening when the kids were in bed. Each night I went to bed and turned away from Mandy, a few times I heard her sigh. One time I heard her crying softly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was on Wednesday of the following week that Mandy spoke to me. "Jane has asked if we can go over to their place on Friday night, can I say we will both be there?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You can." I replied, and added. "Tell her if that idiot husband of hers makes one smartarsed comment or smirks at me, i'll kick the crap out of him there and then." Mandy nodded and managed a slight smile.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I sat and thought about what I had just agreed to, in one way I hoped Terry did get out of line. As I had agreed to go, I would wait and see what happened. One thing was sure, I would be as prepared as I could be.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On Friday evening we dropped the kids off at my parents house, I promised we would collect them on Saturday morning. I felt guilty dumping them there so often. Mandy drove to her sister's house, I sat silently in the passenger seat. When we pulled up at a traffic light I looked out of the window. I stared as I watched Terry walk into a shitty looking hotel with a woman, I said nothing to Mandy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jane showed us indoors, and Mandy asked where Terry was.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He's had to work late." Jane replied. "He said he will get here as soon as he can." I struggled to keep my mouth shut. Jane made some coffee, we went and sat in the lounge.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay you asked us here, what for?" I asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Christ, Rob. Do you have to be so rude?" Mandy hissed at me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, I just want to know why we are here. If this is another night like the other week then I'll go call a taxi right now." Jane looked at me, I could see she was nervous.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Can we wait for Terry to get home? I prefer him to be here." Jame asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Personally, I prefer him not to be here." I replied. That got me a cold stare from Mandy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Rob, what do you have against Terry?" Jane asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I don't like him, and I certainly don't trust him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Whyever not?" Jane asked me, Mandy was sitting looking pissed off with me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The reason I don't like him is simple, he thinks he is better than everyone else and has a cocky attitude. The reason I don't trust him is because I know he lies to you." Jane had a confused look on her face. "When we arrived here you told us Terry was working late."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He called and told me he was." Jane interrupted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He might well have told you he's working. On the way over here I saw Terry, he wasn't working. Unless you call entering a cheap motel with a blonde woman working."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Where was that?" Mandy asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"At the traffic lights as we left town. I didn't say anything as you were driving. Now you know why I don't like Terry." I sat back and let what I had said sink in.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mandy moved over and knelt beside Jane, she tried to comfort her. Mandy stared at me, she wasn't impressed that I dropped the bombshell like I did. To be honest I didn't give a shit, they discussed that bastard getting Mandy pregnant without me. In my mind it was fair payback. Jane was crying as Mandy tried to calm her down, just then there was a knock at the door. As i was nearest i answered it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There stood a scruffy young woman holding a bag with a baby sling on her front. "Can I help you?" I asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is this where Terry Ramsden lives?" I nodded. "Can I come in please?" I showed the girl inside.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Terry isn't here right now, can we help you?" I asked, Jane and Mandy looked up and stared at the woman.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I was hoping to see Terry. He hasn't been in touch since I gave birth to his daughter."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"His what?" June jumped up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Who are you?" The girl asked as she looked at Jane.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm Terry's wife. Who the hell are you?" Jane yelled at the girl. Mandy got her sister to calm down, the look of shock on my wifes face was plain for all to see.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You're nothing like Terry described you." The girl replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Miss, sorry I didn't get your name. Would you like to sit down?" I offered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The young woman walked over and sat in the armchair. "My name is Kelsey, Kelsey Trent. Terry is my boyfriend, or at least I thought he was. When I found out I was pregnant he promised to help me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I watched as Kelsey held back tears. "Terry said he was divorcing his wife, we would be together and raise the baby. I haven't seen him since Alice was born." Jane was sitting with her face in her hands, mostly in shock. "Sorry but you are nothing like Terry described you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How did Terry describe me?" Jane asked, as she held back the tears.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He said you were an overweight ugly frigid bitch! Sorry, his words, not mine. I can see you are nothing like he said. I had better go, I am sorry for any trouble I have caused coming here."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why did you come here?" Jane asked. "Was it to rub my nose in it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No. I came here so Terry could see his daughter. I was going to ask him for some money, I need to buy stuff for Alice." I stood and looked at this young woman, unable to believe Terry had lied to her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Where do you live, Kelsey?" I asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kelsey couldn't face me. "In a squat near the river. Terry told me we would live in a house and everything. I'm sorry, I had better go. Tell Terry if he doesn't contact me I am putting Alice up for adoption, I can't afford a kid with what I get in benefits." Kelsey stood up getting ready to leave.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Wait! Please sit down, Kelsey. What do you need for Alice?" Jane asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Money for milk and nappies. I only have a few nappies left." Kelsey explained. We all turned suddenly as we heard the door open. Terry stepped inside apologising for being late. Jane turned on him as soon as the door closed. Mandy moved to be close to Kelsey, I stood by as Jane tore into Terry. When he yelled and slapped her I lost it, stepping forward I punched him hard in the face. Terry fell backwards into the wall, I punched him again when he bounced off the wall. Before I could get another punch in, he ran out of the door. I gave chase but he roared off tyres squealing as he left.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sorry he got away." I apologised as I stepped indoors.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jane was rubbing her face where Terry slapped her, I asked if she was okay.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'll be okay, Rob. Can you give me a hand? Mandy, can you look after Kelsey and Alice?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I followed Jane upstairs, she wanted me to go into the loft and get two cases for Terry's clothes. I helped her pack his stuff before I carried the cases downstairs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Put them on the doorstep, please Rob. Kelsey, you are welcome to stay here if you want. Tomorrow I will take you to get what you need for Alice." Jane suggested, Kelsey was crying. I think she realised that Terry was full of shit and had played her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I suggested we stay the night in case Terry returned. "No, that's fine Rob. We have put you through enough lately, we will be okay. When you leave I will put the deadbolt on, if he comes back and starts trouble, I'll call the police." Both Mandy and I tried to convince Jane, but she said it was okay.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As we drove home I had that I told you so look on my face. Mandy commented that being smug didn't suit me. "I know we have a lot to talk about, but you being so smug right now is not going to help."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sorry. After all the stress and shit you three put me through recently, it's nice to be proved right."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you know he was cheating on Jane?" Mandy asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No. Not until tonight. I suspected it, but had no proof."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We crawled into bed, and I fell asleep almost immediately. In the morning we found out that Jane sent Terry a text after we left telling him his stuff was outside, it was gone when she woke up. I went to collect our kids from my parents house. Both of them were shocked when I retold last night's events.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As it was raining the kids went to their rooms. When I checked later Milly was colouring in a drawing, Kevin was reading a football magazine my Dad gave him. Mandy told me Kelsey would be staying with Jane for a while, she felt it was the least she could do for her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are we going to be okay, Rob? I know it's my fault and we have to talk."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We do have to talk, Mandy. Yes it is your fault, but I think we will be okay. I will say one thing though. If you ever suggest a fucking crazy idea like that again, i'll divorce you without missing a heartbeat." Mandy burst into tears and came to me for a hug, I gave in and hugged her as she cried.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That night we talked, Mandy admitted she got caught up in the rush of helping her sister, Terry just added to the pressure on her. I made my views known, Mandy would never suggest anything like it again. She admitted that she didn't love him, she just wanted to help them have a baby. For the first time in weeks we went to bed and made love, Mandy cried afterwards knowing what she nearly threw away for a dipshit.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We never saw Terry again, when Jane tried to contact him she found out he had quit his job. I did wonder if there were other kids out there that he had fathered and abandoned. After a month of living with Jane, Kelsey disappeared, leaving Alice behind. Kelsey made an excuse about a doctor's appointment, she never came back. She left a letter stating she couldn't manage being a Mum, she hoped Jane would be okay looking after Alice.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As part of the divorce Jane had to sell the house, half the equity went to Terry, if he turned up to collect it. Jane spoke to a lawyer about adopting Alice, she had taken to motherhood like a natural. As Terry was named as the father and Kelsey had disappeared it looked pretty easy for her to adopt Alice. The process dragged on but eventually Jane legally adopted Alice. Not wanting to see Jane struggle, Jane and Alice moved into the annexe over our garage. Mandy and I decorated it, Jane paid for the materials. It had two bedrooms, albeit both small but they would suffice.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They lived independently from us, although we saw a fair amount of them both. My only rule was that Mandy and I were not there to be babysitters at the drop of a hat. Jane assured me that after the way Terry had played around she would probably be single for a long time. As Alice grew older both of my kids took an interest in her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kevin was very protective in a big brother sort of way, Milly was still quiet but paid a lot of attention to Alice. Mandy suggested that Jane join us for dinner a few nights each week, I agreed so long as it wasnt every night.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Terry did eventually collect the money he was owed. He contacted the lawyer that Jane used for the divorce, he took the cash and left a letter for Jane. Jane read the letter and threw it in the bin, she told Mandy it was a poor excuse for an apology. Jane did tell me that Terry was not likely to return, apparently he was worried about what I would do to him.</span></p>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-51861461569513633112023-11-01T20:26:00.001-07:002023-11-01T20:26:50.555-07:00Tanya's Impregnation<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <span style="background-color: white;">Our life in Bangkok was moving very well. I had told my husband about the romping sex session I had on a business trip which also involved my boss David. Fortunately he was at the time too drunk to realize that I was the girl he'd fucked that night. Our working relationship was great and I didn't want any issues at work but it was fun remembering what he was like with his clothes off and his prick rampant inside me.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anyway, life was great and sex with my husband was great and our kids were doing well.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We both enjoyed our new found sexual freedom, away from our native country Pakistan. To do some of the things we've done since moving here, could actually cause our demise. But our sexcapades actually have made our bond stronger.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Among our many new friends we were closest to Olivia and Simon who were from Manchester. It was interesting to note the differences in our past experiences. But even with those differences we had become fast friends and saw each other a lot.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">One day I took Olivia for lunch, she seemed upset and rarely talked these days. After much insistence she told me that she was having regular fights with her husband Simon.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span></span></p><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was very concerned and asked her what the matter was. She insisted that I not tell anyone, and when I assured her that I wouldn't she told me that they were had been trying for a baby for a long time without success. She went on to say that they had been to various doctors who told her that she can't get pregnant.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I felt very sad for Olivia and suggested a marriage consular who was a good friend of mine.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Olivia and Simon started seeing the consular I'd suggested and things started to improve between them. A couple of months later they invited Asim and me to dinner. We had a great time and the dinner was amazing. Then after the dinner Olivia and Simon told us that they had a request to make of us. They told us that we were their closest friends and we were like family to them and they wanted to ask for a favor.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We were very confused by their nervous demeanor but assured them that we grant any request they might have. After moments of silence it hit us like punch in the stomach when Olivia blurted out a request that I be a surrogate for their child.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her request was followed by a long moment of silence which Simon finally broke by saying that they understood if we didn't want to do it but he hoped we would take some time to think about it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I had not been expecting this and wasn't able to say a thing. How could I carry someone's child in my belly for 9 months? What would we tell our families if I did do what they asked. How would we manage all this? It was a crazy idea.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was upset with them for putting us in this position. Then suddenly my husband said,</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We need some time to think about your request."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We then got up and Olivia came to me and hugged me. She told me that she was sorry if she had upset me. She started to cry but I told her not to, that whatever decision we came to it wouldn't affect our friendship.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We left their house and once in the car we talked. I went on about the problems we would face and how it would be uncomfortable for me physically. I was totally against the idea and told Asim that I couldn't see it happening.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When we got home, my husband told me that his initial reaction was same as mine but that they were good friends and had helped us adjust when we first came to Bangkok. They had helped us when we were setting up our household and babysat our kids and that our kids loved them like family and called them aunt and uncle.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He went on to say that this was a very important thing for them. He said that this was the only reason he was even discussing the idea.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Over the next few days we made a decision to go ahead to help them. This was a difficult decision for us but we wanted to help our friends. The next weekend we invited them to dinner at a restaurant and at the end of the meal we told them that I would do it. Olivia and Simon were so happy, Olivia started crying, hugging me and thanked me and my Asim.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This is when Asim told them that the process of impregnating me would be decided by Tanya and Olivia collectively. Olivia and I went to the ladies room where we started discussing how I was to become pregnant. I told her that I had my kids the natural way and it really bothered me to have something inserted artificial in my womb.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Olivia thought about that for a minute then said,</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So what you're telling me you want to get pregnant the normal way. If that's what you want, I'm good with it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">You can have sex with Simon. I'm sure he won't mind, and neither will I Tanya."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was shocked by her bluntness, I was just sharing my hesitation but she was so eager for a baby she could accept anything. I thought I might as well have fun while we were at it. After all, Simon has a nice built and he was a handsome man. I thought that with our mixed genes we might produce a fine looking child between us.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I asked Olivia what she thought Simon would think about this arrangement.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Olivia looked at me and said,</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't worry about that, You're beautiful and he'd be lucky to be able to have you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The plan to impregnate me with Simon's sperm was the hot topic after dinner. We decided that we would book a beach villa on Koh Tao island in Thailand during my next fertile period, which was in about two weeks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The day came and we all flew to Koh Tao. We reached our villa on the beach front and started unpacking. We had booked the villa for the weekend.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Simon was not supposed to have sex with Olivia from the night we had dinner and Olivia made sure that his diet contained items to increase his sperm count. I too was on a healthy diet, exercising and avoided having sex with Asim.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the afternoon of the first day we went to the beach. To heat things up Olivia and I were wearing g-strings and went topless. I saw Simon eyeing my tits, he knew he was going to have me in bed soon and I'm sure he was anticipating it. He was trying to hide his erection which was very obvious.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As the sun was setting Asim went to Olivia and whispered something in her ear and she laughed. I wanted to know what he'd said, but he hushed me, saying that I'd find out later.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After the sun went down we retired to our villa, once there Olivia started removing her g-string and pulled off the t-shirt she was wearing by and was soon standing naked in front of us. Olivia has a great body, her breasts are medium sized and very firm, not implants and her nipples pointing upwards.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She looked at me then walked towards me and pulled the ties from my bikini top and bottom, then she hugged my naked body and told Simon and Asim to undress. They didn't need any further invitation and lost their shorts in seconds.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was dusk, almost dark as we played, naked, in the pool just outside the front veranda of our villa. Simon and I started some physical contact to get comfortable with each other, this involved a lot of hugging and kissing and him feeling my breasts and ass.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a couple of hours, Olivia and Asim got dressed and told us to go inside and relax while they went shopping and prepared dinner. I know they wanted to make it easier for us by leaving us alone to find our way.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Simon and I got out of the pool and I started taking a shower beside the pool while Simon went put the drinks in the cooler. I was washing my hair when Simon came up behind me and hugged me. I was startled, but not surprised. I'd been receiving vibes from him all day and I figured it was time we started the process of my impregnation. As I've said before, Simon is a handsome guy, very blonde and with an impressive cock but so far I hadn't seen it fully erect.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Simon was holding me from behind, one hand cupping my breast while the other was gently rubbing my pussy. He was kissing my neck and his cock was poking against my ass. It was fully erect now. We dried each other and he lifted me in his arms and took me to the master bedroom or should I say 'the breeding room'.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Simon laid me on the big bed and immediately climbed on top of me and started kissing me again. The thoughts running through my in mind was that I was now going to be impregnated by this man who was not my husband. This child would be of two races, a blend of Simon's English heritage and my Pakistani self.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">These thoughts I was having were sending a funny feeling to the pit of my stomach and I was getting more horny and was really looking forward to what was to come. I was dripping wet when Simon finally touched my pussy, pushing a finger into me. Feeling my wetness he immediately went into action, he whispered in my ear that he had taken Viagra and that this night was ours. His cock was so stiff it was like a metal pipe very thick and pulsating.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Before entering me in the missionary position he placed a pillow under my hips, then he moved on top of me and pushed his cock in me inch by inch. He was gentle and soon was deep inside me. My Pakistani pussy was craving his white cock and he was giving it to me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Simon started fucking me with gentle strokes at first, while sucking my nipples. He was gradually upping his pace, and soon I was shuddering with my first orgasm overwhelming my senses. My jerking body didn't stop him in his mission, he just continued thrusting faster and faster. As he pumped away at me, he also spread my legs fully and kept pounding away, his cock was hitting my g-spot because of the pillow.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He continued fucking me harder and faster, making me moan with pleasure. I knew that his babymakers were ready to impregnate me and was fast approaching another orgasm at the thought of him spurting in me. Right then with a loud long groan his muscular body started shuddering and he shoved his cock deep into my pussy and held it there. He was moaning and shuddering as streams of his manly sperms were entering my womb in jet after jet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Simon stayed in me for a couple of minutes and then reached to grab what looked like a strange toy. What it turned out to be was a vaginal plug. He raised my lower body up and immediately plugged my pussy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I stayed there for a few minutes while Simon murmured how good it had been and how hot I was. Then after a bit Simon went to get some water for both of us.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I finally got up to drink the water and was amazed to see him fully erect again. He said he wanted to go again and asked me if we could do it doggy style this time. I eagerly obliged.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Simon positioned me on the edge of the bed and advised me to spread my legs wide. I did as he told me. I was getting a real kick out of this guiltless sex with my best friend's husband and was already wet again in anticipation.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Simon placed a pillow under my chest this time and told me to put my upper body weight on it and relax. He said that this position was more animal like and would gave him full control of my body.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He now moved behind me started eating my ass and asshole, his tongue was probing into my asshole and it was driving me mad. I was surprised at his abilities, he was driving me crazy with his mouth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soon Simon stopped teasing me and removed the vaginal plug. To my surprise nothing spilled out. Then quickly he inserted his cock into my slit again and without any effort slid fully inside me. Then he started fucking me again with deep hard thrusts pulling all the way out and then back in again. He was almost in a standing position and was holding my hips. In this state his thrusts were much more powerful and he went in very deep.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Suddenly Simon picked up his pace and I knew he was going to cum in me again. That thought brought me to another intense orgasm. He was really pounding away and my groans and moans were echoing throughout the villa, when he suddenly erupted again shoving his cock balls deep in me, quivering as he unloaded another load of babymakers deep within me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My pussy milked his throbbing cock, I couldn't help it, my whole body was throbbing. He told me to remain in that position for a while and plugged my pussy again, when he pulled out some of his precious cum did escape and oozed down my inner thigh.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Simon fucked me two more times over the next hour and each time after he'd cum in me he plugged me with the vaginal plug.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I felt that I was surely pregnant with his child by now. Olivia and my husband had taken the opportunity to fuck each other on the beach in the dark, but had only done it once, but even still Asim had given her a nice load because when she came into mating room to check on her I could see his sperm dripping down her inner thighs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We all had dinner and went to our bedrooms, Simon and I in the master room and Olivia and Asim in the other bedroom.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was exhausted and went to sleep right away. I woke up just before sunrise, Simon was hard again and was licking my asshole as I gain consciousness. He pulled his face away when he realized I was awake and then asked me to follow him. We left the villa and started walking down the beach naked. Simon was carrying a straw mat and after walking some distance he laid down a straw mat and asked me to lie down. He then moved on top of me and a started kissing me. Then he moved me on my side and asked me to raise one leg. I was now in a side way position, he placed himself against me and entered my pussy. This position enabled him to go deep inside of me. I hadn't tried that position before but liked it a lot.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Simon started fucking me and gradually built up a pace so that my moans could be heard a long way. The sun was coming up and I was panting to this intense fucking from my best friend's husband, being impregnated by him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soon I let out a loud moan as Simon collapsed on me and tried to catch his breath. He had cum in me once again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Afterward, we went for a long walk on the beach. I was unplugged this time with Simon's semen leaking from pussy. I really believed that the magic was already been done and that I was pregnant with his child. I thought if it wasn't done, I wouldn't mind doing this all again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As we walked, we saw another couple fucking like crazy. The sight of them doing it made us horny again and Simon immediately handed me down to the wet sand and started kissing me. The other couple noticed us but continued their own lovemaking.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This time I got on top of Simon facing the sea away from the couple, then suddenly I heard a voice saying, "Can I join?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I looked back and the guy was standing with his stiff cock all slick from lovemaking and the girl was nowhere to be seen. I smiled and said, "Sure, why not."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Simon insisted that he enter my back door and I had to agree with him. After all our hard work, we wanted to make sure that the child was Simons. He had some jelly to lube his cock and started fucking me from behind. It was strange, in the quest of getting pregnant with a another man's seed, I was now being double fucked by two men. Two cocks fucking me was too much and I orgasmed almost immediately, with my body jerking and shuddering as I came on their thrusting cocks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Finally, I collapsed with cum dripping from my both my holes as the men fucking me were fully spent. After a bit we collected ourselves and Simon and I said bye to the gentleman who had joined us for the fuck session and we walked back to the Villa. Simon had to provide me some support as I was fully spent and could barely walk.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We got back to the villa where I took a shower and got back to bed in the breeding room.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Simon came to bed and we slept for a time, then he fucked me twice more when we woke up. My pussy was plugged again for the day. But in the evening, I removed the plug. I was very sore and Olivia gave me a good massage.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We came home from our vacation on Monday and got busy with our lives waiting for a sign if I was indeed pregnant. On thursday afternoon I got a call from Simon who wanted to meet for lunch. I agreed, we met in the restaurant of a nearby hotel. Simon told me how thankful he was for my help and he wanted to extend his full support. We then started discussing our romping sex during the trip. Surprisingly, it started turning me on and I could feel Simon's voice getting intense.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">To convey this to me, he jokingly said that he wouldn't mind doing all of it again. I smiled and told him neither will I. In that brief moment I decided to let Simon do me again. We had already done it and for all we knew I was carrying his child in womb and our partners had given their consent. Having sex again before pregnancy was confirmed should be Okay, I told myself. Simon looked at me and we immediately said let's do it. We booked a room in the hotel.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As soon as we got in, Simon jumped me. We undressed each other like wild animals. This was pure instinct, I was going to make love with this man who was probably now the father of my child. Maybe I was pregnant and my body knew it and wanted the man who was father of the child growing in me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Simon was rock hard and I was a wet mess. He threw me to the bed and got on top of me kissing. I had wrapped my legs around his back. He immediately entered me going inch by inch inside me. I pulled him inside me by wrapping my legs around him. He started fucking me with long hard strokes making me moan. It took him a couple of minutes more and with a strong lunge he started squirting his semen in me bringing me to an intense orgasm. Simon came so much, he had so much sexual energy inside him, maybe it was instinct and he knew i was his mate that will give him a child.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I then moved to suck his cock which quickly stood up for another round. We stood up and he moved me towards the all glass side of the hotel building. I had my hands and face on the window and could see outside. Simon asked me to bend my back a little which I did. He then entered me from behind as my hips putruded towards him. He was able to generate a lot of power pushing me on the glass while his cock was entering the depth of my Pakistani pussy. My moans were filling the air and Simon was relentless. Suddenly he exploded in me, I couldn't take anymore of this and blacked out from an intense orgasm. After resting for about half an hour we put our clothes on and came down. We kissed each other goodbye and went to our work.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a week I did the pregnancy test. Of course I found that I was pregnant, no surprises there. Olivia, Simon and my husband were very happy about it, they provided me all the support.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Olivia took me for exercises, massages and yoga. We also completed all the necessary paperwork for custody of the baby. The sex I and Simon had after coming back from the trip was our secret and we shared it with no one.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We saw no one from Pakistan during this time, as this would have been very difficult to explain. Then in the fall I gave birth to a beautiful blonde healthy baby boy. The baby was from a man other than my husband, back home I would have been shamed and an outcast or worse. I felt sad when I had gave him away. He was so beautiful, I knew that he would be a very handsome man when he grew up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I had carried that child for 9 months and loved him and will always remember him and never forget the intense and exciting fucking I got from his father Simon. We named the boy Marcus and we still see each other regularly.</span></p>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-52531092989010685732023-11-01T20:21:00.004-07:002023-11-01T20:21:52.250-07:00My unforgettable night in new york<p><span face="ProximaNovaMedium, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana;">I was laying in bed next to my husband James. The room was dark with just the soft glow of the TV. We were going to New York in a few weeks and we were discussing our plans for the trip. James and I were in our mid-thirties and had been together forever. We had been to New York once before, but it was only for a couple days. We were excited to go back and check out all the things we had missed on our first trip. I really wanted to spend an afternoon wandering around the Museum of Modern Art and James was interested in seeing the Statue of Liberty up close.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As we were chatting, James softly whispered to me, "Would you be interested in trying that idea we talked about doing on our next vacation?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When James and I first got together we were more sexually adventurous. However, after a couple years our sex life had become more routine. Starting last year, we talked about how to make it more exciting and so during foreplay, so we came up with the idea of starting to share all the different sexual fantasies we had. At first, it was awkward for me to talk and open up about since I think I'm a bit sexually repressed. I had grown up in a conservative background where sex just wasn't talked about. James was the only person I had ever been with and I didn't have any sexual experiences before our relationship. After being with James for so long though, I admit, I sometimes fantasized about what it would be like to be with another person. What it would be like to feel the touch of someone new. What it would be like to explore their body.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span></span></p><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">One night, about six months ago, I finally got up the courage to share my fantasy with James. I was worried he would react negatively or be upset. However, to my surprise, James said he was turned on by the idea and said he also had a fantasy of watching me with another person. He hadn't shared it before since he wasn't sure how I would react. I asked him why he liked that fantasy and he said he would enjoy seeing me be sexually empowered, being pleasured by someone else, and that he was turned on by seeing other people desire me. After that night we started to sometimes get in the mood by making up different scenarios around that fantasy. Sometimes it was me with another man, other times with another woman. One of the hottest scenarios we talked about though was going on vacation, finding another couple, spending the day with them, having them show us the sights and then end the evening with me being the couples sexual plaything while James watched. We had talked a lot about different fantasy scenarios, but it was always just fantasy. We had never acted upon them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I considered James's suggestion he whispered again, "We can find a couple to hang out with for the day, have them show us the city, and if the spark is there we can take it further. If we're not feeling it, we can split. Lets just see where the night takes us."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The thought of the idea really turned me on, but I was still hesitant. I was nervous about going from fantasyland to reality and how that might impact us. We decided to not commit to anything, but to just dip our toes in the water and see how taking the fantasy a little bit further, beyond just us talking made us feel. James made a post on a couple message boards describing our fantasy to see if any couples wanted to meet up and just see what responses we got.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">By the next day we had received about a dozen responses. A few couples stood out, but one in particular was Jake and Lily. Jake and Lily had lived in New York for 10 years. Jake was a personal trainer and Lily was an office manager. Both Jake and Lily were very attractive. Jake was tall, probably at least 6'2" or 6'3", dark hair, muscular, and looked like the definition of a hunk. Lily was average height, slender, fit, long black hair in a ponytail, and very cute. We began messaging with them back and forth talking about our trip, talking a bit about us and them, and just getting a feel for who they were. They both seemed fun, free spirited, and a couple that liked to have fun. As the trip grew nearer, we started to get more serious about planning out the day of our date with them. We made plans to meet at our hotel lobby then start off visiting the Statue of Liberty in the morning like James wanted, stop for lunch in Midtown, visit the MoMA in the afternoon for me, and then grab dinner and drinks and see where things went from there.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When we arrived in New York it was hot and humid. The day of our date with Jake and Lily came and James suggested I try and wear something really sexy. I tried on a few outfits and decided to wear mini jean shorts that were more like a jean thong and a loose fitting tank top with big gaping armholes on the side without a bra. The look was very revealing, showed a lot of sideboob, and had plenty of opportunity for a wardrobe malfunction. As I looked in the mirror I felt sexy and thought to myself, "Wow I look really hot today." We went down the elevator of the hotel and Jake and Lily were there waiting in the lobby and they both greeted us enthusiastically with big smiles. Jake was wearing a plain white form fitting t-shirt and jeans. His look highlighted his muscles and physique. Lily was wearing a very short black mini-skirt and a very sexy deep V backless halter top that didn't do much more than cover her breasts. Both Jake and Lily looked very sexy and were even more attractive than they looked in their photos.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We spent the day sightseeing, getting to know both Jake and Lily and discovered we had a lot of interests in common. They were also both funny and outgoing which helped me feel comfortable since I was usually more shy around new people. Lily especially was super sweet and friendly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">For lunch we went to an amazing Italian restaurant. Over lunch we got to talking and I asked, "How often do you guys meet up with other couples?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lily said, "Oh, I don't know, maybe three or four times a year?".</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I asked them, "What got you guys into it and what made you keep going?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lily said, "Before we started, our sex life was normal, routine. We talked about playing with other couples and finally one day decided to give it a try. After we tried it though, there was no going back. Just because it brought a lot of passion, excitement and I think it brought us closer. I feel it made us desire each other even more."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I asked her, "Do you ever get jealous seeing Jake with another woman?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lily said, "No, I like watching him enjoy himself. The key to making it work for us is good communication and clear boundaries."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I shared, "I have to admit I'm nervous. This is going to be my first time being with someone else other than James."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lily asked, "Like ever, or just since you two started dating?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, "James is the only person I've ever been with."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lily laughed and said, "Oh don't worry, you will be in good hands with me and Jake."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As the day turned into evening we went to grab drinks at a popular bar after dinner. When we walked in the bar was already fairly crowded and music was blaring. We went up to the bar to order drinks and Lily came up behind me and slipped both hands under my tank top and began fondling my breasts. She whispered over my shoulder, "I have a surprise for you and we're going to have fun with you tonight, I can't wait."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I could feel the blood rushing to my head. I started looking around to see if anyone else at the bar noticed, but it seemed like no one had. I turned my head and asked her, "What is the surprise?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She started to play with my nipples as she continued to fondle me and coyishly said, "You'll just have to wait and see."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We got our drinks and after I finished my glass of wine I was already starting to feel a bit tipsy since I am a bit of a lightweight. Some people were dancing on the dance floor and James suggested that I go dance with Jake and Lily. We danced and grinded for a bit. As Jake danced with me I could feel the bulge in his pants. He leaned over and whispered, "You are so sexy and beautiful. Your body is banging. I can't wait to get back to the hotel and just rip your clothes off and fuck you in front of your husband."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As we closed out our tab at the bar, James checked in with me to see how I was doing. He asked if I was ready to take the next step in turning our fantasy into reality and bring Jake and Lily back to our hotel room. I had nervous butterflies in my stomach. I felt hesitant, but I knew from the excitement I felt, that deep down inside I knew I wanted it to happen. It was time to make a call though. Maybe the wine helped a bit, but I said to James, "Fuck it, yes, lets do this."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We headed back to the room and Lily and Jake were giggling. As we got into the room, James sat on a chair, and Jake and Lily sat on the bed. Lily suggested that the girls do a striptease, so we both began to seductively get undressed. After we were both nearly naked Lily then came over and started to kiss me and make out. Her lips were soft. It felt nice kissing another girl. Lily started to run her hands up and down my body, cupping and squeezing my breasts, and caressing my thighs. With every place she touched I could feel tingles of excitement. I started exploring Lily's body with my hands. It was so different from a man's body. It was soft, squeezable. I began to play with her breasts, lick her nipples, squeeze her butt. It was strange having full access to a new person's body after being only with James so long.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We both took our thongs off and now were completely naked. She guided me to lay down on the bed as we continued to make out. She was on top and with one hand she caressed my face and with her other hand she began rubbing my clit. I could feel feel my juices flowing and I apologized, "Sorry, I think I'm really wet down there."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lily said, "Don't worry, I would be offended if you weren't completely drenched." She then slowly started to make her way down my body, gently kissing every inch. When she reached my groin she lowered her head into my lap. She teased me by slowly giving my pussy a lick, taking a long pause, and then giving it another slow sensual lick. She then lifted my legs into the air and began to slowly lick my asshole. Lily went back and forth alternating between slowly and sensually licking my pussy and my asshole. Finally, after teasing me for a couple minutes Lily began to eat me out in earnest. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the moment.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lily going down on me felt so good. I could feel the intensity starting to build up in me. I moaned, "Ohhh Lily, don't stop!" Lily kept going and I felt the intensity rising. It reached a boiling point and I had a loud moaning orgasm. I could feel it washing over me and I thought to myself, "This is my first orgasm from someone other than James."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a minute for my body to calm down Lily said, "My turn!" with a smile. She flipped onto her back and I began kissing and caressing her body all over, exploring every inch. I then lowered my head to Lily's lap. I had never done this before, but I figured it couldn't be that hard to figure out. I began licking Lily's clit and she began to moan. She told me, "Suck it. Suck it harder you little slut." I began sucking and fingering her and I could tell the intensity was building up for her. After a few minutes of sucking and fingering she began to arch her back and moan as she orgasmed. After it finished Lily said, "It seems like you're a natural."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lily then motioned to me to lie down and she said with a devilish grin, "Now it's Jake's turn!" Up until this point Jake and James had just been sitting watching the two of us and enjoying the show. Lily began to undress Jake and when she got him down to his underwear I could see that he was well endowed and that his cock was rock hard. She pulled off his boxer briefs and I saw his cock. It was bigger than James's. Jake must have been 7.5" maybe even 8" and thick.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jake then said, "I hope you're ready for me to ravish your hot, sexy little wife."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I looked at my husband, James, and said, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He leaned over to hold my hand and said, "I've never found you so sexy before. I can't wait to see you enjoy another man's body and watch him enjoy yours."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jake began running his hands over my body and it felt like electricity. He began to make out with me. I started to run my hands up and down his body feeling his abs, squeezing his big muscular arms and grasping a fist full of his sexy butt. With Jake on top of me he felt so big and it made me feel so tiny. I wrapped my hand around his cock and began slowly stroking it as we continued to kiss. I then spread my legs and guided his cock inside me. I felt my heart skip a beat when it went in. He pinned down by both of my hands and began to rhythmically and forcefully thrust. I locked my legs around him. My heart was racing from feeling a new man inside me for the first time. His big cock made my vagina feel so full. As I lay there, pinned down by Jake, I thought he felt so dominant and in charge.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I started to moan, "Ohhh fuck me Jake, fuck me! Fuck me with your BIG cock. Ohhh, I love feeling your BIG cock deep inside of me." Lily came over and Jake would switch between kissing me and kissing Lily.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jake then flipped me over onto my stomach so I was prone. He stretched my arms out over my head and pinned them down again with one hand. He then began pounding me from behind. Lily got up close to the action and began to squeeze and fondle Jake's balls while he fucked me. After a little bit Lily suggested we switch positions again. Jake rolled on to his back and Lily told me to climb on top of him. I got on top of Jake and Lily helped hold his cock upright as I mounted him and slid it into my vagina. I started riding his cock twerking my ass up and down and dangling my breasts in his face so he could play with them and suck on them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I looked back at Lily and saw she had pulled a strapon out of her backpack and was in the process of lubing it up. Now I knew what she meant earlier when she had said she had a surprise for me. I was nervous, I had never done any anal play before, but I decided to just surrender and give in to the moment. Lily came behind me and slowly began to slowly ease her strapon into my asshole as I let out a small gasp. She said, "That's right, you take it you little slut." She started to kiss my ears and the back of my neck. Once her strapon was fully in, Lily then grabbed my waist with both of her hands to brace herself as she began to forcefully thrust her cock in my asshole.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I could feel them both inside of me thrusting, filling my ass and my vagina. The sensation of both of them pumping away was like nothing I had ever felt before. I could feel the intensity of their thrusting pick up almost in unison and I knew it was getting to be too much. I could feel my brain starting to get overloaded. All my senses were overloaded. I could feel the intensity inside me building again. I then had the most earth shattering full body orgasm I've ever had. My toes curled. I lost control of what my body was doing. I think I blacked out for a second. That pushed Jake over the edge and I could feel his big throbbing cock twitching as he pumped my pussy full of his cum.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After they both pulled out, I flopped over on the bed exhausted. I was completely drained. Lily giggled and said, "We should do that again sometime." She and Jake showered up, we chatted a bit more, and then they headed home.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When they left, James and I began to talk about the experience. I asked James how he was doing.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He said, "You were so hot and sexy babe. I love you so much. I loved watching you have fun and enjoy getting pleasured by Jake and Lily."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">James then began to kiss my naked body, and run his hands over me. We started to make out and then James slid his cock inside me and we began to fuck. It felt different than our usual sex. I could feel his primal animalistic instinct to reclaim me as his.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As he thrust I said, "Did you like watching another man fuck me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He replied, "Oh my god, it was so hot watching you get into it and enjoy yourself."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I moaned, "Ohh, do you like feeling another man's cum in my pussy?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">James said, "I love it. It makes your pussy so wet."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We had one of the most passionate sex sessions that we've had in years. I orgasmed for the third time that night as James came inside me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It has been a few weeks since that trip and things in the bedroom with James have never been better. We are fucking almost daily and I can see he desires me with a new look in his eye. I think Lily was right, it has ignited a new passion in our marriage. It was such an overwhelming experience, but I can't stop thinking about that night with Jake and Lily. Before this I would have never have though that I would actually fulfill this fantasy, but now I don't think I can go back. My mind has been running in overdrive fantasizing about the next time and the next couple. I can't wait to do it again.</span></p>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-41290052364340918552023-11-01T20:07:00.001-07:002023-11-01T20:07:00.155-07:00Milk Money 1<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <span style="background-color: white;">My wife Wendy and I were going through a bit of a hard time financially since she'd had to go on maternity leave to have our baby girl, Tina. I have a job as a plumber and I make an average weekly wage that keeps the rent paid on the mobile home we live in, food and the electricity. And after the essentials there wasn't any money left over.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thankfully Wendy's Mom had the foresight to throw us a baby shower so were well stocked up on diapers and wipes. And we didn't need baby formula because Wendy was breastfeeding our daughter. I felt so sorry for my wife because she was constantly feeding little Tina and all hours of the night too. The poor thing was getting very little sleep because she was either changing Tina's diaper at all times of the night or feeding her. But even with our daughter's hefty appetite Wendy was still having to relieve her breasts of the extra milk and since no one at the baby shower gifted us a breast pump she was having to physically relieve her sore breast, because if she didn't her breasts would become sore and engorged.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">One morning last week I caught her bent over the kitchen sink milking her tits. Her nipples we're so bright pink and swollen. Gone were her pert little button sized pinkies that I'd enjoyed sucking and nibbling on. I just stood back and watched and I couldn't believe how hard my dick was getting. She was dressed in a pink hello kitty thong and with her mommy ass swaying back and forth, it was just too fucking sexy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span></span></p><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was in a pair of boxers and I pulled them down and stepped up behind my tired wife and pressed my dick against her bottom and she jumped in a start.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Jason! Honey I really don't feel like it this morning. And please don't watch because this is just disgusting!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I pulled her thong down to her ankles, "You look sexy as fuck to me, and I just gotta have you." I said slipping my hands under her arms I pushed her hands away and I cupped her swollen titties in both my hands. They were so heavy and filled with milk.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">So I began tugging on her nipples. They felt so taunt between my fingertips. And as I tugged and pinched them a stream of warm milk shoots forth and I hear my wife give a slight gasp. I instantly stopped and pulled my hands away. "Did I hurt you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes! No! Fuck! Just do it, Jason!" Wendy said suddenly taking my hands into hers and pressing them hard against her engorged tits.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I grasped her fat pink nipples and pulled straight out on them and again milk sprayed forth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She pressed her back against me and shuddered, "Ah, Jason that feels so good!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I started milking my sexy little blond wife. She was getting turned on by it that she started rubbing her ass against my hard on.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She bends so her tits are still over the sink and she lowers her right hand and grasps my cock and presses it against her dripping wet pussy. I didn't wait for an invitation, no sir. I shoved my cock all the way to the hilt inside her post pregnancy cunt and I began fucking her. Yes she was a little loose from squeezing out a baby but it still felt wonderful!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"FUCK YEAH!!!" I exclaimed, drilling her pussy so hard she was standing on the tips of her toes, and all the while I'm just milking those juicy fucking tits of her. I kept squeezing and pinching at her nipples and the more I did the tighter and wetter her pussy became. She was so getting off on this. Milk was spraying forth like two tiny geysers and my dear wife is crying out in pleasure. In fact she came so hard her body was convulsing and her pleasure caused me to blow my load. She and I both sank to our knees right there on the kitchen floor. We cuddled for maybe a minute before Tina started crying.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wendy frowned and rolled her blue eyes, "Time to feed her Highness."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I watched my wife pull herself up from the floor and dutifully make her way to the nursery like the good mom she is. But then I wondered to myself, "Does she know that she's still naked?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I shook my head and got up and pulled on my boxers and walked over and sat down on the couch and I waited for her to finish feeding our daughter and when she came back out she had on her short little madame butterfly robe. I smiled at her and pulled her into my lap to face me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh Jason I miss our little sex sessions." she smiled tiredly. "It doesn't seem like we get enough time together anymore."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I pulled her into a hug, "Tina's worth it, right?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She sat up and gave me a hard look, "You're darn tooting, she is."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We both laughed at that.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then she gave me one of her sexy little pouts, "I just wish I could help you out."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You do, baby." I said and grabbed my crotch.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She slapped my chest, "Not like that you Silly Billy. I mean I wish there was something I could do to help us out financially. I absolutely hate being broke all the time! Heck I can't even remember the last Mani Pedi I had!" She said looking down at her nails.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I popped her ass, "It was just last month, Wendy." My wife was so spoiled. I shook my head, "I'm working all the hours I can, Baby."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh no, Honey! I'm not trying to make you feel bad believe me. I know you're doing your best."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is this going somewhere, Wendy?" I knew my wife enough to know she was hinting around to asking me something.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Jason what would you say if I told you that I can make upwards of sixteen dollars an ounce for my breast milk."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I started laughing.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She popped my chest, "What's so funny?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I looked over at the kitchen sink, "If that's the case then we probably just wasted a hundred dollars."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wendy started giggling, "You might be right about that. But anyways, Jason I can make money by selling my breast milk."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay I'll bite. How?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you know Sandy, over in lot forty-eight?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I rolled my eyes, "Sandy The Slut?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Jason! That's not nice!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yeah I know, but that's what all the guys in the park call her."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wendy folded her arms and shook her head, "It's still not nice and I don't want you to call her that anymore."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm sorry, Honey. Go on with what you were saying."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sandy had her baby boy, Grayson a month before we had, Tina. She's able to breast feed her son and make a living at selling her milk to gentlemen who enjoy suckling her breasts. It's called A.N.R. Which means an Adult Nursing Relationship."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I closed my eyes and tried to wrap my head around what she was trying to say.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I looked it up online and it's an actual thing. There are men who have a fetish for drinking..."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay! Okay, I get it, Wendy these men pay to suck Sandy's tits. For fucks sake, woman your telling me that you would be fine with some stranger sucking your tits? Is that what you're saying?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wendy frowned and looked away, "I knew you would be against it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Honey come on?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No Jason." She stood up and started to sulk off to the bedroom but I took her by the arm.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Wait." I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wendy looked down at me, "It's fine!" and with tear filled eyes she shrugged off my hand and calmly walked to the nursery.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Frustrated I got up and went to the bedroom and put on my clothes for work and as I was dressing I couldn't help but think about Sandy. That fucking slut bitch was off the fucking chain suggesting something like this to my wife. I threw open the bedroom door and stormed down the hall toward the kitchen to pick up my lunch. Wendy was seated in the recliner holding our daughter to her breast as I passed and she didn't even look up at me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I picked up my bagged lunch and walked back to the nursery and peeked in, "It's Saturday and you know I'm only working half a day. We'll go out and do something when I get home. How's that sound?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wendy looked up at me and pointed her index finger at the door, which meant get the hell out of here. So I did, and I slammed the door hard and started for my truck. I wasn't even half way to the truck when I heard Tina start crying. Me slamming the fucking door had frightened her. What a dick move on my part. I hurried back into the house and gently took my daughter from my tired wife.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What are you doing, Jason? Sweetie you gotta get to work." she insisted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I ignored my wife and started patting Tina on the back and cooing to her and rocking her. And in a few minutes Tina began to calm down and then eventually she fell asleep against my shoulder. I smiled at Wendy and carried her back to her crib and gently laid her down.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I turned around to find my wife standing in the doorway to the nursery. "Okay." I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wendy looked at me confused, "What?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You can do it. But under one condition. No sex what so ever."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Honey I can't believe that you would even say that." She began walking toward me, "You know you're the only man that I'll ever allow between my legs." She wrapped her arms around me and laid her head against my chest.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Not wanting to wake Tina we walked back out to the living room to discuss it. "So how do we do this? Do you run an ad in the newspaper or start up some website. Titty Milk for sale. Come and get it while it's warm."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How gross,Jason. That's disgusting!" Wendy giggled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I shrugged, "Whatever. This whole plan is disgusting, but your right we have to do something."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wendy smiled and shoved me back onto the couch then she straddle my legs and draped her arms around my neck, "I think you need to taste the product, big boy." She undid her robe and slipped it down her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What are you doing, Wendy?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She giggled, "I'm gonna breastfeed you." With that she cupped her hands beneath her milk swollen tits and leaned in and pressed them against my face.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her nipples instantly began dripping warm milk against my cheeks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Honey stop! That's nasty!" I snapped. But she wouldn't stop. She gripped her right tit with both hands and jammed her stiff nipple against my lips. "Don't you dare call my milk gross. If it's good enough for our baby then it's good enough for daddy. Now DRINK!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'd never tasted breast milk in his life. Not even as a baby did my mother feed me from her breast. But to tell the truth I was kinda curious at what it tasted like as I'd watched Wendy feed Tina. But I had been too embarrassed to ask her for a sip. And now Wendy was trying to force it on me. So fuck it I opened my mouth and gently clamped my lips on her nip and milk instantly gushed into my mouth. And Holy shit it tasted great! It was warm, creamy and slightly sweet. And I began sucking and drinking like it was the most natural of things to do.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wendy placed her free hand to the back of my neck and pushed her tit against my mouth. "Oh sweetie, that's right! Get you some."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I gripped her left tit and clamped my finger tips over the nipple and pinched which sent a stream of milk crashing against my cheeks and my nose. "Fuck yes!" I gasped. This was awesome! I became covered in the creamy goodness and I greedily sucked and licked Wendy's right breast until it would give no more. Then I gripped her left tit with both hands and pulled it to his mouth and I began sucking it as well. Shit I couldn't get enough of it. Wendy finally pushed my mouth away.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Easy big boy. Save some for our daughter will yeah?" she giggled and then leaned in and kissed me on my milk drenched lips.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Fuck! That shits good!" I exclaimed reaching for her tits again but she smacked my hands away.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, Jason! I'm serious!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I frowned as if she scolded me and then nodded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She reached down and grabbed my crotch and her blue eyes went wide, "Goodness, Jason if you ask me I think you got a fetish for the stuff."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I do not! I just think it tastes good, that's all." I protested.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wendy smiled and shook her head, "Whatever darling. You need to get to work and I need to call Sandy and see if she'll set me up with one of her clients."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I laughed, "So you think it'll be that easy to talk that greedy slut into parting with a client or two."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wendy shot me a hard look, "Honey I told you not to call her that! She's my friend."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I quickly raised my hands and nodded, "Alright. I'm sorry. But do you think she will?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I think she will. Besides she has more clients than she has milk and she still has to feed, Grayson. So why wouldn't she? Now you need to get to work. Your already gonna be late."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I relented and stood up and I took her in his arms, "I love you baby." I kissed her and suddenly lowered my mouth to her right breast and latched on and started sucking.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Damn it Jason!" Wendy shouted and pushed me back. "Stop! Get a grip, Sweetie!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I smiled and walked out of the house, slightly frustrated and I quickly got in my truck and left. Fuck I didn't want to go to work but I had too. If I had the choice in the matter I would have stayed home and fed on Wendy's tits all day long. Fuck her milk tasted primo.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I was heading toward the exit at the far end of the trailer park I just so happened to look over at lot thirty eight and I see Sandy laying out on the back deck. She was dressed in a red bikini and was laying flat on her back in a chaise lounge talking to someone on her cellphone. Most likely a client. Meanwhile her husband, Mark was on the front porch with a cigarette between his lips and he was rocking Grayson. That fucker has never worked a day in his fucking life. He was selling Sandy's pussy to any man with fifty dollars. Heck the kid was probably not even his.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Well I worked my half day and I came home with the intention of sucking Wendy's titties again. But when I got home I found this Ford Tempo parked in my spot, so I pulled in beside it and got out. I didn't recognize the car belonging to anyone we know. I climbed the steps tired as fuck and dreading to have to talk to anyone at that moment.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I opened the front door and my mouth dropped in shock at the sight of a man sucking my wife's breast. He's lying flat on his back in Wendy's lap. She places a finger on her lips. The guy is asleep and his jaws were still flexing which meant he was still sucking.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I wanted to wake him up and kick his ass but truth be told the scene was pretty fucking erotic. I was also experiencing a bit of jealousy as well because here was another man partaking of my milk! The fucking ass wipe!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wendy smiled and shrugged and then pointed at the beat up old recliner in the corner of the living room. She actually wanted me to watch her breastfeeding this stranger. This thief!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fuck it I gently closed the door behind me and walked over and sat down in the recliner.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The guy opened his eyes and looked at me and then pulled his lips from my wife's breast and gave me a heated look, "Get the hell out of here and wait your turn, asshole. I paid this cow for an hour."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was about to say something when I saw Wendy frown and she grabbed a handful of his hair, "Hey, Todd, don't be calling me a cow!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His attitude quickly changed and he looked up at her, "I'm sorry, Wendy."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And watch how you talk to my husband!" She adds and shoves her tit against his mouth and he immediately starts feeding again. Then, Wendy begins slowly stroking the top of his head just as I've seen her do with Tina a hundred times before.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I smiled at my wife and she just winked at me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Todd received his full hour of breastfeeding and he gets up and wipes his mouth and he gives me an apologetic look, "I'm sorry about snapping at you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I smiled and nodded and gave him the thumbs up not really wanting to talk to him. I mean what can you say to a man who's just milked your old lady?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He turns to Wendy and reaches into his back pocket and takes out his wallet and he takes a twenty dollar from it and hands it to her, "That's you tip."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wendy smiles and stands up and gives Todd a big hug and a peck on the cheek, "Thank you Todd."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Todd leans in and whispers something in my wife's ear and she blushes and giggles and shakes her head, "I can't do that, Todd." and she briefly looks in my direction.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He smiles, "Please. Sandy does it for me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, Sweetie I just can't, okay."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Todd shrugs, "Okay then, it'll be your loss. Next time I'll wait for Sandy."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wendy's smile quickly vanished, "What?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Todd didn't answer her instead he turned and walked out.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My wife sat down on the sofa again this time with a sad look on her face. I quickly stood up and walked over and sat down next to her and put an arm around her and pulled her close. "Are you Ok, Baby?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She just nods, "I'm fine."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He wanted sex didn't he." I asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wendy shrugs, "He wanted me to jerk him off the next time he comes over for his feeding. And I guess you heard what I told him?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I nodded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What do you think I should have said? Do you think I should have told him yes? I mean jerking a guy off is not technically sex, right?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Honey?! Come on your telling me that you could actually jerk some guy off?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Only if you tell me it's Okay. Sure I could do it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I laughed at how nonchalantly she said it and she smacked my leg.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't laugh at me, Jason." she pouted and stood up. "I'm doing this because we need the money."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh thank you for clarifying that I just thought it was because you wanted to hold another man's dick in your hand."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wendy's blue eyes went wide and she again smacked my leg even harder this time, "Stop being an ass, Jason I'm trying to be serious here!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay, Okay." I said rubbing my thigh.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She cocks her head and gives me a serious look, "So do I have your permission, or not?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I returned her serious look and then nodded, "Alright, you got it Wendy. But nothing more than that."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She gave me a shocked expression, "Absolutely nothing more!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">At that moment, Tina started crying. Wendy rolled her eyes, "My nipples are so sore right now." She stood up and started for the nursery.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I hope you have something left when you're done with Tina."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She giggled and stood up, "You, sir have such a milk fetish!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I slapped her hard across the ass as she walked away.</span></p><div><br /></div>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-22911523331436251462023-11-01T19:57:00.001-07:002023-11-01T19:57:00.178-07:00How we became swingers<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <span style="background-color: white;">Sandra had just graduated from an elite beauty academy in Los Angeles and was now back home in the San Francisco bay area doing photo shoots all week which led up to a hair show on Friday. Throughout the week Sandra had made friends with a woman by the name of Mayumi. According to Sandra, Mayumi was a beautiful Japanese woman that was showing her the in's and out's of working photoshoots. Mayumi was married to a rich business man named Troy and together they lived in the UK for over 7 years. Mayumi was in the states for only 1 week to work on the photo shoots and hair show and would leave the following Monday. Late Friday morning Troy had flown in from the UK to see the hair show and spend the weekend with Mayumi. Sandra was excited for me to meet Mayumi at the hair show. I was happy that she had made friends with someone while working on these shoots since this was her first actual big project outside of the beauty academy.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After the hair show everyone went to the sir Francis drake hotel in SF for a large party. There were a lot of people there. Sandra's hair was platinum blonde at the time and she wore a tight white blouse with a black short skirt. I finally was able to meet Mayumi for the first time. I had seen her from picking up Sandra, but only from afar, nothing face to face. She truly took my breath away the first time that I stood before her and heard her soft and lovely voice. She did not shake my hand, but hugged me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ahh... hello love, you are the amazing husband that Sandra has been telling me about." She said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span></span></p><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Back then Sandra and I were not married, but we called each other husband and wife since we had been together so long dating all the way back to high school. Mayumi was in her late 30's but appeared much younger. She looked like an athletic teenager, with a toned slim body and cone shaped tits and a tight fit ass. She was even a little taller than me standing at least around 6 feet tall. She wore a long black dress with the top cut really low and hanging between her firm small tits. Her arms were toned and strong looking. She wore heavy eye shadow and had large big wet lips with a natural looking lipstick on them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The hotel itself was pretty fancy. I had never been to a nice hotel like this before in my life. Mayumi brought Sandra and I over to meet Troy who was sitting at a table by himself having a drink. Troy was a good looking older black gentleman wearing an expensive black and white pin stripped suit. When we came over to him he stood up and just like Mayumi, gave Sandra and I big hugs and told us that it was a pleasure to meet us both.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Mayumi has told me so much about you Sandra. You are beautiful just like Mayumi has told me." He said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayumi and Sandra left Troy and I at the table together as they ran off to go and mingle with all other other photographers, hair stylist and models at the party. I got to chat with Troy and right from the start we got along pretty well. I was making him laugh his ass off. Troy was a business man that owned several businesses and investment firms in the UK. Part of our conversation went way over my head and I felt foolish at a certain point to ask too many questions about what he did for work. I still don't really understand what he does for a living. At 22 years old back then I did not have that much of my life together like I do now, so I was limited in what I would chat about with a rich 58 year old black man from the UK. But I did make him laugh a lot and he seemed to be having a good time nevertheless. We had a great time at the party together.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Later on in the night Troy and I were outside on balcony over looking union square down below. He was smoking a cigar, and I was chain smoking cigarettes. We both had a few drinks in us needless to say. Then it came.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Troy was leaning over the balcony railing on his elbows with both arms crossed. He looked over at me with a soft smile on his face.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know. My wife has not been able to stop talking about your wife all week long. She loves her and has had a great week together with her. You and your wife are great people. Sandra is lovely and very beautiful and you are a good man with a good sense of humor, and very smart." He said</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He took a slow puff of his cigar and then looked me straight in the eyes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Listen... Mayumi and I have spoken about this, and I would like to know straight from you if it is something that you would like to do... if you would like, Mayumi and I would like to take you and Sandra back to our hotel room and have a little fun together." He said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When he first told me this, it was like my brain did not know what words it just heard. I could not process this in my mind. It literally took me a second to understand what he just said. What the hell is this man talking about? Does he want to fuck Sandra? I remember that I was mad and excited at the same time. Is he talking about Mayumi and me? Or oh no wait... he is talking about Mayumi and Sandra, and then me and him?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What do you mean have a little fun?" I asked him almost in a whisper.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He looked at me and smiled. Then he spoke again, but this time in a slower voice.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know... we get naked and please one another's wives. Mayumi will take good care of you." This was a double assault on my emotions. I was jealous and mad thinking of this older good looking black man fucking my wife, yet my dick was getting hard just at the thought of Mayumi naked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I... Your ok with this? I mean, I might have to ask Sandra first...." I was stuttering. My mind was at a total collapse. This was very real and actually happening. He just told me that he had already spoken to Mayumi about it and she was ok with it! Mayumi was ok with "being" with me? My heart was jumping out of my chest!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Listen... life is short. You guys need to experience things together. Have fun. Loosen up and open your minds. With trust, your love will grow stronger. You know why we wanted to do this? Because you guys are a great couple, and Mayumi loves you guys. In a few days Mayumi and I will go back to the UK, but the experience that the four of us will share together, that will bond us." He said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The way he explained it made it sound like something that we "had" to do. This was a mature successful older couple that had been married for decades, and here they were imparting knowledge to Sandra and I.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Once we went inside shortly after bringing up the subject I sought out Sandra and pulled her aside privately.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What?" She said smiling and a little tipsy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Troy was speaking to me outside and he said that him and Mayumi want us to go to their hotel room and "swap" with them. Do you know about this? Has she said anything to you about this?" I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sandra started laughing and leaned forward towards me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Mayumi said something about that earlier I think, but I did not know what she was saying." She said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What do you mean? What did Mayumi say?" I asked her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Mayumi said that later we can all go upstairs and have fun together." She said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I think that's what she was speaking about... they want to do a wife swap with us!" I said now laughing. Sandra looked side to side as if picturing what it would look like. I think she was going through the same emotions that I was going through on the balcony.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So... I would be with Troy, and you would be with Mayumi?" She said looking me dead in the eyes now.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And your ok with this? Wouldn't you be jealous?" She said now being serious.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm not sure. Mayumi is your friend and she's married it's not like we are going to run off with them or anything. I think they just want this as a one time thing." I was honestly just thinking about Mayumi at the time. My judgement was clouded and I was not thinking at all about Troy and Sandra.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why don't you go and speak to Mayumi about this." I told her. "She's your friend. See what she has to say." I told her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sandra walked over to Mayumi and I saw them at first speaking seriously, and then after a while Sandra and her starting laughing. Mayumi grabbed her hand and was smiling softly while speaking to her. Sandra eventually walked back over to me, and Mayumi found Troy and left the room.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ok... Ok, I spoke to her. I'm ok with this now. Let's do it." She told me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We are going to do it?" I asked her smiling and leaning forward towards her excitedly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes. They fucking love us Brian. And they want to share a sexual night with us so we can all just relax and please one another. I think it will be fun. Just don't get mad or anything." She said. I had no idea what she was talking about. Yes I was a little jealous of her going to fuck Troy, but I myself was going to fuck Mayumi. She should be the one getting jealous.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We went back to our hotel room and Sandra took a quick shower to wash her pussy and ass and to freshen up. I tried to mentally prepare myself to last as long as possible with this beautiful Japanese woman and to watch Sandra get fucked. Sandra threw on yoga pants and a t-shirt, and I threw on my sweat pants and running shoes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When we got to their hotel room Mayumi opened the door with a gigantic smile on her face. She was bare footed wearing a black silk robe. She still had all her makeup on, a thick gold necklace tight around her long slender neck and was holding a tall glass of red wine. She was beaming with happiness.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm so excited you guys are here! Come, follow me." She said. She waved us to follow while taking a sip of her wine.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In other other room Troy was also in a silk black robe and sitting on a chair at the counter near the window. The room was large with a sectional couch in the middle with a glass coffee table and a fireplace in the corner. The lights were dim and set the mood.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm so glad you guys came to join us. Tonight we will have a great time together." As he stood up, I saw the shape of his dick under the robe. It looked huge at the time and caught my attention. I can only imagine what was also going through Sandra's mind as well. He came over to me and hugged me, and then Sandra.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayumi handed us each a glass of red wine.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Listen. There is only love in this room tonight ok? We don't do this with just anyone. You guys are a young great couple, and we want to share our love with you guys. Do you understand?" She said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"At first I was a little shocked. But I get it now. You guys are an amazing couple, and yes, I get that we have a great connection. I think this will be good." I said. They smiled as if I had missed the mark by a bit but let me have a pass. I decided to shut the fuck up after this.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let's go to the couch and get comfortable shall we?" Troy said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We walked to the couches and sat down. Mayumi sat between Sandra and I, and Troy sat on the other side of Sandra. We all drank the wine and made each other laugh with some mild humor. At a certain point Mayumi leaned over and started to touch the top of Sandra's chest. Sandra looked over, and Mayumi leaned in and started kissing her. Sandra visibly moved her head back in shock for a second, and then Mayumi leaned back and smiled at her while looking in her eyes and then moved forward again kissing her passionately while holding the side of her face softly with her hand. Troy looked at them and smiled gently. My dick quickly got hard and my breathing increased.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayumi moved her hand down to the bottom of Sandra's top and slowly pulled it over her head leaving her with just a bra on and her big tits pushed up. I did not know what to do, so I tried to be chill like Troy and have a sip of my wine while smiling. I noticed a huge lump building under Troys robe.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayumi did not waste time. She stood up and pulled Sandra up by her hand. She undid Sandra's bra and took it off. Sandra smiled at first and held her breasts looking at me and then at Troy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's ok honey. We are all family tonight. You are an angel." Troy said. Mayumi removed Sandra's hands revealing to Troy and Mayumi her dark thick nipples with big silver bar bells going sideways through them. Mayumi reached out and squeezed them together, and then leaned down and started sucking on the nipples and licking them with her tongue. Sandra was a little awkward about having a woman suck on her nipples, but her breathing clearly increased and she held onto Mayumi's shoulders and arms. Mayumi then reached down and pulled down Sandra's skirt, exposing her black G string that was shoved up her large butt cheeks. Mayumi turned Sandra around and then sat her back down on the couch. She reached forward and slowly pulled off Sandra's G string, now leaving her butt naked on the couch with her legs spread. My wife's pussy was now exposed to two other people for the first time that I had ever seen. Troy stared directly at her pussy and smiled. Mayumi held Sandra's legs apart and held them up spreading Sandra as far as she can. Sandra's hairless pussy was slightly spread open and even from my distance sitting across the section couch from her, I could clearly see as Troy could that Sandra was dripping wet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are a lucky man." Mayumi said looking over at me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Your wife has the pussy of a Goddess." She said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayumi then took off her robe and flung it on the couch next to Troy. I quickly took in Mayumi's toned fit body with perfect abs and firm conned shaped tits that pointed out straight with large puffy nipples. Her pussy was hairless like Sandra's but she had long pussy lips that stuck out from her vagina and moved when she moved. Her ass was toned and small but shaped like a heart. Mayumi had very low body fat, but only her titties and ass appeared to keep good amounts of flesh. The proportions of her body to her ass and tits were amazing.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayumi got on her knees and put her head directly into Sandra's crotch and started eating her pussy. Sandra leaned her head back and instantly started moaning. Troy slowly opened his robe and pulled out a gigantic cock. The size of his cock shocked me to my very core. I realized that right now at the age of 22 years old, this was the very first real life black cock that I had ever seen hard and right before me. It was at least twice the size of my dick in length and thickness. He put one of his hands all the way around his dick and started stroking, but he still had at least enough room for more than one more hand. He slowly started stroking his cock while watching Mayumi eat Sandra's pussy. I could not believe my eyes. I was instantly jealous, but what could I do at that point? I stood up and pulled down my sweat pants and underwear. I did not want to be the only one in the room with clothes on, and I feel that I was getting behind them. My little 5 and half inch dick popped out. Troy did not seem to mind or pay attention to me. I sat back down on the couch and started stroking a little bit as well, but at this point I was so excited I did not want to make myself cum.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayumi sat up, and then moved up to Sandra's face and kissed her again. Sandra reached out this time and started to grab Mayumi's breasts and play with her nipples, pinching them between her fingers. Sandra moved down to her knees where Mayumi was and then this time Mayumi slowly sat down on the couch and spread her legs a part. Sandra laughed a little and then moved forward putting her face to Mayumi's pussy lips and started licked her pussy. I had never seen Sandra with anyone before, let alone eat a womans pussy. Mayumi smiled and looked down at Sandra eating her pussy. She reached out and gently held the sides of Sandra's head.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Troy then slowly stood up and removed his robe completely. His massive thick black cock stood out hard as a rock, and glistening in the light from the lamps. He got behind Sandra and reached out and spread her ass open. Sandra felt this and stuck her ass out further letting him have a better view and position. Troy moved his hand up and down Sandra's crotch rubbing the shit out of her pussy with his left hand. Sandra moaned and started moving her ass up and down to match his hand movements. With his other hand Troy reached down and grabbed Sandra's hanging titties, playing with her pierced nipples and pulling them softly like he was milking a cow. Mayumi smiled as she watched this. She looked over at me siting there naked with my little erection jerking off.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come here." She said waving me over and opening her mouth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Relax, my friend." Troy said smiling at me. I stood on the couch next to Mayumi. She reached out and grabbed my dick with her slender soft hand and started jerking me off while pulling me to her mouth. I looked down and saw Sandra looking up with passion, yet still watching as Mayumi put the head of my dick in big lips and started slowly and passionately sucking my dick. Troy was behind Sandra stroking his large cock with one and rubbing Sandra's crotch with the other. He then moved behind Sandra and slowly rubbed the head of his dick up and down Sandra's pussy. She moaned uncontrollably. Troy looked down, stopped, and then slowly trusted his hips forward into Sandra's ass cheeks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Holy shit!" Sandra said loudly and laughing.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you ok love?" Troy said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayumi took my cock out of her mouth and looked over. "Try to breath honey, it's big... he's going to fill your insides." She said while still holding my little dick.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayumi jerked me off while her and I looked down and watched as Sandra was bent over, face right in front of Mayumi's pussy and taking Troy's dick inch by inch until the whole thing was inside of her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh my God!" Sandra yelled out.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you ok?" Troy said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"YES! I'm good!" Sandra yelled out.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Does it hurt you?" Mayumi said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No...No, it feels so fucking good. He's getting my entire pussy!" She said. Sandra then started shaking hard and gripped onto the Mayumi's legs with both hands.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"AAAAhhhhhh! Oh my GOD! I'm Cumming!" Sandra screamed out. Troy and Mayumi started laughing and Mayumi reached down with her free hand and rubbed the top and back of Sandra's head.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I could not take it. Mayumi was jerking me off while Troy was just now starting to pump Sandra's pussy and bounce her butt cheeks slowly off of his hips while she was cumming. She held tightly onto Mayumi's legs and put her head all the way down as if to hide the ecstasy that she was going through in front of me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cum started shooting out of the tip of my dick and hit the side of Mayumi's face running down her cheek. She gave a surprised reaction at first, but then quickly turned her head and popped it into her mouth sucking out the rest of the cum. I could not believe that I had cum so quickly with her. I did not know what to say, and I felt bad for cumming on her face without letting her know a head of time.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm sorry Mayumi." I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No. Don't be sorry." She said while slowly getting up and moving to my side of the couch. Troy started to slowly pound Sandra harder. I moved over and got a good view of his large shaft moving in and out of her little pussy hole. Her pussy sucked onto his dick tightly as it moved. He grabbed her butt cheeks hard with both hands and pulled her towards his hips like he was mad at her. His face was serious now, and he concentrated on his strokes. Mayumi ran to the kitchen and wiped off the cum on her face and skipped back over to me. My dick was now soft with a little bit of cum dripping out of the tip. I was completely embarrassed and mortified of how small I was compared to Troy and how quickly I had cum. Mayumi was not impressed at my cock at all. She was there to watch Troy fuck the shit out of Sandra and wanted Sandra to experience her husbands large cock.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I can't believe I came so fast. I'm sorry." I said to Mayumi. I sounded like a total loser at this point, but what else was I going to say?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No love. You are just fine." She said. "We don't care about size or how fast you cum." She reached down and grabbed my little dick.</span></p><div class="aa_ht" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin-top: 0px;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'll get you hard again. Don't worry." She said. But then leaned against me on my shoulder while jerking me off and looked over and watched Troy pounding the shit out of Sandra's pussy.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sandra's ass cheeks were now making a loud clapping sound. I wondered if the neighbors in the next room could hear it. I put Mayumi on the couch and leaned down and started eating her pussy like Sandra did. Mayumi looked down at me briefly and smiled and then looked over at Troy and Sandra. She was not jealous. She was horny watching them. She loved it.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I felt her wet pussy on my mouth and moved her long pussy lips around with my tongue. Her pussy smelled nice and it was soak and wet. She was waxed really well with no stubble or hair anywhere. Her legs where smooth and silky on the sides of my face. Sandra was not holding back her moans or expression anymore. She was completely lost on big black cock.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh my god! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Oh my God! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me!" Troy bounced her ass back and forth against his hips like a jack hammer. I had never fucked Sandra like that in my life. She was getting pounded better than I had ever pounded her. This guy did not even have a condom on.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After what must had been 15 to 20 minutes he started to slow down and eventually slowly pulled his massive black dick out of her pussy to catch this breath. Sandra was still shaking in complete ecstasy and even sweating like crazy. Troy sat down on the couch and leaned forward to kiss Sandra. Sandra then got to her knees in front of him, and he leaned back on the couch. Then he grabbed the back of her head and guided it towards his dick. Sandra put both of her little hands around his big black dick and put her head down and started sucking it with her big red lips. Mayumi got up from the couch as if I was not eating her pussy and went over to Sandra and bent over next to her, also putting her head with Sandra's to share sucking Troy's dick. Troy put his head back on the couch and shut his eyes while putting down of his arms stretched out relaxed. Jealousy took hold of me, but I tried to control it as much as I could. I got behind Mayumi and started to feel her ass cheeks and spread open her butt crack to take a look at her ass. She spread her legs wider for me and pushed her ass back for me. Mayumi looked behind her.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I have had my tubes tied love, I want you to cum inside of me." She said.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I could not take my eyes off of Sandra bobbing her head up and down on Troys massive black cock. She could almost not fit it in her mouth. Troy did not look like he was about to cum, instead he was just sitting back enjoying himself like he had all the time in the world for Sandra and Mayumi to suck him off.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My dick was hard again, and throbbing. I got it wet by rubbing it up and down on Mayumis pussy, and then slowly slid it in. Her pussy was big and wet, and she did not seem to give a shit about me putting it all the way in her. I started humping her ass cheeks and looking down at her clean pink little asshole. She was too much for me to handle again, and watching Sandra suck on the huge black dick was driving me mad with passion. After a few seconds I started to cum violently inside of Mayumi's pussy. She heard and felt me cumming and reached back and touched my waist.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you ok love? That was quick." She said.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Once again, I wanted to go and hide in a hole somewhere. I had just busted a load twice because of Mayumi, and Troy just pounded the shit out of Sandra's pussy, and now she was sucking the shit out of his dick. Mayumi turned around and put my little limp dick in her mouth and started sucking the rest of the cum out of my dick. It did feel amazing. She put a lot of love and care into the way she handled my dick and sucked it for me. But now my post cum senses were taking over slowly.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sandra got up from her knees and sat on top of Troy positioning herself for his large black dick to go straight in her pussy. Mayumi and I watched as the tip of his dick disappeared into her pussy, and her asscheeks went straight down onto his lap. Sandra humped Troy and thrust herself up and down on his dick.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Fuck me it's so big!" Sandra yelled out.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sandra and Mayumi both laughed.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come on love. Let's go get some more wine." Mayumi told me while grabbing my hand.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We walked into the kitchen area and to the counter. In the kitchen light I could see Mayumi's nude body much more clearly and study her features more. She actually had the perfect body. Though I did not care about what people thought of my naked body being as I'm a nudist and all, I did however feel slight embarrassment that turned me on by this beautiful naked Japanese woman seeing my tiny dick knowing that her husband has a huge black dick.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you having a good time?" She asked me as she poured the wine into my glass.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yeah. This is amazing. I just wish that I would last a little longer with you." I said.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't worry about that love." She said</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I don't know if it was the wine, or me just completely getting into the moment, but I walked up to her and leaned out and started kissing her. She started kissing me back. I ran my hands slowly to her tits and felt them. Soft large puffy nipples. Slender waist. Smooth firm shoulders. She had large wet lips, and soft smooth hands that felt around my head and ears. I had cum twice already and my reserves were now running extremely dry and kinda sore at this point. I looked over in the living room area and Sandra was now lying on her back as Troy drilled her hard like he was trying to hit oil. Mayumi took me by the hand and guided me over to the bedroom. We laid on the bed and made out until I eventually got hard again. She laid on her back and I moved up into her pussy and slowly this time started to grind her in missionary. We made slow love on the bed, and now that I was going on my third time cumming, I was able to maintain my erection without busting it too quickly. Troy and Sandra came into the bedroom after a while. Sandra and Troy's bodies were both glistening with sweat and they were both breathing hard. Mayumi and I did not stop. We held each other in our arms and as I grinded my little dick in and out of her pussy as hard as I could.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sandra got on the bed and bent over and Troy got behind her. He once again started pounding her from behind just like he did in the living room. Sandra's big tits bounced wildly and her face intensified as she gripped onto the blankets with both hands and took his massive black meat in her tight wet pussy. They shook the bed like crazy while I grinded against Mayumi's pelvis.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After what must have been 15 minutes of me grinding Mayumi and Sandra getting pounded like a wild animal Troy started jerking and held tight onto Sandra's hips.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh yes baby. There we go. Take it baby! Drain my big balls baby!" And he started cumming deep, right into Sandra's pussy. This was the first time that Sandra looked over and made eyes contact with me the whole time she they had started fucking. She was thinking what I was thinking... he has no condom on and she's not on the pill. (Luckily she did not end up getting pregnant from this event). But it was a close call. Mayumi looked over and smiled at them, and just during that point as I was looking at Sandra I started cumming once again inside of Mayumi.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After Troy was done cumming, we were all pretty much spent. Sandra was in heaven. I had absolutely no energy left. And Troy looked like he had just worked out at the gym and needed to take a break. Mayumi was the only one that did not cum from the whole event.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't worry love. Troy will get me later. I had fun. Seriously. You were great." She had told me.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sandra and I went back to our hotel room, and the next morning we saw Troy and Mayumi in the lobby and said bye to them. To this day that was the last time that we actually saw them in real life though Sandra still stays in contact with Mayumi through all these years.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sandra and I went home that next morning and were in love. We felt cool. We had fucked another couple, and yet we were not breaking up or ending our relationship. We called ourselves swingers. And yet, we had one big large nagging question.... How do we do this again!</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><br /></p></div></div><div class="aa_ht" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; font-family: ProximaNovaMedium, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"></div>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-68431954726435503992023-11-01T19:49:00.001-07:002023-11-01T19:49:00.143-07:00Wife and the Jat<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <span style="background-color: white;">For those who don't know, Jat is an agricultural community of Indo-Aryan origin mostly found in Haryana and many members are spread of north western Indian provinces like Uttar Pradesh, Punjab and also in parts of Pakistan. The Jats are known for their tall figures, healthy and stout bodies and they exercise much political influence in Indian politics.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ram Swarup Singh, the important character of this story is a Jat and will be referred to as "the Jat" in later part of the story. He was 38 years old, his height 6'2", had the muscular body of an athelete. He was originally born and raised in Haryana but for job he had been staying in Hyderabad since last few years.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ram Swarup was unmarried but not a virgin. At 38 years of age he had laid about seven girls and eleven women. His sexual prowess and desire for female flesh were almost a legend in the known circles. Many female partners who had been to bed with him admired his exceptionally long and thick meat though a few others were also afraid of his mammoth tool. He missed no opportunity to seduce girls and women whose body caught his eyes. But he was never known to have taken undue advantage of his bed partners. Ram Swarup was not the central character of this story, it is the gravitational pulls of life that brought him at the center of this story.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span></span></p><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Beside his apartment, lived a young couple with their only baby daughter about a year old. The couple, Shyam and Mili were from Delhi. Shyam was 31, young, energetic and handsome. Mili was 27 years and a real beauty. She was 5'5", slim with a round beautiful face, sparkling and sexy eyes, long hairs cascading to her round 36"asses. Her boobs were 36 and the waist 32. Nobody ever missed to cast a second glance on her figure. Both Shyam and Mili knew it and they enjoyed it too.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam and Mili had an arranged marriage. None had any sexual experience before marriage. So on the bridal night the two got rid of all shames and reservations and devoured each other's nude body with passion and delight. In the wee hours of the following morning, Shyam was awakened from sleep as Mili was playing with his partially flaccid dick. But her manipulations were awakening the sleeping lion and soon it jumped on its prey and the two had another mating session before getting up from bed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As the days passed Shyam had a feeling that in sexual prowess, he was no match to Mili, who had exceptional sexual energy and unending desires. For Mili, marital sex was a pleasure that she wanted anytime and at anyplace. During the first year she and Shyam enjoyed sex at many odd hours or places. Shyam didn't tell anyone but he often wondered if Mili was insatiable. Mili preferred to be kissed, fondled, caressed at any time. One day while they two were only inside an elevator going to the seventh floor of a shopping mall, Mili smooched Shyam and put her hand inside his trousers to caress his member. On another occasion, while serving food to Shyam, she brought out her boob from the captivity of her bra and said Shyam, "If you're too hungry, start with this."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The provocation was too much for both. The food remained on the table, Shyam took Mili to bed stripping her totally and both were eating each other in 69 instead of the food. It was going very well. But Shyam felt that Mili wanted more. One day he frankly asked his wife about it. Mili unhesitatingly admitted that she was ready to take him four or five times a day inside her. When Shyam asked her if the duration of their mating session that lasted about 20-30 minutes was enough, Mili told that though she sometimes reaches her climax by that time, she would prefer if Shyam could keep plumbing for some more time as she wanted to enjoy multiple orgasms.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The frank discussion had reverse impact on Shyam, who began to feel that he was not being able to fulfill the sexual needs of Mili. To enhance his timing he tried local anaesthetic spray like Climax or Only Me. But under its effect his sensitivity was numbed and quite often after using it he started suffering from erectile dysfunction and it had further psychological effect on Shyam making his physical intimacy with Mili a rare thing.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But Mili never complained as their mating sessions became less frequent just after six months of marriage. Though the frequency was reduced, whenever they had, it was vigorous and passionate. By time it was about eighth month of their marriage, Mili was pregnant and naturally, mating sessions became less and at a later stage, it stopped altogether till the child was born.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">By the time the baby had become of three months plus, both Mili and Shyam decided to resume their sex life afresh. Mili, sexy as she was, had been literally starving for sex and Shyam was surprised that her passion had not declined the least after giving birth to their daughter. Rather Mili was more devouring and crazy, she wanted lengthy mating sessions and also wanted it more frequently. The regenerated vigour and vitality of Mili adversely affected Shyam, who became obsessed with the idea that he was incompatible to the physical needs of his wife. It was in this situation that Shyam dared to break the idea of Mili enjoying with someone else other than Shyam.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">At first Mili looked at her husband with awe and shock in her glances. When Shyam continued to speak eagerly about the idea, Mili seriously asked me, "Are you serious?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes," assured Shyam, "I want you enjoy freely without bothering anything. Only problem is to find a fitting and trustworthy partner who could be trusted."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mili felt both grateful and awkward. Grateful, because Shyam had realized his shortcomings and was ready to go for sharing Mili so that her sexual needs could be fulfilled. It was a great sacrifice for a husband to let another man share his wife on bed and enjoy her nude body. Awkward, because as a woman however sexy she might be, she was not able to digest the idea of getting laid by someone other than her hubby. She looked at Shyam deeply and uttered very softly, "Do you know it could spell disaster not only for our family life but even our social reputation could be at stake?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam looked deeply at Mili and said, "Leave those concerns to me. As for family life my relation with you is not based on sex. Even if you have intimate physical relation with someone, it doesn't mean you won't love me as husband and life partner. You can be assured of the same commitment from my end. As for other risks, we will verify before we proceed and we shall remain careful. The main issue is would you like to enjoy wild and crazy sex with someone?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mili lowered her gaze and slowly replied, "I am actually excited by the idea but I don't want to lose you and our daughter for such escapade."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam kissed Mili to assure her of his love. Their daughter was fast asleep and the two ended up making love on the sofa in the drawing room. Both Shyam and Mili noticed that Shyam was harder than usual though he ejaculated within fifteen minutes after he started plumbing her. They also noticed that the discussion about another man taking Mili to bed had tremendously excited both of them and Mili's tunnel was all slippery with her juice. After the two disengaged, both admitted frankly that they were excited by the idea of a third person sharing Mili. Shyam even admitted to Mili, "For the first time I felt I'm a bit of a cuckold, got so excited by the idea of another man with you that could not retain myself longer."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mili smiled. The extraordinary hardness of Shyam's dick, the vigour with which he thrusted her had raised the same question in her mind. Mili kissed him passionately on the lips and added, "I love you and will try to fulfill your cuckold desires to the best if situation permits."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">From the very next day, Shyam started surfing all the adult friendship sites but he didn't find a suitable one. Both Mili and Shyam wanted to keep their identity secret and to meet somewhere outside Hyderabad so that the possibility of exposure or coming across some known person remained bleak. Mili suggested to locate couples so that it could be a partner swapping among the two pairs. But Shyam was too concerned about his performance on bed and rejected the idea. Further, he told Mili that he should keep himself free to watch if anything goes wrong or should the man had any other motive.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nearly three months lapsed, there was no progress. In the meantime, the excitement of watching his wife with another man was taking its toll on Shyam's performance on bed, who started ejaculating faster than before. Using delay sprays did not help. It was frustrating for both Shyam and Mili.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Suddenly one day, Shyam found a notification in his inbox of the adult site. The man, a 38 years old bachelor was eager to meet Shyam and Mili at any place decided by the couple. He specifically mentioned that he didn't want any future complications and it would like it be a one night stand only.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mili and Shyam discussed thoroughly and then had a few more electronic correspondence with the man and finally they proposed to meet in Bangaluru. They exchanged mobile numbers for contacting once they were in Bangaluru. Both the parties arrived in Bangaluru on the appointed date. Mili was very nervous and Shyam kept encouraging her, though internally, he was nervous too.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Shyam contacted the man, he confirmed his arrival but he refused to visit them in the hotel in which Shyam and Mili were staying. Nor did he invite them to his hotel either. The man confirmed their presence in the hotel by calling them through the hotel reception at the intercom of their room and asked Shyam to verify his hotel too by calling him at intercom through the reception of the hotel where he was lodged. It was thus confirmed that both the parties were telling truth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Once both the parties confirmed the presence of the other, the man suggested them to retain the respective hotel rooms in Bangaluru and proposed that the three should travel to Mysuru together and meet at the bus terminus. On arriving at Mysuru, the three would ask the tourist help desk to decide about hotel accommodation there. It was decided they would wait for one another at the ticket counter of the bus terminus and each would put on a parrot green hat for easy identification.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">At the appointed place, all the three were startled as they saw one another. They were coincidentally all from the same apartment in Hyderabad and were neighbours who knew one another by faces. The man laughed nervously. Shyam was carrying the daughter in his lap. The man lovingly tapped at the cheek of the kid and folded his hands to greet Shyam and Mili and said, "I'm Ram Swarup Singh, your neighbour though we never had formal introduction. I hope, we haven't been trapped into this by any third party and was directly corresponding with you. If not, we should say sorry and avoid any further move."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam introduced himself and Mili, and assured, "I was corresponding with you, so don't worry. But it's such a coincidence, as neighbours we just knew one another by faces and got introduced miles away and that too, to execute our bizarre ideas."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam gave a broad smile at Ram. Mili was not able to look at the man. She thought it would be someone stranger. Who knew the man next door was waiting to take her to bed! Ram felt the embarrassing situation they were in and the uneasiness of Mili. He said in a gentle voice, "It was necessary to conceal our details to maintain secrecy for the safety of all. But there is no compulsion. If you're unwilling we can terminate here and now. Nothing should be against our choices. So far as I am concerned, I will be lucky to be friendly with both of you and willing to proceed further if you agree. I can assure that you won't be in trouble over this and I expect same from you. After all, we must keep in mind the point of our social reputation."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ram's words came as a relief both to Shyam and Mili even though they couldn't fully trust his words. Mili glanced to survey the man. She had seen him earlier but now she was looking at the man as her prospective partner on bed. His tall athletic figure impressed her. She felt dampness in her groin as she imagined this giant figure crushing her under his body. His large palms and fists made Mili wonder what it would be to get kneaded by those big paws. There was an awkward silence for about five minutes and then both Ram and Shyam almost said at the same time, as if for a confirmation from Mili, "So what do we do? Proceed or cancel?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ram added further, "Either way, no problem. It will never be leaked."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam could feel the dilemma that Mili was in. He softly said, "Let's travel to Mysuru and then decide. What do you say, Mr. Singh?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ram seemed hesitant. Internally, he was thinking what if Mili would finally back out after arriving at Mysuru. That would be wastage of time and his entire trip. But a horny bull like him was not ready to miss his chance with a hot bitch like Mili. Moreover, although it was agreed to be a one night stand, the Jat felt that once in bed with him, Mili would long for more, and being neighbours it would be convenient for him to get her to bed whenever he felt the need.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam seemed to understand and said softly, "You will travel with us and if at Mysuru we decide to terminate our plan, we will arrange for your return up to Hyderabad. Will it be ok?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ram whispered with a seductive smile, "It's not the money but the frustration of not being able to enjoy with a wonderful lady like her."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mili smiled to himself. The Jat was flattering her. She appreciated that in his physical appearance, manners and conversation the man had all the qualities to impress upon a lady. Shyam had in the meantime booked tickets in the sleeper bus for them. While boarding the bus at night, Shyam took the kid with him in the upper chamber and insisted that lower chamber be shared by Ram and Mili.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Though both the Jat and Mili had objected to the proposal, Shyam didn't listen to them. He said that journey together would help them to decide once they were Mysuru. Mili's face blushed in shame and hesitation. She was on the inner side of the lower cabin with another man, who occupied the aisle side and in the upper chamber were her husband and her year old daughter.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But Shyam was not only an ordinary cuckold, he was very smart to create situations that would be conducive for Mili and her partner. So after about an hour of journey he passed the kid to Mili to feed her breast milk. Shyam felt extraordinary excitement imagining his wife was feeding her breast milk to their kid in front of another man. After she had fed the baby, Shyam took the baby to his chamber and whispered so that it was only audible to Mili and the Jat, "Feed him too in case he gets hungry."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His words made Mili blush more in the dark. As the bus moved on, in the lower cabin the Jat was feeling uncomfortable because the presence of someone's wife, whom he was going to fuck, was beside him. The glimpse of her lovely boobs as she fed the kid, her beautiful face, long hairs and sexy features all combined to give him a hard on and a sleepless night. He kept watching her in the semi darkness of the sleeper cabin. Mili was sleepless too but kept her eyes shut pretending to be asleep. Whenever she opened her eyes intermittently she found the Jat looking at her. She asked him, "Why don't you sleep?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat was too straight forward and said, "Watching an exquisite piece of beauty and thinking of getting her in embrace?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mili smiled awkwardly at the open admission by the Jat and teased, "It is beside you. What is preventing from taking it in embrace?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat understood the signal. He pulled Mili towards him inside the cabin and hugged her. Mili was a bit stiff as for the first time someone other than her hubby embraced her but his boner from below his trousers touched her thigh covered in salwar and she felt fresh gush of juice between her legs at its hardness. She moved closer to the Jat to feel intimately his manly hug. The Jat descended his face on hers kissing her gently at first, then licking her lips with his tongue. It was a signal to Mili to part her lips and teeth. But it took sometime for Mili to participate in that hot game with another man.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat went on licking her thin, pink and sexy lips till she parted her lips a bit revealing her pearl white teeth. As her lips parted, the Jat took her lower lip between his and started sucking. Excited at his caress, Mili whimped inside his mouth though her teeth remained tightly clenched. The Jat stopped kissing and whispered to her ears, "Don't worry, this is just a foreplay so that you can decide whether or not you will come to my bed once we are in Mysuru."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat had a manly smell in his breath that almost mesmerized Mili. As her lower lip was getting sucked by the Jat, she on her part started trying to pull his upper lip in her mouth and in the process her teeth parted. The Jat lost no time to push his tongue inside her mouth and started teasing her tongue with his. The Jat kept pulling her body further towards his so that Mili could feel the robust size of his hard cock. His hands rested on her buxom asses and he squeezed them now and then.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When the Jat noticed that Mili was taking rapid and short breaths, he knew that she was fully aroused. But he was considerate not to create a scene inside the bus nor to let out moans of excitement to arouse curiosity of co-passengers. So the Jat simply held Mili in embrace and made her feel his throbbing hardness. Mili was hugging the Jat in passion. More the Jat's hard cock throbbed, more wet Mili became between her legs. Mili had always been hot and sexy. But even in her wildest imagination she never thought of being in the arms of someone else other than Shyam and enjoying the offensive pricks of a throbbing meat.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam in the meantime had guessed about the growing physical proximity between his wife and the muscular Jat. He whispered to his wife and her lover in the sleeper cabin below, "This journey will decide our plans for tomorrow. So don't hesitate."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The pricks of conscience that Mili had for enjoying sex outside marriage evaporated at the assurance of her husband. She felt so grateful to Shyam for his liberal attitude and arranging for her the opportunity to enjoy robust sex with someone else. With passion in her glances, she looked at the Jat holding her in tight embrace. The Jat was also inspired by the assurance of Shyam. He whispered to Mili's ears, "Your husband told to feed me if hungry. I am hungry now."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mili knew what the Jat meant. She removed the pallu of her saree exposing her 34C boobs covered under blouse and bra. The Jat looked at the beautiful sexy flesh mounds, pushed his hand inside her blouse and bra cup and gave a moderate squeeze to one of her boobs. Soon he felt wetness on his fingers as milk came out of her boobs. The Jat was in no mood to waste the valuable food. He unhooked two hooks of Mili's blouse, lifted her bra cups exposing her sexy and milk white boobs and took a nipple in his mouth sucking it with care. The Jat started enjoying the taste of the warm sweet milk that was meant for the kid. Mili was too excited at the way the Jat was sucking her nipple. She forcibly stopped her mouth from moaning. Within five to seven minutes, the Jat had sucked and emptied the milk in one of her flesh bottles. The Jat freed one nipple from his mouth and asked humbly, "May I drink the nectar from the other one too?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mili was no longer in a position to deny. She took her hands at her back unclasping the bra and exposed her other boob to the Jat to suck. The Jat was amazed to watch the pair of her sexy and warm boobs with their creamy nipples fully erect. He moved his face on both, buried his face in the valley between two flesh balls sniffing the musky smell, and then took the other nipple in his mouth relishing the milk.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After the Jat had sucked and emptied both her bottles, he looked smilingly at Mili who had half shut her eyes in pleasure and excitement. He thanked both Mili and Shyam for the wonderful experience and whispered to Mili, "I am lucky to have this opportunity with you. Thanks both to you and your husband for trusting me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mili smiled coyly and said, "The idea was my husband's. I was at first bewildered at the proposal but he convinced me and I am happy that our decision was right. I am also lucky to have a gentle partner like you. Shyam will also appreciate because you seem to be the right person to fulfill our wild wishes."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The two hugged each other under the sheet that covered their bodies in the sleeping cabin. Mili took the pleasure of the Jat's rock hard dick throbbing against her body. They spent the night in embrace, both had very little sleep because at intervals they were enjoying fondling each other's privates.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When the bus reached Mysuru in the morning, both the Jat and Mili were feeling drowsy because they had hardly slept during the night. Though they didn't had sex in the real sense but both had explored the body of the other like adolescent lovers. The Jat had fingered her clean shaved pussy making Mili enjoy several climaxes during the night while her nipples bore the smell of the Jat's saliva.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On her part, Mili was so impressed by the twitching of his massive manhood that she had shamelessly pushed her hands inside his trousers to feel the flesh rod of the Jat. Its tip was wet with pre-cum and Mili felt the sticky cum in her fingers. The size of his cock was so massive that Mili desperately wanted the wild beast to invade her and only the fact that they were onboard a bus made her resist the temptation. She had lovingly played with his long and curly pubic hairs, repeatedly wiped his pre-cum. Her hands and fingers still carried the acrid smell of his pubic region.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When they got down from the bus, they had dishevelled dresses like all other passengers who undertook the night journey, though Shyam could see a glaring sexy radiance on the face of his wife, Mili - the radiance that spoke of what she had enjoyed during the night. At the bus stand, Mili, Shyam and the Jat took tea. Shyam knew that his plan to let Mili and the Jat share the same sleeping cabin in bus had yielded desired results. Shyam knew that Mili was no longer the same "chaste" woman, who had not known any sexual activity except with Shyam. Shyam had a terrible hard on just recalling how his wife might had been handled by the Jat all night long and how she had enjoyed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">With better understanding among the three, they opted for a posh hotel and booked two separate rooms. Once in the hotel, they refreshed themselves and the kid. They had breakfast. Mili asked for a bottle of milk for the kid and with a naughty smile told her husband, "He was hungry and I had to feed him several times at night."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cuckold Shyam was further aroused at his wife's words and he could visualise the Jat kneading and sucking Mili's flesh mounds in the darkness of the cabin. Once the breakfast was over, Mili got busy to bath her daughter while Shyam and the Jat also completed bathing. By the time the Jat and Shyam returned after shaving, bathing and grooming, Mili was feeding Cerelac to her daughter. After that Mili went to take her bath leaving their daughter to the care of Shyam and the Jat. The Jat spoke in details about what he and Mili did in the cabin previous night and also wanted to know why Shyam was so interested to share his wife.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam frankly admitted to the Jat about his sense of inadequacy in sexual matters with Mili, the extent to which Mili was hot and passionate, her cravings for sex of longer duration, Shyam's inability to retain himself longer etc. He also admitted to the Jat about his cuckoldry because he got severely turned on to think about his wife enjoying with someone else. The Jat also told Shyam about various escapades he had with ladies at different phases of his life. His frank admission of his sexual proclivities excited Shyam. Shyam was particularly impressed when the Jat confessed to him that he had seduced his own maternal aunt and took her to bed. The Jat, however, admitted that he had not so far met any one so beautiful and sexy as Mili. They had conversation about a multiple other topics including their sexual preferences. As the two were talking, the baby was between them on the bed and playing moving her limbs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nearly forty minutes later, Mili arrived after completing her bath. Both the men looked at her with admiration and desire. She had put on her a white sleeveless babydoll slip made of satin, the length of which ended just near her knees. Her creamy white complexion was shining after the bath. Her slender legs and arms were smooth like silk and glowing. Perhaps she had waxed herself that added to a special radiance of her skin. The straps of the slip on her shoulders partially revealed the netted blue bra she was wearing beneath the slip. Both Shyam and the Jat kept looking at her and couldn't utter a word as if mesmerized by her beauty. The baby too saw her and chuckled happily. Mili came near her baby and took her in her arms. Instinctively, the baby tried to find her mother's breasts with her little hands. Mili winked at the men and said, "Let me feed my dear little one before her food is stolen away."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">What Mili did next surprised both the Jat and Shyam as neither was prepared for such a thing. Mili sat on the bed taking the kid in her arms and slipped the strap from her left shoulder exposing a portion of her smooth body and the blue netted bra that had cupped her left boob. She uplifted the bra cup to expose her left boob and placed the baby's mouth on her breast. The baby started sucking happily. The glimpse of her boob aroused both the men. But they just watched without a word. Once Mili completed feeding the kid from one breast, she pulled her mouth away from the nipple and her milk white smooth boob with its erect nipple was exposed to the view of both her husband and the Jat. Mili smartly covered her left boob and in the same way slipped the strap from her right shoulder and started breastfeeding her daughter from the right breast.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The fact that his wife had exposed her boobs in this way to the Jat, aroused Shyam so much that a clear tent was formed on his trousers by his rebellious cock. By the time the breastfeeding was completed, the kid had almost fallen asleep. Mili had noticed the tent on her husband's trousers and to tease him more she did not cover her right breast but got busy to put her daughter to comfortable sleep keeping her sensuous boob exposed to the view of both her husband and the Jat.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When she was assured that her daughter was asleep, she slowly pulled up the bra cup and lifted the strap on her right shoulder covering her treasure. She looked once again at the tent formed on her husband's trousers and then said to the Jat, "Do you also have the same tightness bothering you as him?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat was not prepared for such direct interrogation. He nervously replied, "After all, I am also a man. The spectacle we had moments before is bound to have its effect on any man."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mili giggled and said to her husband, "Will you mind to take the baby to the next room and allow two of us to be here. His insolent tool had been teasing me since last night. I think I must teach him some lessons in private to be humble, and three will be a crowd in this teaching."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat was highly aroused and wanted to give Mili a good fuck. But the idea of sending her husband away from that room raised some doubts in him. After all, his acquaintance with the couple was hours old. He was not sure if they had any plan to put him in some danger. But the Jat did not express his doubts rather said smilingly, "I am eager to have a teacher like you to teach humble behavior to my impolite tool. But I think your husband would be deprived of delights he was expecting if we send him to the other room with the kid. I think since the baby is asleep, we can keep her in the other room while your hubby may watch us and satisfy his lust as a cuckold."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mili was not at ease with the idea. Even though she was enough aroused to enjoy with the Jat and knew that her husband really enjoyed to watch her with another man who could satisfy her better on bed, yet her middle class conservatism prevented her from getting laid by another man in front of her hubby. Further, she felt that in the presence of her husband she won't be able get rid of her inhibition.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat seemed to understand her dilemma but he was not ready to take chances by allowing Shyam to be free. The Jat was apprehensive that Shyam, if free, might videograph their actions and later the couple might blackmail him or he and Mili could even raise a hue and cry about it to compel the Jat to compromise to their demand. The Jat was not sure if Shyam and Mili were really interested to send Mili to his bed; it could well be a honey trapping to extract money from him. After all, can a man so easily send his wife to enjoy with someone else?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">However, the Jat didn't let out his fears but gently proposed that since they were all adults, they should discuss their likes and dislikes freely before they engage in anything and he insisted that once they were clear about it, they should enjoy a threesome. On his part, the Jat frankly admitted that he had enjoyed with many women but always longed to batter a lady in front of her husband. Further, the Jat told them that although it would be with the consent of all concerned, he preferred Mili to pretend to be ashamed and mildly resist his advances and pleading occasionally to be spared.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mili told that though she wanted to enjoy crazy sex outside marriage, she might not be free in the presence of her husband. She, however, agreed that she would pretend and act as desired by the Jat as that would also arouse her further.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam informed his desire to watch Mili behaving like a slut with another man and enjoying more than what she did with her husband. Shyam even admitted that while he didn't want any physical violence, he would enjoy to be humiliated by the man taking his wife to bed and making her scream and moan in excitement.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Finally, it was decided that Mili would be taken to bed by the Jat in the presence of her husband. The sleeping baby was kept on bed in the other room surrounded by pillows so that she did not fall from bed, if awake. In the other room, the Jat, Mili and her husband sat on the bed. The Jat started it immediately asking Shyam in an abusive manner, "So Mr. Shyam you want to make your beautiful wife a slut! Then why are you waiting for? Start taking away her dresses and show me her naked treasure. Only then I can decide if to take her to bed and drill her hot pussy or not."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam acted immediately and started pulling the babydoll that Mili was wearing out of her body. Mili's upper part of the body was freed of the sleeveless satin slip and the netted blue bra could hardly cover her voluptuous flesh balls. When Shyam put his hand on the bra hook, Mili spoke in a lusty voice, "Shyam, what're you doing? I'm your wife, don't expose my nudity before a stranger."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam sensuously moved his hands on the bare smooth arms and back of Mili. His hand moved to her flat belly exploring her deep navel hole. The Jat waited for a minute or two and scolded Shyam, 'Whom are you obeying? Me or she? Who is the boss?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You, Sir," like the most obedient servant replied Shyam.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Then," commanded the Jat, "Remove her bra and let me see those flesh bowls of milk."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam immediately unhooked the bra and took it away from Mili's body. As if dying of shame, Mili brought her folded hands to cover her boobs. The Jat commanded Shyam to held her hands apart so that he could have a clear view of her flesh mountains. Shyam pulled her hands away exposing her boobs to the full view of the Jat. The Jat seemed to be satisfied and said, "Your wife has tits perfect to be a slut. Now press her nipples, I wish to see if they have something for me after feeding the baby."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As Shyam pressed the nipples of Mili, a few drops of milk appeared. The Jat brought his face nearer, spread his tongue like a snake and was licking the droplets of milk on her nipple. Mili shivered and moaned as the Jat first licked the droplets and began to suck her already erect nipples. The Jat had noticed the hardness of Shyam that formed a clear tent on his trousers. Smilingly he said to Shyam, "Show your wife how are you enjoying to watch me suck her nipples."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat didn't wait for Shyam's response but took a hand of Mili guiding it inside Shyam's trousers to feel his erection. Mili pretended to be amazed at such hardness of her husband. She sneered at Shyam, "How can you grow hard to watch your wife being fondled by another man?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam knew that Mili was pretending. He replied sheepishly, "That's what I had been longing to see so far. You are so hot and sexy that any man would like to take pleasure of your body. You can't expect him to shut his eyes and keep his hands away from those sexy mounds!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat laughed and said to Shyam, "But I am bothered about your growing hardness. So much at watching me to suck the sexy mounds of your wife, just imagine what it would be to see my rod going in and out of her hole below."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As Mili played with her husband's hard tool, the Jat took her bare boobs in his palm and started caressing them, at first gently and then with passion. Mili shut her eyes in delight as the Jat went on kneading and squeezing her flesh mounds and the moment a few droplets appeared on her nipples, he would lick them first and then suck her nipples alternately making Mili moan in arousal. In between, he would tell Shyam how sexy his wife was and how she was behaving as a shameless slut. The words and actions of the Jat only aroused the cuckold in Shyam further. Soon the Jat's fingers were moving sensuously on her thin, pink lips and complimented, "Your wife has nectar both in her mounds and those cherry like lips."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat occasionally squeezed her lips and was putting his fingers in her mouth now and then. Mili responded by sucking his fingers whenever they were inside her mouth. About half an hour passed as the Jat played with her nipples, boobs and lips. Then he said to Shyam, "What about her beauty below the abdomen? I could see her smooth and slender legs but how can I decide whether to put my tool inside her without looking at her triangle between her thighs?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Please spare me that humiliation of exposing my most intimate part in front of my husband," Mili pretended to plead.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The babydoll slip was hanging at her waist. The Jat slowly lifted the lower edge of the slip up to her waist exposing her triangle still covered under the netted blue panty. The area just above her love spot was wet as indicated by the clear wet patch. The Jat teased Shyam, "Why is she wet there?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat didn't anticipate an answer. His hands were moving on the entire length of her smooth and waxed legs and sometimes his lips descended on them to kiss. Mili shivered in excitement. But before they could understand anything, the Jat lifted Mili's face and kissed her lips, and in front of her husband he took her lower lip between his and was sucking it. Soon his tongue went inside her mouth and was engaged in playing with her tongue. Shyam saw his wife responding ardently to the tongue caress by the Jat and felt as if he would ejaculate sooner. Shyam tried to divert his attention from the passionate kiss that prolonged between his loving wife and the Jat. However, the spectacle was too exciting for a cuckold hubby to avoid watching. Shyam saw that as time passed the Jat was kneading the boobs of his wife more brutally and his one hand had slipped inside her panty playing on her silky pubic area. More Shyam watched more excited he became.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But the Jat was too smart and though his hand was groping the pubic area of Mili, he wanted that her husband should expose her pussy to him. So he gestured Shyam to pull down the panty that Mili was wearing. Mili too saw the gesture. Apparently she pretended to resist though she was not resisting too hard. However, due to her body weight the panty was tightly pressed between the mattress and her body, and though Shyam tried to pull it down it only came down a few centimeters. Meanwhile, Mili also pretended and appealed to her hubby not to expose her most intimate part to the Jat. There was a little scuffle over this between Shyam and Mili. The Jat waited for a minute or two and then pretended to be disgusted and angry at the delay and putting his hand inside her panty roughly tore away the front side net exposing Mili's overtly moist labia lips and said with a hissing sound, "I handle disobedient sluts like this."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As if afraid at his anger, Mili lifted her hips to enable her husband to pull down the remaining of the torn panty out of her body and to completely expose her entire lower part of the body to the Jat.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a matter of minutes, Shyam had pulled down the panty off her body. Mili's quim was now fully bare to the view of two men. Her pink labia lips were slightly parted and glistening at her own discharge. The slip was lying wrinkled at her waist. The Jat asked Shyam, "Why did you keep it there? It can't hide anything. Pull it out and turn her completely nude."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Without protest Shyam did what he was advised. The Jat ordered Shyam to turn Mili on her stomach and as he did, the Jat slapped on her curvaceous torso making Mili moan. His hands explored the smoothness of her big asses and without any warning pushed a finger in her asshole and started moving it. This made Mili moan that revealed her strong arousal. Mili could feel fresh discharge of love juice between her legs. The Jat then ordered Shyam to turn Mili on her back and lift one of her legs on his shoulder to give him a clear view of her sexy pussy. When Shyam took one of her legs on his shoulder, the Jat inspected her wet orifice and slapped hard on her quim. Mili discharged involuntarily fresh gust of love juice. But when the Jat started mauling her smooth and waxed pussy pushing his fingers intermittently in her wet love spot, Mili moaned and pleaded to Shyam, "Please stop him from teasing me further."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat smiled at her reaction and said sarcastically, " I am not in the habit of taking orders from my slut, I want them to obey mine."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">With these words, he started to locate her clit that was already stiff and protruding from between her wet labia lips. The Jat pressed the clit between his fingers and Mili gave out a long moan, "Wowww...ummmm...aahh...oohh...myy... God... aaahhh."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam was almost bursting in excitement as he saw the Jat teasing his wife's clit making her moan. The Jat was fully aware how a cuckold like Shyam was enjoying. So while his one hand kept teasing Mili's clit, the other hand moved to knead her mounds. He then brought out his fingers from Mili's tunnel that were wet in her juice and offered to Shyam, "Like to taste how sweet your wife is?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Without slightest hesitation, Shyam took the Jat's finger in his mouth and was sucking it. The Jat asked him, "Do you like the damp smell between her legs?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As Shyam nodded, the Jat said again, "You wish to see your wife as my slut, isn't it? Then why don't to warm her up and make her ready to take my tool?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Both Shyam and Mili looked questioningly at the Jat. The Jat said to Shyam, "Last night when you sent your wife to my sleeping cabin, you can imagine I did not leave her a chaste woman as she was before. But I also did not fuck her inside the cabin, though I wanted to, so that we don't make other passengers curious. Today I am going to make her my own in every sense. Since your cuckold self wants to be humiliated, I can add some spices if both of you agree."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam was too eager to follow the Jat. But Mili wanted to know what kind of humiliation it would be and wanted to make sure there would be no physical assault. The Jat candidly assured that there would be no violence and added, "Since she is going to be my bitch, naturally I would like to see him as my faithful dog."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When both Mili and Shyam agreed to the idea, the Jat ordered Shyam to strip completely and to be on his fours. Soon Shyam obeyed and was on his fours with his hard cock with precum at its tip hanging between his legs. The Jat put a belt around Shyam's neck and held the other end of the belt like the owner and teased Mili, "Just watch how hot my dog has grown to watch your sexy beauty!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mili didn't react as she was not sure what the Jat was upto. On the bed the Jat moved with Shyam making him on his fours like a dog and holding the belt as the owner and said to Shyam, "You like this sexy bitch, isn't it? Lick her nipples but don't bite."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam licked Mili's nipples like a dog. Mili was extremely turned on to see her husband taking care of her like a dog at the command of his master and she moaned as Shyam's tongue worked on her nipples. The Jat ordered Shyam to keep his tongue hanging out of his mouth like a dog. The Jat then commanded Shyam to sniff Mili's armpits and lick them. Shyam obeyed like a faithful dog sending terrible erotic sensation to Mili's brain, who shivered in excitement and let out an amorous hissing sound, "iiissss.."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat teased Mili, "My dog is salivating looking at your curvaceous body."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But he immediately turned to Shyam as the Jat turned the body of Mili on her stomach on the bed, "You will like the damp smell between her sexy butts. Sniff it and lick her."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Without least hesitation, Shyam buried his nose and face between her buttocks. The Jat used his two hands to part the plump asses of Mili and exposed the pink opening of her rectum pushing his finger inside. Mili screamed at the sudden invasion in her asshole. The Jat commanded Shyam, "She is dry there, lick her hole and put your tongue deep inside so that it can accommodate your master's tool."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mili was scared. She knew by now that the Jat was going to sodomize her and she was mentally not ready for that. She tried to say something but the Jat assured, "Don't get scared. A sexy bitch like you will enjoy it there."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat, however, asked Mili to turn on her back. Mili's pussy was all exposed. The entire pubic area was wet due to her own discharge. The Jat held the belt in his hand and ordered Shyam to sniff her entire pubic area and to provide lip and tongue service to Mili's cunt. Shyam started licking his wife's most private area in front of the Jat. The Jat kept ordering Shyam at intervals to suck and lick her vigorously till Mili started giving out her sexy moans uncontrollably and was throwing her limbs in utter passion. The Jat was watching reactions of the couple as they obeyed him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat pulled Shyam's face near him and asked, "Like to put your tool in her wet pussy? I can allow you a chance being her hubby."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam was too excited at the turn of events and nodded. The Jat said to Mili, "Since you're a hot bitch, my dog will fuck you first."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Both Shyam and the Jat could see clear signs of frustration on Mili's face as she was mentally ready to take the Jat inside her. The Jat assured, "Don't worry. You need to wait for something good."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat directed Shyam to enjoy his turn with Mili. Shyam was too aroused and he immediately put his hard cock inside his wife's slippery tunnel and started plumbing her in front of the Jat. Mili was aroused too and she hugged her husband's nude body on her. Shyam had just accelerated his thrusts when he saw the Jat getting nude for the first time. He was amazed by the massive size of the Jat's cock that matched perfectly to his more than six feet long muscular body.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat approached them. Mili and Shyam were engaged in a kiss while Shyam's hips were moving up and down rhythmically as he plumbed deeper in Mili's tunnel. Suddenly Mili saw the nude Jat with his hard bigger cock and she almost froze in awe and admiration. She had never imagined that a man could have such growth between his legs. The thought that it would made its entry in her tunnel made her discharge fresh love juice. Shyam felt the fresh gush of warm flow on his cock and knew the reason.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat sat on the bed near the faces of the couple encouraging them to keep plumbing. He held the belt still in the neck of Shyam, pulled his face backward breaking the kiss that the couple was enjoying. The Jat looked at Mili, pressed Shyam's cheeks and before he could understand anything, the Jat's massive dick was choking Shyam. The Jat said, "Taste and take care of the thing that is going to play with your wife's chastity."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Unhesitatingly, Shyam was sucking the Jat's cock while plumbing Mili's cunt. Droplets mingled with the Jat's precum and Shyam's saliva fell on the face of Mili. The Jat turned to Mili and then without any warning forced his cock in her mouth. Soon the Jat was alternating his dick between Shyam and Mili's mouth and the couple happily allowed the Jat to fuck their mouths. After sometime, the Jat let Shyam's mouth go while he busied himself fucking Mili's mouth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam like a true cuckold watched how the mammoth cock of the Jat made up and down movement rhythmically in and out of his wife's mouth and the way Mili participated in the game licking the dick every time it came out and pressing her lips tightly around it as it went in. The whole thing was too much of sexual arousal for Shyam particularly to watch the Jat fucking Mili's mouth while he himself was fucking her pussy. Without any warning and much to the frustration of Mili, Shyam started to ejaculate.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat gestured Mili with his glances not to be worried. Once Shyam brought out his flaccid tool from Mili's tunnel, the Jat used Shyam once again as a dog to lick and clean Mili's pussy. As Shyam serviced his wife, Mili was craving for sex. Her earlier session with her husband had ended abruptly due to Shyam's early ejaculation. Mili was ready to take the Jat now in her. She had been longing for it since the previous night after she got the taste of the robustness of the Jat and she no longer had any reservation but wanted to enjoy crazy sex with the man in front of her husband.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam watched as the nude Jat pulled Mili's nude body on his lap and fondled her boobs like the dough. For a moment, Shyam thought it was the phase after which Mili wouldn't be exclusively his, but he knew that there was no going back from where they stood. The fact that another man was going to use his wife for sexual pleasure simply aroused him as he noticed his flaccid tool growing once again. He knew that fulfilling cuckoldry wishes were beneficial to his libido.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam watched the Jat slapping mildly between her legs, kissing every inch of her body and finally laying her on bed. Too horny, and aroused like a slut, Mili lifted her legs folding at her knees and spread them wider as if to welcome the Jat. Shyam saw the Jat parting the labia lips of Mili with his fingers and placing the bulbous grey tip of his enormous cock between her pink labia lips. The Jat caught Mili by her shoulders and was pressing forward his pelvic region to invade the hot and juicy tunnel that was so long reserved exclusively for Shyam. The Jat's dick in its erect state reminded Shyam that of a horse or a bull and he wondered if Mili would be able to take it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam's apprehension was right. The attempt of such a stud-like gigantic cock to invade a tender tunnel proved too painful for Mili and she gave out a shriek. It seemed to Mili that just the tip was enough to tear her apart. Mili tried to persuade the Jat to stop. The Jat smiled, "Waiting since last night, can't wait any longer. Don't be afraid, you're not a virgin. Remember there is no pleasure without pain......"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat gave a severe forward thrust making Mili cry in pain while Shyam watched the big tool sliding inside his wife's slippery pussy. Shyam felt a special erotic sensation building in him making his tool throb as he listened his wife scream, "Oh my God, it is a demon inside me tearing me apart. For god's sake take it out please."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat gave mischievous smile. His lips caught those of Mili in a kiss and whispered to her, "Once it's in, it will only come out once it is fully satisfied. But don't worry. It was just the initial pain and will soon subside."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That was the moment for which Shyam eagerly waited, to watch his wife getting fucked by a man that could dominate her on bed and fulfill her desires for crazy and wild sex. Meanwhile, Mili had recovered from the initial shock of being penetrated by such large organ. Her pain had also subsided and she could feel the devil in her pussy stretching the walls of her vagina to their utmost and probing deeper and deeper touching the inner recess hitherto not explored by her husband. Mili was taken over by both shame and joy. Shame, because she was playing the most primitive game with someone other than Shyam and playing it right in front of him. Joy, because it was worth enjoying with a man full of vigour and vitality, a man whose size and robustness could fulfill the so long unfulfilled cravings of her body and mind.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat was already busy in plumbing her. But he was an expert lover, maintaining a pace neither too slow nor too fast. The fact that his dick was busy drilling Mili did not made his hands and lips forget their tasks. His hands were exploring her smooth and soft body, caressing her boobs, asses and thighs while his lips were sometimes sucking her lips, sometimes her nipples and at other times kissing her bare arms and shoulders. His continuous manipulation of her body and the rhythmic thrusts in her pusssy were enough to drive her crazy. She started thrusting upwards to enjoy more of his thrusts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sitting on the same bed on which another man was ploughing the tender and hot pussy of his wife, Shyam saw that his wife's body had almost disappeared under the large muscular body of the Jat. Only her legs were wrapped round the waist of the Jat while her fingers played on his back, scratching the back of her partner at intervals. Shyam watched that sometimes in utter excitement, Mili was digging her nails on the back of the Jat.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat continued to batter Mili, for what seemed to be an infinity. Shyam was really wondering how a man could keep plumbing for such a long time. Meanwhile, from the movements of the limbs of his wife and her amorous screams, Shyam had no doubt that she was enjoying every moment of her love game with the Jat. At one point of time, Shyam was surprised to hear Mili moaning indistinctly and pleading to the Jat shamelessly, "Wow... faster... faster...aahh...fuuck me harder...oooh... batter me as you like... but don't leave halfway... oh my god...har...der...aah... fass...ter..."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As Mili moaned, the Jat accelerated both his force and speed. Shyam watched as his wife played the most amorous game like a shameless whore with another man till the two hugged each other as Mili reached an all shattering orgasm with the Jat discharging his huge load of thick warm semen deep inside her tunnel. Once the pair disengaged, the Jat asked Shyam to bring napkins and to clean the mess created in the pubic areas of the Jat and Mili. Shyam obeyed the command and carefully started cleaning the Jat and Mili. As he was about to start cleaning Mili's pussy, the Jat suddenly pushed his head hard so that Shyam's face was near Mili's pussy. The Jat said, "Why don't you taste my cum in your wife's cunt and clean her using your tongue?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam started to lick Mili's pussy clean and in the process Mili was aroused again. Shyam was hard too. So Mili invited Shyam to have a mating session with her. However, the Jat objected telling that since he was the master now, the couple should take his permission whenever they wish to mate. Shyam humbly begged the Jat's permission and in front of the Jat, the couple started their session. They started with foreplay and finally when the two got physically united Shyam ploughed his wife longer and with much vigour than earlier. The couple had a very satisfying sex for the first time in their married life.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But their mating session made the Jat horny once more. Mili was afraid to see the enormous growth of the Jat's dick and pleaded to spare her for the time being. The Jat was irresistible. He slapped on Mili's boobs and told the couple that he did not like disobedience. The Jat looked at Mili's nude body and then slapping on her asses said, "I will spare your pussy if you offer me your asshole."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mili was scared. But her cuckold husband encouraged her and finally Mili positioned herself balancing her body on her knees and lifting her asses as if offering to the Jat. The Jat asked Shyam to use his tongue to prepare Mili's asshole for fucking. For more than half an hour, Shyam performed oral on Mili's asshole after which the Jat mounted her. He held her long hairs and tried to insert the tip of his cock in her asshole. But it was not easy. Mili had never got her ass fucked and it was too tight. The Jat repeatedly spat on her asshole making it gradually pliant and then he started to push his mammoth cock in her rectal hole. Thrice did Mili scream in pain as the hard cock slowly made its way into her asshole. But her fourth scream was terrible, she was writhing in pain. But by that time the entire length of the Jat's dick was buried inside her asshole.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat was happy at his entry and his hands went below Mili's body to knead her boobs that were hanging voluptuously with erect nipples as if inviting a passionate male to knead them. The Sky made good use of those boobs and was kneading them almost mercilessly Making Mili let out screams that revealed both the pain and delight that she had. The Sky also started slow in and out movement of his hard dick in her tight asshole. Shyam looked with awe the way the Jat had invaded his wife's maiden ass and took gradual control of her whole naked body. Initially, Mili's facial gestures and her screams revealed that she was feeling uncomfortable as the huge flesh rod pounded her asshole. But after the Jat had pumped in and out of Mili's asshole for about twenty minutes, Mili seemed to have adjusted to the rhythm and her screams of pain and anguish turned into sexy moans of pleasure and excitement even though every time the Jat shoved his meat in, Military screamed, "Ahhh... oh maa... aa..."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam could not decide whether Mili's screams, as the Jat fucked her asshole like a brute, was due to pain or pleasure or a mixture of both. But as the Jat continued to plough her rectal hole, Shyam could feel that his wife was no longer trying to resist the Jat and though with every hard inward stroke of his cock Mili recalled her mother and screamed "oh maa". she was actually moving her sexy butts in a seductive way so that her hole could enjoy the thrust deeper. Mili's shameless postures with the Jat mounted on her and making rough use of her asshole for pleasure of his hard duck, the way he caught her boobs and fondled them made Shyam's cock harder and stand offensively.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shyam had never experienced such hard ons at such short intervals and he thanked his cuckold mind for sharing Mili with the Hat because it reassured him of his manliness. But at the same time Shyam was thinking if Mili would ever enjoy sex with him after the robust experience she had with the Jat. However, his cuckold personality was full of delight to watch his nude wife getting battered by the Jat. He started caressing his own cock moving his hands sensuously and when he listened to his wife pleading to the Jat and the Jat calling her abusively as a bitch, a whore and a slut and accelerated the speed of pounding her asshole, Shyam couldn't control his ejaculation. He helplessly released his cum as his wife collapsed on the bed in terrible orgasm at the jets of thick semen that the Jat released in her asshole.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But more spectacle was there to follow. Before Mili could recover from her gasping orgasm, Shyam saw the Jat pulling Mili's head towards his groin and commanded her to lick his cock clean. Shyam watched with awe his sexy wife licking without slightest reservation the flaccid cock of the Jat that was messy and smeared with his thick semen and spit and anal juice of Mili. However, Shyam was soon convinced that his decision to send his sexy wife to enjoy with the Jat was right when he saw the flaccid cock of the Jat rising in rage and becoming hard like a monster as Mili's lips sensuously licked its entire length.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soon Mili took it inside her mouth and started sucking it. It was so big that her mouth could accommodate only half of it. The Jat had caught hold of her hair to control her sucking rhythm and whenever he disliked her performance, he would push his cock further in her mouth almost choking her. Shyam was already masturbating looking at his wife's mouth serving the Jat. The Jat gestured Shyam to be near her ass and masturbate. But before Shyam could position himself, he saw the Jat ejaculating deep inside the mouth of his wife and Shyam had involuntary discharge that smeared the smooth back of Mili. In the meantime, Mili's mouth was overflowing with the thick and sticky cum of the Jat. The Hat ordered Shyam to engage in a lip to lip kiss with Mili and as the two engaged in smooching, the cum in her mouth was shared by her husband.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Jat asked Shyam, "Hi cuckold, do you like my slut? She is a hot bitch and needs a stud. Your wife will be my whore from now on. Do you agree?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes Sir," eagerly replied Shyam, "I like the way you satisfied her."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What about you?" the Jat asked Mili.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mili coyly looked at Shyam and boldly replied, "I'm your whore, boss, your slave on bed."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They heard the kid crying in the other room. Shyam went out to take care of the kid leaving Mili to the care of the Jat.</span></p>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-75855630586939788642023-11-01T19:41:00.001-07:002023-11-01T19:41:00.171-07:00Indian housewife tries prostitution<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My name is Naina, and I'd like to introduce myself by telling you about my past adventures, and encounters, of a sexual nature. I think you'll understand me best through those.</span></p><div class="aa_ht" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin-top: 0px;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I grew up free, as we were wealthy, and my parents afforded me the freedom to discover who I was without restriction, often encouraging me. I was never told no, and instead they made sure I had access to the resources to do as I pleased.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was a tall slim teen but as I grew, I filled out quite nicely until my Sari could no longer hide my attributes. I took to wearing jeans and tight t-shirts in order to keep boys eyes on me, but always held them at arm's length. Even the upper class needed to follow societal rules, unless we were behind closed doors.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My body wasn't the only thing that caught the boy's breath. I had been told on many occasions, by boys and men alike, that I should have been born a princess, as my beauty captured their hearts from the moment they saw me. My sly smiles to their comments only melted their hearts further.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span></span></p><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Once in college I made it through the first year without a real incident, but during my second, a young man caught my eye, then caught my full attention. We started talking and eventually he asked me on a date. It was to be a simple picnic, but when the rain started, we took shelter in a local hotel. With my clothes dripping with rain water, they clung to me and showed off every curve. His clothes had the same effect and I found myself feeling things I had only dared by myself in my bedroom, with my fingers and my imagination.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I excused myself to the bathroom and set my wet clothes over the shower rail to dry and used three of the four towels to wrap my body and my hair before exiting. When I did, my breath caught and I had to look at the floor.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He had stripped off his shirt and was holding it carefully so it didn't wrinkle and smiled as he slipped past me into the bathroom. I could hear his jeans unzip and a moment later, he returned to the room with only a towel around his waist.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We resumed the picnic inside the room and the wine he had secreted for us helped take the edge off. Soon we were sitting across from each other laughing as we talked and without noticing, the towel around my waist fell away. I noticed his eyes darting down every so often and eventually figured out what had happened, but made no move to correct the situation. Instead, I slipped my thumb under the towel covering my breasts and let it fall as well.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I had fallen for him long before this moment so letting him see me and do the things I knew he wanted to do, would not be a terrible thing. I figured we would end up married after this and when he rose to come sit beside me, I slipped his towel to the floor as well.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Gentle at first, we kissed passionately until desire took him and he lay me back on the couch we were on. His lips found my breasts even as his cock found my pussy and I cried out as he pushed inside me.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My virginity was now gone but with his arms around me and his hips smashing into me, I didn't care. We were destined to be man and wife now and I wanted him to be my one and only. When he came, he filled me and then lay there panting beside me as his offering seeped out of my pussy and dripped down my ass to the couch.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We had several more secret encounters like this and I noticed a change in his attitude. He wanted more and more time with me and I was suddenly forbidden from seeing my friends. Possessive and controlling would have been nice, but this was something worse.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After six months I decided to break things off as it was too much for me to deal with, and my schoolwork was suffering as a result. He begged me at first but when I insisted, he tried to blackmail me. When that didn't work he let our affair be known to a few of his friends and the information spread like a wildfire. Soon everyone in college knew about it, and eventually my parents heard of it from a friend's parents.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They were extremely upset with me and pulled me from college. My dreams of a master's degree disappeared and almost just as fast, they were looking for a groom to marry their whore daughter off to. I cried a lot over the next few weeks and even pleaded with them to allow me to go away to school to finish college. I was told no and that I had crossed a line in our culture and that this was now the path I was on. My heart broke instantly at the life ahead of me.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Despite my beauty and amazing body, potential grooms asked around when they heard of my affair, all immediately discarded my father's offers. Not only had I lost my virginity, and college education but I was now to spend the rest of my days alone.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">About a month later my father's offer of an alliance came to the attention of a marine engineer working for the merchant navy. He was from a good family and the fact that I wasn't a virgin didn't bother him. My parents finished the deal and plans for a wedding were set in motion.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The night before I was to wed, one of my married friends who was to be at the ceremony, came secretly to my room and informed me that my soon-to-be-husband would be away at sea for six months at a time. She also informed me that typically men of that profession frequented brothels when they made stops at different ports and that I should expect that he had 'friends' in every port. It would also explain why my lost virginity wasn't an issue for him. I felt a pang of disappointment but it quickly passed. I had no right to feel things like that after the mess I had made.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She also presented me with a small gift and told me not to open it until she was gone. She gave me strict instructions to hide it until after the wedding but that it would help me on those nights I had to be alone. When she had gone, I opened it and found a six inch, slim vibrator inside. I smiled and hid it away without even turning it on. I wasn't sure how loud it could be and didn't want to take a chance on my parents hearing it.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The next day we were wed according to tradition and after a celebration we retired to our bedroom. Despite not being a virgin I was still very nervous. He watched me undress and pulled his shirt over his head tossing it to the floor. Walking over to me he forced me to my knees and pulled out his cock. Fully erect I guessed it to be six inches and rather skinny, but when my hand wrapped around it, it was nice and hard.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Suck it," he said softly.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I did as I was told and gently slipped my lips around him. My hand began stroking him and soon his breathing became ragged. He took my hand from his cock and held them both in one of his, while his other hand went to the back of my head and held me against him as I sucked. When he groaned and came, he held me tight, trying to force me to swallow everything. There was so much that I couldn't keep up and while most made it down my throat, some escaped to drip down my chin and fall to my breasts.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I still had on my bridal jewelry but my perfectly done makeup was a complete mess. He had forced his cock deep down my throat and I had been forced to gag several times. Tears had leaked from my eyes and dragged my makeup down my cheeks. He pulled out a polaroid camera and took several pictures of me with smudged makeup and cum on my chin and breasts.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm going to need these for those long nights on the ship," he said simply, then set them aside.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Motioning for me to get up and lay back on the bed he wasted no time and slipped a hand down to position his cock at my pussy. I had gotten a little excited as I had sucked him so I was wet already but when he pushed inside me, a small gasp escaped my throat. If he noticed, he didn't say anything, and continued to fuck me harer and harder until with a final thrust deep inside me, he came. My pussy filled and as he pulled himself out of me he smiled.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That feels so different without a condom," he said simply, then lay down beside me.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I knew then he wasn't a virgin, but the lack of blood on the sheets would have told him I wasn't either, and I kept any trace of the feelings inside me from reaching my face.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The next day we left on our honeymoon to Goa. White sand beaches, and rich fauna were a treat for me, but everything was so expensive. Tourists were everywhere and during the day we visited a few of the heritage sites, then at night we made sure to find a bar to enjoy the nightlife. My new husband, it seemed, enjoyed being amongst crowds when he was ashore.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Once back in the bedroom though, it was all business. He took me as a man takes his wife, always gentle, but making sure I knew my place. I had managed one orgasm the whole honeymoon, and that was because I excused myself to the bathroom before he took me and pleasured myself close to climax.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When we left, we went to his mother's house in Delhi and moved in with her. It was a pleasant time and she never made demands on me. In fact, I believe she had had a talk with him because his love making now included taking time to make sure I orgasmed as well. My pleasure in this union exploded ten fold and I was actually happy with the man who had chosen me.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He would come home from a trip to the market and kiss his mother before taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom we shared. I was sure she knew what was going on but she always just smiled and averted her eyes when he did so.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">For three months we loved each other almost daily before he was set to be deployed again. He had taken many more pictures and most of them had been of me naked. A few close ups of parts he really enjoyed were among the pile he shoved into a pocket of his duffle bag and I secretly wondered if he was going to be showing them off to his mates on the boat. I could never ask him though so I kept my fears to myself and smiled as he finished packing.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The next day my heart almost broke as I saw him off. I wondered if he was going to be seeing those girls in every port my friend had talked about, but again, it was something a good wife would not ask, so I kept my mouth shut. I was lucky to have a husband at all, and didn't want to risk his anger, and send him off in a foul mood.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Days passed with just my new mother-in-law and me in the house and I grew lonely for attention she could not give me. We had a maid servant so there wasn't much for me to do, except try not to get in her way, so I reconnected with a few friends from college and would go for lunch with them.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I confided in the one that had given me the vibrator that my husband had turned me into a sex addict and that I was missing it desperatley. She laughed and told me to find a better toy to please myself with, but if that didn't work, there were sites online where you could read stories or even watch movies to help with the urges.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I spent another month reading what I could online, and watching movies as I could at low volume. The video was crappy as we had a slow internet feed, but I couldn't ask to upgrade it without revealing why. Plus, I needed to save data for when my husband contacted me from each port he stopped at.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The next time I was with my girlfriend she suggested buying CDs that would not be subject to internet speeds and could even be watched over and over for the same price.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"There are places that sell such things?" I asked incredulously.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course. There are markets for everything you can think of, you just need to know where to look, and who to ask," she replied with a laugh.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That night laying in bed with a bullet vibrator against my clit, and my six inch vibrator thrusting inside me, I came for the third time. Not one of the three had satisfied me and I pulled the toys away and slipped them into the sleeve I had to hide. Unsatisfied I rolled over and promised myself that tomorrow I was going to the market to look for some CD's.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the morning when my mother-in-in law had gone for her morning stroll to the market I looked up places to buy CDs in Delhi. One place came up that seemed to be in a shady district and somehow, I instinctively knew this was where I was supposed to go. Scrawling a note that I was going to do some shopping, and that I would be gone most of the day, I slipped into a tight fitting top and a short skirt that wouldn't reveal much if I had to bend over.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My destination was Palika Bazaar in New Delhi and when I turned the car into the parking lot I was sure I was making a mistake. Gathering my courage I stepped out and locked the doors behind me keeping a firm grip on my purse.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wearing western clothes most of the time garnered looks from people who lived near us, but the looks I was getting here had me scared inside. Filthy workers leered at me with their mouths full of pan masala and redness around their mouths from the spit they always tried to hold back.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I had studied the effects of the local variety and knew that these weren't the after dinner variety we had at parties, but the intoxicating variant that the labourers used to escape life when they weren't at their jobs.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The walls of the place were just as filthy as the labourers were from their spit and I had to step carefully lest I get covered in red saliva that clung to the walls and puddled on the floors. The place smelled like none of them had ever made it to a bathroom and instead used the nooks and crannies to relieve themselves. More than once I had to look away from someone who called out an obscenity and once I even had to dodge a hand that found the courage to reach out. Eventually though I made it into the market and looked around.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I got a few funny looks because of the way I was dressed and decided that the first floor would not be a good place to look for what I was after. There were too many people and I didn't want to be seen asking for what I was looking for. Shopkeepers were yelling their wares at me and trying to pull me in but I managed to get away and keep looking for what I wanted. A small group of loiterers had formed and were following me around and my heart started racing.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Choosing to go up a level only made things worse. I was now almost completely alone with a group following my every move. Choosing a shop that sold pirated CDs, I entered and walked straight to the counter. The man behind it saw me come, then noticed the group following and with a wave of his hand, and a fierce look, they disappeared.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I released a sigh of relief and looked at my would-be savior. He was a middle aged man chewing the same disgusting pan, and had an eighties hair cut. Long permed hair flowed to his shoulders but unlike most, he was a tall fellow with a decent build. He had no pot belly as the rest did, but his red eyes told me he still enjoyed his pan.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What can I do for you, ma'am," he asked around a swallow.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm looking for CDs," I replied.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"English or Hindi?" he asked.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hindi," I replied.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He started to pull out pirated copies of Bollywood movies but I stopped him before he could get very far.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not those types of movies," I said , then reddened as I realized what I was asking.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"South Indian Movies, Bhojpuri or Punjabi Films, which ones you want, Madam?" he asked.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"None of those either," I replied, almost too embarrassed to ask.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So you're looking for XXX movies then?" he asked in a low voice after looking around to make sure no one else could hear.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes. Please show me what you have," I replied in barely a whisper.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He reached below the counter and partially pulled up a black bag. Opening it he searched quickly and pulled out a few CD's and placed them on the counter in front of me. My eyes went wide when I saw the covers and he smirked when he saw my face.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Which of these is good?" I asked in a small voice.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Madam, they are all good," he replied.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Can you suggest a couple of them?" I asked quietly.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Madam, I don't watch them myself. I go out and get the real thing. There's not much point in sitting at home with my tool in my hand when I can easily go out and find a real woman," he replied.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was stunned by his admission. That he could simply go out and find a woman to fuck made my jaw drop. Choosing a couple of films at random I asked him to pack them for me and ring them up. While he did, I opened my purse and looked for money to cover the total he had given me and binked rapidly when he next spoke.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Madam, I can tell you are in need of something more than just CDs," he said. "I know of a perfect place where you can find what you need and make some money at the same time. Watching movies won't stop what I can tell you're feeling."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What?" I asked.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That he could see through me so easily stunned me and no other words came forth.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Madam, I have a friend who does business. He brings only trusted customers, so you are safe to get both honey and money. He operates from his own den and it's perfectly safe even from police," he replied.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His words had me instantly wet and desire was taking over. I packed the CD's away in my purse and looked up at him.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm sorry. No thank you. I'm not like that," I replied quietly.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Everyone needs real attention and the CD's won't hold you for more than a night. You need a real cock to fill the void and in this case, you make some money doing it. Just try it once, and if you are not satisfied, you leave it behind," he replied.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Something about getting fucked, then getting paid for it aroused me beyond belief. The thought of having a cock deep inside me again made my mind shut down and lust take over. I heard myself asking where it was and how long it would take. It was almost eleven in the morning and I had to be home by five in the afternoon.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He replied that it was a village near an industrial area on the border of Delhi and Haryana, which worked out perfectly for me. It was nowhere near a residential area so one would know me there, and none would find out that I had been there.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">With a nod from me, he came around the counter and ushered me out, then proceeded to close up shop. We got down to the first level and he instructed me to leave my car as the roads we were going to take would only slow down the trip. We hopped on his motorcycle and soon we were well beyond the city limits using back roads only big enough for one car. Asphalt had become a thing of the past here and only cobblestone covered in mud showed any sign that there was a road.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We rode for about forty minutes until we reached a very dirty area. After almost two kilometers on the muddy road we ended up in a small village where the road was only wide enough for one car. Bicycles were everywhere as well as a few scooters and the odd motorcycle.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This was where the labourers lived as well as every other employee with a low paying job. I saw brick layers, construction workers, McDonald's employees and even a woman in a subway uniform covered in mud. I knew she would have to wash it before her shift tomorrow. Tucking my skirt in tightly I held on as we weaved our way between them all.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I had always wondered where people like this lived and now I had an answer. I almost wished I hadn't found out as the sheer amount of people here was overwhelming. Tiny shops were everywhere and the buildings they were in were all run down and in need of repair. None were over two stories and many even looked to be abandoned. I had never known places like this existed.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We stopped in front of a very run down building and he parked the motorcycle. Looking at the brick skeleton in front of me I marveled at how much like all the other houses this one looked. Paint was nowhere to be seen and even the plaster was missing on most of it. I suddenly wondered if the inside would be just as bad. Fear had overpowered me when we entered the village but it was nothing compared to what I was feeling now as he led me towards the front entrance.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Inside the place looked much the same as outside. Rooms were boarded off and others only had curtains to hide what was going on inside. The sounds coming from them let everyone know exactly what was going on though, and you didn't need to use your imagination at all. Stopping by the staircase that led to the second floor my guide asked me to wait and proceeded to walk over to meet a tall muscular man that was headed our way.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I studied the man as they talked and wondered who he was. He had on a kurta pyjama and his hair was cut short. His frame was lean and I didn't see the typical pot belly that most around here had. He reminded me of a Hyena Jaat and when he replied to my guide, his accent confirmed it. I kept watching to see if I could get any other details but my attention turned to a young woman exiting one of the curtained rooms.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She had nothing but a towel to cover her and as she walked she was desperately trying to tie up her hair. It was loose and flowing and I was worried the towel would slip as she walked. She was cute, but not slim at all, in fact, I considered her a little overweight. She looked like your typical girl next door who was usually the last one to be picked for a Friday night date.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A moment later a man came out of the room doing up his shirt. He stopped with the girl who had come out first and handed her five hundred rupees and started to make his way to the exit I was standing beside. He stared at me as he walked and when he got close enough, he stopped to look me up and down. With a leer, he put his hand on my waist and started to feel his way up to my breast. I tried to stop him but his strength was greater than mine and he got a good handful before the Haryana Jatt yelled at him. With a sigh he pulled his hands away and then left the building. The Jaat handed some rupees to the shopkeeper then all three made their way over to me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Madam, this is Dara Singh. He will take care of you now," the shopkeeper said, indicating the tall Jaat.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My guide stepped back and then made his way to the front of the building and was gone. Dara took hold of my arm gently, but firmly, and led me into an unoccupied room.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hello madam. I am Dara. The shopkeeper owns the building but I run this business. Before you can work here I will need to take your pussy for a test drive," he said simply.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The thought of getting fucked sent thrills down my spine while at the same time fear crept across my heart. My desire to be treated like a whore was coming true but at the same time, I was told that if I didn't enjoy it, that it would be a one time thing. Remembering the types of people around I was afraid to open my mouth in protest of anything so I pushed the fear down deep inside and decided to give this a try. If things got out of control then I would figure out what to do then.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">While Dara went back to close the curtain to the room I looked around for the first time. There were no windows, only the one curtained door. The lighting was dim with just one fluorescent light hanging dubiously from the asbestos covered ceiling. There was a queen size bed set in the center of the back wall and a ceiling fan hanging above it. Off in the corner was a urinal and a small tap to wash up with but aside from that, not much else. I instantly understood why the room smelled so foul.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The room reminded me of the servant's quarters back home, only theirs were much nicer than this. In here there was barely room for two people to stand together before bumpming into the bedframe, and once the curtain was closed, I was forced to sit on the bed or rub up against this man who was about to fuck me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Looking up at him I waited as he took his shirt off. He was approximately six foot three inches and muscular. Not the ripped type that worked out daily, but the tough guy type that knew his way around on the streets. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I looked at him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The bad part about him was the slight pot belly that had been hidden by his shirt. That and the smell of him. He needed to shower more often but I didn't think showers were common in a place like this. His eyes were a little red from the pan masala I knew he would have been chewing earlier as the stain at the corner of his mouth told me what type of a man this was.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come on now, get naked and lay back. I want to know what a white woman's pussy tastes like," he sneered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Turning his head he spit at the wall and left a red stain that slowly dripped to the floor. Turning back to me I could clearly see the smirk on his face and decided there and then that I was going to leave behind being a housewife, and become the slut I needed to be.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I closed my eyes and gathered my strength and removed the halter top I was wearing. My black lace bra underneath held my breasts perfectly and beneath them, my tiny pink nipples were getting hard. With my tiny waist my breasts looked bigger than the thirty-four C, and seemed to be more of a thirty-eight. I had been told that my breasts were fun to lick and suck, and that they were amazingly firm. Freeing them from my shirt I heard a small sound escape Dara's throat.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He was massaging his cock through his pajamas and I could tell he wasn't wearing any underwear. As I undid my skirt he grinned at me but didn't say anything, instead, he watched as my matching g-string came into view.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My clean shaven, tight little pink pussy was wet and I knew he was in for a treat. Most indian women had dark pussies and finding one like me was rare. Removing my skirt and then gathering my clothes up to move them off to the side neatly earned me a grunt from Dara.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If you take this long to undress with a customer, they will get pissed off," he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Leaning down he managed to undo my bra and rip it off me while at the same time his other hand tore my g-string down my legs. I was shocked and started to protest but he shoved me backwards on the bed after tossing my underwear off to the side. Undressing himself I could see the hair covering his body more clearly. He was like a beast and I was to be his fuck toy for the next little while.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Looking closer I noticed minor details that told me that his hygiene schedule needed an upgrade. He wasn't the cleanest man I had met, but thinking ahead, I figured this wouldn't be the worst I had to deal with if I keep on this path.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When he was naked in front of me I gasped. His cock was thicker than my arm and almost nine inches long I guessed. Almost completely black with a purple head it stood at attention and I began to be afraid. My tiny little, camel-toe pussy had never had anything even half as big.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm sorry. You're too big. I can't," I said and tried to rise.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Who said you had a choice? If I slap you would stop pretending to be a queen and get back to your senses? This is not your grandfather's house that you can come and go when you please. This is a Randikhana(whorehouse), you are a whore and I'm your pimp. Here I make the rules and you follow. Understand?" he growled shoving me back down on the bed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was so far beyond terrified that my mind shut down and I just did as I was told. I closed my eyes and hoped it would be over soon, but I knew it hadn't even started yet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dara slipped to his knees and pulled me to the end of the bed. Spreading my legs he set his mouth against my pussy and started to lick me. Soon he was working hard but rather than do it right, it felt more like a dog trying to eat it's dinner. It felt good at times but was nothing like what I needed to get off. The fear of that monster cock also held off any orgasm I might have had and I just lay there keeping my eyes closed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lifting himself up he crawled on top of me and leaned down to suck my breasts. Biting my nipples made me cry out and only pushed him further. Sucking hard and biting harder brought tears to my eyes and my cries got louder.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Eventually he rose further and put his lips against mine. When his tongue entered my mouth I could taste his chew and started to gag. When he realized what was happening he kissed me harder and kept his tongue in my mouth longer. When he finally pulled his face away I was gagging and in tears.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You're crying and I haven't even fucked you yet. Wait until you get my snake inside you, then you'll have a reason to cry," he said with a laugh. "Now suck my dick."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lifting himself he didn't wait for me to turn over. He slipped himself up my body until his cock was in front of my face. He told me to open my mouth and take it, and instead I opened a little and licked it from base to tip. Unsatisfied he shoved his cock into my mouth and made me gag. I felt like I was going to vomit but he didn't seem to care and just kept fucking my mouth. New fear sprang up inside me as I couldn't take even half this monster, and my pussy was so much smaller than my mouth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Abruptly he pulled his cock out of my mouth and slipped down my body. Looking me in the eyes I felt his arm go down and position his cock at my mypussy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Time to send you to fuckland heaven little girl. Scream if you need to," he said with a laugh.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I closed my eyes not wanting to watch as he pushed the tip of his cock against my tiny hole. I was praying for it not to hurt but as his head started to spread me open, pain started between my legs. As his head opened me wider I screamed and gripped the sheets. When he popped inside me fresh tears sprang from me and more cries escaped my lips. Even with me being wet he still tore me open as he shoved his snake deeper and deeper inside me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm not even half the way into you and you're already crying like a baby," he laughed. "Time to see what you can handle."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He shoved harder and my cries got even louder. I couldn't stop the tears and soon my chest was heaving from sobbing so hard. I tried pushing him away but he just laughed and kept his hips moving. His snake was getting deeper inside me and the pain that had started at my pussy, was now spreading through my chest as well.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Once you've opened and taken all of me, you'll never want another man. You'll worship me and my snake for as long as you live," he laughed as he fucked me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His cock inside me was starting to feel nicer and more sensual, but I still couldn't hold back the cries, or the tears. I had a monster cock fucking me and it was like nothing I had ever felt before. Two ladies came into the room and each took a spot on either side of the bed. Both ladies took hold of my arms while their free hands massaged my breasts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It seems Dara has found a new madam," one said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And it seems she is going to die by his snake," the other replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Madam is going to be a whore now. She will worship my snake from this day forth," Dara replied as his hips began slamming into me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The three of them were laughing while I was still crying. The pain was still there but now the pleasure was joining in. He leaned down and started kissing my body all over, leaving trails of saliva and his chew all over me. As grossed out as I was, I was content knowing that my pussy was leaving my juices all over his cock at the same time.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His balls were slapping my ass with his effort and the sound sent me over the edge. I could feel my pussy tightening around his monster snake as he shoved harder and faster inside me. My pussy gripping him must have gotten him close as well, because with a cry he pulled out of me and began covering me with his cum. His offering splashed against my chin and covered my breasts, then eventually my belly as he pumped himself dry.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Standing up he looked down at me and laughed. I was so exhausted that I didn't have the energy to even move and ended up laying there with my legs spread for all three to see my tiny pink pussy that had just been stretched wider than it had ever been. Closing my eyes I released the sheets and attempted to roll over.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Lay still for a moment. I am enjoying the view of my newest fuck toy," Dara said and spread my legs again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I did as I was told and lay there with my pusyy wide open and my breasts sitting high. I heard him getting dressed and when he finished doing up his pants he spoke again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Only my snake can go bareback in your pussy from now on. Everyone else will use a condom. Is that understood?" he said and continued without waiting for a response. "If any idiot tries to force you to let them inside my newest toy without one, just scream out and I will be here in a heartbeat and send him home with his dick so far inside his own ass that even going for a shit won't get it out. Aside from that, your duty here is to make the customers happy. Don't make a fuss and make sure they are satisfied or I will slap you so hard you would land in your father's house. Now get up and get washed up. I'll send the customers in one by one with a few minutes in between for you to get cleaned up and dressed between them."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was still laying there naked when he walked out and the two women with me helped me to get up. Together they got me cleaned up and then exited the room. The whole situation should have been very demeaning for me but I was excited at the thought of working in a whore house and fucking guys whose names I didn't even know. My pussy was getting wet at the thought of it and I wondered what was wrong with me. Splashing water on my face from the urinal I wondered if this was a dream. Opening my eyes showed me the same room I had just been fucked in and I smiled. This wasn't a dream, and in a moment another cock would be deep inside my pussy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Laying there on the bed I watched as the first man came from behind the curtain. His eyes bulged when he saw a high class woman with a perfect figure instead of the overweight women he usually paid 500 for. He was like a beggar finding a full course meal completely sealed in the trash. He sat on the bed admiring my pussy, then reached out to touch it gently.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why no hair?" he asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you come to shave me, or fuck me?" I retorted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Wow, too much sass for a whore. Let me show you how we treat such insolent bitches down here," he replied quickly, undressing himself.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Flipping me over he pulled my waist up and took me doggy style. pounding me as hard as he could he kept slapping my ass and reaching down to pinch my nipples. He hurt me on purpose just to make me cry out and after the third time, I gave up trying to fight it. For the next half hour, this low level labourer was my master.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Over the next two hours I was fucked by four more guys. Judging by the filth on them they worked nearby on the construction site. All of them fucked me like an animal would and none of them knew how to please a woman. I was used and abused the whole time but still excited everytime the curtain parted and someone new came in. I was exhausted but a strange feeling fell upon me. I felt like I finally belonged for the first time in my life and it somehow made me happy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After the fifth guy was finished Dara came in and told me to get cleaned up and to get dressed. It was time for my break and to get something to eat. Handing me a bedspread I understood I was not to wear my clothes but to dress in this rag. I smiled as I wrapped it around myself and followed him to the kitchen. Four other women, all wearing similar bedspreads, were in the room. One was making tea, while another was preparing a meal for us, and the other two sat at the table chatting. Dara motioned me to the seat closest to me and I sat down and tried not to wince. I had never fucked six guys in one day before and had never gone for three hours. I was a little sore.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Madam will be working with us now, take care of her," Dara said to the other ladies and turned to leave the room.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When he had gone, one of the girls passed me some tea while the other set plates down in front of us all. All the women were darker skinned than me and looked like they were originally from other states. Bihar and Orissa came to mind for three of them but one I was sure was from an eastern state, like Sikkim, because of her features. While we were eating they all started asking questions and I smiled politely and answered them all the best I could. When they questioned why I would come to work here I smiled before answering.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I like to get fucked," I replied simply.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">All of them laughed not at me, but because they thought it was funny.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What Memsaab does for fun, we do as a job. You must be one horny bitch, and if so, you have come to the right place. Those men out there will fuck you all day and all night. They are like dogs in heat," one of them said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Their words were not condescending and I felt no judgment from any of them. They were just curious about me and the language they used must have been because of their environment. I vowed to learn the vocabulary here so I could fit in better.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"My pussy has become loose from taking so many of these stray dogs. With Mamsahab starting we are going to be so busy that they are going to spread you wide. Soon they'll be able to drive a truck through you and you won't even notice," another said before taking another mouthful.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How many penises have you taken so far today?" another inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I knew it wasn't meant the way it came out but the question was demeaning. I couldn't believe I was being asked that while sitting at a table with nothing but a bedspread around me. I never let it show on my face though and something inside me started to get excited again. I had had more cocks inside me today than I had altogether in my entire life before today.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Five customers and Dara," I replied casually.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ohh! How was Dara? Did you have fun with his snake," she replied and they all laughed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, but it hurt alot. He's too big for me," I replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's painful now, but soon you'll be begging him not to leave because you'll lose sensation of all the little pricks, and when he takes that ass of yours you'll never want another cock again," she replied, which garnered another round of laughter from the other ladies.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I will never allow him in my ass," I replied in disgust.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Only time will tell," she replied and took another bite of her meal.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How often do you do it in a day?" I asked, changing the subject.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Between fifteen and twenty times, sometimes more," one of them replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The woman from Sikkim was the only fair looking one, besides me, and I had heard her name was Vimmi during the conversation.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Here Vimmi is the most in demand and she holds the record, thirty-two men in one day," one of the others said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How is that possible?" I asked in shock.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"A while ago, a bunch of drunk labourers had a party and bought me for the night. They took turns alfor over twenty hours and kept all three of my holes full for most of it. I was so worked up that I was going in and out of consciousness. My pussy and ass were so swollen after that ordeal, and when I vomited, only semen came out," Vimmi replied casually.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I could only look at her in shock, with eyes wide and my mouth open. Before we could go any further with the conversation, Dara came back in and ordered us back to work.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Break time is over," he barked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I was getting up to go back, Dara pulled me aside and watched the girls enter their rooms before leaning over to talk to me. He understood who I was and what my situation was and knew that if I didn't leave now, I wouldn't make it home before questions would be asked. He didn't want me to leave and asked harshly for me to spend the night but I begged him to understand that today was an experiment for me and that I really enjoyed it. When I confirmed that I was willing to be back tomorrow and that I'd make arrangements to spend the night, he huffed but arranged for me to be driven back to my car so I could get home without raising any questions.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I could see something devious in his eyes as he watched me get dressed and just before I was ready to go, he stopped me from leaving the room and showed me a video on his phone. There on screen, in full colour, and as loud as his phone could go, I was being fucked by a labourer, and enjoying every minute of it. Tears sprang to my eyes.</span></p><div class="aa_ht" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin-top: 0px;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I've been running this business for over twelve years now. I have arrangements with the police. Be here tomorrow or this video goes to your father, your husband, and anyone you've ever met in your life. Have I made myself clear?" he asked harshly.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Please delete this. My family would kill me if they ever saw it," I cried.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I couldn't take the chance. I didn't know if you were an undercover police officer, or NGO worker trying to spy on my operations, I still don't, but I let you in and gave you a chance. You may come and go as you please as long as you earn me a certain amount per day, but fuck with me, and every CD shop in Delhi will be selling this by the end of the day. You'll be here tomorrow and you'll spend the night to prove you want to be here, after that we can work out a full time schedule. Is that clear? ``Do we have a deal?" he said.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I will make arrangements for tomorrow night and we can work something out in the morning. I am not a police officer and only want to fill a need inside me that no one has been able to satisfy. I will be here tomorrow, you have my word," I replied meekly.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He let me leave the room and I quickly exited the building. Dara's assistant was there to take me back to my car and I eagerly got on behind him. When we got to my car he waited for me to get in after informing me he would follow me to my house to make sure I got home safely. I knew it was just to find out where I lived but I was in no position to play games or refuse anything. He had also informed me to be back at the bazaar for four in the afternoon tomorrow and he would pick me up to bring me to my new job. I looked him up and down quickly and wondered if he would be part of my new job, before getting into my car with a quick smile at him.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">With a casual greeting to my mother-in-law I went to my room and showered. Nothing could remove the feelings of the hands and the cocks from the day but the smell disappeared at least. When my head hit the pillow I remembered each of my clients from the day, then remembered Dara's snake inside me spreading me wide. Somehow I drifted off into a deep sleep with a smile on my face.</span></p></div></div><div class="aa_hv aa_hy" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: -14px; text-align: right;"><a class="aa_hz" data-action="ReportStoryToModerator-open" href="https://www.literotica.com/s/indian-housewife-tries-prostitution?page=3#" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #b9b9b9; cursor: pointer; display: inline-block; line-height: 1; margin-right: -9px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 9px 9px 0px; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Report story"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="icon icon-exclamation-circle aa_hw" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; fill: currentcolor; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; height: 1em; line-height: 1; margin-right: 6px; speak: none; vertical-align: top; width: 1em;"></span></span></a></div><div class="aa_ht" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"></div></div></div><div class="aa_ht" style="box-sizing: border-box;"></div><div class="aa_hv aa_hy" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: -14px; text-align: right;"><a class="aa_hz" data-action="ReportStoryToModerator-open" href="https://www.literotica.com/s/indian-housewife-tries-prostitution#" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #b9b9b9; cursor: pointer; display: inline-block; line-height: 1; margin-right: -9px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 9px 9px 0px; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Report story"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="icon icon-exclamation-circle aa_hw" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; fill: currentcolor; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; height: 1em; line-height: 1; margin-right: 6px; speak: none; vertical-align: top; width: 1em;"></span></span></a></div>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-82903841661847758762023-10-31T22:00:00.000-07:002023-11-01T20:22:12.225-07:00The Island of Hyperborea<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Part I</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">As an anthropologist, I have studied many cultures. But undoubtedly the most unusual that I have studied was found on the island of Hyperborea in the South Pacific. I began with the goal in mind of spending 3 years with the natives of the tribe found on that island and am writing this scientific report on what I observed. My observations are organized according to what I saw upon my arrival, how I observed the natives, what I observed of their culture, and what happened toward the end of my work in observing the tribe. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Observations Upon Arrival</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I arrived in Hyperborea, the ship sailed up to the reef just off the island. It should be noted that the island is about 5 miles in diameter. The island is covered with lush tropical foliage, and I was later told that it contains abundant wildlife. That makes it a relatively large and secure place for a tribe, and the members of the tribe are isolated from the Philippine main island group by several hundred miles. Our small boat was pulled off the ship and was used to get us to the island. The climate is tropical and very hot.</span></p><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The natives were not expecting us, of course. We used our small boat to find a small, natural bay. It turned out that the bay was in the center of the habitation of the natives. And so, as we pulled up into the bay, we were greeted by the natives. About 300 people stood around the bay as we arrived.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The most striking thing that I remember about our arrival had to do with the natives themselves. While I have visited many tribes in my career, I have to admit that I am used to seeing dark-skinned natives. In this region, I would expect people to look Polynesian by ethnicity. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">But these natives, while well-tanned, had people of all races�white, black, brown, and yellow. And, they were also completely naked. One other striking thing was that a large percentage of women of childbearing age in this group was visibly pregnant. Other women wore large black marks on their stomachs, and a few had red marks on their buttocks but with black marks on one or both cheeks of their buttocks.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was only later that I learned that this tribe was not indigenous to the region and had been, in fact, formed just 20 years before. While I will recount that story in due course, suffice it to say that the island was purchased by a private owner, who turned it into his own retreat�and founded a tribe to further his own religion based on sex, fertility and sexual intimacy. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">How I Observed the Natives</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was surprised to be greeted in English upon my arrival. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Welcome," said a well-tanned and well-muscled native. He later introduced himself as Borea, the tribal chief and founder. A group helped our team onto land and secured the boat.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hello," I said. "I am an anthropologist from Southern Illinois University. I am here to study your tribe."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ah, I have been expecting someone like you for some time," said the chief.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">A group escorted us to some empty huts. The huts were quite large but had only mats on the ground.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Make yourselves comfortable and rest up," the chief said. "These holes will see to your needs," he said, pointing to a group of 6 women of about 25 years of age. All had very large bellies, showing that they were far along in their pregnancies. Two looked like they were so large that they might be bearing twins or triplets. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">All were completely naked, of course, and wore no jewelry, no adornments, and no cosmetics. Two were blonde and were very tall; one was a redhead with green eyes; one was a shapely brunette; one was a most attractive black woman; and one was a diminutive oriental. They all had unruly and unkempt hair, the glow that often accompanies pregnancy, and engorged breasts that were obviously full of milk. They said nothing. But I noticed that they were eyeing me carefully.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"When you have had time to rest," the chief continued, "you are welcome to participate in our evening religious ceremonies. Those take place at sunset. We eat at that time as a group and participate in community ceremonies."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Accordingly, we took our rest and freshened up. The women did not speak but simply got water and gave us some simple native food, which looked like maize, as a refreshment.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Ceremonies of the First Evening and the Tribal History</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">As the sun set in the west over the island, we emerged from our huts and took our places with the tribe in a large open area that was in the center of where the huts were located. We were seated next to the chief. While seated, we noticed that the common center of the village had four large stone statues, apparently made of granite and standing about 12 feet tall. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">One showed a woman with huge breasts, a pregnant stomach, and a huge clitoris and vaginal cleft clearly visible. The statue, we were told, was that of the fertility goddess which members of the tribe worshipped with daily and nightly sex rituals. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">A second statue was of a man with an enormous penis and huge, impossibly large testicles. A third statue was of the man and woman having sex. The man was shown clearly penetrating the woman from behind. The fourth statue merely showed the same man and woman staring lovingly into each other�s eyes and hugging each other. Beneath the statues were five large granite platforms that resembled stages. One platform was placed in front of each statue, and a fifth but lower platform was placed in front of the others. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The statues," Borea explained, "represent various aspects of sexuality, intimacy, and fertility. One is a woman who is pregnant. She is on the far right. On the far left is a man with a large erect penis and enormous balls. In between is a statue of the couple having sex, and the statue between the couple having sex and the pregnant woman is the couple embracing in intimacy. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The statues represent what we worship: male sexuality, the sex act itself, intimacy, and female sexuality, pregnancy and fertility. The platforms are the altars where we celebrate our public rituals to honor the gods."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I suppose I should give you a bit of history about this place," Borea continued. "It is with pleasure and pride that I do so. It all began 21 years ago when I won the lottery. My winning was a record $390 million dollars. With that amount of money, I decided to retire from the rat race. I was also tired of modern life, with all its crass materialism and abandonment of principles that make us human. So I decided to buy an island and set up my own tribe."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Borea continued: "I have a simple philosophy, and it is on that philosophy that this tribe has been founded. We get many new recruits daily from the outer world where people are growing increasingly disenchanted. The philosophy is that human beings live only to love, eat, and sleep�in that order. Nothing else is important. Accordingly, our religion glorifies sex, love and intimacy. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In our society, the highest achievement of a man is to give pleasure to women, father as many children as possible, and take loving care of women. The highest achievement of a woman is to give pleasure to her man, bear as many children as she can possibly produce, and then take loving care of the children."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Before you begin asking me questions," Borea continued, "let me explain that we do not regard sex as dirty or something to be concealed. We worship it. Our theory is that people wear clothes to restrict or prevent procreation and that clothing alone makes people think of sex as dirty. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">For that reason, we have chosen to go naked. We revel in the bestial but natural side of human nature. We believe that women are holes that need to be filled and men are the plugs to fill the holes. We prohibit jewelry and other physical attachments to the body�such as glasses or hearing aids. And we are willing to have sex at any time�privately or in public. But we prefer public sex so that everyone may learn effective techniques for impregnation by watching each other. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We perform sex as animals do, without any self- consciousness, effort at concealment, or guilt. Our goal is to produce offspring and revel fully in the joining of two people. That is natural. There is nothing more intimate than a man and a woman locked together in the sex act, and we want it to happen as often and in as many ways as possible. We also want it to be completely natural, and so all birth control is strictly prohibited on this island."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We glanced around and noticed that some women in the group were not pregnant. They wore large black marks, apparently of wood ash, on their stomachs. The number of black marks was not the same, and some had many marks while several only had a few such marks. A small number did not bear black ashes on their stomachs but had instead large red marks covering their entire buttocks. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We asked Borea about the marks. He smiled. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Animals have a way to indicate when the female is ovulating. It mostly has to do with the sense of smell. Male dogs detect female dogs in heat by their scent. But human females, unfortunately, do not give off a strongly delectable, detectable scent when they are ovulating�though if you asked married men they will tell you that they can sometimes tell unconsciously, possibly by smell, when their wives are ovulating. But women on this island keep count of the days of their periods and display them publicly because their fertility status has an impact on the community. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The ash marks indicate the number of days from the first day of the period. There is one large black mark on each woman�s stomach for each day since the start of her last period. It must be clearly visible, and that�s why it is so large and black. Women with a single large red mark covering their buttocks are prime to ovulate� assuming that their cycles are regular. Many are not, of course. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">A red mark indicates the woman is between 13 and 15 days after the first day of her last period. That is the traditional period of maximum fertility. If she has sex during that time, and if her menstrual cycle is regular, she is most likely to get pregnant at that time. The large black marks on her buttocks indicate how many times she has been fucked while ovulating. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Note that some of these women are marked more than 300 times, and they actually compete over who can take the most men during this time. You might call this our own form of the mating game. Our goal is to keep all the women of childbearing age pregnant all the time. But women must be 18 years old to engage in sex. Of course, at age 18, most young women on this island become pregnant immediately when they have sex at time of ovulation. They are very fertile, and they attract every male in the community. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It should be emphasized that this is a private nation, not part of any other, and so we can set our own laws on when men and women are at the age of consent. A woman first impregnated at age 18 can enjoy about 29 pregnancy cycles before she must cease reproducing by island law at age 40 and become a "cow." Remember that it is 9 months for gestation and exactly 6 weeks for nursing before she can again begin her next breeding cycle. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">That means it takes 10.5 months per pregnancy cycle. Her cycle begins again immediately following her milking period, and that is counted as the first day of her next period. A common goal is to have her impregnated again before the year is up, and that is why she can go through 23 breeding cycles rather than the more commonly expected 22 between ages 18 and 40. The most disappointing female producer here has at least 22 pregnancies and spends 198 months of her life pregnant. A better performer will do 207 months."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I would add," Borea went on, "that men and women on this island must be completely natural. That means, for instance, that women who are menstruating are not permitted to wear anything to protect them from showing their blood flow. We want everything out in the open and in public so that people may learn from each other simply by watching." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">History of the Island</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Borea explained that the island was purchased about 21 years ago from the government. At the time of the purchase, Borea had the island "treated" in many ways. First, wildlife was imported and allowed to multiply. Fresh water supplies were improved by dredging the local streams and the small ponds on the island. The ponds were stocked with fish from native locations. With the help of ecological experts, Borea had the island treated with natural substances to reduce harmful insects and wildlife such as poisonous snakes. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">With the help of medical experts, Borea also had the island completely saturated several times with intensified human hormones equated with male and female fertility. That process is also repeated monthly. It involves pouring huge quantities of human fertility hormones into the ponds, sprayed in the air around the island, and allowed to saturate every square inch of ground and plants on the island. Huts are constructed by natives from other islands, but grasses and other construction substances used in building the huts are saturated in human hormones to maximize fertility.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">While the island was being prepared, Borea hired people all over the U.S. and Europe to begin finding people interested in becoming part of the tribe. That turned out to be much easier than he thought it would be. Many people were fed up with the perils of modern life and yearned for a simple existence. Borea promised no income�but also no want. People would be required to undergo medical screening to ensure that they were disease free�and both sexes were examined to ensure their fertility. Borea accepted 1 man for every 35 women. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">That is why the initial population of the island was 350 women and 10 men. Borea figured that keeping 35 women sexually and emotionally satisfied and pregnant would keep any man out of trouble, and he figured they were capable of it�which would keep the women out of trouble by being kept pregnant. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">With that number of women for each man, Borea also assumed that at least one woman would be ovulating each day�and later at least one woman would be giving birth each day. Giving their man pleasure and taking care of children would preoccupy them. The human hormone treatment explained why so many women had twins or even triplets when they gave birth on the island. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Borea also sponsored a sex clinic on the island that researches ways to enhance sexuality. One research goal is to find a way to reverse the gene that prevents women from showing estrus in the same way as female animals in heat. "If women showed their sexuality in the same way as female baboons, for instance, men would know instantly from their huge genital swelling that they were prime to mate. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Have you seen a female baboon in heat? She looks like she�s wearing a jelly donut on her genitals because the lips surrounding the vagina swell up so large and become red. If we could do this with human females, the enormous genital swelling and itching would make women intensely motivated to grow pregnant so as to relieve that intensely painful genital itching and swelling every month. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I mean, I am talking about getting a woman�s genitals to swell up so big it would make the lips around her vagina look like a huge red cauliflower between her legs! An additional benefit would be that she simply could not wear clothes during this time because the whole genital area would be intensely sensitive. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Only the hormones released from the onset of pregnancy would relieve the extremely pronounced genital itching and swelling, which would also intensely magnify� perhaps by as much as ten thousand fold�the pleasure a woman experiences during intercourse. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The pleasure of male penetration and stroking would be so immensely intense that women would be reduced to tears, and immediate multiple orgasms, from the sheer pleasure of it. They would become addicted to the sex act while they are in heat and never want it to end until they are impregnated. They would seek as many partners as possible to ensure constant penetration and stroking. We seek to do that with human females."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Another research goal is to enhance the female gene that leads to multiple births. "Unfortunately," Borea said, "human females average only one baby at a time. We would like to find ways through genetics to ensure at least triplets, and perhaps as many as five to six healthy babies of reasonable weight, at every birth. That might also mean genetically reengineering the human female anatomy so that the womb, hips and breasts would naturally facilitate many multiple births and allow for easy nurturing with extremely large breasts. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In short, we want women to have litters of large, healthy babies and also to be so very fertile that impregnation of many eggs at once occurs very easily. If we could impregnate a woman 23 times and give her an average of 5 babies at a time, one woman would produce an average of 115 babies in her life. It would not take long at that rate for a few women who enjoy estrus to become the only women in the human race, since their genes would simply outbreed those who don�t enjoy estrus." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nor is the research agenda limited to women. Borea has also asked researchers about ways to enhance male sperm production so that men could be capable of producing vastly more sperm each day, of much higher sperm count, than is true of most men. He wanted to see if men�s penises and testicle sizes could be vastly enlarged� perhaps an average of 14 inch penises with 4 inch width�and testicles the size of golf balls or larger to produce 100 or more high-sperm-count ejaculations daily with extra long lifespan sperm. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If we could do that," Borea explained, "any women these guys got near would get pregnant. The sperm count and motility would be so high that even a woman on the pill would be quickly knocked up by one of these guys. Our goal would be to have the sperm live for as long as her cycle so that the minute the egg dropped she would be pregnant, even if she had sex a month before. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Guys would go nuts to have sex as often as possible to avoid the painful swelling of their testicles that would occur if the sperm was not released many times daily. These guys would be able to fuck day and night, all the time, and would be the perfect partners for the females we are also trying to create. They would be walking dicks with enormous balls."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Cows"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Borea noted that, while he had a bias toward recruiting women who could bear children, he did not prohibit older women from joining the natives of the island. Older men, however, are not permitted. Older women do not count in the ratio of 35 women to each man but are given a man to keep satisfied and are also required to give birth immediately and then produce milk for as long as possible. That way, they can take the burden of breastfeeding off the younger women and become natural wet nurses for the huge crop of babies produced on the island each year. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">To celebrate their contributions, Borea has the older women publicly milked several times each day in a large fertility ceremony. Men always do the milking, and the whole community assembles to watch the women�s breasts squeezed dry of milk by their male milkers in exactly the same way that a cow is milked. The men perform this ceremony every two hours, squeezing the nipples and then kneading the breasts to pull out every drop of milk. The milk is placed in buckets just as cows are milked. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">These women are commonly called "cows," and there are nearly 150 of them on the island. Young women with babies sometimes show up at the milking ceremony to secure fresh milk for their infants or to have the cows nurse their babies on the spot. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The milking ceremony takes place beneath the large statue of the fertility goddess. (It seemed significant that white paint was shown dripping from the huge breasts of the pregnant fertility goddess.) That way, the young women can stop nursing as quickly as possible and begin ovulating so that they may grow pregnant faster. The cows take over, producing milk for the enormous numbers of babies produced by the island�s inhabitants. Not surprisingly, many cows have enormous breasts, at least a 50E cup, that produce large quantities of milk. They are honored as elder goddesses who nourish the young.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Part II</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When the island began, the naked tribes people found huts constructed, the island plentiful with edible wildlife and fish, and weapons hidden to allow the tribes people to protect themselves in the event of attack. Few harmful insects, birds, snakes or other creatures roam the island.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Borea had a private sculptor create the massive statues that are worshipped by the islanders.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Borea explained that the population of the island was now a little over 3,800. In 21 years, the population had grown from 360 to 3,800! The island maintains an adoption clinic, since the ratio must remain 1 boy for every 35 girls. The additional boys are given up for adoption. Some are screened for penis and testicle size at birth, and the best endowed, most fertile males are kept.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Borea emphasized that, when a man or woman takes up residence on the island, he or she is required to give up his or her individual name. Men are henceforth referred to as "fucker," "plug" or "dick," and each woman is thereafter referred to by the name "hole," "bitch" or "clit." They have no other names. The only exceptions are the high priest, Borea, and the high priestess, Hyperborea. The island is the namesake of the high priestess, who is the woman with the most childbirths to her credit. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Borea also explained that physical fitness was not a problem on the island. Both men and women are required to participate in vigorous physical exercise each day to keep trim, and that (he claimed) was a major benefit of nudity. As he explained, nobody wants to be too fat or too thin when everyone can see all their body parts at all times. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The men pull themselves up a long rope extended from the top of the trees by their arm strength alone, lift very heavy weights, carry women for hours on end to build strength while at the same time enhancing intimacy, run at least 2 miles per day, and are required to perform 500 push ups each morning to ensure they can easily hold themselves aloft above a woman during sex for many hours on end. That is why the men are lithe and limber. They ripple with muscles and have tight buttocks. Steroids are absolutely prohibited due to their possible genetic side effects. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Each day all women are required to perform exercises to build strength in all muscles associated with sex, breast size, and (most importantly) child birth. They focus primarily on developing different muscle groups than do the men�with the result that all the women have firm breasts, tight buttocks, strong legs and pelvic muscles, and tight stomachs. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Women on this island have mastered a special technique by which they can exert control over their vaginas. They can tighten or relax them voluntarily, something unknown (and some consider impossible) off the island. That gives women on the island an enormous advantage, since it means they can squeeze every last drop of sperm out of a fertile male upon climax. That, of course, serves its purpose of enhancing the chance of conception, the reason why the technique was mastered. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The men and women are required to exercise publicly, beneath the statue of the gods. The men look on as the women exercise, and the women watch as the men do their exercises. Men particularly favor the scissor exercises in which women must lift their legs and spread them wide�and thereby expose their genitals. Women crowd together to watch men perform push-ups, which can be rather amusing as enormous penises hit the ground with every lift and seem to make the push down particularly troublesome.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Men and women alike are given hypnotic treatments. The goal of hypnosis for men is to make them ejaculate immediately, like trained dogs, upon a verbal command from any woman. That is meant to ensure that men can climax close to the exact moment of ovulation, which some women can sense as their body temperature lifts by one degree. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The goal of hypnosis for women is to provide a posthypnotic suggestion that, when paired with extremely vigorous clitoral massage, enhances their chances of immediate clitoral climax upon the voicing of a special oral command by their male partner or partners. The moment after the male climaxes, he can encourage his ovulating partner to climax so as to pull his sperm deeper into her uterus�and thereby increase the chances of immediate conception. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some ovulating women are kept in almost constant orgasm in this way, ensuring that their fallopian tubes fill up completely with fertile sperm so that the egg just "splashes" in it and produces "instant baby" in much the same way that water added to concentrated orange juice yields "instant juice."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Belly dancing is widely practiced by all the island women because it strengthens the muscles related to childbirth and is, in fact, an elegant way of ritually depicting it. On this island, however, it is danced in a different way than elsewhere. The (often beautiful) young women who do it are naked and visibly stroke their clitorises and the lips of their vaginas as they dance. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">They also finger their nipples, stroke their hips, and alluringly brush their genital hair. At one point, they also turn around, bend over, and use their fingers to spread wide the lips of their vaginas to reveal the pink on the inside of their wombs to stunned male observers.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the first night that this researcher spent on the island, a group of perhaps 50 young women of about 16 to 26 performed belly dancing in group format. It was the most stunningly sexual dance that could be imagined. Men who watched it had their mouths hanging open-- particularly in watching the virgins (because below age 18) who danced. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Women on the island do not comb their hair any more than is absolutely necessary to avoid tangles. They also do not use any make up. The goal is a natural look. One island man crudely told us that "the goal is for women to look mussed up--like they just got fucked� and the ovulating ones just were and are about to be fucked more until we are absolutely sure they are pregnant. Men find the mussed up hair attractive."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It should be noted that, on this island, male homosexuality is not permitted. But female homosexuality is encouraged among women who are not ovulating as a way to keep them aroused and sexually attuned. Men sometimes gather in groups to watch females engage in public oral or clitoral sex.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">All manner of sexual fetishes are permitted freely on this island so long as nobody is physically hurt and no child is abused. That means that people may exercise sadism, masochism, and many other fetishes. It is not unusual to see a woman pissing on a man for those interested in golden showers. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nothing is ruled impossible except underage sex with those below age 18 and male homosexuality�which wastes seed better used to impregnate. Female sex toys are widely used, and many women may be seen walking around with vibrators inserted (and operating at high speed) in their vaginas, their anuses or in both orifices as they walk. In some cases they must hold them in so that they stay put.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Evening Ceremony</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In this culture, the goddess of fertility is worshipped. Her idol is that of a pregnant woman with milk dripping from her engorged breasts. She is depicted with one hand on her clitoris and the other spreading apart the lips of her vagina and revealing an engorged clitoris. She is honored as highest status and the essence of all beauty. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In this culture, pregnant women are deified. And the more babies that a woman has produced, the higher is her status. The reigning queen Hyperborea has successfully birthed 35 healthy children in 20 years. All heads bow to her wherever she goes, and men often bow to kiss her feet�and then her genitals.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the evening hours, just before sunset, all members of the community gather in a large central area of what might be called the village. Several play native instruments. Young, naked women beneath childbearing age belly dance. Of greatest interest are the girls of about 16-17, who have the full bloom of young womanhood upon them but are too young to be at the age of sexual consent. Some attempt to show their unbroken hymen as they dance.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The five platforms are the focal point of attention during the evening ceremonies. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Borea and Hyperborea open the evening ceremonies by giving praise to the goddess of fertility. At that time, several fertile women�noticeable for the red on their backsides--are escorted to the platform nearest the crowd and in front of all others. They lie down with their legs spread on the lowest altar so that their genitalia are clearly visible to the crowd. A huge roar of approval greets them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Next, a group of pregnant women of different races is escorted to an altar in front of the fertility goddess. They lie down so that their stomachs stick up. Several are oriental; several are black; and several have the bright white complexions of redheads and blondes. Several men approach them and give suck to their milk- filled breasts. Again the crowd roars with approval. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">One young man of perhaps 25 years of age stands at the altar in front of the male fertility god with an erect penis and slowly masturbates�but never reaches orgasm even after hours. Then two couples stand on altars below the statues of the couples having sex and the couple embracing. One couple embraces. One is a man of about 27; the other is a young and very beautiful redhead of perhaps 25. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The male of the other couple, a tall young guy of perhaps 29, penetrates his tall and curvaceous female partner, a brunette with small apple-sized breasts, in exactly the way shown in the statue. The couples then stand there, as living embodiments of the gods and goddesses, throughout the ceremonies. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Finally, a pregnant woman stands on the altar in front of the pregnant fertility goddess, embodying her. (Each day the babies born that day are brought in front of this woman for blessing. Given the island�s population, one or more babies is born almost every day. In some cases, women in labor are brought to the altar to give birth right in front of the crowd so they can observe the baby being born.)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">As these people take their places, Borea is seated on a large throne beneath the male fertility god. While seated, he has a young, ovulating woman in front of him with her rear end pointed upward to where he sits. (It is apparent that she is ovulating from the red marks on her rear.) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Each evening it is a different woman, it seems, but on the first occasion it was a very tall, slender blonde with long flowing hair and striking blue eyes. She was kneeling on a pillow with her face pointed toward the crowd, and Borea was penetrating her vagina from the rear as he was seated. She remained in this position as long as he is seated. He did not move, but she thrust her hungry vagina onto his large organ periodically so that she was actually fucking him. It went on as if it was nothing unusual. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When the ceremonies were about to begin, the young woman shouted a command, and Borea apparently climaxed inside her. He then stood up with a wet, dripping penis to begin the evening ceremonies to celebrate sex. She sat up and rubbed first her clitoris and then her pubic area and abdomen in an apparent effort to pull the sperm deep inside her womb. Her long, slim legs and tight abdomen were quite noticeable. She was gorgeous. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the meantime, Hyperborea is seated on a corresponding but more elaborate throne beneath the female fertility goddess. While she is seated on her throne, a young man is seated beneath her and is obviously penetrating her. She slowly moved up and down on his erect penis. Women came up to her to pay homage to her while she is on the throne, and no comment or notice is taken of her position. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The young man occasionally thrusts upward, but Hyperborea takes no apparent notice. As the ceremony opens, she barks a sharp command, and he obviously climaxes the moment after she gives the order. He then whispers a word to her, and she stands convulsing from an obvious orgasm with her vagina dripping sperm to open the ceremonies with Borea. The penis of the man is white from the sperm residue left over after he climaxed in her, and everyone in the crowd can easily see that. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">At this point, Borea steps to the altar with the ovulating women. He lays down on the altar with a huge erection. The first woman�on our first evening it was a stunningly good-looking black woman with large breasts- -stands up, turns around, and bows to the goddess and the high priestess. She then kneels, puts her mouth over Borea�s erect penis, and moves it up and down quickly, cleaning the remnants of the cum off of his penis from the previous woman. Then she straddles Borea and sits down forcefully on his penis. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The drums increase in intensity, and the young woman moves vigorously up and down in time with the furious pace of the drums. All eyes in the crowd are trained on them. This lasts for about 10 minutes, and the crowd goes wild to celebrate her efforts to grow pregnant in public. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">At that point, Borea and the young woman separate. He then kneels on the altar and enters her from the rear. He strokes her hard, much like a male dog, and the crowd counts out his strokes into her loudly. Her breasts are so large that the vibration of his vigorous thrusting makes them bounce. At some point the woman barks a sharp order and he climaxes in her, which is obvious from the way he pushes his penis hard in her and holds it in. Then he whispers a command to her, and she writhes with pleasure as she experiences an orgasm. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When he pulls out of her, he stands up and turns with his large, dripping and erect penis visible to the crowd. They cheer. The woman then kneels with her face toward the goddess and turns her backside to face the crowd so that they can see the sperm dripping from her vagina. Everyone cheers loudly. Borea then slaps her buttocks hard, and she stands up. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The crowd chants "conceive, conceive, conceive" in spirited cheering. The woman then turns to the crowd, smiles, massages her clitoris in a way that is intended to be visible to all watchers and then rubs her abdomen near her ovaries and fallopian tubes in a vigorous, ritualized effort to show that she wants to pull the sperm deeper inside her to make conception more likely. The obsession of women to grow pregnant on this island is the most striking feature of the unique culture found here.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Borea then repeats the whole process, in turn, with each of the ovulating women at the center of the ceremony. They represent different races. While the first is black, the second is white and third appears to be the golden brown of an Asian Indian. The white woman has very small breasts, and the brown woman has breasts somewhere in between the black and the white. After Borea copulates with the third woman, the entire community joins in. Each man pairs off with a group of 35 women. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Each woman, in turn, begins by sucking the man�s penis. When the first is finished, she begins massaging his back as a second woman moves in to do the same. Each woman takes turns sucking his penis slowly and vigorously. The men lie down to enjoy the ceremony. It is strictly forbidden for men to reach climax even after 100 or more instances of vigorous oral sex. Men learn how to control their climaxes on this island with great precision. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the meantime, the women whom Borea pleasured are treated to the island equivalent of a glory hole. They stand at a large wall with a hole and men come up to insert their penises. The women then stick their vagina so that the penis of a man unseen to her is thrust into her. She moves vigorously until the man is brought to orgasm. Then she repeats that with another man who is unknown to her. That way, no favoritism is shown, all men are given the chance to nail her, and she has an equal chance of giving birth to any one of their children. The women engage in this eagerly, stroking their abdomens near their ovaries regularly to pull the sperm in deeper. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">As the night darkens, torches are lighted. The ceremonies continue until about 9 p.m. By the end of the ceremony, all the men are publicly copulating with at least one ovulating woman while other women look on and cheer on his chosen partner to become pregnant. The women give sharp orders to the man about how to climax as deeply as possible inside his partner. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some loudly count strokes as the man copulates with the woman; some offer criticism of the woman�s movements during sex or coach her how to ensure that the most sperm goes deeper inside her; and some others offer coaching to the man on how he should stroke his partner to increase her chances of pregnancy. As the night grows dark, the ceremonies cease. Borea extinguishes the torch nearest the goddess. At that point, all members of the community cease their rituals and go to their living quarters. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Part III</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Living Arrangements</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">On this island, each man has a hut that accommodates about 50 people. The men own the huts, and the women live with the men. Children are kept in separate huts and are watched over by the cows. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our team learned that the cows work in shifts. Those not working are permitted to join a hut with a man, seeking to pleasure him. They give him massages and are essentially sex slaves to the man, subject to do whatever he likes. Since men do not engage in anal sex with fertile women, they are permitted to do so only with the cows as they wish. When that is done, it is usually done as a public sport. However, great care is taken to avoid wasting any sperm by climaxing inside her anus.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It is worth noting that men are absolutely prohibited from sucking at the nipples of the cows. Milk from the human female is regarded as sacred and is for babies only. There is one exception only: young women who are pregnant but have not yet given birth may be sucked by men for their pleasure. That is always done in public during the evening sex rituals as a way to worship and deify these women. The men chosen by the women to suck their breasts are considered favored. The milk is regarded as a way to intensify male fertility.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the evenings, each man returns to his hut with his group of 35 women. The women lie on their stomachs on a large mat, and the man sleeps in the center of the hut on a raised mat with the ovulating women of his choice. (In a group of 35 women, at least one is always at the prime time of the ovulation cycle.) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Torches are kept burning so that everyone can easily see everyone else inside the hut. Sexual entry from the rear of the female is preferred in this society because it leads to the deepest penetration and is regarded as most natural, since most animals perform sex in that manner. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The men begin the sleeping ceremony by sucking the clitorises of the ovulating women he will seek to impregnate that night. The women are very demanding and tell the man exactly and loudly what he must do to pleasure them and arouse them in the most intense way. The men obey instantly. The remaining women in the hut always watch the ceremony, praying to the fertility goddess for the women chosen for male attention in the night to conceive as many healthy babies as possible. They issue sharp orders to the man about how to pleasure his partner, and they voice sharp criticism of him or her if they fail to follow immediately the sexual advice that they offer.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Men are expected to sleep all night with their penises kept inside an ovulating woman of their choice. That means they must learn how to maintain an erection all night while asleep. Failure to do so leads to public ridicule in the tribe on the next day. However, the man may turn over in the night and switch with which woman he is copulating. If that is done, he usually bears the vaginal secretion on his sperm-dripping penis from one woman as he enters another. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">That is why women who have shared the same man are called "sisters"�because they have shared vaginal secretions and even some sperm as they grow pregnant. If the man has sufficient energy, he may copulate with as many ovulating women as he wants each night. But he is not permitted to copulate with any woman who is not ovulating. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">By morning, the men have usually climaxed several times into the women with whom they are sleeping. Small wonder that most women on the island usually grow pregnant almost immediately upon reaching ovulation, since they average 5 or more sex acts per day during their most fertile time. Some have a large number of partners to ensure that the sperm that fertilizes their eggs is most healthy, and that means these women�like animals�have no idea which male fathered their offspring. Borea told us later that it does not matter. What is important is that they must grow pregnant.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of course, since the island is so hot, sometimes the men take their entire female group into the jungle for the night. It can be tricky walking around barefoot and naked in the jungle, and so usually the group has staked out a spot before sundown and made sure it is clear of snakes and other creatures. It is not uncommon to walk along a path in the jungle that covers the island at sundown and see groups laying in a clearing with the man busy copulating with an ovulating woman and a large group of females surrounding him. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Many small clearings have been created for this purpose in the jungle, and some are close enough together that the men compete with each other, stroking their women in time to each other to show who has greatest staying power in their fertile women. Of course, the women have ultimate control of this and can stop a competition by barking a command at her man to come inside her instantly. The men must, of course, comply immediately and without question.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It is worth saying something about physical appearance. Most of the men are not bad looking, though they are not movie stars. The women range from utterly and outstandingly gorgeous to downright ugly. Borea told us later that even the less-attractive women are impregnated easily and quickly. "On this island we don�t discriminate by appearance. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ugly women are impregnated just as quickly as the beauties. Our goal is to get and keep ALL of them pregnant�all the time. Of course, a beautiful woman makes the ride a bit more pleasurable. But ugly ones get knocked up just as quickly, and she looks just as beautiful as the beautiful women when she is walking around with a huge stomach full of a baby or two or three." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Much variation exists in how the sleeping ceremony is conducted. For instance, men may bind the women to the mat tightly so that they may not leave as he penetrates them. He may slap their backsides hard, blindfold them, and essentially do anything he wishes except inflict pain that will cause injury. Sex with pregnant women is strictly prohibited for the simple reason that it wastes seed that might be used to impregnate ovulating women. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">On some occasions, the whole group moves outdoors and sleeps on the beach, but this is only done before sundown in much the same way as sleeping in the jungle. On any given night, several groups sleep on the beach. Torches are lighted so that all groups can watch each other. Always sex is performed out in the open and in front of large groups. The natives believe that sexual techniques leading to pregnancy can be improved if men and women observe others in the act and then learn how to be more effective in getting the women pregnant.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Meals</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The men are kept on protein diets to keep their energy and sexuality at peak levels. Women eat foods that will enhance their sexual appetite and will increase their fertility and ability to give milk. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hyperborea has a nutritionist among the female residents. She monitors the food intake strictly. Any food that does not contribute to sexuality is prohibited. All fats and sugars are carefully monitored. Hyperborea also has a female resident who is an obstetrician, and she monitors ovulating and pregnant women to keep them healthy. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">As the population of the island grows, it is also common to have one or more births daily. Those occur in public celebrations of fertility, and large crowds form to watch babies emerge from their mothers� wombs and celebrate the godhood of their mothers. Women giving birth give suck to the infants, but a day or so later the children are moved to the cows so that the women may increase the speed at which they can enter their cycles again. Getting pregnant and staying that way is the clear goal of every woman on this island.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tribal Life</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The average day in the life of a Borean is spent in leisure. There is no pressure. The men and women of the island arise late. When they arise, they find that a woman from each hut has prepared breakfast for the inhabitants of the island. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The food is a combination of native fare, caught from the local wildlife, and food flown in. Borea�s wealth ensures that inhabitants never go hungry and do not need to waste much time in hunting. But the island diet is prized, since it is rich in fertility-enhancing hormones.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Following their exercises, which the men and women carry out separately, women gather for their daily stomach marking ritual beneath the statue of the fertility goddess. The woman who holds the island�s record for producing children manages the ritual and is regarded as the high priestess. She is called Hyperborea. She stands in front of the goddess. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Before breakfast each morning, the women form four lines in front of the fertility goddess right after they awaken. One line consists of women thought to be between days 1 and 12 of their monthly cycle, and they receive a daily mark to show what day of their cycle they are on. A second line consists of women between days 17 and 28 of their monthly cycle, and they also receive a daily mark to show what day of their cycle they are on. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">That means, for instance, that a woman who is having her period may have 28 marks on her stomach. Sometimes that is shown simply by a large black mark on the entire belly. A third line consists of women who require the special red marking on their buttocks and genitalia to show their fertility. They bow to the goddess as their buttocks and genitals are covered with a large red mark. The fourth and final line consists of women who believe they are pregnant or whose stomachs are visibly swollen already with a baby. They pray to the goddess. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Since the length of a woman�s ovulation cycle can vary, some need exists to double check it. Women are required to undergo the mucus test on their genitalia in public, showing how much cervical mucus they have. Male assistants perform this test, described below:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cervical Mucus Monitoring</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Another method for determining when ovulation occurs is through the cervical mucus monitoring test. This is the only method that will not require looking back to the past few cycles to analyze. It is based on examining the mucous that is normally secreted from the cervix in order to determine where the woman is in her cycle. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The consistency changes during the cycle due to hormonal fluctuations. The key to this test is that the man uses his finger to get a sample of each woman�s cervical secretions (from the outer lips of her external genitalia). He then holds it up for all observers to see and stretches it between 2 of his fingers (the thumb and index finger) to test for the consistency.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Before Ovulation (low chance of pregnancy): The first few days following menstruation, there will be little or no discharge present. The man performing the public test on a woman of this kind will only feel dryness around her vulva. During this time, she is usually not able to conceive.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Approaching Ovulation (chance of pregnancy):The first discharge that does appear should be moist or sticky and should be white or cream in color. When the man uses his finger to wipe around the lips of the genitals in the morning test, the mucus breaks easily. The man performing the test will only be able to pull his fingers about 1 cm apart before the cervical secretion of the woman breaks. During this transition time, first the mucus will become cloudy and slightly stretchy during the finger test (this means that it will still break before the fingers are stretched all the way). As time progresses, the mucus will become greater in volume.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Right around ovulation (high chance of pregnancy): This is what men performing the test on the island are looking for. At this stage, when a man wipes his fingers around the woman�s genital lips, he holds up the woman�s mucus, and it resembles egg whites. It is the thinnest, clearest and most abundant at this point in the cycle. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man�s finger testing of the woman�s secretions will allow the mucus to stretch quite a ways (several centimeters) before it breaks (if it breaks at all). ) The amount of this thin mucus will steadily increase until she experiences her 'mucus peak'. This is the last day of this period where the chance of conception is high. It is closely tied to ovulation. It is often only recognized in retrospect. During this phase, the sperm's survival rate is higher. It can survive in cervical mucus for up to 72 hours, a significantly longer time than during the rest of the cycle.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After Ovulation (low chance of pregnancy): After ovulation, there is a marked change in mucous appearance. It returns to the sticky stage (does not stretch during finger test) and there is again a feeling of dryness around the vulva.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When such a test on the island shows a woman is near ovulation, onlookers watching the tests cheer and encourage her to seek as many male partners as possible so that she may conceive quickly. Her rear is marked red for ovulation, and she is ripe for sex with all the island�s men.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">All women are closely examined by the High Priestess, who makes the final decision about what line in which to place the woman and how to mark her fertility for public view. This ritual ensures that the days of each woman�s menstrual cycle are easily and publicly monitored. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When the high priestess is also not quite sure of the status of a woman�s cycle based on the mucus test performed in public with each woman, then she authorizes the use of the Estrus Cycle Monitoring (ECM) System. This device actually exists and was purchased by Borea for use on the island. As described by the manufacturer, it is "for detecting estrus in female mammals by measuring electrical resistance of mucus in the vaginal cavity. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">A hand-held electrical package including readout for temperature as well as conductivity of the mucus includes a longitudinal probe supported by a stainless steel elongated rod positioning in the vagina, the probe also including an objective lens with a diffuser lens for observing vaginal interior and cervix color, size, and dilation through a fiber-optic bundle running the length of the elongated rod, and an eye-imaging optic connected at the other end of the fiber-optic bundle for observing the same. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The electronic housing includes an LCD display, a temperature-conductivity switch, a light switch, and an on/off switch. The probe includes two gold-plated twin- helix electrodes supported in molded plastic about the circumference of the probe, and the objective lens with the diffuser lens surrounding the same for transmitting light for viewing of the vagina and cervix. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The utilization of a fiber-optic scope, electrical resistance reading of the mucus, and temperature of the vagina provide for determining the exact stage of estrus and is particularly designed for the insemination and breeding of horses, cattle, hogs, sheep, dogs, or human females as determined by the size of the probe and the length of the rod." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The model used on this island has been enhanced with a high intensity butterfly vibrator to connect directly to the clitoris to make the examination itself a thrilling, almost heart-stoppingly intense, experience for the human female.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">As Borea later explained in his down-to-earth but droll way, the device "is nothing more than a gun-like device with a thin, sharp-looking probe that we jam up the woman�s twat in public just as we would do if we were examining a mare or a heifer. Once it is inside, the man using it snaps on the light�what a hoot!�and begins to perform various tests to determine when ovulation will occur. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">First, the device takes the hole�s temperature, and the man doing the test can tell the whole community if the woman is in heat. Second, the device routinely performs a detailed chemical and electrical analysis of the hole. Third, it permits the man using it to look right into the hole to perform a visual exam of the cervix and walls of the womb." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">As he went on to explain, "the finger test is more fun, but the device works well because female mammals of all types are pretty much the same. They all have holes, and you can tell when a bitch is ready to be fertilized by the hole�s heat and the color and dilation of the cervix and the mucus surrounding it." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Borea added that "the manufacturer at first made a mistake and sent us the one for cows. It was quite a lot of fun jamming that up into some women, I can assure you. But when we figured out what was wrong, we got the right model. Now the men have the fun of seeing right up inside a woman and sharing what they see with others who can look right up inside her. We can tell with great precision when a female is ready to become pregnant. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I have to tell you that there is something quite interesting, too, about watching a powerful electrical discharge arc up her uterus. We crank the power up on that, and we find it is useful in stimulating super- ovulation when paired up with fertility drugs so that the bitch produces more eggs to fertilize. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">That�s one reason so many women on this island birth litters of two, three or four babies at a time. We also find that the number of babies affects milk production, and so women who are birthing litters often have huge milk-filled breasts that look like watermelons ready to burst from being so ripe." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The high priestess authorizes the public use of this device on any woman whose stage in the fertility cycle is not clear. A male assistant performs the test by sticking the probe of the device far up into the woman�s vagina and then looking through the viewfinder to perform a visual test of her cervix, conduct a chemical test of her cervical mucus, and examine the temperature of her uterine walls at once. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The tests are performed publicly for all women undergoing it, and the results are explained to the large crowd of male onlookers who crowd around to see it. For instance, the male performing the test may explain the exact meaning of the woman�s cervical mucus reading so that men observing the test will know her exact condition, just as an animal breeder might casually explain a similar exercise in determining a mare�s condition. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He will do likewise as her performs a visual exam of her cervix or does a reading of the temperature in her uterine walls. He usually invites many male onlookers to gaze up inside her. The results are highly accurate and can detect the onset of ovulation with such precision that a human female�s cycle can be precisely and publicly determined for breeding purposes within just a minute or two. Then the results can be announced publicly. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the rare occasion that a woman is particularly prime to breed at the exact moment following the test, a line of men forms to breed her immediately. She gets in the position to pray�that is, she kneels down on all fours with her face pointed toward the fertility goddess, lowers her head in submission and her hands in supplication, raises her rear toward the male fertility god, spreads her legs as far apart as possible to open the lips surrounding the vagina opening for easy male access, and urges as many men as possible to fill her with sperm. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">One man is usually assigned to lie underneath her and lick and suck her clitoris during this process so that she will find the breeding experience as pleasurable as possible and will be more inclined to achieve orgasm so as to pull the huge amount of sperm deposited into her deeper inside. Everywhere in this culture there is a strong sense of urgency to breed fertile, ovulating women immediately�and with as many males as possible to ensure pregnancy with the healthiest sperm. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It is not uncommon for a woman in this situation to have her uterus and fallopian tubes completely filled up with sperm from many different male partners. That is exactly the fashion in which some male monkeys perform sex with fertile females.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Women who have just been confirmed as pregnant are singled out for special honors and are themselves the subject of worship by the men at the lunchtime celebration. Men bow in front of the pregnant women and pray to them directly as living goddesses of fertility. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some go to the next step, publicly sucking their clitorises and tonguing their vaginas as a sign of total adoration of their femininity. The women control how the men do this at all times and sharply criticize them if their performance in doing so does not provide the most intense female gratification. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After the marking ceremony, the islanders gather for a brief and simple breakfast that usually consists of fruits and fish. After that, the men and women begin their exercises. That goes on until around 11:30 each morning, though timekeeping devices are strictly prohibited on the island. Therefore, the time is approximate. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Part IV</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The pregnant women prepare lunch for the island inhabitants each day. Lunch is also light, consisting of a form of meat obtained from the plentiful wildlife and a balanced meal to keep the inhabitants healthy and fertile. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It is worth noting that all toilets on this island are open-air public toilets. They resemble the ancient toilets of the Romans in which rows of stone stools are lined up to form a square. There are, of course, no walls between them. Both sexes mingle at public toilets. Men stand up to urinate at the public toilets but sit down with others to defecate. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Women typically eye their penises and testicles as they urinate. Men can, of course, watch women as they go to the toilet as well. The goal is to foster community spirit in all activities�including the natural task of going to the toilet. Even at night people meet at the toilets, which are lighted by torches. Ovulating women who go to the toilet may even be "taken" by any men who happen to meet them. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The rape of ovulating women on this island is not possible, since every woman wants as many male partners as possible to ensure that healthy sperm results in pregnancy. They eagerly accept all male partners when at the right time of month. No woman wants to know exactly who fathered her baby, since all children are considered equally shared by the whole community. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The same principle is considered true of the men and the women�s bodies. It is assumed that women "own" the body of every man and the men "own" the body of every woman. Hence, rape is impossible. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Afternoons are spent in complete leisure. In this climate, the afternoons can grow quite hot. Men and women may nap in the shade wherever they wish. They may remain in the huts, but many choose to sleep outdoors and under shade trees. Again, the men are expected to penetrate ovulating women while sleeping. It is not unusual to see a large number of natives resting outdoors where each man is asleep but is also penetrating an ovulating female. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some move slowly inside these women, pausing occasionally to climax. Some island men have apparently mastered a technique by which they can stroke a woman, and even climax in her, while asleep. Similarly, some women have learned how to move their hips in time with male stroking to encourage it and show enthusiasm for it even while they are sleeping. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Alternatively, the men walk in groups around the camp, looking for ovulating women to impregnate. They then take turns with them at random, taking turns on them much like stray male dogs do when attracted to female dogs in heat. Women eagerly seek as many different male partners as possible when they ovulate, and nobody worries too much about who fathers the babies. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The goal is simply to ensure�even guarantee�the pregnancy of every ovulating woman. That is regarded as an absolute necessity in this culture. Women who are unable to be impregnated, even after enjoying a large number of male partners, are examined by the island�s medical professionals. Several women on the island are trained doctors, who are themselves regularly (and eagerly) impregnated. Women with fertility problems are given fertility treatments�or sent off the island for further examination and returned only when they are capable of conceiving. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Men are prescreened to ensure that they can impregnate women. They take daily medications to increase sperm count and motility. Their sperm are so active that the joke on the island is that they do handsprings in looking for an egg to impregnate. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">But sex alone is not the only pastime. Men and women may pair off and spend hours simply looking at, or touching, each other. The goal is to achieve spiritual intimacy by gazing into the eyes, the windows of the soul. Eroticism of all kinds is highly encouraged so long as it enhances intimacy, and some men and women are taught special techniques by island teachers on how to grow closer mentally, physically, and spiritually. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Their goal is to merge completely, though it is true that is a challenge for a man to do that with as many as 35 women at once. For that reason, male attention is usually devoted only to ovulating women. Those change every few days, of course.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the late afternoon, as the sun goes down, couples gather on the beautiful white sands of the beach so that they may have sex on the beach as the sun goes down. It is preferred as the sun goes down so that others may see them. That is not possible at night, of course. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hunting parties are sometimes formed. Anyone who wishes to hunt for food may do so. Often hunting is done by the pregnant women to give them exercise. It is quite interesting to see groups of pregnant women, their heavy breasts and engorged stomachs bouncing, engaged in running while on the hunt. This is often done in the heat of the day. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The women travel on paths cut into the lush foliage of the rain forest that dominates most of the island. Of course, on occasion the hunting parties must step out into the lush foliage to chase the animals they hunt. That means that many women on this island have bare feet that are well-calloused, since they must walk on many rough parts of the ground. Foot wounds are common, but large horn-like calluses eventually form on the bare female feet. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Raising animals is also common on this island. While they are a source of food, they are also a source of entertainment. Of particular interest are the bulls that impregnate the young heifers. Men stand around and watch the bulls mating. Sometimes they bring ovulating women over close to where the male bulls are at work and time their strokes in the woman at the same speed as a bull in a heifer. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fishing parties are different. On those occasions it is not unusual for men to go out in boats with ovulating women. They fish�and make love�at the same time. That usually involves casting fishing lines over the side of the boat and then holding them while the man penetrates the woman. Sometimes this is treated as a bit of a game in which the man merely strokes the woman until a fish bites. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She sits on his lap�or they even stand up precariously in the boat so that they can be seen from shore�until a fish bites. Then, and only then, can the man climax and whisper the word that sends the woman into an orgasm. Of course, this can be a challenge because the sea moves the boat and thus ensures some stroking occurs as a result of the movement of the sea. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">One goal of the game is to avoid falling overboard or having the penis fall out of the vagina during copulation! They come back to shore only when they have fish--and the woman is likely to be pregnant. Catching many fish usually means the man must come in the woman many times�once for each fish caught. For that reason, couples returning from fishing are greeted with huge cheers when they have many fish. The cheers are even louder when the woman is so full of sperm that she visibly drips as she steps out of the boat. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Another leisure activity is diving. There is a tall rock on one end of the island that overlooks a large lagoon. Couples gather at the rock. The man inserts his penis in a woman and then they dive off the rock. The couple that hits the water with the penis still inside scores the most points. Of course, the woman�s ability to control her vagina, and thereby tighten her hold on the man, can give every couple an advantage over what outsiders may be able to do. But this sport can be very painful to the man. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Extra points are awarded if the man climaxes in the woman while they are diving. They are judged by a man who sticks his finger in the woman to see if she has sperm inside when they emerge from the dive. If she does, then a large cheer goes up from the crowd. The man who fingered her then slaps her buttocks very hard, and other male members of the crowd join in to slap her buttocks as hard as possible. The red on the ovulating woman�s behind is then replaced by red from the slaps.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Yet another sport is called "finding the G spot." A fertile, ovulating woman is willingly spread-eagled on the platform in front of the fertility goddess. Her ass is elevated so that her cunt is fully exposed. Her arms and legs are then tied by chains to the platform. Her mouth is gagged, and she is blindfolded and ear plugged so that all her senses are focused on her cunt. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The men of the island take turns probing her with a vibrator until they locate her "g" spot. (They can tell just by how strongly she reacts to manipulation of that area, often located immediately below the clitoris.) When they do find it, they hoop and holler with excitement�and take turns holding battery-operated vibrators on it until the batteries wear out. The woman has orgasm after orgasm, screaming in choked words in the gag to "stop" because of the sheer intensity of the stimulation. One man holds her stomach and counts the orgasms from the strong contractions of her stomach. The goal is to see how many orgasms she can have consecutively. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After the 200th orgasm, and when the bitch is thoroughly exhausted, ten men take turns fucking her and then repeat the process with the sperm oozing out of her cunt until she experiences another 200 orgasms. This game is also called "group impregnation." It is nearly 100 percent successful in getting women pregnant�even when they have had trouble getting pregnant before.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bathing is also most often performed in the intense heat of the afternoon. A special pond on the island is reserved for bathing. It is in an idyllic setting with a small waterfall. The tribes people are often seen frolicking in the water as they bathe. The bathing ritual is also religious in that the water is seen as a form of sperm. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Women are required to bathe daily but are prohibited from washing their genitals in this pond. The men take turns bathing the women adoringly from head to foot each day. Ovulating women go first and are the focus of special loving attention as the living goddesses they are. Next are pregnant women. The last group are the other women. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">There is a second place for bathing, and it is worth noting it. There is a fountain beneath the god with the erect penis. The penis is a fountain that spills water into a shallow pool. The water falling into the fountain from the god�s penis is fed by a water repository on the back side of the god. All the young men below age 18 go to the backside of the fountain each day to honor the god by ejaculating as many times as they can�that may be as much as 50 times each day-- into the water that is then pumped through the penis and deposited on the other side. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Additionally, the male tourists staying in the island resort also contribute to the ejaculations in the pool� and some even compete over how many times they can ejaculate publicly into the pool. (That means as much as 3,500 ejaculations per day are deposited in this shallow pool.) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">All women not ovulating wash their vaginas each day in the sperm-enriched pool that falls from the god�s penis. They do that by using their hands to dip into the water and then insert the water directly into their vaginas. Some simply bathe themselves completely in the water, pulling their vaginal lips apart so as to allow the water to touch their outer lips. They then eagerly push the sperm-enriched water into themselves with their fingers. Others submerge in the pool and relish drinking the milky-colored water. Others look for floating globules of sperm to insert with their eager fingers deep into their vaginas. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The women who get pregnant from this ritual are sometimes surprised by the appearance of their baby�or babies. One redhead had a baby that was clearly fathered by an oriental man. A blonde woman found herself birthing the baby of a black man when, to her best recollection, she had never had sex with one. And a black woman was surprised to find that the father of her baby must have been oriental. It happens all the time. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It is not uncommon to see a group of men standing behind the male fertility god engaged in a contest over who can ejaculate the most and shoot their sperm the farthest into the fountain at the same time that a large crowd of women is washing their vaginas on the other side of the fountain. The fountain then pulls the fresh sperm directly from one side of the god directly onto the side through the god�s penis so that the bathing women are given fresh sperm from the men directly and immediately.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Several women each month get pregnant this way. As a result, even women with irregular menstrual cycles cannot easily escape pregnancy on this island. It is considered a sign of great favor for a woman to become impregnated as a result of the daily ritual washing of her vagina in the fountain. It means she is favored by the god. Some women have even had several children, or been impregnated with twins or triplets, in this way.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When the tourist males finish ejaculating into the fountain, they often step to the other side to watch women bathing themselves. Tourist males may even offer advice to the island women over how they bathe. Some may even offer assistance if asked, and tourist males especially enjoy helping women bathe by using their fingers to insert the sperm-enriched water deep into their wombs. Women who have a partner must usually lie down and spread their legs far apart to permit the deepest penetration of the fingers with the life- creating water. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some male tourists snap pictures of that ritual for souvenirs to send back home in what some of the locals call the "petting zoo." Others spend hours getting as much of that water as possible into one or several female islanders that they are "helping." But it should be emphasized that sex with these women is strictly prohibited. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In one case a male tourist got carried away�that is, pulled off and literally carried away�from a woman whom he pounced on while she was laying with her legs spread wide. He could not stand it and wanted to copulate with her, but that is strictly forbidden with a woman who is not ovulating. He was exiled from the island forever and never permitted to return. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In another case, a tourist was removed from the island because he "cheated"�he ejaculated in his hand and then inserted the fresh ejaculate directly into a woman�s gaping hole in a bid to cut short the use of the fountain and ensure that his own sperm might reach her egg.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In more recent days, some women have taken to using huge eyedropper-shaped contrivances�some say these were imported by tourists�to squirt large amounts of milky- colored water from the fountain directly into the vagina. That ensures very deep penetration and nearly guarantees that the sperm-enriched water goes deep into the woman�s uterus, filling her up. When the women stand, the milky-colored water gushes from them. The more water that they have taken in and that then falls out when they stand, the higher the status they are accorded each day. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Interviews with Tribal Women</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The researcher wanted to learn more about what attracted so many young women to the island from all parts of the world. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The researcher interviewed most of the women on the island over the course of a year.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">While it is impossible to report everything they said here, what follows are key passages from actual interviews that underscore the common themes that emerged across many interviews.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">* "I am here because I am tired of the rat race. This island is paradise. There is no crazy pressure like in the outside world. And there really is something to be said for the view that women exist to pleasure men and men exist to pleasure women. That�s all that really matters here."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">* "Women here have far more freedom than they do outside. They know what each man is like and can easily choose whose children they wish to bear. They own the men, really. The men absolutely must respond instantly and without question to every sexual command that the women give them. The women here rule everything. It is the exact opposite of the rest of the world. Men here would never harm a woman, since she is regarded as a goddess in the flesh and the creator of all life."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">* "What attracted me is a society where women are worshipped and adored. That is incredible. That exists nowhere else in the world. I will never leave. I thought it was a fairy tale until I felt it for myself. Let me tell you, it beats everything else."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">* "The sex is incredible here. And it is so open. It is strongly encouraged in public. I don�t know anywhere in the world where sex is worshipped as a religious act of intimacy and is considered the center of life. But there is also much more to it than sex alone. Men are encouraged to plumb the depths of a woman�s soul and love her and adore her as an individual in every possible way. Women are encouraged to do the same with the men. It is astonishing to feel that I am the focus of total love, complete obedience and utter adoration."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">* "Life here is simply paradise. I don�t have to do anything. I just eat, sleep and make love whenever I feel like it. It is incredible."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">* "I have had 10 children in less than 8 years here. I know what I live to do, and I know what men expect of me and what other women expect of me. Life is very simple and uncomplicated. It all boils down to the birth cycle. I am a breeder, and the job of the men is to make sure that I am kept impregnated." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">* "The deepest relationships are here. The men love all the women, and the women love all the men. We can choose to do whatever we feel like�whenever we feel like it. Intimacy is prized. While we appear to focus on physical intimacy, let me assure you that intimacy between men and women here is prized in all its forms. The physical act of sex is just the way it can be seen the most often here."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">* "Unlike the rest of the world, we experience no greed here. The only greed that is felt by a woman is to get as much fertile male sperm in her as possible when she is ovulating. And the only greed that is felt by a man is to get as much sperm in a woman as possible when she is ovulating. That is the only thing to be greedy about. There is no need to be greedy about anything else."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">* "An average day here is simple, idyllic, relaxing, and uncomplicated. Every day is the same as every other day. Nobody fights. Everyone makes love�and makes children."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">* "On this island we believe that women should not be kept barefoot and pregnant but rather naked and pregnant with many babies at once�and have no idea who fathered the babies. Our role is to give sexual pleasure to our men, bear children, and do nothing else."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">* "Fucking is the name of the game here, and the goal is to get knocked up�preferably with many babies at once." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Part V</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Interviews with Tribal Men</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I also wanted to hear from the men. So, I asked a few of them�and I have to say they were copulating with women while I talked to them�and here is what I heard:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">* "I do nothing but fuck. That�s my purpose in life. My goal is to create as many babies with as many women as possible. Period." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">* "Making bacon is what I do. I am a male animal. And I just love it."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">* "The women here want to get pregnant, and they don�t care who does it. You have to be fast on the draw here� and hard all the time�or the other guys will beat you to the punch and father more babies. That�s all I do all day is fuck cunt ripe for baby making." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">* "This is no place for a lazy guy. Men are expected to fill a fertile hole every minute. I do. It�s great. Hell, sometimes I am so busy that women have to feed me while I�m humping a bitch in heat."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Women and Their Fertility Cycle</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The community life of the whole tribe centers on the female fertility cycle. The cycle of each woman is publicly monitored, and the mark on her stomach makes it quite easy to tell exactly what day she is in on her cycle. Women between days 13 and 15 are said to be "in heat." Women who are flowing blood are said to be "unfortunate," since it indicates a catastrophic failure to conceive and the loss of a birth. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">A goal of the community is, in fact, to avoid any menstrual cycles except the first one that occurs during the six week period following a birth when a woman is nursing. The first blood flow indicates that the woman is again on a cycle, and she immediately begins with a mark on her chest. Men then know when to copulate with her to get her pregnant. Again, it is clear that the whole society is built on the single principle of keeping all the women pregnant. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Child Rearing and Education</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Borea produces a huge number of infants, and it is not surprising that much attention is lavished on child rearing. However, the natives are also worried about perceptions of the outside world. Hence, children are kept entirely segregated from the compound. Boys ages 12-18 are permitted to ejaculate publicly in the fountain of the male god to keep it always fresh with sperm. (The fountain is drained and scrubbed at night.) Girls are not permitted to bathe in that pond until age 18.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When a child is born, he or she is not schooled until age 5. If possible, the baby is kept nursing as long as possible by the cows to ensure absolute contentment. Some babies nurse until age 12. That is especially true of males. Only 1 of every 35 males is kept on the island, and the others are put up for adoption. There is a waiting list for adoptions.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The children of the tribe are schooled by the cows. They are not taught to read or write, but they are taught about sex and intimacy in every possible way. The children are instructed at a young age about sex as the ultimate act of intimacy. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">They are taught that it is natural and desirable and is preferably performed as a public act to demonstrate total intimacy with another human being as well as to teach others the most effective ways to impregnate fertile women. But children are also taught that it is not a casual affair and is quite serious, a demonstration of two bodies and souls merging. The children are not permitted to participate in the evening ceremonies until age 18. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">During the youngest years, the children are indoctrinated in the religion. They are given many exercises to promote intimacy between boys and girls, though sex is not permitted. One example is to randomly select many girls to pair off with a boy to gaze into each others� eyes for 4 hours or more. They are encouraged to touch and explore each other�s bodies if they wish. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When they finish, they are required to voice how they feel about the other person in public. The teacher asks probing questions to encourage open, deep, intimate expressions of profound feeling. That exercise alone leads to deep, intimate relationships among the young people. Laughter is permitted so long as it an expression of joy. Cruel laughter, meant to hurt or demean others, is punished severely. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bullying among the young is cause for public humiliation. Males that bully are punished by having their penises locked in a vice on a tree in the forest. Anyone who walks by the tree is encouraged to kick them in the buttocks until they are black and blue. Only one such treatment is enough to cure any offender for life.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Females who bully, usually by making catty remarks about other females, undergo a different punishment. During the evening ceremony, any girl who has teased another girl about her appearance�or tried to bully a male or female�is bullwhipped in front of the entire community. A male is chosen at random from the community to do that. He is careful to keep the whip lashes on the girl�s back. That leaves her buttocks and sacred pubic area unblemished. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The men always gather to watch, sometimes with large erections, as a young woman is tied to a pole and publicly whipped. It is called "pussy whipping," and it is the only example in which women might be treated with abuse on this island. Of course, some might regard it as a form of sexuality because most girls beg for more of this punishment when the whipping is completed. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In another example of an exercise, each boy is given several girls to bathe. He must bathe every square inch of their bodies. Total tenderness is required, and the touch during bathing is monitored to show complete adoration. In a variation of that, all the boys must choose just one girl to bathe. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">All the girls look on as one girl is intensely worshipped by all the boys through the bathing process. In the course of one year, each girl is subjected to that public male adoration at least 12 times�and often many more. The boys take special care to take turns playing with the girl�s clitoris and vagina throughout the entire bathing process, keeping them in constant ecstasy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">And, in yet another example, boys are required to kiss every square inch of a girl within a 6 hour period. Each girl reports at the end of the exercise if the boy successfully kissed every square inch of her body. If he missed any spot whatsoever�such as her anus--he must instantly obey her command to French kiss it. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a variation, all the boys kiss the body of one girl from head to foot for 8 hours. The other girls watch how that is done, providing critical coaching to the boys so that they demonstrate total worship and instant obedience to the female. In the course of one year, each girl is subjected to that public male adoration at least 12 times. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The reverse treatment is also done. Girls may be told to do the same to a boy�bathe him from head to foot tenderly or else kiss every square inch of his body. Alternatively, one boy may be singled out to be the focus of all female attention that day. As many as 200 girls attach themselves to one boy for a full day, vying who can show him the most affection. They walk with him, for instance, and masturbate him constantly. He comes so many times that he is exhausted by day�s end and his penis is red from over stimulation.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Public massage is also common. Boys may massage girls all day�or the reverse.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">They are instructed on every known massage technique so that they are experts on giving deeply and emotionally arousing massages, including genital massage that is intense, profound and prolonged. The males usually climax repeatedly while females massage them. Girls are taught how to climax when just touched by a male.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Children are also instructed on kissing in all its forms. Only when they are older do they learn French kissing. And when they do, the girls and boys are paired up randomly to French kiss for many hours. The goal is to deeply explore intimacy through the art of the kiss and to "open the soul." Although sex is not permitted below age 18, the kissing becomes so intense that it is almost a religious act of joining.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">But there are some dramatic differences between the schooling of girls and boys.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Upon puberty the boys are taught by the cows about how to have sex to pleasure a woman. They are shown examples by the cows of exactly what spots to pleasure a woman and how to touch to create instant female reactions. Boys do not participate but do watch as a mature island male helps the cow demonstrate to the boys the most effective sexual positions and techniques for achieving the deepest penetration that is most likely to lead to fast impregnation.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The girls are taught separately by the cows about how to have sex to pleasure a man.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">They are graded on the quality of their hip movement to coax maximum male climax, are given exercises to increase the strength of their vaginas so that they may pull as much sperm as possible out of a man while he is inside of her, and are taught ways to increase the speed at which they achieve natural vaginal secretions so as to encourage rapid, deep male penetration. They are shown methods to enhance the depth of penetration or to increase their chances of pregnancy from a male ejaculation.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Girls�and women�on the island face a special problem in that they are not permitted to wear any devices to stem natural menstrual flow. They remain natural, which sometimes leads to blood trailing down their legs or covering the areas where they stand, sleep or sit. But they may ask males to clean them, and the aim of that is to encourage complete intimacy about bodily functions. Menstrual blood of women below the age of consent is regarded as sacred, symbolic of the female and of her role in creating children, and the men who clean up after them show enormous and loving tenderness in the process.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It is common on this island for a male who first meets a female to look at her pubic area, and then her breasts and hips, before gazing into her face and reaching out to run his fingers around the lips of the vagina and to massage the clitoris gently. Large breasts and hips are greatly prized in this culture, since they indicate to the men that the women will be able to bear a huge number of children successfully. Stretch marks are also a status symbol, since they show that the woman can successfully bear children. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Women over 18 who greet men over 18 do so by reaching out to massage their penises, touch their scrotums and feel their testicles for some time. When the touch reveals that the man�s equipment is satisfactory, the woman smiles to show her readiness to copulate when she is ovulating. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The most important education begins after the age of puberty. At that time boys are instructed in many ways to avoid climax and also ways to climax instantly upon a female�s vocal command. Public masturbation is common and is frequently practiced. The boys exercise from very early ages in an effort to lengthen and thicken their penises, and upon reaching puberty they are required to climax at least 50 times a day to generate a huge reservoir of sperm. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Many have greatly enlarged testicles, some reaching 3 to 4 inches across, by the time they reach the age of consent at 18. Similarly, efforts to stretch and thicken the penis from a very early age often result in very long and thick members that may reach 14 inches when flaccid. They look like they are sprouting tree trunks. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Public erections for males is greatly encouraged and is often the focus of favorable comment but public ejaculation is to be avoided�unless the fertile sperm goes into the fountain to impregnate a woman. Men are also encouraged to place their hands on their penises and masturbate as they walk around the island to arouse female interest and attention. Similarly, women are encouraged to massage their clitorises or finger themselves in public as they walk to arouse male interest.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In this culture, hands are never free. Men are always playing with themselves as they walk--and women are as well. This also helps to ensure that the genital organs are not capable of friction burns from the intense amount of daily stimulation they receive. Men who masturbate at least 50 times daily could easily have sore organs, but constant use builds up tolerance. The same is true of clitoral and vaginal lip stimulation among women.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Girls are taught techniques to climax themselves from an early age. Hypnotism is paired with extremely vigorous genital massage so that girls are given spoken commands that will allow them to climax when their male partner merely whispers a single key word or phrase. That becomes useful later as girls reach childbearing age and must achieve climax to pull the sperm of their male partner deeper into their wombs to enhance the chance of pregnancy when they are ovulating. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Boys are taught a word for each girl that will drive her to instant ecstasy. Great care is taken to prevent boys from learning the words that will affect all the girls, since immature young people might misuse such knowledge and create great disruption in female gatherings by yelling out all the words at once. Similarly, girls are strictly forbidden from issuing voice commands to boys to reach instant climax unless that is done when the male is penetrating her and immediately following the presumed exact moment of ovulation.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">At age 16, girls begin training the boys by issuing vocal commands to ensure that males can climax instantly upon their command. The boys are taught to worship the girls by physically and tenderly carrying them for an hour or more at a time. (Some boys who do that have large erections, which the young women encourage by massaging them.) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In more advanced acts to encourage intimacy, boys are paired up at random with girls and the boys are required to orally stimulate the female clitoris by tongue action for 8 hours at a time. In a variation, the boy stimulates the girl�s clitoris for 4 hours and then the girl sucks the boy�s penis for 4 hours. When they finish, each boy and girl must tell the group how they feel about each other. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It is not unusual for all the girls and all the boys in the same age group to be passionately in love with each other by the end of their schooling because over the years they have been together they have worshipped each other many times in the most intensely emotional ways possible. Delayed gratification pays dividends in that later sexual intimacy is built on a foundation of profound, complete and unconditional love, absolute submission, and great eagerness and enthusiasm to copulate so as to produce as many children as possible. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Both sexes are instructed in special techniques of oral sex. That is permitted between ages 16 and 18, and all boys and girls are required to practice daily for hours on end. The boys do exercises to gain great staying power. As one example, a line of boys is formed and must remain standing with an erection for a 2 hour period. Boys who are unable to do that are coached. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">If they are unable to do it, they are publicly whipped by a girl until they are so motivated to learn that it is impossible for them to escape the lesson. For this reason, it is not unusual to see a line of boys standing with totally erect penises for 4 or more hours. They learn mental techniques to achieve this feat.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">They are taught how to remain erect without climaxing and are taught how to avoid climax even upon the most intense oral stimulation by girls. The girls, in turn, are taught ways to give the greatest oral satisfaction to boys. There is great competition among girls to bring boys to climax from oral stimulation alone when they are discouraged from doing that, and there is great competition among boys to resist climax even under the most creative and intense oral stimulation of their genitals by the females. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anal sex is not permitted before age 18. At that age, boys are permitted to have public, anal sex with girls and are shown ways to perform the act in ways that range from very gentle to extremely rough and hard. Girls are taught how to control their reaction to intense pain when stimulated under the most vigorous anal stimulation and are taught to be completely submissive when the male wishes to give her intense pain through vigorous anal sex. Anal and oral sex are regarded by older adults as a useful outlet for the budding hormones of young people. Vaginal sex is strictly prohibited in children below 18.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Contests are held between competing couples at age 18 after loss of virginity. Prizes are awarded for the most gentle, the most vigorous, and other categories of anal sex. Prizes are also awarded for boys and for girls for oral sex. For example, girls are awarded prizes for "best tongue action." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Boys are given special prizes when they can avoid climax despite the most intense possible oral stimulation. Boys are singled out for special treatment and receive prizes when they can bring girls to climax quickly and intensely through oral sex. Boys are also given special prizes if they can instantly climax upon female voice command or can bring a girl to climax the most times. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">One winner in such a contest brought his female partner to intense climax over 100 times in an hour of public oral sex. He was given a special crown of leaves under the statue of the goddess and honored as a god. The girls are tested for faking by having a female judge hold their stomachs throughout the competition to ensure that the intense stomach contractions associated with female climax actually occur. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Boys also compete against each other. A normal sport is for males to stand in a circle beneath the male fertility god and publicly masturbate into the fountain. The boy who shoots his sperm the farthest is declared winner. That is regarded as important for impregnating females later. Every boy wants to win that important contest, a rite of manhood. Those who do are rewarded by cheers at the sex rituals carried on in the village every evening.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In public competition of another sport, a cow lays in the center of a large circle of males with her mouth open. The goal is for a large number of boys to shoot sperm far enough for it to go in the cow�s mouth and fill it up. The circle is gradually narrowed until all the boys shoot sperm directly into the cow�s mouth. They must climax until they run out of sperm in the competition, and the boys lose if they do not fully fill the cow�s mouth with fertile sperm. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">That is meant to encourage their bodies to produce as much sperm as possible each day. When the cow�s mouth is full, she does not swallow it. Instead, she spits the fertile sperm into the fountain beneath the male fertility god where the women bathe. Of course, in many cases the cow�s face has received load after load of sperm by the time her mouth is full, and for that reason she also washes off her (by then crusty) face in the fountain.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a variation of that sport, shooting sperm to cover as much of the cow�s whole body as possible becomes the object of the game. A group of all the boys ages 12-18 shoot sperm on the cow with the goal of covering her completely. They do not stop until the boys are unable to shoot any more sperm and are literally "worn out." Cows are soaked with sperm. When the game is finished, the cows leap into the fountain of the male fertility god to ensure that the fountain is kept full of fresh sperm. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Adults sometimes engage in sports as well. The most popular is in the evening. All the men line up and choose an ovulating woman as a partner. They then penetrate their partners.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The goal is to see who can stroke the most vigorously for the longest time. It is a quite a sight to see 10 or more couples lined up�and the men competing to see who can hump the most vigorously but for the longest time without reaching orgasm. A record was 17 hours and 42 consecutive male orgasms in the same hole. The bitch was impregnated, of course, and birthed triplets. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Part VI</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Highest Ritual: Loss of Virginity</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The highest religious ritual is the loss of female virginity. A girl reaching the age of 18 is regarded as ready for it, though she must have menstruated prior to the act being performed. If for some reason she is not menstruating, she is given special attention to determine the reasons. If necessary, she may receive an injection of a powerful female fertility drug to stimulate her cycle.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">At the end of her first menstrual cycle in her 18th year, a female is prepared for the evening sex ritual. She receives a special mark on her stomach but is not touched until exactly 13 days after the first day of her first period of the 18th year. In the evening ritual, she is brought to the front of the community. She bows to the goddess. She then stands on the platform and bends over to be taken for the first time. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">But, unlike the normal evening sex ritual, every man in the community takes turns penetrating her and climaxing inside her. (Many men save up sperm for days to use in her, and so she is flooded with an enormous quantity of sperm.) That includes boys who have reached their 18th birthday, and it is often their first sex act. Their first act is greeted with loud cheers from the crowd. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It is not unusual for a young woman to have between 30 and 50 male partners on her first evening. She is said to "marry all the men of the community at once." If she is healthy, she is almost always publicly impregnated in this ritual, and it is quite reminiscent of the efforts of male chimpanzees to take turns with ovulating females to so fill their wombs completely with sperm as to virtually guarantee pregnancy in a fertile female. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When the men have finished with her, she extends her rear to the community so that all may see the sperm filling her. Often there is so much that it runs down her legs and pools beneath her. As before, the entire community shouts and cheers. They all chant "conceive, conceive." When she stands up after being penetrated so many times, she may be helped by other females because of the pain she may be experiencing. But the young woman always smiles and massages her stomach in a ritualized way to signify that she wants the sperm deeper inside her. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">For three nights she participates in this process. The highest honor this young woman can receive is to have no idea which of the many men who enjoy her during the ritual of several days actually fathered her baby, since female animals usually receive many males as they try to conceive. If the young woman becomes pregnant with more than one child, she is regarded as especially blessed. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">That is the highest honor a young woman can receive, and her right breast is marked with a special tattoo to indicate her extreme fecundity. She is proclaimed a goddess. Such a woman is vigorously pursued by all the men in the future, since they all compete to father multiple children at once with her at every chance in the future. Such a woman usually produces at least one child, and usually more, per year for her entire childbearing lifetime until age 40. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">That means she is usually the mother of more than 24 children with different men. The breast milk of women bearing more than 20 children is sacred and is used in special ceremonies of the goddess.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Incidentally, at age 40, all women become ineligible for childbirth and become "cows" thereafter. They keep their milk after the last child they bear, and it gives suck to many other children of younger women in the future. Often such women have huge breasts. They produce enormous quantities of human milk daily.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tourists</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The North side of the island has a 5-star tourist resort�complete with a nude beach and much more. Men or women come from many countries to visit the island. But many come with other views in mind than a one-time sightseeing tour of naked savages. Some tourists visit because they wish to experience island life before deciding to join the community. Some couples visit to have the wife serviced, and the wife is immediately examined using the ECM device. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some women visit to be impregnated without a partner, and some men visit to impregnate some island women and thereby enrich the gene pool. Many tourists making this pilgrimage eventually decide to stay. All tourists are apparently screened first for various diseases to prevent them from entering the island population.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some female tourists, including lesbians, visit to become vigorously impregnated by the island�s males. (Lesbians especially enjoy the docile males on this island who are willing to do absolutely anything they wish to pleasure them and who worship them as living goddesses.) It is estimated that more than 3,000 women from other countries�not all lesbians, of course--have visited the island to be serviced for this purpose, and more than 90 percent go home pregnant. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Female tourists prefer the anonymity of being impregnated by an island male, who follows her sexual orders without question and makes no future demands on her if she grows pregnant. Many tourist women choose to stay, integrating with the island population and producing at least one baby a year between the ages of 18 and 40. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tourist women are always invited to the morning marking ceremony, where they are examined with the ECM device to determine the precise nature of their ovulation phase, and to the evening sex ceremonies. Of course, they must act like islanders�meaning that they must shed their clothing, take the name "hole" or "bitch," begin a vigorous exercise regimen to reach an ideal weight and build up their capacity to bear children, bear a mark on their stomachs or buttocks to indicate the day of their menstrual cycle, and be willing to practice all forms of sex in public immediately and expertly during their time of peak fertility. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">They must also take a solemn oath in front of the goddess that they will do everything possible to remain pregnant until age 40 and do their utmost to pleasure men on the island. After age 40, they must also agree to become cows. If the tourist woman is ovulating, she is immediately chosen to be the first to be publicly serviced in the evening ceremonies, which means that she must stand ready to be the focus of attention by performing sex in public on the raised platform with Borea as the ceremony opens. She then has sex publicly with many more men that same night.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">There are, of course, tourists who decide that they want a more discreet treatment. In that case, an island male may visit the room of the woman, man or couple. That is popular with some tourists, who merely want to have the woman discreetly serviced.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">On one occasion, a young woman of 21 visited the island as a tourist. She was treated to the high ritual whereby she lost her virginity. She was publicly serviced in the evening ceremony by 52 men in one night while at the peak of her fertility cycle. She was publicly impregnated with triplets from an unknown father on the island. She opted to stay. After just 8 years, she has produced 13 children. She was granted the island�s highest female honor to indicate the number of her litters.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Male tourists are also welcome if they wish to enrich the gene pool by impregnating female islanders. Many do, though their numbers are strictly regulated to preserve the 1 male to 35 female ratio. However, they must meet the requirements of the men on the island. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">They must adopt the name "plug" or "dick," be more than merely physically fit and must stand ready to follow the sexual orders of island women instantly and without question. That means they must learn to ejaculate instantly on the command of any woman and must be prepared to sleep inside an ovulating woman. They must also adore and worship women and stand ready to make love in more than physical ways by demonstrating total intimacy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">So-called sex tours are prohibited from visiting the island, since the population must remain disease free. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tourists are permitted to take tours of the island. To do so, they must take off their clothing. But they are not required to mix with the natives if they do not wish to do so. One tourist brought a video camera, taped the evening sex ritual, and was paid $1 million for a tape of several young tribeswomen being publicly impregnated by multiple partners. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of special interest was the command of one young woman to her male partner to climax immediately when she felt herself ovulate, and she did so quite obviously during the taping. Viewers of the tape knew they were watching her being impregnated in public. They watched a man copulate with her repeatedly and saw him climax instantly after she voiced a sharp command to do so. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The cameraman zoomed in on her face as her partner climaxed inside her, filling her with a flood of fertile, motile sperm, at the very instant of her ovulation. The look of utter ecstasy and total satisfaction on her face as her partner spoke a voice command to make her climax to ensure immediate conception was worth the price of the tape. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The cameraman later returned to document her swollen belly before birth and to tape the whole process of her giving birth to twins in public. He even captured the birth of the babies as they emerged from the birth canal and then showed her face to prove that it was the same woman. He also showed her, just a few minutes after birth, giving suck to the babies on her milk- engorged tits.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some tourists visit the island simply to videotape the islanders. In the words of one tourist, a man, "I visit just to videotape the natives having sex in public. The really exciting thing about it is that I know that, more than likely, I am capturing a woman getting pregnant on video. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sometimes she is pulling a train to make absolutely sure she is knocked up like a real bitch in heat. That�s nastier than anything sold by porn outlets. And some of the public sports on the island are just mind- blowing in how dirty they are. I�ll give you one example. In one event which I videotaped, two ovulating women competed to see who could have the most men come inside them in the shortest period of time. They were taking all �comers��white, black, oriental guys, they didn�t care. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Two other women held the guys� dicks as they penetrated those gals�the women being fucked were stunningly beautiful, by the way, and one was a dreamy redhead with great curly red cunt hair and the other was a tiny young oriental gal with a bush that got some crusted sperm stuck in it�and the woman holding the guys� dicks could tell from feeling the spasms on the underside of the guys� dicks when they came. They called out �he just came� as the guys climaxed inside these beauties. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">At one point the tiny oriental had a huge guy with rippling muscles�he must have been over 7 feet tall with a huge chest and a 16-inch dick�pounding her but good. It looked like a Great Dane humping a Chihuahua, and the little bitch�s tiny hole must have been filled up with fertile sperm when he shot his load in her. It looked like a huge summer sausage sticking in a key hole. There was a huge line of guys with hard dicks taking turns, and the women holding the dicks had gooey hands by about half way through. But that didn�t stop them. A crowd formed to watch all this. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I got the whole thing on tape, including the women in almost constant orgasm to pull all that sperm of all those guys deeper inside as each guy shouted the words that brought these bitches to orgasm, rubbing their abdomens to pull the sperm in as well, and verification by the island doctor that both bitches got pregnant during that contest. The whole place reeked of the most intense smell of sex. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">They must have set a record for getting knocked up as fast as possible. One of them later had twins, and I got great shots on video of the babies coming out of her and of her with babies sucking each breast. Hell, I wanted to participate in playing the sperm lottery with those cunts myself and try my luck at fathering a baby with one or both, but I was told that I needed to meet the requirements for a male islander, and I could not because I�m out of shape. But, I tell you, that motivated me to get into shape! I�m working on it. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The next time, I will be in that gang bang to not only nail those good looking young red hot bitches but try to get them pregnant, too. It was clear to me that that was the only object of the game�get the bitches pregnant as fast and as vigorously as possible. They WANT it in the worst way. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Their enthusiasm is incredible, and it makes them incredibly vigorous in how they encourage their men to climax. I bet every guy in that group emptied his balls in the bitches. I timed it, and there were 50 guys in 30 minutes on each bitch. They were in a �dead heat.� The guys just stuck their dicks in those hot pussies and poured in everything they had. That was GREAT. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was even more intense than watching male dogs tag team it on a bitch in heat. It didn�t seem to bother anyone that those bitches must have been as slick as ice with so many guys shooting their wads inside them in such a short time. My video even picked up the slimy look of the guys� dicks as they pulled out, and it was just fantastic to know those holes were primed for baby making. In fact, as hot as those women were, I bet they were feeling the guys� dicks as they swelled in orgasm to come inside them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">And those bitches looked like they were in seventh heaven even after 50 guys nailed them. They just stood up and rubbed their stomachs to pull as much sperm in as possible. I will never get over watching that. It was the most intense sexual experience I have ever seen. But next time, I don�t want to watch; I want to participate in filling those holes with SPERM and get my shot!"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">And a young woman tourist, a self-proclaimed lesbian, said "I like to video the women having sex. It is great to see two attractive young women at the peak of their sexual prime�especially of different races and when I know they are most likely hetero--doing it lesbian style for public gratification and to keep themselves sexually attuned. And I even like to capture on tape the women on the island just walking around, massaging their clitorises, using vibrators or fingering their holes openly and in public. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It is incredible. It makes me wet just to think about it. I may try it out myself�walking around nude, playing with myself, using a vibrator in public here on the island, and partnering with a female islander. Let the guys watch and even video it if it turns them on. Of course, by island law I cannot do that when I am ovulating, and so I will have to be examined by the ECM device."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sex clinics are also held on the island, and they attract people from all over the world. Couples visiting for this purpose are shown sexual techniques to increase the likelihood of pregnancy. Male island instructors demonstrate techniques for copulating with women, and female island instructors show effective ways to squeeze sperm out of their partners through muscle control of the vagina and hold the men tight in their well-exercised wombs. Then the participants in the clinic have sex on videotape. The tape is used to coach couples on ways to improve their technique. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of course, the men and women participants are not permitted to use contraceptives of any kind. On occasion, women get pregnant during the therapy, and those videos are set aside and sold to tourists or else shown on close-circuit television in the resort to excite the tourists. At the end of such a tape, and after a medical screening, a doctor comes on the screen to verify that the woman was likely impregnated during the videotaping.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nor are the sex clinics limited to couples only. Single people are also invited. They may choose a partner from among other participants at the clinic for random sex or else may select an island native. However, island natives insist that participants comply with all island customs.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">That means that women must accept the name of "hole," participate in the use of the ECM device, bear ash markings to show their stage of the menstrual cycle, and engage in intercourse only when the time is just right. Males are required to ejaculate daily into the fountain of the male fertility god as well as service his female partner to her complete and total satisfaction.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nor is sex alone the focus of attention of the clinics. Women are shown many ways how to pleasure men; men are shown many ways to pleasure women. Attention is also devoted to ensuring total bonding between the man and woman so that they are completely intimate and feel complete only when bound physically together in the sex act. That is done publicly with all couples bonded for as long as possible, watching each other to learn more effective techniques. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">They are then led through a debriefing to determine what they have learned about ways to improve sexual techniques and are shown ways to increase the chances of pregnancy. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The resort is known worldwide as a place that specializes in doing special hair treatment of pubic hair. Women visit from all over to have their "hair" done. They can be quite creative, too, in everything from shaving the women�s pubic hair totally off and then using lasers to remove it permanently to styling the bush creatively. The island salon even gives "permanents" to bushes!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some competition also exists in these training programs, with men and women trying to show other couples that they are better lovers. With training lasting only a few weeks, most men can sleep with their penises inside their wives or female partners all night. Many women leave the clinics pregnant even when they have had trouble conceiving before visiting the island. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">One woman even came to the island for the sole purpose of having the ECM device used on her. Her husband, a cattle breeder, wanted to see the device used on his wife. He was given hands on training on how to use it. He then was able to breed her with extreme precision, knowing the exact moment to fill her with his sperm.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">During the training, both men and women are hypnotized so that they may begin to master some of the techniques of the natives. Men leave the island able to climax upon a single barked command by any woman, and they learn how to maintain erections for many hours. Women leave the island able to experience an intense orgasm upon a single but secret word whispered to her by a man. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Women also learn how to control their vaginas so that they can tighten or relax them at will. Husbands are often surprised how tight their wives� vaginas have become, and that often leads to a more intense relationship. And the women, of course, can hold a penis in a vice-lock grip with their vaginas and by controlling it can squeeze every last drop of sperm out of her man.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some sex clinic members have expressed a desire to have sex contests among couples. Those are being planned, and they will take the form of Sexual Olympics in which couples must perform in public in many ways. For instance, women demonstrate their ability to pleasure their men by their tongues. Men then do likewise with their female partners, and also show ability to dominate their women by giving them extremely painful anal sex. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Other contests include one in which men are required to climax the fastest upon female command, stroke the woman for the most counts over the longest time (the current record is 14,823 strokes in a 38 hour period before climax), and publicly demonstrate all positions of the Kama Sutra in the fastest way but with a climax punctuating each position. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Yet another contest has 12 couples humping in unison for as long as they are able to do so. The "winning" couple is the one that outlasts all others before the man shoots his load into a fertile womb.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Both men and women may also stray outside the clinic and have sex with the islanders�but those who do must meet the stringent requirements of those who opt for the full tourist package. That means they must comply with all island rules.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Other Native Tribes in the Area</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Other tribes in the area are enthralled with this tribe. Tribes people from surrounding Philippine islands make frequent visits to see the natives, participate in the rituals, and impregnate (or become pregnant by) the island natives. It is not surprising to see many children on other islands with unusual Western features. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some male tribes people bring their wives to the island for the excitement of watching them being publicly impregnated. In one case, a local chief of another island brought his daughter to participate in the loss of virginity ritual, and she was impregnated with twins by one of 50 men.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My Departure</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I began this ethnography, I was merely studying this culture and fully planned to depart. But, I have decided to go native and stay here. I have already taken 35 wives from among the many tourists here. This is my swan song as an anthropologist. But it is just the beginning, I think. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My goal is to father as many children as possible in this idyllic paradise. Some of them men here father as many as 100 babies a year, though it is admittedly hard to tell for sure. That�s my goal.</span></p>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-29103953591699807932023-08-01T19:47:00.002-07:002023-08-01T19:47:00.137-07:00Soma’s Milky Adventure With An Old Lady<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Soma, a beautiful busty young girl, got married two years ago to a well-known family in Kolkata. Soma and her husband Paresh have been separated from the family since the marriage. And 4 months ago, she had the good fortune to be a mother.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">For Soma, a 26-year-old young mother, it became increasingly difficult to work and look after her family. So, Soma’s mother decided to hire a housekeeper. Soon she found one. The housekeeper was an old-aged woman. Her age was around 56 or 57, a thin and strong woman.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soma’s mother returns to her home after fixing the workwoman. Soma liked her very much because she found out that the lady had no one to see or hear her. The old lady is also looking after Soma like a daughter. Soma seemed to have a soft feeling for the old lady, and it was growing day by day.</span></p><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">But she noticed that the old lady stared at her breast strangely when she fed her baby. And why shouldn’t she? Cause her tits are like two big watermelons filled with milk. When she goes out for some work, all the boys and even older men stare at her, just for her 36D milk-filled tits.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her breasts are much larger for her 5’6 inch height. Soma didn’t know that any woman could be attracted to another woman’s breasts. But she couldn’t think of anything more because the old lady at work had taken her very closely.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">One day, after Soma’s husband went to the office, she breastfed her son. She was breastfeeding her son from the right breast. At that time, the old lady came and sat next to her. Suddenly she said, “Soma, your baby doesn’t drink milk at all and just chews the nipples in his mouth.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soma said, “Tell me what to do. The baby is very weak. He can’t suck properly. So I let him drink cow’s milk. ” After hearing this, aunty said, “Then who sucks your breast milk? Your husband?” Then she replied, “No, he doesn’t like it at all. If he sucked, it would be a great relief.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Aunty asked her, “What do you do then?” Soma said, “My milk flows in the morning and afternoon. So all the clothes get ruined every day. So I squeeze my breasts, and the milk flows to the ground. That’s how I get relief. Do you know how much pain is that? It hurts a lot.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Auntie heard everything and said, “I can tell you a solution. When your breast milk starts to flow, I will suck it and drink it.” Soma was surprised to hear this. “You are a girl and want to drink the breast milk of another girl?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The old lady said, “Where is the problem. This will be a great help for you. And on top of that, I am old enough. I need some nutrition. It will help me up to drink the milk. I will be able to work properly at this age.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soma thought my baby did not drink milk, and my husband was not interested in breast milk. What is the loss, then? Soma said, “Okay, I’ll let you suck my breasts milk, but let no one know.” Aunty said, “Okay. You don’t have to worry.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then Soma put her baby to sleep. After the baby was asleep, she said to her Aunt, “Let’s go and sit in the bedroom.” Then they sat on the sofa. Then Soma sat down with her back to the old lady. And tells Aunty to squeeze her breasts from behind.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Aunty was waiting for this opportunity. She started groping two 36D size tits filled with tons of milk from behind. She groped Soma’s breast from behind. It is as if the power of the demon has come into her hands.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The old lady started pressing Soma’s right breast once, her left breast in turn, especially on her nipples. She was squeezing Soma’s breast like she was groping two big watermelons with her hands. She played with these two big ripe melons, squeezing and squeezing them like meatballs.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She was groping them vigorously one after another. She played with Soma’s breasts, full of milk, for around one hour. After a while, Soma’s brown nipples turned red and swelled like two red grapes. After a while, a line of white milk was seen on the face of the nipples.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Aunty pressed Soma’s nipples and pulled them like rubber for another 10 minutes. Meanwhile, Suma’s nipples looked like two big milk-filled grapes. Meanwhile, milk started coming out of Soma’s breast with a splash. Soma’s clothes were getting wet by the flow of the milk.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soma could not bear it anymore. Soma said, “Auntie, if you keep pressing it, then my breasts will burst.” Because there was so much milk pressure on her breasts. Aunty didn’t let go of Soma. Aunty started pressing her tits harder. It’s as if she is groping and wrestling with Soma’s tits from behind.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a while, she realized that Soma’s body no longer had the strength to sit still. She noticed that Soma would be 2 to 3 inches shorter in shape than her. So she took Soma to the bed. Then she got up and sat on the bed and lay down Soma. She laid Soma down next to her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She saw that Soma’s maxi was soaked in breastmilk. She gently opened Soma’s maxi. Then she began to suck Soma’s left breast, including the buttocks, almost to the mouth. And after a few seconds, she started to suck harder as if she was the calf and Soma’s is a cow.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The old lady was sucking Soma’s breast randomly. Soma once felt as if Aunty was sucking all the milk from her breasts. Soma sat comfortably and pressed Aunty’s head against her breasts. And then Aunty started sucking harder before.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The breast on the left side of Soma was soaked, and the milk started coming out from Soma’s left breast. And the old lady started drinking it with great joy. Sometimes later, she told Soma, “Now give me the breast on your right side.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soma got up and sat on her Aunt’s stomach. Then she bent down and extended her milky breasts towards her Aunt’s face. Aunty saw it only once, and then she started sucking hard Soma’s breast by pressing it using both her hands. She began to swallow the sweet milk of Soma.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soma began to sigh with joy. Her breasts were hanging like mangoes in front of the old lady. The old lady was sucking Soma’s breast harder and mouthful. Sometimes she used to bite Soma’s nipples with her teeth. At this time, some milk fell from the mouth of the Aunt on the bed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">So Soma’s sweet milk remained on the bed. Auntie seemed to be stubborn this time. She threw Soma to one side and lay down on Soma. Then she started sucking Soma’s breast with her full energy. In a while, when the milk was finished. Then Aunty just still gets sucking Soma’s empty breasts.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a while, both of them got up and sat down. Then the working lady asked her how it felt.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In reply, Soma pressed her Aunt’s cheek and said, “I have never felt more comfortable than this. I did not get so much pleasure from having sex with my husband. You can suck and drink my breasts milk whenever you want from now on. From today, these two breasts are only yours.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">On hearing this, Aunty smiled and kissed Soma’s breast. Then she squeezed Soma’s breast and said, “Can I sleep with you tonight?” Soma replied. Come to this room when my husband is asleep. As soon as you come to the edge of the bed, I will open my maxi so that you can drink as much milk as you want.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then Soma took off her maxi, and Aunty fixed her sari. At that moment, Soma’s baby cried. Soma hurried to make milk for the baby. But all the attention remained on Aunty. Because auntie’s saliva was still on her tits, she felt hot.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Soma’s husband came to the home, he was very tired. So he took a quick bath, went to the dining room, and started eating. When Soma was in the kitchen, she was heating cow’s milk for her child. That time the old working lady stepped into the kitchen.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She saw Soma was heating milk for the child. Suddenly the old lady started groping Soma from behind. She holds Soma’s mouth by her right hand so Soma can’t make any noise. Because Soma’s husband figures out anything, it would be a great mess for both of them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">And she kept groping some left breast. Then suddenly, by getting scared, Soma hit the pot of milk which was on the stove. And the milk spread on Soma’s breast. It burned a bit on the upper side of the breast, under the neck. But it didn’t go near the nipples.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">And at the time, Soma was upset. And she cried out a bit. Then her husband heard that she was crying. He ran and came to the kitchen, watching her. He was shocked. He immediately asked the old working lady to pull off Soma’s blouse and pour some cold water on Soma’s breast.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He was going to call a doctor to tell him the situation. But the old lady told him that it was a slight burn and that nothing would happen. Hearing this, he calmed down. Then the working lady took Soma to the bathroom. The old lady pulls off Soma’s saree.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She gently removes the blouse. Then she helps Soma to sit down. She started pouring water on Soma’s breast and told Soma to hold both her breasts together. Soma did as the old lady said. The lady poured the water on both of Soma’s breasts, feeling relief.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then old Aunt wipes Soma’s breast and whole body with a towel. Soma was wearing only a panty at that time. Then Aunt said, “Soma, change your wet panty.” Soma changed her panty in front of the old lady as it seemed nothing.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then the old Aunt took Soma to the bedroom. And help her to lay down on the bed. She tried to put a maxi on Soma, but Soma refused it and said she would sleep without clothes. Then Aunt said her at least wear a trouser. Then Soma told her to bring a pair of trousers from the cabinet.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then the old lady quickly go-to the cabinet, bringing short leggings, and giving them to Soma. Then she wears it. Soma was lying on the bed, and she was only wearing short leggings. But there were no clothes on her upper body. Her breasts were fully open. That’s how she started to take a rest.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The old lady came out of the room and told Soma’s husband not to sleep with Soma for a while. Because the skin under Soma’s neck was a bit gone, hearing this, Soma’s husband got a little worried. But he tells her that there is no problem.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He will not let Soma do any work for a month and will not go to Soma’s room for one month. Then the old Aunt went to the kitchen to finish the rest of the work. Soma’s husband went to another room to sleep. After finishing all the work, the old Aunt enters Soma’s room.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soma was awake then. Soma told her old lady to feed her baby some milk. Then the Aunt put the feeder in the baby’s mouth. The baby fell asleep eating the feeder’s milk. Then the old lady came to Soma and sat down. Then put her hand on Soma’s breast gently.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soma grabbed Auntie’s hand tightly to her right fluffy. Because she’s already gotten a little horny being naked in front of auntie a few minutes ago. The old lady asked Soma, “Are you angry with me?” Soma, in the reply, said, “No. It’s not your fault.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She heard this old lady smile happily. But she was surprised to see Soma’s breast swollen with milk again. With curiosity, she pressed hard on Soma’s right milky breast. And the stream of milk began to flow. Soma felt horny by the touch of the old lady.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soma moved a little bit to the side of the bed and gave her Aunt a place to lay. Aunty got up on the bed. As soon as she got on the bed, Soma grabbed Aunty in excitement. The 56-year-old thin woman looked hungry for many days. A busty girl like Soma with two ripe melons made her excited and even more hungry.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She picked up Soma and sat her down on the bed. She then inserted her waist between Soma’s legs and placed Soma on her lap. Soma wrapped her legs around old Aunt’s waist. Soma was sitting on the old lady’s lap, spreading her two legs, and the old lady grabbed and hugged Soma tightly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soma was a little shocked. Then the Aunt folded Soma’s hands behind her back and held them. Then She started sucking on the right side of Soma’s breast with a lot of pressure. She started sucking so hard that a deep sound came out of Soma’s mouth. She then released Soma’s hands after a while.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then Soma herself excitedly presses Aunt’s head on her breasts full of milk. In this, Aunty started sucking Soma’s breasts more rigorously. In this way, Soma’s breasts turned red after the Aunt’s sucking on her breasts for 40 minutes continuously.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She finished drinking all the breastmilk. Meanwhile, Soma has released water twice from her pussy. Then Aunty lay down Soma, and she also lay next to her. The old lady was still sucking Soma’s breasts.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a while, Soma started feeling sleepy, and after a while, Soma fell asleep. And the old working lady also fell asleep with her face pushed between Soma’s breasts. They hugged each other like this all night and lay down after their milky adventure.</span></p>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-50555436266355880742023-08-01T19:41:00.005-07:002023-08-01T19:41:00.163-07:00My Lactating Wife and Beggar<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I am Rahul, working in an MNC. My wife is Menka. Today we went on a long drive. Now and then, I go out with my wife. I’m a workaholic. Until now, I did not understand anything except my work, my career. But now I try to give my beautiful wife as much time as possible.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Because Menka is currently mentally disturbed. A few days ago, she had an unwanted miscarriage. She had many dreams about her future child. She had imagined various things. But in this unwanted miscarriage, her dream has been shattered.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I will tell my life story. But, before that, we need to give some details about ourselves. Our married life is one and a half years. I am 26 years old. Menka is 22. She is very beautiful and sexy – height 5 feet 6 inches, slim body, thin waist, and full, huge ass.</span></p><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The most striking thing about her slim body is her huge boobs. Their size is 36 D. People walking down the street must look at her pair of tits sideways once. And just at that moment, I felt proud of myself. In a word, she can be called film heroin.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I didn’t want to have a baby so soon. But as I said before, I’m crazy about work. My job is with a private company. So, I had to stay out of the house for a long time. As a result, Menka would get bored sitting at home. Menka herself is highly qualified.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">To pass the time, she told me she would get a job. But, I could not accept the idea of doing her job. So, she offered to take the baby early. I no longer object to this. Her whims seemed reasonable to me. Everything was going well. But, just ten days ago, her miscarriage happened.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">At first, Menka was shocked. I tried to comfort her in many ways. That’s why I’m trying to spend as much time with her as possible, taking time off from work. Before leaving today, I met an old Guruji of our family. We heard many spiritual sayings from him.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He gave various lectures on sacrifice. For example, peace of mind can be achieved through self-sacrifice. You don’t just have to think about yourself. There are many sad people in the world. We need to think at least a little bit about them. You can enjoy yourself by serving others.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He especially comforted Menka in various ways. He blessed Menka and said that her next child would be born better and smoother. For that, she must be more compassionate for the other. I know Menka is just kind enough. Guruji’s words impressed her well.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After meeting Guruji, we had lunch at a restaurant on the side of the road. Menka got in the car and asked, “Where are we going now, darling?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, “Today, you tell me where to go.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">This time Menka named a museum. We had been planning to go there for a long time, but it was not possible. I immediately agreed to her offer. On the way, Menka raised the issue of Guruji. She said, “Guruji is right. Peace is possible only through sacrifice.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yes. Guruji has been with our family for a long time. What he said is very true and reasonable.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was driving at a moderate speed. After a while, Menka put her hand on her chest and said, “Uhhhh.” I realized the cause of her pain. She had a miscarriage ten days ago. Now she is perfectly healthy. But the annoying thing is that her breasts have started producing milk.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka’s huge boobs produce a lot of milk. But, there is no one to drink that milk. Her huge melons are about to burst under the pressure of milk. Sometimes, she tries to get the milk out using a breast pump. But everyone knows that it is not possible to get all the milk out of my breast pump.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">If someone else sucks and drinks that milk, it is 100% effective. Menka had earlier requested me to drink her milk. I also tried. But I couldn’t because I have allergies and an aversion to milk. From a young age, I could not drink any kind of milk.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I asked her, “What’s the matter, darling? Do your boobs hurt again?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Huh … but what is the use of you knowing that? You won’t drink my milk anymore, will you?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You know, darling, I can’t drink milk all the time.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It’s late afternoon. The pain ruined Menka’s mood. I realized, today the joy of a short tour was lost. Menka was distorting her face in pain. I kept looking at her face. I slowed down the car a lot. The road on this side is quite secluded.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">This is a high road. There is not a single person on the street. Shortly afterward, however, a man was seen standing on the side of the road. He raises one hand and asks us to stop the car.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I asked Menka, “Who is the man? He seems to be telling us to stand up.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I think so too. You stop the car.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What’s the point? There are no people in this secluded place.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Are you forgetting Guruji’s advice? He says to help someone in his need as much as possible.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Therefore, I parked the car next to the man. At first glance, the man looked like a beggar. He was wearing ragged, dirty clothes. Age will be over sixty. The hair and beard have turned white. The man is very thin.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man was standing where Menka was sitting by the window. He looked at Menka for a few moments and then at me and said, “Sir, I’ve been hungry for a few days. Would you please give me some food?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was very sorry to see the man. Menka looked at my face. But we have no food at the moment. I told him, “Listen, Baba, we don’t have food right now. However, I’m giving you some money. I hope it will help you.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man seemed pleased with my words. But he kept looking at Menka’s boobs. I know. Nobody misses the chance to see Menka’s huge boobs. What will be the exception of this beggar? Still, following his gaze, I looked at Menka’s chest.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">But oh my god! Menka’s top is soaked in the milk coming out of her nipples in two places. She probably couldn’t guess. But the beggar understood the whole matter.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He said, “I don’t understand why God hurts good people like you!”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said to him, “What do you mean?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I mean, maybe Madame has been deprived of her child happiness recently.” He pointed his finger at Menka’s chest. When Menka looked at her chest and saw milk stains on her top, she was very embarrassed. I also did not understand what to say at the moment.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The beggar broke the silence. He said, “Madam, there is nothing wrong with that. You are not to blame.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka was throbbing with pain under the pressure of milk. She somehow replied, “Yes, uncle!” Her face was distorted with pain.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The beggar asked her, “What’s going on, madam? You look like you’re in a lot of pain.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, “You’re right.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Then why doesn’t she pump out the extra milk?” The beggar looked at my face and asked.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I replied, “Not all milk can be extracted well that way.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yes, you are right. If someone sucks with his mouth, all the milk can be taken out. Sir, you can drink Madame’s milk.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka was embarrassed to hear the beggar’s open speech.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I replied, “Actually, I have had a strong aversion to milk since I was little. That’s why I can’t drink her milk.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Meanwhile, Menaka growled, “Aaaahhh …..!”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">This time the beggar said to me, “But I am very sad to see her plight. Something needs to be done for her.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What else can you do?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Sir, I have an idea in my mind. If you allow me, I can say that.” The beggar said to me in a hesitant voice.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka and I both looked at his face. I said, “Baba! Do you want to suggest to my wife to ease the pain? How can I stop you?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Look, sir, I told you before I am very hungry. I don’t need money at the moment. Rather, I need food. Madam is also suffering from the pressure of her milk. If she allows me to drink her breast milk, on the one hand, my appetite will be quenched; on the other hand, she will be somewhat relieved.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We were both shocked by his words.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I shouted, “What?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He seemed a little scared. He said, “Sorry, sir, I gave this suggestion. I felt very bad seeing her suffering. So I said this. Please forgive me.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You got the money. Now get out of here. We’re leaving too.” I started the car engine.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He was standing with his face down. This time Menka broke the silence. She told me, “You are so angry for no reason. He did not say anything about a bad motive. Maybe he gave me the proposal for relief.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I turned off the car engine. Then I looked at her face. Menka’s response made the beggar’s eyes glaze over. He looked at Menka’s face curiously.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka looked at me and said, “Listen, Rahul, to be honest, you are always indifferent when it comes to my suffering. But look at the beggar on this street. He is already feeling sorry for me. He is trying to lighten my breasts.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“That means, do you want to permit him to suck your boobs? I can’t think of it.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Please, Rahul, you allow him to suck my boobs. Because at the moment, my tits are hurting a lot. If he can reduce my breast pressure by drinking my milk, nothing is better than this. This is a trivial beggar. There is no fear of this matter being published through this. However, I will also get some relief from the pressure of milk.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">No words came out of my mouth. I just stared at the beggar once and once at Menka’s face. Menka was looking at me with curious eyes. I was silent for a while. The beggar said to me, “Sir, have you made any decision?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka said in a slightly frustrated voice, “I know, you can’t accept it from the heart. All right, let’s go wherever you want. Broad-minded people are not so easily found in the world.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Okay, Menka. I love you. I’m willing to do anything for your comfort and relief. You make him drink your breast milk. You gain a little relief and, of course, satisfy his hunger.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka’s face filled with a smile. She looked at the beggar.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I asked the beggar, “What is your name?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Karim, sir.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">That means he is a Muslim. In this case, it is necessary to know the opinion of Menka. Because he is a Muslim, Menka might object. I looked at Menka with curious eyes. Menka may have been able to understand my feelings.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She said to me, “Rahul, this is not what you think. Mutual benefits should not be judged. He is a Muslim beggar, but I have no objection. He wants to relieve me by sucking my boobs. There can be no more generosity than this. ”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was relieved by Menka’s words. I told him, “All is well. But how can you suck my wife’s boobs in this open street? Someone can see us.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Sir, I have an idea. There is a Dhaba nearby. You can park your car there. My hut is very close to that Dhaba. If you, please come to my hut, I can comfortably drink madam’s milk there.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I asked Menka, “Do you agree?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka nodded in agreement.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said to Karim, “Then you sit in the back seat of the car. We will go to Dhaba.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim came and sat in the back seat of the car. Oh my God! What a terrible stench is coming out of his body. Probably he lives in a very dirty environment and doesn’t seem to have bathed for several days. Due to the foul odor on the beggar’s body, Menka began to hesitate.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">But at the moment, she has no chance to object. Because she had promised the beggar to let him suck her boobs, she just stared into my eyes. I winked at her and told her to be patient.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After driving for five minutes, a Dhaba was seen on the left side of the road. I parked my car a little way from Dhaba. A few more cars were parked there. No one paid special attention to us. The beggar said to me, “Sir, get out of the car now. Lock your car well.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We all got out of the car. After I locked the car, Karim said to me, “Sir, come with me now. You can reach my hut in 10 minutes walk.” We got off the main highway and took a dirt road. After walking for a while, some plants could be seen. Gradually the vegetation began to thicken.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka asked, “How much longer do we have to go?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“We’ve almost arrived. We beggars live in a few huts in this secluded place. Who will give us a place to stay in the main city? I can safely drink your milk there. No one is likely to see it.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">His words proved true. After a while, we saw a few slum houses next to each other. The houses are fenced. Polythene sheet is installed on the roof to block rainwater and sun. The doors are made of tin.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim said, “Madam, don’t worry. There is no one in this place at the moment. Everyone has gone out to beg. They will not return before evening.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim’s hut is very small. 10 ×10 feet. A stove, some pots, and a place to keep water are in one corner of the room. There is no bed but a mattress on the floor – a dirty pillow.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim said, “I know, sir, you are very disgusted here. But this is the palace for me.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, “Don’t be shy, Baba. We’re not thinking of anything like that. We’re here to help each other.” Then I said to Menka, “Come, sit down, here.” After saying that, I showed her to Karim’s mat. Karim first sat down on the mattress. Then the two of us sat on either side of him.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim stared at the two huge globes on Menka’s chest. Her top was soaked in milk in two places around her nipple. I told him, “Don’t be late. We have to go home. You suck Madame’s boobs and give her some satisfaction.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Can I touch Madame’s boobs?” Karim looked at me and asked.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka laughed out loud at his words. I laughed too. Then I said to him, “How can you suck Madame’s boob without touching her? Now you can satisfy Madame in your way, and you can satisfy yourself.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim extended one of his rough hands towards Menka’s breast and touched it. The touch of any other man’s hand on her boobs in life, except her husband. Eyes closed, she shuddered a little. Karim started lightly pressing Menka’s twin globes with both hands.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">For the first time in his life, Karim can touch the boobs of such a beautiful, high-class woman. He wondered if he was dreaming. After a while, Karim started pressing Menaka’s boobs quite hard. It’s as if he’s trying to melt them both. I instructed Karim, “You take off her top. It will be to your advantage.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim grabbed Menka’s top with both hands and started to open it. Menka raised both her hands so that Karim could easily open her top. Menka is wearing only a long skirt and a red front open hook bra. Most of her huge boobs are out of the bra.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim’s head is spinning, seeing the deep cleavage between the two boobs. This time Menka herself unhooked her bra. Karim took off her bra. 36 D size two huge tits jumped out in front of Karim’s lustful eyes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The areolas in the middle of the pair of boobs are brown and puffy. The two nipples in the middle of them are like grapes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Oh, madam! Your breasts are very nice. I have never seen such well-formed and big breasts in my life.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">This time I felt my cock getting harder and harder. But it’s a little weird. A dirty beggar is caressing my loving wife’s boobs and seeing that I am getting hard on. I was amazed to see this latent cuckold fantasy in me. Karim grabbed Menaka’s naked boobs with both hands and started pressing hard.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka – Hmmm.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Due to Karim’s vigorous mauling, milk started coming out from Menaka’s nipple, and Karim’s hand started getting wet in it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka – Ummm, it hurt!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim – Do not be upset, madam! I will immediately suck and reduce the pressure of your milk. Then, you will feel no more pain.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saying this, he lowered his face on her boobs. He swallowed her nipple and started sucking. Karim slowly inserted a lot of boobs into his hot mouth cavity and began to suck vigorously. Karim drank Menaka’s milk with a ‘chuck chuck’ sound with satisfaction.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He exclaimed happily, “Oh madam! Your milk is so delicious and sweet! I am so lucky in life to have had the opportunity to drink such delicious milk.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim pressed Menaka’s other boobs and twisted the nipple with two fingers. His big white beard was tickling her skin. I realized that Menka was getting hotter and hotter for all these reasons. Her eyes became cloudy because she was biting her lower lip with her teeth.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I also realized that Karim was taking advantage of my wife’s luscious body. Because he was not just drinking her milk. Instead, he was constantly mauling Menka’s other boobs. But I didn’t want to stop him. Because I thought he was giving her satisfaction. So, he deserves this bonus.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In just five minutes, Karim finished all the milk of Menka’s right breast. Then, raising his face, he asked her, “How are you feeling, madam? Feeling a little better than before? I have drunk all the milk of your tit.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka smiled. She said gratefully, “Yes, I feel much better than before. Please drink this boob’s milk now.” Saying that, she touched Karim’s head on her left boob. I was stunned by her behavior.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim began to suck her left boob loudly with the sound ‘slurp slurp slurp.’ This time Menka has become very sexually aroused. She grabbed Karim’s head with both hands pressed hard on her boobs and said, “Oh come on ……………. suck harder. You suck so nicely.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim was sucking one of her boobs and mauling the other cruelly. Suddenly he did a strange thing. He stopped sucking, lifted his face, and kissed Menka’s lips.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was stunned. Menka was also surprised.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, “What did you do that for? You were dealt with that you will suck my wife’s boob. There was no deal with you that you would enjoy my wife’s body.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim said very sadly, “I know that, sir. But your wife is very beautiful and sexy. I have never touched the body of such a high-status woman in my whole life. That’s why I’ve been sexually aroused by sucking her boob for so long.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He was talking but was constantly pressing her tit.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I found the logic in his words. I told her, “OK. Carry on. You can kiss her. But first, give her some relief by drinking her milk.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Okay, Thank you, sir.” Karim started sucking Menaka’s boob again. But now and then, he was kissing her lips, cheeks, and neck aggressively. I didn’t stop him at all. At this, it seems, his courage increased. He hugged Menka and rubbed his lips on her neck and shoulders.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka looked at me. I gestured to her to stay calm. He was kissing Menka like crazy and said to me, “Sir! Your wife is very sexy and like a goddess. You don’t mind my behavior, do you?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, “Nah! Nothing like that. You don’t have tension at all.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">This time he quickly took off his dirty shirt. Now, he is wearing only a dirty lungi. I said, “What happened?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Seeing his naked upper body, it seemed that he had not had a bath well for a long time. His body was very dirty. He gritted his teeth and replied, “If I can touch my skin with Madame’s fair skin, it will be more fun, sir.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, “Oh well!”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka might have slapped him hard on the cheek. But, she is very sexually aroused at the moment. So, she didn’t mind his behavior. Instead, she gently hugged his back.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a while, he finished all the milk of Menka’s left boob. But, even then, he did not leave her. He continued to kiss and molest my sexy wife. His clumsy hand kept pressing her tits incessantly. This time Menka said, “Uncle, I have no more milk in my breasts. You have all drunk. Now let me go.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim turned to me and said, “Sir, I tell you the truth, I have never had the good fortune to touch such a beautiful, sexy woman before. And to caress like this is a far cry. I don’t want to leave, madam.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“So, what do you want to do?” I asked curiously.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Sir, forgive me my guilt. I understand at least that you are very kind and generous. In that hope, I beg you one thing. Give me a chance to fuck Madame at least once.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What?” I said very loudly. Menka became speechless on hearing him.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a very sad voice, the beggar said, “I knew you would not obey my whims. Because I am an insignificant beggar.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said hesitantly, “But Baba, tell me how it’s possible! She’s my wife.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then I was even more surprised by what Menka said. She said, “Listen, Rahul, Guruji has told us always to give up. Don’t be cruel to anyone. This poor man has been deprived of sexual pleasure for a long time. We should sacrifice for him.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said to her with a broken throat, “You have no problem with that?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka said, “Darling, Guruji’s words have breathed new life into me. I have no objection to pleasing him. I am asking you the same question. Do you have any objection?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">This time I did not give any answer to Menka. Instead, I said to the beggar, “Okay, Baba! You can fuck my wife the way you like.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The beggar was very happy. He said, “God will be very happy with you. There are no great people like you.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Ma’am, can I strip you naked if you don’t mind?” The beggar asked Menaka enthusiastically.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka smiled softly at the answer, which meant she had no objection. He touched the elastic of her long skirt. He grabbed her skirt in both hands and lowered it through her hips. At one point, it was seen that she was wearing only a panty.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You’re so beautiful and sexy, madam!” Karim gritted his teeth and smiled. He also took off her panties this time. Thus Menka became completely naked in front of the lustful beggar. She looked at me. I could see the signs of shame in her eyes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">This time he took off his lungi. He’s wearing only underpants now. Due to the pressure of his penis, that took the shape of a circus tent. A big surprise was waiting for us when he took off his underpants. We had no idea that his penis could be so big at this old age.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">At first glance, it seemed to be at least ten inches long and proportionately thick. Thick hair at the base of the cock that has not been cleaned for a long time. The testicles are also quite large, about the size of a tennis ball. Menka said in a very frightened voice, “Oh my God! I can’t take…. It is so big!”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The size of my penis will be hardly five inches. She had been accustomed to inserting a penis of this size into her pussy for so long. In response to Menka, the beggar said anxiously, “Don’t be afraid, Madam! It may hurt a little at first, but you see, you can enjoy it later.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He pushed Menka on his dirty mat and laid her down, holding her legs apart. As a result, her pussy became visible in front of his lustful eyes. Her pussy was clean shaved.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Seeing the hole in the middle of her pink pussy lips, the beggar was happy and commented, “For the first time in my life, I got a chance to see the vagina of such a high-class woman.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim lay down on Menka with the full weight of his body. He started kissing Menka’s face passionately like her old boyfriend and mauling her boobs. His hard penis began to stab here and there in her lower abdomen. He was occasionally sucking one of her boobs and pressing the other.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thus, for ten minutes, he foreplayed her body like an expert. Meanwhile, she was breathing heavily. Her forehead was dripping with sweat, which clearly showed that she had now reached the peak of excitement. Karim got up and sat down, and took position near her cunt.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oh my God! That means the dirty, ugly beggar will screw my loving wife right in front of my eyes. Suddenly Menka asked me, “Uncle will fuck me now. Do you mind, Rahul?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Honestly, seeing these scenes made my cock rock hard. I was enjoying the event. I replied, “No, Menka. According to Guruji, we are doing some kind of social service. I don’t see anything to mind.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim had already touched his penis tip at her pussy entrance. As soon as I finished speaking, he pushed half of his cock into her pussy. As the thick cock suddenly penetrated her tight pussy, she screamed in pain, “ Aaah! Bohut dard h raha hai!” (It hurts a lot.)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Don’t be afraid, Madam! Please be patient. You will see. Everything will be fine!” He pulled his dick out a bit. Then he pushed it hard again. This time it entered 75% of her vaginal cavity.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka screamed, “Ouch! Please, Uncle! Take it out of my pussy. Otherwise, I will die of pain.” Karim did not answer. He leaned forward in support of both hands, slowly stroking his dick inside her pussy. After a while, he increased the speed of fucking.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Gradually, Menka was getting used to his thick dick size. She started moaning slowly, “Feeling pretty good now. Stroke like this. Don’t fuck at high speed. Then, it will hurt again.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I saw bloodstains on the edges of her pussy lips. I realized that her tight pussy entrance was probably torn by the pressure of Karim’s thick dick. She is now caressing his back with her hands and kissing his lips from time to time. This proves that she is reaching the peak of excitement.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Five minutes after being rammed like this at medium speed, she had a heavy orgasm. Then she fainted a little. Karim was kissing her all the time, sucking and pressing her tits. She was slowly getting horny by his continuous foreplay.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a while, I saw her hugging and kissing him. It became clear to Karim and me that my well-educated wife was sexually aroused again. This time Karim started to fuck her very hard. A fucking sound was spreading all over the room.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her slender body was moving back and forth with the rhythm of stroking.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim was lying all over her body, sucking her lips, squeezing her boobs, and banging hard. Ramming her for at least ten minutes in this pose, he pushed his dick deep into her pussy. He began to pour a lot of cum into her vagina. Just at this time, she was moaning and had another orgasm.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim poured a lot of semen at once and gasped. He is lying on Menka’s body. Menka is also panting. Eventually, at one point, they calmed down. Karim sat up and said to me in a tone of gratitude, “Sir, I have no language to thank you. You are great.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Destroyed Menka also sat up. Karim’s dirty saliva was all over her body. In addition, scratches and bite marks on various parts of the body. After a while, they put on their clothes. Then we talked for a while. Before we left, I gave him 1000 rupees as a bounty. At first, he refused to take it but later took it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Sir, can I get your phone number? I don’t have my phone, though. But an acquaintance has one. I’ll call you if I ever want to if you don’t mind.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka wrote down my phone number on a piece of paper. Back home that day, we had intense sex that evening and throughout the night. Menka was amazed at my energy. She said, “What’s the matter? You’re in a good mood today. You haven’t had such vigorous sex for a long time.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I don’t know. I was so aroused to see you fuck with that beggar. I’m getting sexually stimulated as much as I think about it.” She looked at me in surprise for a while. Then she said, “I’ve heard of cuckold fantasy before. I think you have this fantasy.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Maybe. You may be offended knowing this. But, I confess to you the truth.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She suddenly hugged, kissed me and said, “You are my darling and life partner. I have to give dignity to your happiness. I do not mind this.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">A few more days have passed since then. Her boobs have become numb again under the pressure of milk. She looked at me and said, “Darling, tell me what can be done now! My breasts are in great pain.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Then let’s call the beggar. Let him come and suck your boobs and reduce the pressure of your milk. And let’s screw you as a bonus.” I laughed and answered.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She pinched me and said, “You naughty ……….!”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“But it’s not funny. Even though we gave him our contact number, I don’t remember asking for his. If I had, I would have thought of calling him right now.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Just at this time, my phone rang. I looked up and saw an unknown number. Upon receiving the call, Karim’s voice was heard, “Are you all right, sir?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I’m fine. You’re Karim, aren’t you?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yes, Sir. How is Madam?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Good.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“And her boobs?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You ask Madame. She’s here.” I handed the phone to Menka.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She said in a muffled voice, “How are you, Uncle?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Nice, Madam. I miss you. I miss your boobs, and my throat is getting dry from thirst.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka smiled and said, “What can I do about this, Uncle?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Come to my dormitory one more time. I really want to fuck you.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She looked at me. I took the phone from her hand. Then I said to Karim, “To be honest, this is what we were thinking. But I could not communicate with you. Tell me when should we come to you!”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He said in an emotional voice, “Sir, what is the value of my time? Tell me when you will come. I am always ready.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Tomorrow I have an office holiday. Then let’s go at noon tomorrow.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“OK, Sir. I’ll wait.” He answered with great enthusiasm.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Before leaving the next day, Menka put on nice make-up. She was wearing a light yellow transparent sari and a sleeveless blouse which showed a lot of her boob cleavage. I looked at her and said, “Wow!” She smiled softly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">By car, when I reached dhaba, I saw Karim was already waiting there. He smiled when he saw us.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He said, “Lock the car here like the day before. Then we’ll walk to my hut.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He looked at Menka once and said, “Madam looks very sexy today.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka said, laughing, “Don’t exaggerate!”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">As we walked down the street, we started talking. Karim said, “Sir, I have done something without asking you.” I looked at him in amazement and said, “What have you done baba?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I’m really poor. I don’t have money to buy my phone. I borrow the phone from one of my acquaintances when I need it. I called you yesterday using that phone. He heard us talking from the side. Since then, he has been eager to get to know Madam.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka seemed a little annoyed. She said, “But we hoped you would keep it a secret. Why did you let a third person hear your obscene talk?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“No, no. You don’t have to be tense, Madam. He’s very reliable. He won’t tell anyone. You can rest assured. He just wants to see you today and talk to you. He will come to my hut today.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka looked at me. I told him, “OK. There is no point in breaking the word when you have promised him. But, you will send him away as soon as he is introduced.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After walking, we reached his cottage. There are not many people in the area. Some kids are playing. According to him, the people here have gone out to beg.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We sat in his room and started talking. In between the words, Karim was staring at Menka’s pallu-covered heavy boobs with greedy eyes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a while, I heard a call from outside. He replied satisfactorily, “That’s my friend.” He told him to come inside the house. This time both of us were disgusted to see the man who had entered the house.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man seemed to be younger than Karim. He will be at least 55-60. His body is quite strong and muscular. He has a potbelly, pitch-black skin, bushy hair and a thick mustache. He is wearing a dirty shirt and dhoti. There is a foul stench coming out of his whole body.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim introduced us to the man.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Sir, I have been talking about him for so long. His name is Bhuban. I have received various help from him in various dangers. However, he lives in another area and does a Govt. Service.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Govt. Service?” I asked curiously.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yes, Sir. He is a Corporation Office sewer cleaner.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My God! That’s why his body smelled so rotten. I realized.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man had been staring at Menka for so long. As soon as Karim had finished speaking, the man looked at me and said, “Sir, I have heard about you from Karim before. But I could not believe it completely. Today, seeing you sitting right in front of my eyes, I became convinced. I have heard about gods before. But I never saw it with my own eyes. This is the first time I’ve seen a godlike person like you.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Seeing the dirty appearance of the man made us hate him. However, seeing how the man praised our generosity in one breath, our hearts melted. Seeing my wife’s face, she was very pleased with the man.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">This time Karim commented, “Bhuvan, your wish has been fulfilled. You wanted to meet Madam and visit her. I have obeyed your whim.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I know what you mean! You want me to leave now. So you can suck Madam’s tits and fuck her with pleasure. Don’t you?” Bhuvan said in a frustrated voice.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Don’t get me wrong, my friend. You help me in many ways. But if you are here, they will feel uncomfortable.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bhuvan turned to us and said, “But Sir, do you know one thing? If you want to help, you should do it selflessly. It is not right to be biased towards anyone in this matter.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I looked at him and said, “What do you mean?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He said, “Sir, even though I do govt. Job, I am personally very sad. My wife suffers from various diseases throughout the year. As a result, my sexual appetite is not quenched. After all, the fantasy of fucking a beautiful, educated and high-class woman like your wife is long overdue. Honestly, I am jealous of Karim’s good fortune today. If I, like Karim, could suck her boobs and screw her, my ever-cherished fantasy would be fulfilled.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">This time Menka shouted, “How is this possible? Am I a prostitute? Can anyone enjoy my body if they want?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Ma’am, when did I say that you are a prostitute? That is called a prostitute who offers her body to someone else for money. But you have only kindly allowed Karim to fuck you. From that point of view, I told you that. If you have a little mercy on me, then my cherished fantasy will be fulfilled.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She became hesitant. None of us in the room responded to Bhuban’s long speech. There was a pin drop of silence in the room. This time Bhuvan said, “OK. I won’t insist. However, I have a little request. Please, don’t force me to leave. I’ll sit and watch. I hope you will fulfill my whim!”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My conscience told me that it was not right to discourage the man again and again. I remembered Guruji’s self-sacrifice speech. I looked at Menka and said, “OK, you better agree to his proposal. Making someone happy is a virtue.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka laughed and said, “OK, Bhuvan ji, You sit there and watch. I have no problem.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bhuban got very excited and sat down. I also felt kinky in my mind. Again my wife is going to be naked in front of another stranger. There is no bed in Karim’s room. Just a crumpled carpet on the floor. We are somehow sitting on it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">At first, Karim hugged Menka and started romantically kissing her. His saliva was sticking all over her mouth. After kissing for a while, he took off the pallu of her sari. Her blouse-covered massive boobs were swaying to the rhythm of her breathing.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim began to open the hook of her blouse one by one. After removing all the hooks, he released the blouse from her body. From her white western-styled bra, huge boobs are visible with deep cleavage. As soon as Karim opened the bra’s hook, her two big melons jumped out and shook twice.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Seeing this scene, Bhuvan could not suppress his excitement. He exclaimed, “Oh my God! I have never seen such big and nice-shaped boobs, I swear.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Seeing her brown puffy, wide areolas and grapes like nipples in the middle of them, Bhuvan added, “Oh! What a nipple! Today my birth is worth it!”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka smiled and looked at Bhuvan. Meanwhile, Karim has started squeezing her boobs with his rough hands. After pressing for a while, the palm of his hand got wet in breast milk. He leaned down and inserted one of her nipples with a large portion of boobs into his hot mouth.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He sucked hard with soft biting and started drinking milk. Menka was moaning, gently holding his head in both hands. He was vigorously sucking one of her boobs and pressing the other. After a while, he switched his head to her other boob and started sucking in the same way.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The look in her eyes showed that she had become very sexually aroused.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a while, Karim untied her sari knot and loosened it from her body. Right now, she’s topless. She’s just wearing a petticoat. Karim took off her petticoat and panty also and made her stark naked.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bhuvan said, “Oh! What a figure! If Madam had joined the film industry, she would have been a top heroine. I can say this responsibly!” I thanked Bhuvan.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Meanwhile, Karim quickly took off his clothes, got naked and jumped on my wife. He laid her on his dirty carpet and laid himself on her. The naked bodies of the two were rubbing. Without a moment’s hesitation, he thrust his hard cock into my wife’s wet pussy with a single push.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka: Ouch, dhire kar nahi sakte ho? (Can’t you do it slowly?)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Karim ate her boobs like a hungry wolf and rammed her pussy with all his might. The beggar seems to have lost control of him after getting a chance to enjoy a luscious, high-class woman like Menka. He was brutally biting and sucking her boobs and ramming her pussy so that her ribs would be broken.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a few moments, the upper part of Menka was filled with red spots of the beggar’s bite marks. He continuously stroked Menka for fifteen minutes, then pressed his dick deep into her pussy. He was grunting heavily and pouring a lot of cum into Menka’s fertile womb.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">At that moment, she also had a heavy orgasm while moaning loudly. After their fucking session was over, they hugged and kissed each other. Menka was caressing Karim’s sweaty back affectionately.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Seeing such an erotic scene in front of my eyes, I also became very aroused. Pre-cum came out of my dick and soaked my underwear. At that time, we heard Bhuvan’s crying wet throat.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a very emotional voice, he said, “Madam, how can you be so cruel? At first, I thought you were very kind.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka kissed Karim on the lips and then asked Bhuvan, “Why? What happened?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You let my friend enjoy your beautiful body in front of me, and you just let me see that? Now I have to commit suicide if I don’t get a chance to enjoy your sexy body at least once now!”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, “What nonsense are you talking about? Suicide is a great sin.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Then you convince your wife to give me a chance to fuck her at least once.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I stared at her in bewilderment. Menka did not understand what to do.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">This time Karim mediated. He said, “Ma’am, can I say something? You better give the poor man a chance. After watching these scenes for so long, he has become very horny. Not to offer him your body at this moment means to show extreme cruelty!”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka looked at me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I added, “Baba is right. You give a little pleasure to Bhuvan ji. Otherwise, you will be cursed by God!”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka laughed and said to Bhuvan, “OK, Bhuvan ji! You can fuck me if you want. I have no problem.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">If someone looks at Bhuvan’s face at that time, he will think that Bhuvan has won a big lottery. Karim moved away from Menaka so that Bhuvan could get a chance to screw her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">First of all, Bhuvan took off his clothes and became completely naked. Oh my God! His penis size is huge! Exactly ten inches and very thick.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka: Oh no! Such a big thing won’t get inside me. I’m sorry!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Don’t be afraid, Madam! Girls’ vaginas are very stretchable.” Bhuvan finished his words and lay down on Menka. He kissed her face like crazy, sucking her lips and pressing her boobs. His hardened dick was rubbing on her lower abdomen.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bhuvan smooched Menka for ten minutes. Then he started sucking her tits vigorously with a lot of boob flesh in his hot mouth cavity.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bhuvan commented with joy, “Oh! Karim, you are right. Madam’s milk is really sweet and delicious. You have not been able to finish all the milk. Therefore, I am fortunate to drink this milk too.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He was constantly switching between her two boobs and sucking with a sound like a hungry baby. As a result of continuous boob sucking and mauling, she became very aroused. She was pressing Bhuvan’s head on her boobs and kissing him.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka’s cunt was already slippery. Bhuvan set his cock head on her pussy opening and gave a solid stroke.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Menka: Ouch! Mar gayi. (I’m dying,) Zara dhire ghusa nahi sakte ho? (Can’t push gently?)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Sorry, Madam! I have never had a sexy woman like you in my life! Therefore, I can’t control myself!”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After saying this, Bhuvan started sucking her lips, pressing her boobs and giving her solid strokes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bhuvan: “Saali raand, tujhe chod chodke pura dry kar dunga. (You bitch, I’ll fuck you and make you dry)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">A low-class guy was abusing my loving wife while fucking. Seeing this, I became very aroused. I saw Karim’s cock being hardened again. After ramming for ten minutes in this pose, he asked Menka to crawl on all fours. That means he wanted to screw her in the doggy style.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bhuvan sat on his knees and started fucking her from behind. After screwing her like this for twenty minutes continuously, he pushed his rod deep into her pussy and started cumming directly on the womb. At that moment, she met again with a heavy orgasm.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After pouring all the semen, Bhuvan sat down tired. They were both panting. After a short rest that day, we returned. Karim and Bhuvan thanked us many times. I also promised them that I would bring my hot wife to them from time to time. They could screw her as they wished as I enjoyed cuckolding my wife.</span></p><p><br /></p>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-41474389570339467122023-08-01T19:36:00.006-07:002023-08-01T19:36:00.160-07:00Wife Swap Sex On A Trip To Jaipur<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> This is a wife swap sex story of two childhood friends Ravi and Saurabh, and their wives Shruti and Ruchi, respectively. Ravi and Shruti live in Lucknow, whereas Saurabh and Ruchi live in Delhi. Ravi and Shruti have one child of two years, whereas Saurabh and Ruchi have none.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The story began when Ravi and Saurabh planned to visit Jaipur with their family. Ravi reached Delhi airport along with his family, where Saurabh was there with Ruchi to pick them. Let me describe the stats of Shruti and Ruchi.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti was fair in color with a height of 5ft 4 inches. She is a little bulky with a 38-32-36 figure. One could not take their eye away from her boobs and buttocks. Both were big but firm. Ruchi is a little dusky with a height of 5ft 5inch. Her stats are 34-32-34. She was tall and lean but looked sexy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Ravi reached Delhi, Saurabh hugged both Ravi and Shruti. Shruti was a bit uncomfortable. But she smiled and said hello to Saurabh. Saurabh then introduced his wife to Ravi and Shruti.</span></p><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ravi’s narration:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh was amazed to see Shruti. His eyes had stopped on her face and boobs. He also felt the softness of her boobs while hugging her. I ignored that, though it’s common in Delhi.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was the first time I had seen Ruchi. She was a bit dark but had a perfect figure. She had worn sleeveless kurta and jeans, which added to her appearance. She just said ‘Namaste,’ but I had extended my hand to say hello. She also extended her hand, and we had a handshake.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My god, I thought I had touched an electric wire. Her hand was soft, and the warmth of her hand was not letting me leave that. Meanwhile, Shruti came forward and hugged Ruchi, and greeted her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh said, “I have my car ready, so let’s don’t waste time here. Let’s rock on to Jaipur.” We put our luggage in the dicky. I sat on the front seat along with Saurabh, and both the ladies sat at the back. Saurabh was driving.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We left the airport area and started for NH8. Meanwhile, my son Ayansh started crying. Shruti tried cooling him, but Ayansh was in no mood to stop crying. Ruchi said, “It seems Aayansh is hungry.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti said, “But the problem is that Cerelac is in the luggage.” For that, we had to stop the car, which was impossible in the traffic of Gurgaon. Shruti was wearing Jeans and a T-shirt. She was a bit hesitant as she was not wearing a dupatta. She looked at me with a questionable face.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I signaled her to go ahead. I was like. It’s ok. It doesn’t matter. She got the confidence, pulled up her T-shirt along with the bra on the left side. Her left breast popped up. It was like vanilla ice cream with a cherry on top. I saw Saurabh’s eyes wide opened as he was peeking through the back mirror.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I patted him on his shoulder and signaled him to look in the front to avoid an accident. He laughed, and I also smiled. Shruti was feeding for around 10 minutes. Saurabh kept on peeping through the back mirror now and then. I ignored. This happened a couple of times, but I again ignored it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Finally, in the evening, we reached Jaipur and checked in to a three-star hotel. I, along with Shruti and Ayansh, checked in to room no 308. Saurabh and Ruchi checked in to room no 309, which was next to our room.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I retired on the bed, saying I was very tired and had no plan to visit anywhere today. We will have dinner in the room itself. Meanwhile, Shruti arranged the luggage in the room, took out our clothes on the bed, and asked me to take a bath.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, “I am holding Ayansh. You go and take a bath.” She said, ok. After 10 minutes, she came out wearing a sleeveless crop top and hot pants. She was looking damn hot. I kissed her and said, “You are going to kill today. Saurabh is already flat on you.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She blushed and said, “Anything.” I laughed and said, “You are like that, my Tajmahal.” She laughed and pushed me into the bathroom. While I was bathing, the doorbell rang. It was Saurabh. He was shocked to see Shruti in crop top and hot pants. He was frozen for a moment.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti broke the silence and asked him to come into the room. She said, “Your friend says he is so tired that he won’t go anywhere.” Saurabh came to his senses and said even he was tired. Hence he had come to talk about the drinks and dinner plan.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">His eyes were stuck on Shruti’s milky thighs. Shruti caught him looking at that, but she ignored it. Meanwhile, I came out and said, “Hey, Saurabh.” Saurabh asked, “What is the plan now? When and where to open the bottle?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, “Yaar, feeling tired. Let’s have a party in the room itself. You order the bar to bring whisky for all four of us.” I then corrected myself. “I hope Ruchi drinks.” Saurabh said, “She drinks but doesn’t have much capacity. What about Shruti?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, “Same here. In one or two pegs, she is down.” We all laughed. Then I asked, “Where have you left Ruchi?” He said. “She is in the room, taking a shower.” I jokingly said, “See, in a new city, you have left her alone. Someone might kidnap her.” We all burst into laughter.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh called the bar and ordered eight large pegs of whiskey. In the meantime, we again heard the doorbell. This time it was Ruchi. She was wearing a sleeveless one-piece till knee. She was looking damn hot, and her toned legs were like choco bar ice stick.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ruchi and Shruti sat on the bed and started playing with Aayansh and talking to each other. Saurabh and I were talking about our good old days and other friends. In between, we were not leaving any opportunity to glance and flirt with each other’s wives. They were also enjoying themselves.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I asked Shruti to feed Ayansh with Cerelac. Ruchi helped her, and both of them fed Ayansh. Meanwhile, the doorbell rang, and the waiter came with whiskey. He put the tray on the table got our sign on the bill. He asked us whether to serve, on which we said thanks, we would serve ourselves. He then went.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ayansh, after eating, was sleepy. Shruti got engaged in getting him to sleep. Ruchi came and sat beside me. We three got into a discussion regarding their baby. Ruchi was seemingly upset. She said, “Saurabh is not keen on having a baby.” Meanwhile, Ayansh slept.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti also joined us in the discussion. She was sitting closer to Saurabh. Saurabh looked a bit upset as everyone was charging at him. So I changed the topic and said stop these discussions and enjoy the whiskey to our friendship.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Pegs were ready, and all of us said cheers.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We were talking, cracking jokes, laughing, and having fun. At times I was siding with Ruchi in pulling legs of Saurabh. When he was reacting, we were giving hi-fives. We were discussing various topics. Women were talking freely now. Pegs were showing the effect.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Two pegs were down, and women were a bit drunk. Their voice was trembling, and they were laughing at everything. They had become bold and careless. Ruchi was sitting on the bed so that her one-piece was above her thigh. We had a glimpse of her brown panty.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was not letting any chance to see her and touch her. Similarly, Saurabh was ogling Shruti and occasionally touching her thighs in the pretext of some stupid works. We were now out of whisky. Saurabh said, “ Bro, nothing has happened with these two pegs.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I also said, “Yes, we need more.” The women said they had enough now. But we said we all would drink till we all are out. I called the bar and ordered more drinks, and I also ordered dinner. Meanwhile, the discussion moved towards one of our common friends’ married life.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh said they didn’t have a good sex life. This moved our discussion to the hottest topic, sex. Since women were two pegs down, they also started discussing openly without any inhibition. I jokingly asked Ruchi what their sex frequency</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She said it is only two-three times a week. I joked, “Saurabh, you have Bipasha Basu with you, and you do it only twice a week.” He annoyingly said, “As if you don’t leave Shruti for a single moment.” We laughed at that.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ruchi then asked how many times you guys have sex in a week, on which I said 4 or 5 times. Shruti jumped into that and said, “Lie, lie, lie. Only twice or thrice.” But then Shruti said, which I had never imagined.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She said, “But he is amazing on the bed. He does everything which is shown in porn and stands for around ten minutes.” Saurabh surprisingly looked at me. Ruchi instantly said, “Wow, you lucky girl! Saurabh is also good at sex. His penis is also big and thick.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh and I were looking at each other with blank faces. What were these women talking about? But we were enjoying that. We knew with two pegs, and the women were in full mood.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Suddenly the doorbell rang. The waiter was there with more whiskey and dinner. He put that on the table, took our used plates and got our signature on the bill, and left. Saurabh arranged the dinner, and I made the pegs and offered the glass to everyone.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We continued our sex talks and, at the same time, started our third peg along with dinner. Women were now completely drunk. They were not even able to complete their food. Shruti was sitting beside Saurabh, and Ruchi was sitting in front of me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Suddenly Saurabh said to Shruti, “You are not eating anything. Take this paneer,” and he took one paneer to offer. Shruti, instead of taking the paneer, opened her mouth. Saurabh happily put that paneer in her mouth. Ruchi and I were a bit jealous, but we smiled.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I took her whiskey glass and offered her, which she took from my hand and gulped all whiskey in one go. She was completely out then and was about to fall from the bed. But I stood and caught her arms. She said, “Sorry I can’t stand, please get my hands washed.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was holding her. Meanwhile, Saurabh came and took her to the bathroom to get her hands and mouth cleaned. Shruti also was out, but she tried to stand. She told me that she was also done, but she couldn’t stand properly. I held her and got her hands and mouth cleaned.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ruchi, meanwhile, lay down on our bed and said, great party, enjoyed a lot, and slept. Shruti also lay on the bed and feeling sleepy, but still, she was trying to talk with us. Saurabh and I started our pegs again. Shruti started taking a nap in a sitting pose.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh and I started our next peg. We were talking regular stuff, suddenly Ayansh started crying. I went to bed and tried pacifying him by tapping him, but he didn’t stop. Shruti, while sleeping, only took him in her lap, pulled her top up, and started feeding him.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I came back in my chair and saw Saurabh was continuously looking at her. He said that babies do trouble a lot, and that’s why he doesn’t want to have one so soon. I said it’s nothing like that. And we started our pegs and discussion on babies.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Meanwhile, Ayansh had his share of milk. He slipped to his previous position on the bed. Shruti was drunk and sleeping, so she couldn’t cover her breast. Her breast was huge. It was milky white with green veins visible. Her nipple was big and hard. Both I and Saurabh couldn’t take our eyes away from the scene.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After few minutes, I told Saurabh, “Bhai, finish your drink, enough of sightseeing.” He smiled and gulped his peg in one go and then again started looking at the boobs. Whiskey had made effects on him also. Whiskey mixed with boobs show has taken him to trance.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He had lost his mind about what was wrong or right. He kept on looking at the breast. I said, “How much would you see? Haven’t you seen any breasts before?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He then came to his senses and said, “Sorry, bhai. I have seen so many breasts but don’t know why I cannot concentrate anywhere else. Shruti’s boob is amazing. I am not able to take my eyes off.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a bit of angry mode, I said, “Just nearby is Ruchi. Go and see her boobs.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh: Bhai, she doesn’t have such big and milky white boobs.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Me: I don’t agree. She seems to have fairly big boobs also, and it looks firm.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh: Nah, she has smaller boobs in comparison to Shruti. Yes, her boobs are firm and tight.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Meanwhile, Ruchi changed her position, and her one-piece came up. Now her panty was completely visible. She had a nice round and firm bums, and I was now glued to that.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Me: Ruchi has nice toned legs and round and firm bums. You lucky chap.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh smiled and said, “So you also have a sight to see? Hahaha. She has nice pair of legs, and she loves exposing them. That’s why she has worn one piece of knee size.” I said, “Hahaha. True Yaar, it’s amazing.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now we were openly talking about each other’s wife’s bodies. We had started enjoying that due to the whiskey effect.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh: Bhai, can I say something? I hope you won’t be angry.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, “What?” He said, “First, you promise me that you won’t be angry.” I said, “Ok, I won’t be angry, now tell me.” He said, “Shruti’s boob is amazing. I want to have a good look and feel of it.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was shocked. I said, “What are you saying?” He said, “Yaar, I am not able to control myself. I want to touch it, feel it. Please let me hold her once.” I was a bit hesitant for Shruti, but Ruchi’s legs were irresistible for me. I didn’t say anything.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I went near Ruchi and said, “I also want to see and feel Ruchi’s boobs. You pull them out and then can feel Shruti’s.” Saurabh smiled and said I knew where you were focused, you bastard.” I smiled and said, “And what about you? You have been eyeing Shruti since morning. You pervert.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh said, “You mother fucker,” and then he did the unexpected. He went near Shruti and put his hand on her popping boob. Then he climbed the bed and came near to Ruchi and kissed her. Ruchi was in a deep sleep, so she didn’t respond.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">But Saurabh was in problem. He was not able to pull out Ruchi’s boobs. He said, “Yaar, it’s not coming out. You enjoy with some glimpse of it.” I said, “Ok, Shruti is feeling cold in AC. I am getting her covered.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He was irritated but again tried pulling out the boobs but remained unsuccessful. He looked at me with a questionable face, but I signaled him that nothing less than her boobs. With not getting any success, he again did the unexpected. He took her top out.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ruchi moved, but due to the whiskey effect, she could not wake up. Now she was in her bra and panty – firm boobs in black color bra, flat stomach, glowing skin, brown panty, and toned legs. I couldn’t control myself. My eyes were popping out, and my penis was trying to tear my shorts apart.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He said, “You bugger, now happy?” I signaled no and pointed towards her bra. He abused me loudly and then opened her bra and asked, “Happy?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I jumped on the bed above Ruchi, sat on my knees (Ruchi was in between us), kissed Saurabh, and said, “Love you, yaar.” He laughed, said, “I don’t want this, I want that,” and pointed towards Shruti’s boob. I said, “Go fulfill your dream.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh went closer to the boob and kept watching that for a while as if counting the veins. Then he put his hand on that and started caressing. In sleeping condition, Shruti tried to pull her hand away, but he was adamant. Finally, Shruti lay properly and stopped opposing.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He then caught her top and pulled it up. Her second boob also came out. He pulled the top completely and made her topless. Now he was mad, two milky white boobs full of milk and long protruding nipples. The show was enough to make anyone mad, and so was Saurabh.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He forgot I was there. He put his mouth on his left nipple and started sucking. While sucking, he was playing with the right boob. Meanwhile, I was engaged with Ruchi. I was crushing her 34 size firm boobs. I was all over her. I was kissing her. I was licking her. I was caressing her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I saw Saurabh sucking Shruti’s boobs, I also started sucking Ruchi’s boobs. That was tasty. But my mind was continuously going towards her bum and legs. I could not hold myself longer. Without waiting for Saurabh’s approval, I removed the panty of Ruchi and threw that away.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now she was all nude. Her cunt was hairless, as if she had got her vagina properly waxed. Later I came to know that she had gone for a full-body chocolate wax.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I saw Saurabh. He was still busy sucking Shruti’s boobs and playing with nipples. Shruti was sleeping, but various sounds were coming from her mouth. I then put my nose into Ruchi’s cunt and sniffed that. My god, what madness. It was a mix of pungent and some soap’s fragrance. It was driving me crazy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I now put my mouth on it and started kissing and licking. Ruchi shivered but didn’t open her eye. She made some sounds that attracted Saurabh’s attention towards us. He saw me licking her wife’s cunt. He was shocked.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then he also pulled the hot pant of my wife along with panty and had a look at Shruti’s cunt. He lost himself in Shruti’s pussy. Shruti had shaved a few days back, and hence she had a bit of hair on it. Her regular parlor at Lucknow doesn’t offer V area wax, so she used to shave only.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti was moaning with Saurabh’s tongue movement. Here I had turned Ruchi. Now I could have a view of her ass. I started kissing and biting her thighs and bums. It was a heavenly feeling. Ruchi was also responding to the bites, but her eyes were still closed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Meanwhile, I started licking her asshole. I was taking my tongue from her asshole to the lower vagina, and with every movement, her bums were bouncing. Once I thought she was awake, but she lay still when I stopped for a moment.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Meanwhile, Saurabh had thrown away his clothes and had become nude. He had 7 inches penis and was quite thick also. I remembered Ruchi talking about Saurabh’s long and thick penis and said to myself that she was right. Saurabh again fixed himself to Shruti’s boobs, licking and sucking one by one.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">All of a sudden, he positioned his penis on Shruti’s pussy and pushed it. It went deep. Shruti moaned in pain. I thought she was awake now, and she would create a scene. But she kept her eyes closed. Saurabh started pushing his penis in and out.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Here, I saw Ruchi was trying to turn. I let her turn completely. I again started caressing and sucking her boobs. I also threw away my shorts and became nude. My penis was six inches long and thick but not as thick as Saurabh’s.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I put my penis in the hands of Ruchi and found that her hands were encircling my penis but not properly. It was hard enough like a rocket and had started hurting because of a long erection. I took my shaft from her hand, positioned at her cunt opening, and pushed it in.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I again felt shivering in Ruchi, but she was still sleeping. The fucking has started. Cunt was completely wet, and the penis went in and out with a ‘fuch fuch’ sound.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Meanwhile, Saurabh was fucking Shruti vigorously. He has increased his pace, and I thought he would discharge anytime from now. After a couple of minutes, he was discharged and lay on Shruti with his face on her boobs. I saw Shruti’s hands were also on the back of Saurabh, but her moaning had stopped.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Meanwhile, my fucking was on. Ruchi started moaning. With each thrust, her moaning was increasing. Her hands were moving up, and she held me tightly. I understood that she was near to her orgasm. I increased my pace. My hands were crushing her boobs, and my penis had become an express train.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Suddenly her hands started putting more pressure on me, and her moaning increased. With a shudder, she fell. Her grip loosened, and her hands fell on the bed again. She had an orgasm. I kept on fucking. Saurabh was watching all this. He asked, “Saale will you keep on fucking till morning?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I smiled but kept on fucking. After few minutes, I felt Ruchi has again started moaning, and her body had tightened. I was also nearing my point. My pace increased, I put a hell of a lot of pressure on her boobs. She started moaning in pain and pleasure.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I felt my veins boiling up. And with force, I ejaculated. I felt she also ejaculated with the flow of my semen. I fell on her and remained in that position for five minutes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I stood up, I saw Saurabh was ready with another glass of whiskey for both of us. He hugged me and said it was amazing. I said, “It was unforgettable.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We then decided to let them sleep nude, and we two should sleep in another room as the bed couldn’t accommodate all four of us.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Scene 1:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The next morning Shruti woke up with the crying of Ayansh. She tried breastfeeding him, but Ayansh kept on crying. She felt that both her breasts were empty.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Meanwhile, Ruchi also got up and said, “Good morning. What happened? Why is he crying so much?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“He is hungry, and my breasts are empty. It looks like Ayansh had been feeding the whole night.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Ayansh or some else?” teased Ruchi.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Shut up,” said Shruti, “Get up and help me in making Cerelac for him.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ruchi rose to help but felt something unusual between her legs. She was without panty, and there was a bit of burning sensation in her vagina. Ruchi informed Shruti. Shruti also checked and found that she, too, is without panty.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Hey, how is that possible? How come we both are without panties?” asked Shruti.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Hey, can I tell you something if you won’t laugh?” asked Ruchi.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti – What?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ruchi – I had a dream last night that I was having sex and came twice during it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti – Hey, I also felt that Ayansh is continuously sucking my boobs one after another, and my boobs are empty. I also felt that I had been penetrated. It seems something strange has happened while we’re drunk and sleeping.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ruchi – Check your boobs. Are there any marks on it?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti pulled up her top and took out her boobs, and started checking. Ruchi also came near to check. Shruti’s boobs had marks on them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti – What kind of marks are these?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ruchi – They are love bites, dear. These have not been given by Ayansh.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti – What do you mean?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ruchi – It means someone was more hungry than Ayansh.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti – Shut up. What about you, do you also have any marks on your body?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I think I also have marks,” said Ruchi and pulled up her dress and asked Shruti to check. Ruchi’s thighs and bums were full of marks. “Seems someone was very hungry in your case also,” said Shruti jokingly. Both laughed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Looks like the boys had serious fun with us last night. Hey, wait, you said yesterday that Ravi could hold for a long time,” asked Ruchi.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti – Yes, Ravi normally stands for more than 10 minutes, but why are you asking it now.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh hardly stands for 4-5 minutes. I usually come only once with him. But I came twice yesterday which means, I was fucked by Ravi. Also, Saurabh had an eye on your boobs. I am sure he is the one who emptied your boobs and would have fucked you also.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti looked confused and surprised. “How is it possible, yaar? How could they swap us? Didn’t they feel any shame?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Shame, huh, rather they had enjoyed us. Bastards, they took advantage of our drunk situation,” shouted Ruchi.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti was numb. She didn’t know what to say and how to react. She was hurt, but at the same time, she felt her vagina was reacting to the thought of Saurabh working on her boobs and emptying them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She had noticed Saurabh ogling her boobs yesterday and had enjoyed that. She had teased him also with ample cleavage.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Shruti, Shruti,” called Ruchi,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti came to her senses.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ruchi – Don’t you have anything to say. Aren’t you feeling bad?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti – Oh yes, what they did is a crime. But Saurabh’s act of emptying my boobs is not going out of my mind, and I am wet down there with the thought. I am feeling embarrassed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ruchi laughed at this innocence of Shruti and said It was Saurabh’s one of the fantasies to suck the milk of a woman from her boobs.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti – O, I see.. and he fulfilled that with me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yes my, dear, You have got such a nice pair of boobs that no one can resist,” said Ruchi smilingly,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti – And you have got sexy legs. I saw you showing them to the boys yesterday. Ravi is an animal. How would he leave such sexy prey without eating?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Indeed, he is an animal,” said Ruchi. Both the ladies laughed at that.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“So what now?” asked Shruti.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ruchi – Why should boys have all the fun? Now it’s our turn. Let’s play with them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Won’t be it a sin?” asked Shruti.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“No way,” screamed Ruchi. “We are not cheating anyone. Nothing is being done against their wish. So chill and enjoy, let’s have fun. I am not saying that we would have open sex as revenge but let’s tease them and see what happens next.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Ok, that looks fine.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Scene 2: From Ravi’s point of view</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We woke up with the sound of a call bell. Saurabh opened the door to find Ruchi there. “Good morning guys,” she wished, “Come on, you guys, freshen up. We have to go sightseeing today.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After around an hour, we were ready and assembled in my room. Shruti has worn a low-neck sleeveless top and Capri, whereas Ruchi has once again worn a sleeveless one-piece dress above knees. It seems she knew her legs were her asset and used that.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Till now, there hasn’t been any discussion about last night. Our hearts were beating fast, but ladies were surprisingly bold and outspoken. They were continuously giggling and using lots of double-meaning words. We were confused, but still, we went to see Jantar Mantar and City Palace.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh couldn’t resist eyeing Shruti. He was trying his best to be around Shruti. He had Ayansh in his lap while sightseeing to remain close to Shruti. Shruti was also responding to him. She was very much comfortable with him. She was constantly talking and laughing with him.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">This gave me the chance to spend time with Ruchi and feel her sexy legs and thighs. Soon she became frank and careless, displaying her legs more than I thought of. I wanted to remove her dress and eat her legs, thighs and pussy right there. But I controlled just with occasional touch during sightseeing.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After about an hour or two looked for Saurabh and Shruti. Ruchi said she had seen them going to the first floor towards the gallery. We moved upstairs, towards the gallery where a surprise was waiting for us. Saurabh and Shruti were sitting on a sofa, and Shruti was breastfeeding Aayansh.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh was sitting close to her, and they were laughing about something. Her top was up due to breastfeeding, exposing her stomach and left boob. Only the nipple was in the mouth of Ayansh, and the rest was fully exposed. Surprisingly Shruti was not at all bothered about this. She was just laughing and talking.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When we reached there, Ayansh stopped feeding and turned around. This exposed even her nipples which were hard and shining. She tried persuading Ayansh for more. But perhaps Ayansh’s stomach was full, so he was not interested.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I heard Saurabh saying, “He won’t feed now. He will play with his uncle.” He took Ayansh from Shruti. During the process, he touched and pressed her bare boob. Shruti just smiled and then covered her boob.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was in shock at her boldness. She was enjoying exposing her boobs to Saurabh.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Day went like this only. Boob show, legs show and accidental touches. But by the time we came back to our hotel, we all were frank and comfortable with each other.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Scene 3</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Back in our hotel, we freshened up and assembled in our room. I ordered a whisky bottle, snacks and other things. The ladies were looking hot. Shruti was wearing hot pants and a sleeveless top. Ruchi had a mini skirt and spaghetti.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Both the ladies were sitting on the bed along with Aayansh. Ayansh had his Cerelac and was about to sleep. Ladies were trying to make him sleep.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh and I were sitting on chairs. I said, “It seems you ladies have planned to kill us today.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“How come?” Asked the ladies.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Me – With your looks.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh – Why do we need whiskey when we have two sexy ladies here?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We all laughed and continued talking and flirting. The waiter came with a whiskey bottle, icebox, soda and glasses. Saurabh made the pegs and gave us. Ladies were slow today. Saurabh and I finished our pegs and went for another one.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I asked, What happened? Why are you two so slow today?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti said, “We don’t want to sleep like yesterday and miss the fun.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I asked, “What fun?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti – Which you guys had yesterday.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ruchi immediately tried to cover.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ruchi – She means to say we slept early na so we couldn’t continue with you guys and missed the company.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was getting a feeling that these ladies know what happened last night. That’s why they have been behaving strangely since morning. What was more surprising was that they had not created a scene. Rather Shruti is enjoying with Saurabh and Ruchi with me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It means they are somewhat ready for the swap again. We only needed to push it. But since they have not talked to us openly, an open discussion could backfire. I made a plan.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Hey, let’s play spin the bottle with dare acts.” All agreed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The game started, but the acts were more of singing and dancing. After half an hour, I said – Aren’t you guys bored with this regular stuff? Let’s take it to the next level.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What next level?” asked Ruchi.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, “What about adding an x-factor?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You mean x from xxx?” asked Saurabh. I said, “Yes if all agree.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What is that?” asked Shruti. Saurabh said, “Act like kissing, lap dancing and a bit of stripping.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Stripping?” asked Shruti surprisingly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Not fully,” said Saurabh, but up to your comfort level. The ladies were a bit hesitant. So I insisted – “O come on, don’t behave like behan ji, I said, That would be fun.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Ok,” said Ruchi, “Let’s play. But we won’t do anything we are not comfortable with.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Meanwhile, we prepared another peg for everyone. The game started again. This time it was my turn, and it pointed to Ruchi. I asked her to give a lap dance to both the boys. She agreed. We played the music, and she started to dance seductively.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She first went to Saurabh, held his head, and sat on his lap, dancing like a pro. Shruti and I were hooting and shouting, “Ye Ruchi, come on.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh held her waist closer to him and kissed her lips, but Ruchi moved out. We cheered. She then moved towards me, held my shoulders, and sat on my lap. My penis was fully erect, and I am sure Ruchi must have felt it. I tried holding her, but she moved away. Everyone praised her for her performance.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Next round. This time Ruchi had to give a task to Saurabh. She asked him to remove his t-shirt and remain like that, which he happily did. We all shouted and cheered for him. Now Saurabh was sitting in his shorts, and this act has opened the way for stripping.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Next, it was Saurabh who won, and it pointed to Shruti. He also asked her to remove her top. “No way,” said Shruti. “You are breaking the rule,” said Ruchi, “Saurabh did this. You also do that. Everybody has seen what is there inside, so not to worry.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Shut up,” said Shruti and slapped Ruchi on her arms playfully. Shruti saw me helplessly, I nodded in affirmation, and she removed her top.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Wow,” everyone shouted at the same time. Shruti was looking damn hot in a bra. Her big milky white boobs were eager to come out. Ample cleavage was added to the hotness. Saurabh’s eyes were popping out.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Next was again Shruti. Saurabh was all smiling. She thought Saurabh would ask her to remove her bra also. But Saurabh said, “Cool down, I am not asking you to remove anything. You need to give a lip kiss to both the boys.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti shouted, “No,” but Ruchi and Saurabh went after her. They started cheering. I also joined them. Looking at this Shruti, stood and gave a kiss on my lips. I held her and started smooching her. She tried to come out, but I held her tightly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh and Ruchi were hooting loudly. After a minute, I left Shruti. She was embarrassed and gave me a playful slap. She then moved to Saurabh. We started cheering her. She bent down, held Saurabh’s head, and kissed him on his lips.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">But instead of just giving a peck, she smooched him. We all cheered for them. Shruti left him, moved to her place and emptied her glass in one go.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I prepared another round for all of us. Ladies were over with their second peg, but surprisingly, none was sleepy. But the whiskey was showing its effect. Ladies were bolder and enjoying the acts.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the next few rounds Saurabh, I and Ruchi also became topless. The ambiance was very hot by now. Ladies were comfortable sitting in front of us in just a bra. Just then, I won, and Saurabh lost. Ladies shouted for some special act</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I asked him to request the ladies to give you her panty or else get slapped by them on your bare ass. Ladies shouted in excitement, and they laughed,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh gave me a killing look and then went to Shruti and pleaded with her with folded hands to give him her panty. She denied. Saurabh was left with no choice but to lower his pant to get slapped. Shruti slapped him hard.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Ouch,” cried Saurabh. “Oh, sorry,” said Shruti and then she caressed his ass to soothe him.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh said, “If this is the reward, I would like to get more slaps.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh then went to Ruchi and asked her for the panty. She said, “I could have given you, but I am wearing a mini skirt. If I give you my panty, it will expose my everything.” Saurabh then again lowered his pant to expose his ass. Ruchi slapped him but playfully.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the next round, I again won, and this time Ruchi had lost. I asked her to remove her skirt, which she removed without any resistance. My god, what a sexy body she has – toned legs, flat belly with tight boobs. I wanted to fuck her right away but had to control for a better moment.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When we were going for the next round, Ayansh started crying. Shruti took him for feeding. She pulled up her bra and took out her left boob. The nipple was hard, and the boob was swollen, which may be due to sexual feeling or excitement.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh’s eyes were glued to that. Ruchi said, “Wow, that looks sexy,” pointing to her bare boob. Shruti blushed. Ayansh started feeding. I announced it was time for the next round and prepared another peg for everyone. Ladies were three down, and we were four.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ayansh slept again, and we were again ready for the game. This time Shruti won, and I lost. Shruti immediately asked me to remove my shorts, which I removed. Now Ruchi and I were in our undies only. My penis was hard, and that could be seen from my underwear.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ladies started giggling. Ruchi teased me. Something is super exciting. All laughed. Ruchi again won the next round, but this time Saurabh lost. He was also asked to remove her pant. He removed his pant, and his thick dick could be easily felt from the bulge appearing on his pant.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Next, Saurabh won, and Ruchi lost. Saurabh asked her to smooch him and me for one minute sitting in our lap. Shruti exclaimed loudly. Ruchi stood and first went to Saurabh. Sat in his lap seductively and started kissing him. Saurabh was also super excited by then.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He held Ruchi by her waist, and both of them got engaged in kissing. While kissing, Saurabh’s hands moved in Ruchi’s panty, lowered it and cupped her bums. Ruchi’s bums were exposed. Saurabh was pressing them very hard. I thought now it was time for the real show.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh and Ruchi remained for around two-three minutes and then separated. Ruchi adjusted her panty.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shruti shouted – Wow yaar, what was that? Amazing, that was damn hot. Ruchi blushed a bit and then wanted to sit back to her place when Shruti reminded her that she had to smooch me also.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ruchi then came to me, sat in my lap, and started smooching me. I held her tight and started caressing her back. Shruti and Saurabh were, as usual, cheering and shouting. I also cupped her bums and started pressing.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Time is over,” shouted Shruti. Ruchi left me and went back to her place. “You are an amazing kisser,” Shruti said. Ruchi blushed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Next, Ruchi won, and Shruti lost. She straightway asked her to remove her hot pant. Now Shruti was also sitting in bra and panty only. Next, Saurabh won, and Shruti lost. “It’s time for the payback, dear,” exclaimed Saurabh. Ruchi and I laughed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh asked Shruti to remove her bra or get her bare ass slapped by all three. Shruti was three and a half peg down. She gulped her remaining peg, said ok and removed her bra. Every one of us shouted in excitement.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her big and milky white boobs with erect nipples and green veins were too hot for us, but she was cool. She asked us to prepare another glass which I did for everyone.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The nudity has just started. Hormones were on fire. Shruti looked so hot that even I forgot about Ruchi and wanted to suck those melons and fuck her right there.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The next round started, again Saurabh won, but this time I lost. He asked me to go and plead with Shruti to let you suck her tits. I went to Shruti and asked her, but she was in a playing mood. She said no. I then asked Saurabh what if she did not agree.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He said, then I have to remove my underpants and dance for us. Ladies started laughing at that. I again pleaded with Shruti. This time she agreed. I started sucking her tits. She started moaning and held my head tightly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Time is over,” said Saurabh. I moved away. “Wow, you are a good sucker,” said Ruchi. I smiled. I said the time for the next peg. I prepared another round of pegs. We were staggering, but the sexual excitement was not letting us go down.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The next round was won by Shruti and lost by Ruchi. Shruti asked her to remove her bra. Ruchi removed her bra. The next round was again won by Shruti and again lost by Ruchi.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Ruchi, you were praising Ravi for his sucking skill, now go and feel how he sucks.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ruchi hesitated a bit, but everyone cheered. She came and sat in my lap with legs apart. I started sucking her tits. Ruchi started moaning loudly. I put my hands in her panty and started squeezing her bums.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">This was more than enough for Saurabh. He stood and started smooching Shruti. Shruti also responded. While smooching, Saurabh started pressing her boobs. Shruti started moaning.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Here, I pulled down the panty of Ruchi. She was stark naked now. She pulled my head up and started kissing me. After an intense smooch for about two minutes, she removed my underpants and caught hold of my penis. It was hard as a rod. She started stroking it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I pulled her up a bit and put my finger in her vagina. She shouted and held me tightly. I kept on finger fucking her. She lost her patience, took my finger out, positioned her vagina over my penis, and started fucking me. My penis was going in and out with a ‘fatch-fatch’ sound.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">There, Saurabh was sucking the boobs of Shruti. He was drinking the milk. He emptied the left boob and then moved to the right one. But Shruti stopped him, saying, “Leave the milk this side for the baby.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saurabh then removed the pant and panty of Shruti and went on his knees to taste her juicy pussy. He kissed it and started sucking and licking. Shruti went mad. She lied down on the bed, and Saurabh continued eating her pussy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Here Ruchi had increased her speed. Her nails were piercing my back, and she was nearing her orgasm. She held me tightly and screamed and fell on me. We remained in that condition for a couple of minutes. Then I put her on the bed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her pussy was full of juices. I wiped that and then started sucking it. In a few minutes, she got charged again and started moaning. Then I turned her and started kneading and eating her bums. She went mad with that and started shivering and moaning.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I pulled her up, inserted my dick in her pussy from behind, and rammed her. I was slapping her ass and going very fast. Suddenly I heard Shruti screaming. Saurabh had put his monster in Shruti’s pussy and was fucking vigorously. Shruti was moaning loudly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a few minutes, Shruti declared that she was coming. She held Saurabh tightly and came. Saurabh kept on fucking for a couple of more minutes, and then he also cum with a loud moan. He fell on her, and they lied there hugging each other.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Here, my speed had increased, and Ruchi was also moaning loudly. She declared she was coming and then jerked herself. She came, and so did I. Her pussy filled with my semen.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We also lay on the bed, holding each other. We slept like that, only on the same bed.</span></p><p><br /></p>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-21229222413951477242023-08-01T19:26:00.002-07:002023-08-01T19:26:00.148-07:00Unusual Swapping Relationship Leads To Pregnancy<div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My name is Ethan, and my wife, Harper, and I met in our junior year at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. We dated until graduation and then got married when we moved to Omaha to start our careers. I majored in finance and advanced quickly in a multinational conglomerate, and Harper had a good career with a biotech company, until three years later when we started a family with our daughter, Megan. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We started out in an apartment in Omaha, but by three years after our daughter was born, we had saved enough to purchase a home in a middle-class suburb. It was a new subdivision, and the four other homeowners in our cul-de-sac were close to our age of twenty-eight, and all except one couple had young kids at that time. We’ve been living in our home for two years now, and this story starts about the time we moved in. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Harper and I are sociable and enjoyed participating in neighborhood barbeques and other activities, including evenings out, where we often shared babysitters while some or all of us couples went out for dinner, dancing, and drinking. The mothers who were breastfeeding pumped and stored breastmilk so they could drink alcohol with the rest of us. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">All the wives are pretty, but the husbands were especially attracted to Harper and our next-door neighbor’s wife, Claire. Harper is five feet and four inches tall, weighed one hundred and twenty-eight pounds, and with her strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes, she looks a lot like the actress, Amy Adams, except with somewhat larger 32C breasts.</span></p><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a name='more'></a></span></span><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">As much as I love my wife and enjoy our active sex life, I was very attracted to Claire. They didn’t have kids yet, and she is petite at five feet and two inches tall, and at the time weighed about one hundred and twenty pounds. She has brown hair and eyes, and looks a lot like the actress, Jennifer Love Hewitt. She’s pretty, but I was most attracted to her 34DD, melon-sized breasts, that are full and wide-rooted. She also wears revealing tops and tight yoga pants and leggings that display her long, thick, bulging camel toe.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claire’s husband, Oliver, seemed to be overly attracted to Harper like I was to his wife. That might have been partially due to the differences in our wives’ hair color, eye color, and skin tone, and him having a thing for strawberry blondes with blue eyes but also because our wives were more social and outgoing than the other wives and were receptive to flirting from other men. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I think Harper was more attracted to Oliver than the other men too, and after several months of socializing with our new neighbors, it became apparent that I was focusing most of my attention on Claire, and Oliver was doing the same with Harper. And although we continued the neighborhood activities with everyone, Harper and I started going out to dinner and dancing more with just Claire and Oliver. We danced with one another’s spouses, and at first, there weren’t any overt displays of affection like kissing or rubbing the wives’ asses and tits. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Over the next few months, we evolved to closer hugging and kissing, and I guided Claire and I away from Harper and Oliver on the dance floor, just as he was doing with my wife so it would be harder to observe one another. I loved having Claire in my arms with her big breasts pressed against my chest, and our long, tongue-probing kisses were becoming more passionate all the time. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Claire didn’t object to me slightly rubbing her ass, I continued until sometimes I was pulling her against me by gripping both ass cheeks with my hands. Then I began rubbing the sides of her melon-sized breasts, as she pulled me hard against her to feel my soft cock pressed against her stomach. We were becoming closer emotionally too, and I was developing strong feelings for her. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was blessed with a big cock which has always kept Harper happy in bed. It’s uncircumcised, very thick, covered with bulging veins, and over six inches long on soft. On hard, it’s almost ten inches long and even thicker, and I have lemon-sized, low-hanging balls. But I was usually able to control myself and not let it get hard while dancing with Claire. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ironically, it was about that time they announced that Claire was pregnant with their first child, and although that ended her drinking alcoholic beverages, it surprisingly didn’t end our budding infatuation and intimacy on the dance floor. I was hoping to have sex with Claire one day, and I was excited about her being pregnant. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I enjoyed it when Harper was pregnant when, in addition to having a wetter pussy due to increased vaginal discharge, I loved sucking her swelling tits and eating her out while looking up at and rubbing her growing belly. There was something so taboo and exciting about eating out a woman with a baby in her belly. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claire’s belly was starting to show in her fourth month, and I lost control dancing one night when we were far out of sight of our spouses. I was weighing one of Claire’s even more pendulous breasts in my hand while rubbing far down and under her ass with the other within an inch or two of her pussy. She was squeezing my ass and pulling me against her when my cock got hard, and she whispered, “My goodness, Ethan, is that thing for real, or do you have one of those three-cell Maglites in your pants?” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I knew that three-cell Maglites are about twelve inches long and the two-cell versions are approximately ten inches long, and my cock is even thicker than the shafts. So, I replied, “Oh shit, sorry, Claire, it’s so hard to stay in control with you in my arms like this. But no, it’s more like a two-cell Maglite but a little thicker, and I’d love to share it with you.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She said, “I’d love that too, Ethan, but I’m not sure how that could happen. Have you gotten any vibes from Harper indicating that she might be considering us fully swapping as couples since we’ve been swapping for dancing and kissing so much? Oliver has shared with me that he’d like to fuck Harper and get into her sweet, red-haired pussy, but she hasn’t been as receptive to him as I’ve been with you. Maybe you should feel her out a little to see if she’s even thought about it. Oliver has a nice cock too but not quite as big as yours, and she must have been feeling it when they’re dancing.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, “I know we’ve gotten close, but I had no idea that you might be considering swapping. That’s going to drive me crazy now with the thought I could have you if only Harper wanted Oliver.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claire rubbed her stomach against my throbbingly hard cock again, and said, “I would prefer to do this with an agreement for all of us to swap, but I hope it doesn’t make you think less of me to hear that I was very active sexually before meeting Oliver, and I would cheat if needed to get a taste of that big thing you’ve got between your legs.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Harper and I were still inebriated when we got home that night. After we got into bed I hugged and kissed her and even though I hadn’t seen it accused her of being more intimate with Oliver, saying, “You and Oliver are really getting passionate on the dance floor, and I have to admit that it’s arousing seeing you two together. Have you given any thought to taking this further with them?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Harper answered, “I don’t think we’re doing as much as you and Claire are, and you can’t seem to get enough of pressing against her big tits or grinding your cock into her belly. Oliver is doing the same with me, and he’s well-hung too. Has Claire said anything about your big cock poking into her belly? And what do you mean about taking this further?” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I didn’t want to admit too much yet and replied, “I know she feels it, because she sometimes moves side-to-side rubbing it with her belly like it’s an accident, but she hasn’t said anything yet. And about taking it further, it’s just that we’ve been spending a lot of time in passionate embraces and kisses with one another’s spouses, and I was wondering if either you or Oliver have talked about maybe swapping spouses in bed, you know, swapping to fuck?” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was a relief when she didn’t go berserk at such a leading and brazen question and instead laughed, before responding, “Oh yeah, you’d love that, honey, getting Claire’s huge fucking hooters in your mouth and your big cock in her hairy pussy even though she’s pregnant. I haven’t mentioned it although Oliver has hinted at it, but I’m not sure I’m ready for something like that, or how I’d feel about a group situation, or seeing you with Claire. I think we’re better off just enjoying what we have with them now and not risk fucking up our friendship on the chance things go sour if we swapped and got more intimate.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">With no apparent interest on Harper’s part to swap, dancing and superficial intimacy continued for the next several months, but less frequently. Claire got into her last month of pregnancy when she was too uncomfortable and self-conscious about her big belly to go out dancing even though her libido seemed even higher when we were together. That’s also when there were changes in my situation that made it possible for Claire and me to meet in secret. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our daughter, Megan, was old enough for preschool which was three days a week for four hours, and Harper’s old company allowed her back to work part-time with the option to use their in-office daycare facility. At about the same time, my company initiated a four-day-per-week work-from-home option for some positions for which I qualified. That gave me four days a week that I’d be home alone for four hours or more, and thankfully, Harper preferred to have our daughter in the daycare at work on non-preschool days. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The last time we went out as couples was only two weeks before Claire gave birth. We were dancing out of earshot of our spouses, and I told her about my new situation working at home, before saying, “So, if you have any interest in taking our intimacy further even though you’re lusciously pregnant now it should be easy to make that happen.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claire said, “That sounds wonderful, Ethan, but the timing is terrible. My sex drive is in high gear for some reason, but my doctor has warned me not to have any penetrative sex at this late stage.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, “That’s fine with me especially since I love all kinds of oral sex, and the wetter the better. I loved it when Harper was pregnant, and she had an increase in vaginal and cervical discharges. I ate her out all the time and loved kissing, caressing, and sucking every inch of her body and especially her growing belly. But then the best part was when she started lactating, and I was in line right behind the baby for my nightly feedings.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She said, “My goodness, Harper is a lucky lady. Oliver and I are into oral sex too, but he doesn’t seem to be as enthusiastic about eating me out when I’m in those stages of my cycle when I’m wetter and gooier than usual, but I love sucking his cock and eating his cum. It grosses him out with me being pregnant and he accidentally sees my panties in the clothes hamper with some thick and gooey vaginal discharge stains.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I’m usually very wet but my discharge has been even heavier now that I’m pregnant. He’s not too happy either with my big belly and the other little bit of weight I gained with my pregnancy. He even teases me about being a like a cow with my bigger tits. I don’t know if he’ll want anything to do with my lactating breasts.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I kissed her passionately while rubbing her breast and side of her belly before saying, “You’re making me hungry and everything about you sounds absolutely delicious to me, Claire, and I’d be so happy if you’ll have me over on Monday.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claire said, “That sounds wonderful to me, but you might get more wetness than you can handle. I have periodic, involuntary incontinence depending on how the baby is positioned, and my doctor says that is quite normal.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I smiled and said, “I’m familiar with that from Harper, and I think most pregnant women, have the same problem. And since your belly is so big, I can see how that would affect you too. It’s all good for me, and I’m hungry for anything you’ll feed me.” <br /><br /> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>First Time Alone with Claire</strong> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It made me feel guilty enough just making plans to go behind Harper’s back to be intimate with Claire, and I felt like more of an asshole going to her home on Monday. The only saving grace for me was that our spouses had at least talked about swapping too. I felt a lot better, though, when she greeted me with a kiss wearing only a t-shirt with no bra and cotton maternity shorts with no panties. Claire was nervous and feeling guilty for cheating on Oliver too, and we sat on the couch for a few minutes to talk it over. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claire said, “I feel like such a slut, adulteress, and am ashamed. I know that it’s taboo to cheat on Oliver especially since I’m carrying his baby, but I can’t deny what we mean to each other.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, “I felt and still feel ashamed and guilty too, but coming here and seeing your pretty face and ripe, voluptuous, pregnant body helps me to justify what we’re doing. I’ll fully understand and won’t hold any resentment if you’d prefer not to go forward with this, and we can continue as in the past. But I’m immensely hopeful you’ll give it a chance and let me taste every inch of you.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She didn’t say anything but pulled my face to hers to kiss, as I fondled her magnificent breasts, and she rubbed my crotch. We kissed passionately for what seemed like five minutes while I pulled her t-shirt up over her breasts and fondled her, and she pushed her hand into my athletic shorts to feel my bare, hardening cock. That was the first time we had felt each other skin-to-skin.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When we finally broke our kiss, Claire stood and pulled me up by the hand leading us to her bedroom, and saying, “We’ll be much more comfortable in there.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We quickly undressed each other, and I stood in awe looking at her pendulous breasts hanging on her big belly, as she stood looking at my cock and said, “Damn, Ethan, I knew it was big from feeling it pressed against me, but this thing is a monster.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claire laid on her back on the bed, and I laid next to her on my side leaning over to kiss her and fondle and rub her breasts and belly. Pregnant women look so delicious to me, and I slowly moved down sucking her breasts careful not to leave any hickeys before kissing, licking, and sucking her belly, as I moved closer and closer to her pussy, that was covered with a neatly-trimmed layer of brown hair. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I loved the intoxicating aroma of her wet pussy, and when I moved closer, she said, “You weren’t kidding about going down on me, Ethan, and I’m very wet for you today. I’ve got to have your cock in my mouth too, so turn around and share with me.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After I turned around on my side, Claire rolled my way on her side, and she took my cock into her mouth, as I began licking and sucking her thick-lipped pussy. I loved the wetness and taste of her hairy pussy and pulled her top leg forward and over my head to give me better access to her crotch. I was sucking her pussy and swallowing the slick, tasty, cervical mucous that would otherwise stain her panties. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She pulled my top leg over her head too and alternated sucking my cock and balls which Harper sometimes did for me, and Claire was bringing me repeatedly to the brink of ejaculation and then backing off. We had been sucking each other for about fifteen minutes, and I got the urge to suck her gorgeous ass that I had been staring at the whole time. So, I leaned farther around and began licking and sucking her perineum before pressing my face between her ass cheeks. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I hadn’t previously told Claire that I would rim her too, and she was moaning and sucking my cock even harder as I began licking, sucking, and probing her asshole with my tongue. I got turned on doing something so nasty and wanted to be smothered by her pussy and ass, so I slowly pulled Claire on top of me, and then helped her pull her knees forward, until she was almost sitting on my face. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then I nudged her torso up until she got the idea of what I was doing, and she sat fully on my face smothering me alternately with her ass and pussy, as I turned my head slightly to the sides to breathe. Then when she was sitting with her long, thick pussy covering my face, she began shaking above me and I barely heard her say, “Oh fuck, Ethan, you’ve given me an orgasm with your mouth.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">An additional flow of vaginal and cervical fluids flowed into my mouth, and then there were several squirts of piss as her body lost control with her orgasm. I held her firmly on top of me as I swallowed her fluids, and then she slid forward for me to suck her asshole again. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After another five minutes, Claire leaned down to suck my cock, as I resumed sucking her pussy and clit, and with me being so aroused from sucking her pussy and ass I ejaculated in just another two minutes. Claire kept sucking and swallowing my cum long after my orgasm ended, and we rolled together on your sides again, still sucking each other. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We finally separated, and I turned around next to her where we kissed as I fondled her breasts. Then she said, “Oh fuck, Ethan, I’ve never been eaten out so wonderfully even in college, and I’ve never had my ass eaten out before. You weren’t kidding about being hungry for me, and I loved sucking your cock and eating your huge cum load too.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I had already been with Claire for over an hour, and after hugging and kissing for another half-hour and rubbing and kissing her belly, I said, “I need to get going, Claire, since I actually have some work I need to get done for my boss. This has been so amazing, and I hope you’ll have me back tomorrow.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claire said, “Of course I want you back tomorrow, and every other time you can make it. I feel drained both physically and emotionally in such a good way, and I’m so appreciative of what you did for me.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I went to see Claire the next two days, and with our initial erotic urges relieved after the first day we spent more time cuddling and kissing in addition to me sucking her pussy and ass as much as I could. Even though she sucked me off at least once each day, I really wanted to feel her wet pussy on my cock. So on the fourth day which would be the last one for the week, I talked her into something I had previously read about. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We were in the bedroom on Thursday and had just finished kissing and me sucking her breasts, when I said, “I love everything we’ve done, Claire, but I so badly want to feel your pussy on my cock. There’s a way we can do it without me penetrating you, and it will feel good for both of us.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She was willing to listen, and I said, “This can be done in a lot of different positions, but I’m going to lie back on the bed, and I want you to straddle my crotch facing me, and then settle down on me with my cock positioned lengthways through your labia. Then you can slide forward and back with your wet lips wrapped over my shaft. That will provide stimulation for your vulva and clit and let us be as close as we can to fucking without any penetration. Some people call this the camel toe slide.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claire said, “That sounds kinky and hot, Ethan, but it would be so tempting for me to lift and tilt my hips and take your big cock inside me. We can’t risk that now, since it could hurt my baby, and Oliver’s been cut off for a month now because of the doctor’s orders. Will you promise not to fuck me?” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I answered, “Of course, Claire, I promise I won’t try to fuck you. You’ve got the tastiest and most gorgeous, hairy, thick-lipped pussy, and I just need to feel your wetness on my cock.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She got into position on top of me, and it felt so good as she started sliding back and forth on my cock with a squishing sound from her wetness. She was soon moaning with that continued, direct stimulation of her clit, and I was getting closer and closer to ejaculation. It was so arousing watching her big breasts and belly moving back and forth over me, and as tempting as it was to tilt my cock up and slip it into her married pussy, I kept my promise and didn’t try to fuck her. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claire had been slide-fucking me for what seemed like seven minutes, and she was having her second orgasm when my cock erupted spewing spurt after spurt of thick, white cum on my belly. She looked down as her orgasm subsided, and said, “This was a wonderful idea, Ethan, and I can see that it was good for you too.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I thought Claire was going to lean down and kiss me, but instead she slid back between my legs and leaned down to lick the cum off my belly. Then she moved up and leaned down to kiss me sharing my own cum with me. That was still a good position where I could have easily slipped my cock into her pussy, but we just hugged and kissed as the euphoria of our orgasms subsided.” </span></p> <p> </p></div>
<div> <p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Neither Harper nor I had been pestering each other for sex for the past week like we usually did. When she casually brought it up, I gave the excuse that I was covered up with work and getting used to working from home, so I was a little stressed out. That was a warning that I’d better be careful not to neglect her needs or stray too far from my normal habits if I didn’t want to make her suspicious. At the same time, though, I had to wonder why she hadn’t been asking for sex either. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> <br /><strong>Claire Gives Birth</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claire was more uncomfortable than usual the following week, since she was only days from the expected delivery date of that Friday, but we still did all the oral sex and slide fucking just less intense and for shorter periods of time. It was Thursday when I got a big and pleasant surprise. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was on my back on the bed with Claire sitting on and riding my face, and she was just relaxing from her second orgasm when my mouth and face were flooded with fluids. Her water had broken, and I swallowed I don’t know how much of it before she moved off me, and said, “Oh shit, Ethan, I’m a day early, and the baby’s coming. Go home quickly and get cleaned up. I’ll wait a couple of minutes and call Oliver and tell him to call you and ask you to take me to the hospital. The hospital’s close to us, but it’s all the way across town for him to get home. If he calls you at home, that will help give us cover that you weren’t or haven’t been coming over here.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fortunately, my shirt was off when her water broke, so I just needed to wash my face and hair in the sink and brush my teeth. I was ready to go when I got Oliver’s call a few minutes later. He was distressed saying, “Oh shit, Ethan, Claire’s water has broken a day early, and it’ll take me over a half hour to get home and then ten more minutes to the hospital. Would you do us a favor, old buddy, and take he for me? I’ll meet you there as soon as I can, but I don’t want to get in a wreck trying to get home first.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Sure, Oliver”, I said, “I’m happy to help. If she’s ready now, I’ll help her out with her things and get her there. Don’t worry, she’s in good hands and I’ll drive safely.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I felt guilty and ashamed then being reminded of our friendship and me secretly being intimate with his wife, but I went over and picked up Claire, and she called the hospital in the car to let them know she was coming. Claire was in the delivery room but had not yet delivered the baby when Oliver arrived a little over twenty minutes later, and he briefly shook my hand and thanked me for bringing her to the hospital before joining her in the delivery room. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claire was in labor for over four hours, and Harper was waiting with me when Oliver came out with good news. I had called Harper as soon as I got to the hospital, and she came there from work. Claire was healthy, had come through the ordeal just fine, and their beautiful baby daughter was healthy. We went to see Claire and the baby when they were settled in their room for the night, and then Harper and I went home. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the drive home, Harper said, “It’s a good thing you were working from home today so you could get Oliver’s call, and they were thankful that you got her to the hospital so quickly. You never know when a delivery is going have complications.” <br /><br /> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>The Truth Comes Out</strong> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was therapeutic for me to take a break from being intimate with Claire allowing me to reassess what we had been doing and to give their family time to begin their new life with a child without the complications of having a horny neighbor getting in the way. They pretty much kept to themselves for the next few weeks, although Harper went over to help them with the baby equipment and supplies as well as helping Claire get started breastfeeding. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Harper and I hadn’t in quite some time brought up our previous conversations about possibly swapping spouses with Claire and Oliver, but then one day, out of the blue after Harper had been over helping Claire, she said, “You haven’t talked about this in a while honey, but if you liked Claire’s big breasts before you’ll go berserk when you see those big milk jugs of hers now. I’m going to have to watch you like a hawk knowing how you loved feeding from me.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I teased her a little, so she’d think that from me being open about it I had nothing to hide, and said, “Aw, come on, honey, you’re not going to begrudge me a little big-booby feeding time are you? I loved drinking from you, and I’ll bet that Claire’s milk is sweet and creamy too. And if you’ll let me do that, assuming she’d even let me, I’ll agree for you to drink a little cock milk from Oliver. He’s got to be in a post-partum dry spell right now, and I’m sure he could churn up some cream for you with a little oral encouragement.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Harper laughed and teased me back, saying, “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? That would be all the excuse you’d need to suckle Claire. But shit, while I’m at it, I might as well take his cock into my pussy too. It didn’t feel quite as long as yours when we were dancing but still plenty thick.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was hard to believe she was taking the kidding so far, and it made me feel better about what I had done with Claire hearing her tease about sucking and fucking Oliver. I said, “Well, if you remember, I think all of us were willing to consider swapping spouses, but you couldn’t go through with it for some reason. So as far as our moral standards are concerned, we were all conceptually up for having sex with one another’s spouses. Maybe it wouldn’t be shocking for me to suckle Claire and for you to suck Oliver’s cock or even for all of us to fuck.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Harper said, “Yeah, and I’d bet that Oliver’s probably very horny by now. If you recall, depending on a woman’s condition doctors sometimes recommend against penetrative sex for some time before the baby is born, so he may have been cut off a month or so before Claire gave birth.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I wondered why she’d even be speculating about that, and said, “That’s an odd thing for you to bring up. What would give you the idea that’s the case for Oliver?” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She replied, “I have been feeling guilty about something, and now’s as good a time as any to get it off my chest. It was about two months ago that Oliver became flirtier with me, and one Saturday morning when you were playing golf with your work friends he came over to ask if you could help him with something in his garage. Our daughter was playing over at a friend’s home, and he stayed for a while to talk.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was scary thinking about what she would say next, but she continued, “It had been a while since we had kissed while dancing, and he started complimenting me on my appearance and saying how much he missed those dances, especially since he had been cut off from having sex with Claire. Well, uh, sorry, honey, but I was horny that morning and felt sorry for him. One thing led to another, and as we were kissing on the couch, he began rubbing my breasts, and the next thing I knew he had pushed up my t-shirt and was sucking my breasts.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was stunned and stared blankly at her, as she said, “As we said earlier, we had all talked about the idea of swapping, so I didn’t think it would be such a big deal to go with the flow in that serendipitous moment of passion. Before I knew it, we were in a side-by-side sixty-nine on the couch with me sucking his cock and him sucking my pussy. We sucked each other to orgasm, and I swallowed his cum.’ </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“We’ve gotten together six more times since then and done the same thing, but we haven’t fucked yet. I’m so sorry, honey, but given the way we teased about swapping with them, I thought you’d understand and not get too upset.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was bursting with joy, since that justified what Claire and I had been doing, but I wasn’t ready at that time to admit my infidelity, if ever. I wanted to be supportive for selfish reasons, and asked, “Holy shit, Harper, what motivated you to become even more intimate with Oliver when you didn’t want to do it before.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Harper answered, “It was such a spontaneous thing the first time, and I think the thrill of cheating made it seem much more arousing than making a date with them to fuck. I felt like a slut and so naughty and nasty doing that behind your back, but that also made it so enjoyable having sex with another man for the first time since college. His cock isn’t as long as yours, but it’s even thicker, and I love eating his big, tasty loads of cum.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I encouraged her further by rubbing my cock and saying, “Damn, honey, that sounds so hot, but does Claire know about this, and when were you planning on fucking him?” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Harper replied, “Oliver doesn’t want Claire to know, but I couldn’t do that to you. I wanted to wait until I had the courage to tell you about it and get your blessing before fucking him. That’s why I was teasing you about Claire’s lactating breasts to encourage you to try to suck her breasts and fuck her, so we’d both be guilty of adultery.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I asked, “So, you’d rather us act like we’re cheating having sex with them instead of getting together as a group?” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She responded, “Hell yes, that’s much more exciting for me and Oliver thinking we’re getting away with something.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, “You have my blessing to fuck him, but I have one request. I want you to have him over when he doesn’t know I’m home, and I want to watch. And as much as I love sucking your pussy especially when it’s juicy, I want to eat you out after he leaves.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Harper said, “Shit, honey, that would be so kinky and amazing having you between my legs sucking up his cum. Maybe we can have him over on Friday evening when Megan will be at a sleepover with a friend, and I’ll tell Oliver that you went bowling with friends from work. I can hardly believe that you’re so supportive of me fucking him, and I’ll help you any way I can to get into Claire’s pants. I’ll start telling her how much you’d love to suckle her huge, lactating breasts.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> <br /><strong>Oliver Fucks Harper</strong> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oliver came over at 7:00 pm on Friday, and I was hiding in the hallway when he arrived after having cleared a place to sit in my bedroom closet to hide when they came in to fuck. They sat on the couch, and Oliver asked, “Are you sure that Ethan won’t come home and find us together?” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Harper teased him, answering, “No, he’s bowling with his friends, but after the way he wanted us all to swap before he might even like seeing us together. And tonight might be your lucky night.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">They first kissed on the couch, and my cock got hard when he pulled Harper’s t-shirt up and off over her head and began sucking her shapely breasts. She also began rubbing his crotch before pushing his athletic shorts down and rubbing his cock. His cock is uncircumcised and thick, as Harper described it, and his balls are low-hanging and huge. After sucking her breasts for a few minutes, he started leaning down into the sixty-nine position as they had been doing, when Harper surprised him by standing up, taking his hand and leading him to our bedroom. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I hurried to hide in the closet and watched as they finished undressing before lying in the bed. Oliver was turning around again thinking they were just having oral sex when Harper pulled him on top of her, and said, “I love sucking your cock and being eaten out, but tonight I want your thick cock in my married pussy. Just imagine what Ethan would think if he knew you were going to fuck and inseminate me.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oliver said, “Oh shit, Harper, I’ve wanted this since we first met.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">They were perfectly positioned with their legs open towards the closet door, as his ass flexed, and he started pushing his thick, nine-inch cock into my wife’s thick-lipped, red-haired pussy. After his cock was buried to the ball in her pussy, he asked, “I don’t know your birth control situation, so will I need to pull out when I ejaculate?” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She wrapped her legs around his ass to hold him in place and said, “I should be safe tonight, and I want your big load of semen and sperm to shoot deep inside my adulterous pussy. Fuck me, Oliver, fuck me, and take out all your frustrations for not being able to fuck Claire for the past two months.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He fucked her hard and fast, and I could tell by Harper’s moans that she was having one orgasm after the other on his thick cock. It was so erotic seeing his balls slapping against her thighs and pussy and his ass flexing, as they rutted like breeding animals in heat. They had been fucking for over five minutes when his balls pulled up and perineum began throbbing, and I knew that he was inseminating my wife.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I watched as he continued stroking her with his deflating cock, and he finally rolled off to her side with a slurping sound as his cock pulled out of her. Harper leaned down to suck his slimy cock clean, and fortunately, it was a bit too much for him to suck his cum out of her. He sucked her breasts but wouldn’t kiss her after that, and said, “That was amazing, Harper, but now I feel so guilty cheating on Claire and my friend, Ethan.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Harper laughed and said, “Don’t feel too bad. The way Ethan talks about Claire sometimes, I know he’d fuck her in a second given the opportunity.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oliver was getting up to leave as he said, “Claire is expecting me back soon, but I can’t wait until we can do this again. Do you think we’ll ever be able to swap spouses, so we don’t have to sneak around like this?” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She replied, “I don’t know about that, and it’s hard to tell what Claire’s libido will be like after giving birth. But I like cheating on them like this anyway, and I’ll want your cock in my mouth and pussy as often as we can arrange it. But for now, please let yourself out, so I can lay here in the afterglow of my orgasms with your thick cum inside my pussy.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I came out of the closet when I heard the back door close and moved between Harper’s legs on the bed. He had left a huge mess all over her hairy labia and inner thighs, and more cum was oozing out of her pussy. I began sucking and licking her pussy and realized that his cum tasted similar to mine, and it was so arousing sucking another man’s cum out of my wife.” <br /><br /> </span></p><p><strong><span style="font-family: verdana;">Socializing Again</span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claire was almost four weeks postpartum when we began socializing with them again as couples, and most of the time we went to their home since they needed to be near their daughter. I was concerned that motherhood and hormonal changes might lessen her desire to be intimate with me, and I was pleased when Claire took me aside on a Sunday evening to let me know our status. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She said, “My doctor wants me to refrain from having intercourse for another two weeks, and I’m so horny to be with you again. I know how much you love bodily fluids, and it’s so strange that Harper has been making comments to me about how much you’d probably like to suckle me. I guess she’s thinking back to the time we almost swapped spouses, and I can hardly wait for you to feed from me. I’ll call you when I put the baby down for a nap tomorrow morning, and you can come over.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I went over when she called me on Monday morning, and we first sat on the couch and kissed before she turned to straddle my lap facing me and pulled her t-shirt up and off. I leaned in to suck her breast as she said, “The baby left me breasts full and in a little pain this morning, so I really need this.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her milk was sweet and creamy, and as I sucked first the right and then the left breast she was moving back and forth on my cock lump in a camel toe slide. Even though we both had shorts on, I felt her wetness soaking through. I pulled off her breast to say, “Oh my goodness, you’re so wet, and I can hardly wait to eat you out.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I continued sucking her breasts, Claire pulled the gusset of her shorts to the side, and I pushed my shorts down. Then I was sliding my cock flesh to flesh in her wet vulva. She had first one and then another orgasm from the combination of me sucking her and feeling my cock on her vulva and clit, and I finally lost it and ejaculated on my stomach. I laughed and said, “I’ve got some laundry to do when I get home.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We went to her bed after I ejaculated and got into a side-by-side sixty-nine, and she licked the cum off my stomach before sucking my cock, and I sucked her wet pussy that was oozing some type of fluids. She told me later that it was normal for women to have a postpartum discharge for as long as four weeks or so, and I pulled her on top of me so she could sit up and press he pussy and ass to my face.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I alternated sucking her pussy and ass for what seemed like fifteen minutes, and she had and orgasm and released several squirts of pee into my mouth. After we rolled apart and were lying together talking, I asked, “When will you be cleared by your doctor to fuck assuming that you’d let me fuck you?” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claire answered, “I do want to fuck you, Ethan, but I’m off my birth control since I’m lactating, and we’d have to be very careful if at all. Let’s just enjoy what we’re able to do now and see how I feel about that later.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">With my cooperation it was easy for Harper and Oliver to arrange to fuck in my bed, and I was enjoying watching and eating his cum more and more. They were fucking an average of about one and a half times per week. And with me working from home, it was easy for Claire and me to get together just about anytime we wanted to. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was four months postpartum when Claire was fully healed and back in shape. We were on her couch one day doing the camel toe slide, as I sucked her breasts, and she said, “That feels so good, Ethan, but I have to feel your cock inside me. Fuck me now before I change my mind.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was trying to be as responsible as I could, with a wet pussy sliding on and enveloping my cock, and I asked, “Are you sure it’s safe for you now?” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She answered, “My period has been irregular, but I think I’m safe, and maybe you can try to pull out before you cum.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claire lifted her torso as I lifted my cock, and she slowly slid down on my cock. It felt so good to finally have my meat inside her, and I resumed sucking her breasts, as she moved up and down on cock, and I pivoted my hips to thrust into her. We fucked for about five minutes, and when I was close, I said, “Oh shit, oh fuck, Claire, I’m so close, and you’d better pull off me now unless you want to be inseminated.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She had just had an orgasm on my cock and was in a total state of bliss, when she said, “Shut up and fuck me, Ethan, fuck me and cum in my married pussy.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My cock throbbed and flexed, as I came in her MILF pussy, and she kept riding my cock long after it was soft. Then when she lifted on her knees, I slipped off the seat between her legs, and she sat down on my mouth. I sucked and licked my cum from her pussy, as she said, “Oh fuck, Ethan, I love that you’re such a nasty pervert.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She had no way of knowing that I was regularly eating Oliver’s cum out of Harper’s pussy too, and I loved being cleanup man for both of us. It was funny to me that we were swapping with Claire and Oliver, but they were only aware of their part of it and didn’t know their spouse was fucking us too, and Harper didn’t know I was fucking Claire. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claire wanted me to fuck her almost every time we were together after that first time, and it was two months later when she was in a panic when I went over there. She said, “My period is still irregular, but I think I’ve missed it. Oliver and I have been fucking but not as often as you and me, and it could be your baby.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, “Oh shit, Claire, I’m so sorry, but the best thing I can tell you now is to fuck Oliver more and hope that he’s confused on the timing just in case I’m the father. Should we stop this now?” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She answered, “If it does turn out that I’m pregnant, the damage is already done. And if it were you who impregnated me, at least you and Oliver both have dark hair and similar complexions, so it might be hard to tell. Fuck, I was just too horny for my own good.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We did stop fucking for another week to allow time to confirm that Claire was pregnant, and when we knew for sure, we continued fucking. It’s been eight months now, and Oliver and I have been fucking each other’s spouses the whole time. I still prefer that Harper not know I’m fucking Claire, even though she was teasing me about sucking her breasts, and she’s enjoying fucking Oliver too much to ask me about it. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claire and I are holding our breaths to see if the baby is mine, and I’m hopeful that it’s not, since that will greatly reduce our anxiety over it. But in either case, I’m hopeful we can continue this unusual swapping relationship for years to come.</span></p></div>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-33475953843731492122023-08-01T19:17:00.002-07:002023-08-01T19:17:00.145-07:00Sperm Donation For Mumtaz<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I came home late on Friday after watching a movie with friends. I was worried that Padma Aunty might scold me as it was Friday night and already 9 pm and our mating night. When I entered the living room, I saw Padma Aunty, Raman Uncle and a couple I had never seen before.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Why are you late, Rajesh?” Padma Aunty hissed at me,” Go freshen up and come. Dinner is ready.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I saw two whiskey bottles on the centre table and four glasses. Looks like all four were already high. I quietly went to my room as I didn’t want to antagonize my drunken Aunt. I bathed, wore a shirt and track pants and entered the dining room.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I sat on the chair and looked at Padma Aunty, who looked at her friend and said,” Mumtaz, will you please serve dinner for Rajesh,” Turning towards me, Padma Aunty said,” By the way, Rajesh, this is my friend Mumtaz. That’s her husband, Farhan. They will be staying over tonight with us.”</span></p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a name='more'></a></span><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fuck, I thought Friday fucking night was gone. Padma Aunty won’t allow me near her tonight. I saw Mumtaz getting up and coming near me. I observed her closely. She was around her late twenties (maybe 27-28), a bit younger than Padma Aunty, who was in her mid-thirties.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz was very fair, like Bollywood heroines, wearing a loose white kurta and leggings. I couldn’t help but stare at her boobs which juggled as she walked towards me. Mumtaz served me roti and daal and stood next to me. Her bosom was at my eye level, and I stared at her twin treasures.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was shocked to see her nipples trying to poke out of her thin kurta material. My dick stood up, seeing her sharp nipple protrusion. I sensed Padma Aunty taking a chair next to me and was more shocked to see her pushing a mug of beer towards me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Enjoy the beer with dinner, Rajesh. Mumtaz and Farhan are our close friends. Raman won’t mind too,” Padma Aunty saying placed her hand on my crotch.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I didn’t know what to reply, so I kept mum. Padma Aunty placing her hand on my crotch, fondled my hardened cock on the tracks and whispered in my ears, ”Hmm, already hard. Is it for your Aunty or Mumtaz, bad boy?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I just stared at Padma Aunty, who had pulled out my cock from my track pants and jerked me. I was shocked and looked at Raman Uncle and Farhan, who were busy drinking whisky. Then at Mumtaz, who had a naughty smile on her face. I figured that she was seeing my Aunt jacking me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Padma Aunty biting my earlobes, whispered,” You want to see her boobs. They are bigger and stiffer than mine.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I looked up at Mumtaz, who had unhooked her kurta’s top three buttons. She was bending down, showing me her twin treasures inside her kurta. Her breasts’ sheer weight pushed Mumtaz’s kurta, and I saw her hanging mangoes. As I had guessed, she was not wearing a bra under her kurta.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz’s breasts were C-cup, big compared to her tiny frame. The areolas were small and brownish, with a grape-sized nipple on the top. I drank the full beer mug in one gulp while Padma Aunty played with my cock and balls.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I know you are horny, and your cock in my hand doesn’t lie. Do you want to see her pussy, naughty boy?” Padma Aunty said, biting my cheek and signalled her friend.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Turning left, I saw Mumtaz lifting her kurta, showing her toned flat tummy, unlike my Aunt’s, who had a fleshy stomach. I saw Mumtaz’s right hand digging into her leggings and pulling them down, exposing her freshly shaved pussy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I saw moisture on her slit. I saw Mumtaz turning briefly to show her well round ass and stand, exposing her pussy to me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Which pussy do you want tonight, Rajesh. Mine or Mumtaz’s?” Padma asked seductively, still jerking my cock.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I need a drink and a large one,” I said to Aunty, who got up and filled the mug with whiskey without any soda. She handed me the drink and sat on the chair. I took a big sip and asked, “Aunty, what is this? Her husband is right here, and you are talking nonsense.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I am talking sense, boy. Do you want to fuck Mumtaz or not?” Padma Aunty said in anger.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I nodded meekly, and she continued, “That’s my boy,” Looking at her friend said, “Why don’t you open up your cunt and show my boy your juicy pussy, Mumtaz.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz opened her pussy lips, revealing her pinkish interiors. Padma took my left hand, placing it on her friend’s pussy said, “Come on, feel her and see how my poor friend is burning with desire to have a manly cock inside her.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My fingers could feel the heat emitting from her pussy and her cum. Padma Aunty inserted her middle finger into her friend’s pussy and pulled out. She brought the cum stained finger to my lips and said, “Taste her. She’s very tasty and horny too.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I sucked Mumtaz’s juice from my Aunt’s finger and looked at the men now watching us.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Isn’t she tasty, Rajesh?” Padma Aunty asked, and I nodded.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Good then, finish your drink and get ready to fuck my friend’s juicy pussy,” Padma said and got up. I looked helplessly at my Aunty, not understanding why she asked me to fuck her friend in front of her husband and Uncle.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Padma Aunty went near Farhan, unzipped his pant and pulled his pant and briefs down. I was shocked at a tiny cock, only about an inch, and big balls hanging down.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“This is why I am begging you to fuck my friend. Farhan has a small dick, as you can see. The problem is not of its size. Even a two-inch cock can satisfy a woman if fucked properly, I know that, but the problem with Farhan is he has a damn low sperm count.” Padma Aunty said.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The whole room was silent. Farhan had dropped his head in shame, and Mumtaz was sobbing. I gulped down the whole mug and inserted my middle finger into Mumtaz’s pussy. To my surprise, I found it very tight, like a virgin girl’s pussy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz moaned loudly, and her body shivered when I finger fucked her. Padma Aunty quickly came to her friend, hugging her from behind screamed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Bastard, go easy on her. She is not your fuck toy to use as you wish. It took a lot of time for me to convince her to agree. Don’t maul her as you take me. She is a very delicate girl. I will cut off your balls if you harm her, Rajesh.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was already high by the beer and whiskey cocktail. I finger-fucked Mumtaz and kissed all over her flat tummy. A few seconds later brought my head down, stretching my tongue lapped at her clitoris while my finger explored her wet pussy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz’s body trembled while I flicked her clit with my tongue nonstop. Juices ran down her pussy to her thighs. I knew my Aunty was having trouble holding her friend up. My face was smeared with juices, and my free hand clutched her firm ass cheek. I dipped that small finger into her anus hole.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz crumbled down to the floor, taking my fingers off her holes. I was worried when she collapsed. I quickly washed my hands, got up and pulled my track pants and briefs. I went towards Raman uncle, took his whiskey glass, and hurriedly gulped it down my throat.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Farhan and Uncle were watching me going towards the ladies. Padma Aunty was trying to help her friend get up, who was still sobbing. Pushing Padma Aunty aside, I picked up Mumtaz off the floor. My right hand was under her neck, and my right hand was under her knees.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I knew she didn’t weigh any more than 50 kg. She had a frail figure, despite her good-sized breasts and plump ass. Lifting her, I carefully placed her on the dining table. I pulled the leggings from her legs without bothering about what others were thinking.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz closed her legs, trying to hide her womanhood from me. Placing my right hand on her thighs, I pulled Mumtaz by left hand across her neck and kissed her lips. At first, Mumtaz tried to pull her lips away. But I held her firmly and started sucking her soft lips gently.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz was murmuring into my mouth. I couldn’t understand if it was approval or protest of my kiss. When I was sure she would cooperate, my left hand was across her neck. It came to the front, lifted her kurta and caught her left breast in my palm.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Unlike married ladies whose boobs soften after a few years of marriage, I found it firm. My right hand, which was on her thighs, prodded her to widen her legs. Looking into my eyes, Mumtaz opened her legs and thrust her tongue into my mouth to suck.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sucking her tender tongue, my right hand started caressing her pussy lips gently, unlike last time. I saw eyes glowing with lust and desire as my fingers prodded her pussy lips. Saliva was being exchanged and seared on our cheeks. We kissed passionately like young lovers in lust.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Two minutes passed, and we didn’t slow down our kiss. My left hand tested her left boob strength, and my right hand finger was now playing with clit. I sensed Mumtaz’s right hand moving to my cock and held it firmly in her tiny feeble hand. Her thumb flicked my piss hole, lubricating her fingers with my pre-cum.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was munching on her bottom lip and tongue, hands playing with her breast and pussy. I came to my senses when Padma Aunty whispered in my ears, hugging me from my back and pressing her breasts onto my back, “Isn’t she gorgeous, Rajesh?” She bit my ear.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My lips were aching from the long kiss pulled my lips from Mumtaz. Her lips had turned red due to excessive kissing and sucking. Mumtaz dropped her head down in shyness and shame as her husband was watching us keenly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Padma Aunty lifting her chin, asked, “How is my boy? Is it ok for you to get pregnant from his sperm Mumtaz?” Mumtaz looked at her husband and Padma Aunty and nodded her head. Padma Aunty signalled me, showing Mumtaz’s crotch. She holding Mumtaz’s breasts in each hand, started kissing her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bending down and pushing Mumtaz’s knees wider started to lap up her pussy like a dog. Juices were oozing out abundantly from her pussy. I thought she might have multiple orgasms by now. While I was busy sucking and tasting Mumtaz’s pussy juices, I was pulled back roughly by my hair.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I heard Aunty saying, “Get up, young man. Time for real action.” I got up and looked at both ladies.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Aunty gripping my cock, said, “No wonder your little bro is eager to drill a new tight pussy. I would have fucked this angel if I had a cock between my legs. Go to your room and freshen up. Come to our room when I call you. Get going now, stud.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Halfheartedly I climbed the stairs with my cock dangling between my legs. At the mid-landing, I turned to see below. Padma was removing her friend’s kurta from her body. Mumtaz looked like an Angel in a fairy tale in her birthday suit.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I felt like I had done noble work in my past birth to fuck such lovely gorgeous ladies at my young age. I went to my room, removed my shirt, and took a light shower. I sat on the bed thinking about the few hours I would spend with such a lovely lady.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My cock had frozen a bit but was still hard. I was eagerly waiting for my Aunt’s call. After a few minutes, my room door opened and Padma Aunty came in nude, smiling at me. I got up and embraced her tightly, and kissed her. Both our nude bodies were feeling the heat of each other’s.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I cupped her ass cheeks and pressed her crotch against my throbbing cock, struggling between our crotches. Padma Aunty pushed me back.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Placing her hand on my chest and said, “Save that for the new pussy you are going to drill, baby. Be careful with Mumtaz, Rajesh and don’t try to show your heroics on her. She is a tender and soft girl, unlike me. I will be there for you like always if you want it rough. Come, Mumtaz is eagerly waiting for you.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Padma Aunty led me to her bedroom, holding my cock firmly. I was surprised to see Raman Uncle, and Farhan sitting on the bed naked on one side. Mumtaz was lying on the bed in the centre, covered with a bed sheet. Padma Aunty pushed me onto the bed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I sat beside Mumtaz, who was smiling and looking at me with a twinkle in her eyes. I was looking at the naked men who were watching me closely. I was comfortable with Raman Uncle. I had fucked his wife in front of him, and we had double-penetrated her too.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">But Farhan, with his circumcised small cock was watching me nervously. His cute wife was eager to mate with me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Rajesh, Farhan is worried that you may harm Mumtaz. So he wants to stay and watch you both fuck. Your Uncle and I just want to see live fuck and maybe get horny, and we could get cosy, you know.” Saying she climbed onto the bed, sitting beside her friend pulled the sheet away from Mumtaz’s body.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz was lying nude, quickly crossing her legs to hide her pussy. Her right hand was across her bosom to cover her magnificent breasts. Her left hand covered her face, and her lips were shivering.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Come on, stud, here is your present. Enjoy yourself and give her satisfaction, which she misses in her marital life. Her husband will strangle you if you cause her any harm. So better be careful, boy.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Come on, stud, here is your present. Enjoy yourself and give her satisfaction, which she misses in her marital life. Her husband will strangle you if you cause her any harm. So better be careful, boy.” Padma Aunty warned me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I looked at the fair, delicate Mumtaz’s nude body lying before me. I touched her soft lips with my right hand. I inserted my finger in her mouth, which she sucked lightly. I pulled it out and brought my hand down to her bosom, caressing her cheeks and chin.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cupping her breast, flicked her nipple with my thumb. Her nipple got hard due to my touch. Mumtaz moaned and opened her legs wide voluntarily. Her pussy lips opened like petals. I knew she wanted my hand on her throbbing pussy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I placed my hand on her mound, middle finger dipping in her open slit and felt her wetness. Thumb started to play with her clit. Mumtaz lifting her ass off the bed, indirectly begged me to plunder her pussy with my finger. I pushed my middle finger into her hole and started finger fucking her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Oh, God!” Mumtaz screamed and thrashed her body all over the bed like a bitch in heat. I saw Padma Aunty kneeling behind Mumtaz’s head. Bending down to offer her friend her hanging breasts to suck. She took Mumtaz’s free breast and started to suck.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Seeing two ladies sucking each other’s breasts in the 69 position was amazing. 2 ladies gorged on each other’s breasts like no tomorrow. Mumtaz’s fair-coloured breasts turned red due to excessive sucking and love bites. While munching on her friend’s breast, Padma Aunty rolled her eyes and winked at me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her hands joined me at Mumtaz’s mound, feeling her wet pussy. Her other hand started jerking me gently. Her hair covered Mumtaz’s mid-section, covering her tummy. After a few minutes, Padma Aunty got up, taking her nipple away from her friend’s lips.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Both ladies were sweating, and Aunty signalled me to go between Mumtaz’s legs. I got between Mumtaz’s legs, nudging her to widen her legs laid on her body. Her C-cup breasts got crushed under my chest. I was not surprised to feel her body heat.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Holding her face in my palm, I kissed her tenderly. This time she responded positively by kissing me back. I took my own time savouring her soft lips and sweet saliva. She sucked my tongue. Our lips were messy with saliva, and we gorged on each other’s lips like animals.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My cock was aligned on her pussy, parting her lips. Mumtaz looked into my eyes as we kissed. She had tightly encircled her arms across my neck. I was least bothered to see her husband’s reaction.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“If both of you are done with kissing, start the main act…FUCKING,” I heard Padma Aunty saying loudly. Mumtaz pulled her lips from mine and blushed with shame. I raised my upper body, resting on my hands beside Mumtaz’s arms. I lifted my hips off her body.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My dangling cock was hovering above her pussy, trying to penetrate her. Until now, Mumtaz and I had not spoken with each other despite being so intimate in a few hours. Looking at her, I asked her, “Is this position comfortable for you, or do you want to come on top of me.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Blushing, Mumtaz replied, “As you wish, Rajeshji.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Are you out of your mind, Mumtaz? He is younger than you by 10 years. Just call him Rajesh, baby or whatever if you like him so much. No Ji, please.” Padma Aunty scolded her friend.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz caressing my lips, said, “No way, Padma. He is going to be the biological father of my child. I have to give him that respect. Farhan is my lawfully wedded husband. Rajesh ji will be like my second husband. I will try to keep both my husbands happy until I am alive.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I saw a tear dripping from her eyes. I licked the teardrop off her cheek. Mumtaz brought her right hand down. Holding my cock, caressed the head over her lips, showing her intentions that she was ready.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz softly said, “Thoda aaramse karo ji. Poora raat hai hamare paas. Koi jaldi nahi, mujhe aapka pyaar aur baccha chahiye bus. Enjoy yourself with my body, and let me enjoy too. From today my body and soul are all yours. Just give me a baby Rajeshji.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“If you are done with your little speech, shall my boy start fucking you, Mumtaz?” Padma Aunty asked in anger. Mumtaz nodded meekly. Looking into Mumtaz’s eyes, I lowered my hips. My cockhead went in, opening her lips. But my thick cock was refused entry as her pussy was too tight for me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I pressed harder, and another inch went in. I saw Mumtaz wincing in pain. “Shall I remove it if you are in pain?” I asked her in concern.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“No, Rajeshji, take me as you take Padma. I know initially it hurts, but I am ready to bear that pain for my baby,” Mumtaz said with a smile. But I knew she was bluffing. I knew the longer I took to penetrate her, the more pain she had to endure.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I knew she was well-lubricated. So using all my strength, I plunged into her pussy, and my head hit her cervix in one thrust.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Aah, please do it slowly,” Mumtaz shouted, tears rolling down her cheeks. I felt very bad for her. Lodging my cock firmly in her pussy, lay on her body and started kissing her. Mumtaz kissed me back, and her face was messy with her tears.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“If you are comfortable now, shall I start …?” I stopped mid-sentence, not wanting to use the word ‘fuck’.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Please do as you like, Rajeshji,” Mumtaz said softly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I wondered why my Aunt had not yet scolded me for taking her friend so roughly. So I turned and saw Padma Aunty kneeling and sucking Raman Uncle’s cock. Her right hand was jerking Farhan’s tiny dick. Both Raman Uncle and Farhan were playing with Padma Aunt’s hanging breasts.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz, too saw that and, encircling her arms across my neck, said,” They are busy. Let’s get busy too, Rajeshji.” Pulling half of my cock from her pussy, I thrust back in with full force. Mumtaz’s body trembled under mine. I got into a good rhythm and started fucking her tight pussy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">As she had orgasms again, it helped me. She was well lubricated due to her abundant juices dripping from her pussy. My cock was fully stained with her juices. It was moving freely in and out of her pussy. Our bodies were drenched with sweat.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was lovely to watch her firm breasts swaying all over her chest as I was fucking her. Mumtaz was trying to lift her upper body to kiss me as I fucked her. Smiling and bending a bit kissed her on her lips, cheeks and chin. I kissed her earlobes and neck and brought my face down to her twin treasures.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I licked her areolas and nipples. Taking her sharp nipples in my mouth, I sucked her sensitive nipples. Her upper body was full of my saliva. She was licking all over my face drenching my face with her saliva. My cock was pistoning in and out of Mumtaz’s tight pussy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I heard Padma Aunty saying, “Good, the newly wedded couple has finally bonded, and it looks like our bride is enjoying herself now.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz pulled Aunty and kissed her. Pulling her lips from her friend, Padma Aunty asked, “Do you want your mouth to be filled up?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I knew what Aunty meant, but Mumtaz couldn’t understand. I said, “Aunty is asking if you want to suck cock.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Cheee! I don’t like it,” Mumtaz said shyly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“But your new husband likes to get his cock sucked, so get used to it, Mumtaz,” Padma Aunty said laughing, “Try Farhan’s cock, it’s small, and you will get used to cock’s taste too. Your Rajeshji’s is very thick and big. I had trouble sucking him for the first time.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Farhan came and, kneeling beside her, placed his circumcised cock on his wife’s lips. Mumtaz hesitated for a moment and licked the head of her husband’s cock. She gave a few licks to the piss hole using her tongue. She sucked the entire two inches into her mouth.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz was sucking her husband’s tiny dick passionately, trying to please and show him her love. Mumtaz’s holes were filled up by both her husband’s cocks. Her right hand was on Farhan’s ass. Her left hand had encircled my ass, indicating that I should pump her faster and harder.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She needn’t tell me as I was going on strong on her pussy. Her juices dripped down her ass cheeks.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My hands were getting weak as I was fucking for almost fifteen minutes. I was tired too. Mumtaz was happily slurping on her husband’s cock as she got used to the taste of a cock. Farhan was playing with his wife’s boobs, trying to keep them from swaying.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Are you close, Rajesh?” I heard Aunty asking me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“No, Aunty, I am feeling tired. I need a break,” I said.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz was heartbroken on hearing me. Taking her husband’s cock out of her mouth, she asked, “Did I do something wrong, Rajeshji? Are you not satisfied with me, dear?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“No, no, I need to go to the washroom,” I replied, taking my cock out of her pussy. My cock came from her well-drenched pussy with a ‘plop’ sound. I got up and turned to the washroom when Mumtaz called me, “Come here, Rajeshji.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wondering why she called me, I went near her. Mumtaz held my cum drenched cock in her tiny hands and started licking our combined juices of my cock. Her sudden gesture took me aback. She licked it clean, pulled back the foreskin and sucked my cock head into her mouth.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Everyone in the room was surprised when Mumtaz sucked my cock without inhibitions. For a first-time cock sucker, she was doing a great job. She was creating a vacuum and sucking my cock, and her cheeks were pulled in. Her tongue was playing on my piss hole.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her husband Farhan was watching his naïve wife sucking my cock like a pro. Mumtaz’s fingers were playing with my balls fondly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a few minutes, Mumtaz took my cock out of her mouth and said, “Now go, Rajeshji, I have cleaned it. But please come back soon. We still have a lot of work to do.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Padma Aunty winking at me, said, “Yes…yes….you both have lots of unfinished work. Come back quickly, stud. Your wife’s pussy is throbbing for you. Meanwhile, her first husband will try to satisfy your new wife.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shrugging my head, I ran to the bathroom. I felt guilty as Mumtaz saw and worshipped me as her husband. After relieving myself, I came back to the room. I found Raman Uncle lying beside Mumtaz and getting a blowjob from his wife, Padma.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Padma Aunty was kneeling between her husband’s legs and sucking her hubby’s cock somewhat lazily. I was surprised to see Farhan on top of his wife Mumtaz in a missionary position. He was fucking her. Mumtaz’s eyes lit up on seeing me, and waved to come over.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I wondered how Farhan could fuck a lady with his 2-inch dick. I sat beside Mumtaz. She caressed my face while her hubby was fucking her, watching us. Farhan asked, “Rajesh, do you want to take over?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“No, you continue. Aunty is free. I will take her from behind,” I said halfheartedly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“No, Rajeshji, you are only mine today. I won’t share you with anyone,” Mumtaz said, turning to her hubby, “Get up. Let Rajeshji take me now. You can have me in the morning or anytime. I want to spend the whole night with only Rajeshji.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Padma Aunty got up hearing Mumtaz. She took a pillow, pushed Farhan away from his wife, and placed the pillow under Mumtaz’s ass. Looking at me said, “Come on, Bridegroom, fuck your bride. She was feeling restless when you went to the loo.” And smiled naughtily at me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Without answering her, I got between Mumtaz’s legs. Farhan made way for me and beamed an innocent smile at me. Leaning over, my cock grazing her pussy lips. I saw Padma Aunty mounting her hubby and taking his cock in her. Farhan was sitting and watching two couples, and I saw a hint of sadness in his eyes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tapping on my Aunt’s bum said, “Do you mind taking another dick in you, Aunty?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Padma, turning, said, “You got a new wife with fresh to fuck. Why do you want your old Aunty, baby?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Not me but Farhan. He is feeling lonely,” I said.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Looking at her hubby, Padma Aunty asked him, “Do you mind if your friend takes me, darling?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“It’s ok with me if you are comfortable,” Raman said.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Padma Aunty told Farhan, “Hop on and ride me from behind. You are a lucky guy because I have never fucked a guy apart from my hubby and my boy. You will be my third and first circumcised cock.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Farhan got up, and went behind Padma Aunty, looking down at her buttocks, asked, “Is it ok if I fuck you in your ass, Bhabhi?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Oh fuck, it doesn’t make any difference to me. Fuck me in my asshole, or you can shove your dick in my pussy with my hubby’s. I want to feel two flaccid cocks stretching my pussy.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I saw Farhan bending and trying to shove his two-inch cock into Aunt’s upturned pussy. But he could not, as Uncle’s cock was not allowing it. Then he tried to penetrate her wrinkled asshole. I think he succeeded as he gripped her hips and made to-and-fro motions.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I saw Mumtaz giggling like a little girl seeing her hubby struggling to penetrate Aunt’s asshole. Holding my cock, placing its head at her opening, penetrated her fully in one stroke. Mumtaz shouted at the top of her voice.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The threesome looked at Mumtaz worriedly. She had recovered and smiled at me, caressing my chest and face affectionately.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Teach your bride some manners, Rajesh. She is screaming like someone is groping her. Keep your voice down, Mumtaz,” Padma Aunty scowled at us.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz meekly said, “Sorry, Padma, Rajeshji took me by surprise,” Looking at me said, “Fuck me as you fuck Padma. I will show her if mutton Biriyani is stronger or veg pulao. Fuck me, Rajeshji.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Hhmm, my Muslim bitch in heat is challenging me. Fuck and tear her pussy apart, Rajesh,” Padma said, looking at me. I didn’t want to be part of cock fight between two ladies. Pulling my cock a bit out and started fucking Mumtaz. Her breasts were sawing all over her chest as I fucked her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She was smiling and receiving my thrusts gracefully. Raman Uncle brought his right hand and cupped her right breast from swaying. His thumb was playing with the pointed nipple. Mumtaz, looking at Raman, pulled his head towards her bosom and offered her breast to suck.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Uncle latched onto the nipple and started sucking her nipple. Mumtaz pressed his head to her breast and encouraged him to suck harder. Uncle’s right hand had cupped her left breast and was gently pressing it. I was fucking Mumtaz’s pussy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was dripping cum, continuously lubricating my cock, making it easy. Mumtaz was caressing my face and dipping her finger in my mouth, which I sucked. I saw Farhan bending and holding Padma Aunt’s hanging breasts and thrusting his cock between her ass cheeks.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Everyone was enjoying themselves in the orgy. Raman Uncle had his cock in his wife’s pussy and sucking Mumtaz’s firm breasts. Farhan was fucking my Aunt in her ass and squeezing her breasts. Even though they were flaccid, Padma Aunty had both her holes filled up.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Maybe she was enjoying herself getting sandwiched between two bulky warm bodies. Of course, Mumtaz was having a field day getting fucked by me and getting her breasts fondled and sucked by Raman Uncle.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Babita was the only young girl I fucked. All others were mid-aged ladies but gorgeous ones. But Mumtaz was much better than Babita in looks, colour, body figure and pussy tightness. Who needed heaven when it was right in front of me?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz’s pussy inners gripped my cock tightly, trying to milk me. I knew I was close. Looking at Mumtaz, I said, “I am going to cum. Should I fuck for some more time?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Pushing Uncle off her breasts, Mumtaz quickly said, “I was waiting for this moment, Rajeshji. Please fill me with your seed.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hearing her, I pushed my cock to the hilt and started shooting into her. The first spurt of my cum was absorbed by her barren pussy. The next few spurts overflowed and dripped down her ass cheeks. Mumtaz happily received my warm cum in her. Bending down, I kissed her, still shooting in her pussy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Looks like someone is happy now. Are you satisfied, Mumtaz?” Padma Aunty said who had got disengaged from the threesome. Sitting beside us, Aunty was caressing Mumtaz and my face in affection.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz took her lips from mine and said, “Thank you for sharing Rajeshji with me, Padma. I don’t have words to express myself.” Saying she pulled Aunty and kissed her lips. Both the ladies gorged on each other’s lips like lesbians in heat. I was lying on Mumtaz’s body.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My cock had stopped cumming and had lost some of its hardness. But Mumtaz’s pussy was still gripping my cock tightly despite her pussy being filled to the brim with our juices. I saw Farhan playing with Padma Aunt’s breasts while she was kissing his wife.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Raman was looking at us with his soft cock lying between his thighs. Raman Uncle showed me his wife, who was on her knees, busy kissing Mumtaz. Understanding his indications, I pulled my cock out of Mumtaz’s pussy. I got up and went behind Padma Aunty.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I saw her fleshy ass inviting me. I saw no cum stains in her pussy or her ass hole. I thought that both men had dry fucked her. Pointing my cockhead at her pussy hole, I pushed roughly inside her, showing her no mercy. Padma Aunty moaned into her friend’s mouth as I fucked her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz was shocked to see me fucking Aunty from behind and said angrily, “You could have fucked me again, Rajeshji. I wanted you to be mine the whole night.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Your pussy is filled up. How can I fuck it?” I said.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz: You could have fucked me in my ass.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Me: Don’t joke. You had trouble taking me in your pussy. You will wake up the whole city if I fuck you in your ass.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz: You could have fucked in my mouth as they do it in the porn.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz was behaving like a small girl whose candy was being snatched. Padma Aunty came to my rescue and said, “Take it easy, Mumtaz. I am not going to steal your new husband from you. You can have him anytime you want. He won’t mind fucking four-five times in one night, and being young, he has the stamina.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">But Mumtaz was not happy. I fucked Padma Aunty for a few minutes lubricating her juices on my cock, and pulled out. My cock was stained with fresh juices and was glistening in the room light. I went and, kneeling at Mumtaz’s arms, resting my ass on her breasts, brought my cock to her lips.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said, “Now suck as much as you like.” Mumtaz’s eyes sparkled on seeing my cock looming over her lips, holding it firmly at the base, stretching her tongue out, and licking my cockhead. Licking her lips, she asked, “It tastes funny now. When I sucked last time, it was different. Why Rajeshji?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Again Padma Aunty came to my rescue and said, “Because it’s smeared with three secretions. Mine, yours and your Rajeshji’s cum. Now suck it like a good girl and clean it up thoroughly.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz licked my cock from the base to the top wetting it with her saliva. Her tongue was taking in our cum into her mouth. She licked all around my cock and sometimes my balls too, which were wet too. Mumtaz did not mind my ass crushing her breasts.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">But she was eager to please me, showing how much she loved me. I didn’t know it was infatuation or real love she was showering on me. Anyways it was a win-win situation for me. I got another new fresh pussy to fuck whenever I wish to.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After cleaning my cock, her tongue was fiddling with my piss hole. It was dripping pre-cum again, and she was swallowing it into her mouth.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Suck his head, Mumtaz. He loves it,” Padma Aunty said.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz took my cock head in her mouth and sucked it hard like a little girl sucking candy. Farhan said, “Will you suck mine daily, Mumtaz?” Rolling her eyes at her, hubby nodded while sucking my cock like a real submissive slut.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Lucky guy Farhan, you are in for a treat every night from your lovely wife. Mumtaz will suck your cock, and you can suck her pussy in the 69 position. You both can have an orgasm. If your wife wants a cock, my boy will always be here. I think your marital problem will be solved. She will have a baby and a good cock to fuck. You can get your satisfaction from blowjob every night,” Padma Aunty said, holding Farhan’s cock.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Farhan nodded shyly and said, “Yes, if you don’t mind can I suck your breasts, Bhabhi?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yes, I mind if you don’t suck my breasts like a real man, not like a child,” Padma Aunty said, laughing. Holding her left breast in her right hand placed the nipple on Farhan’s lips, which he sucked into his mouth. Aunty was jerking his cock softly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Farhan’s right hand was on Padma Aunt’s pussy and was fingering her. Mumtaz’s body was shivering, and she had closed her eyes. I turned back and saw Raman Uncle kneeling between Mumtaz’s legs and devouring her pussy. OMG, Uncle was eating our combined cum from her pussy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">His face was smeared with our juices. This was one horny orgy night. Everyone is getting their pound of flesh from someone. When I saw Mumtaz wincing, I asked,” Shall I ask Uncle to stop sucking?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz quickly took my cock out and replied, “No…No…No…It feels nice. Raman Bhaiya is showing me heaven. I thought sucking cock and choot was dirty, but I never thought it would be so wonderful. Fuck my mouth while Raman eats my pussy, Rajeshji.” And took my cock back in her mouth.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I knew she would choke if I pushed my 8-inch cock down her throat. So pushed half of my dick into her mouth and started fucking her mouth. Saliva poured out from her lips. Mumtaz sucked my cock like an obedient slut. Turning back, I saw her legs wrapped across Raman’s neck, urging him to suck her more.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz had turned from a naïve wife into a whore in one night. This was all Padma Aunt’s doing. She will go to extreme lengths to make the fuck memorable. My cock was hardening in her mouth. Afraid she would gag, I pulled my cock from her mouth, got up and sat beside her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz’s left hand was caressing Raman’s hair. Her right hand holding my cock said, “You are hard again, Rajeshji. I don’t mind if you want to fuck me again. Raman Bhaiya has cleaned my pussy. You can fuck it or in my ass. I don’t mind.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I will wait. You get some rest. I know I was hard on you in the beginning. We have the whole night ahead of us,” I said.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yes, I want to use the loo. Will you come with me, Rajeshji?” Mumtaz asked, pushing Raman from her pussy to get up.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">We both went to the bathroom without locking the door. Mumtaz sat on the commode seat and began to piss without any inhabitants. I saw golden yellow piss dripping down from her pussy into the commode.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Holding my cock Mumtaz asked, “Do you want to pee, Rajeshji?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yes, clean yourself and get up,” I said.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I will clean after you pee. Piss between my legs Rajeshji,” Mumtaz said, smiling and holding my cock toward the commode. As I wanted to piss urgently, piss spurted out and fell on her tummy. Mumtaz changed the direction, and it fell on her thighs, wetting her pussy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Gosh, it’s very warm. It feels like taking a hot shower,” Mumtaz said, allowing my piss to fall on her pussy. I thought she was getting kinky. When the piss flow subsided, bending, Mumtaz took my cock in her mouth and sucked it hard. I knew the last few drops were swallowed into her mouth.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Taking my cock out of her mouth, Mumtaz said, “Your piss didn’t taste as bad as I thought. Don’t think bad of me, Rajeshji. It was one of my fantasies to try out. I love you dearly and want to please you. Let’s see what your Aunty is doing with those two men.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When we returned to the room, we saw Padma Aunty on her knees servicing Farhan’s cock. Her husband was drilling her pussy from behind.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz hugging me, said,” Padma is one adventurous lady. I love her guts, and she goes to extreme lengths to complete her work. Be it in the office or the bed. She is one wild lady with lots of guts.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">On Friday, I came back from college at 3 pm. Padma Aunty, who was in the kitchen, called me and said, smiling, “Your new wife and her husband invited you to their house, Rajesh.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I knew she was talking about Farhan, his wife Mumtaz, with whom we had an orgy last Friday night. I said, “But Aunty, they will be in their community clustered area. What will happen if someone comes to know about us?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Do you think they reside in the Shivajinagar area? Their house is in Jayanagar 4th Block. They are filthy rich. Farhan is a nice guy who will take care of you very well. He said his parents have gone to Ajmer Dargah, and his sister has gone for an educational tour. So enjoy your weekend with your bride, boy.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Blushing, I went to my room, took a bath and sat down to study. On Saturday at 6 pm, I stood before the house address Padma Aunty had given. It was not a middle-class house but a huge bungalow. Seeing the house, I guessed Farhan was a rich guy. Who wanted his money when I had his gorgeous wife?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I rang the doorbell. The door opened, and Mumtaz stood before me with a huge smile. “Thanks, Rajeshji, for coming. I can’t express how much I am happy to see you again. I was thinking about you the whole week. Please do come in.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz led me in. I observed her dress. She was wearing a blue nylon saree and a matching blouse. She looked elegant and gorgeous and looked like she had taken bath just now. I saw Farhan sitting on the sofa. Seeing me, he got, giving me a firm handshake.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He said, “Glad you came, Rajesh or-else Mumtaz would have thrown me out today to search for you. Have a seat.” Mumtaz quickly went to the kitchen and returned with a cool drink. She was behaving like a little girl and blushing like a bride. Giving the glass, she sat beside me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was sandwiched between husband and wife. While drinking juice, Mumtaz asked me about college, stroking my face in affection. I was mumbling. I was slightly afraid as I was in a new place.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Do you want to take some time, or do you want to start right now, Rajesh? Mumtaz is very eager, you know, she is mad about you. I want her to have a good time. Please take care of her and satisfy her,” Farhan came right to the point.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz stood up as I kept the glass on the centre table. Pulling me up, she said, “Come, Rajeshji, you can relax in our bedroom.” She led me to their room. I was shocked to see the bedroom, which was almost 500 sq feet. A big cot in the centre, with a sofa on one side and a study table in one corner.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Two walls were full of decorated wardrobes. As I was observing the room, Mumtaz tried to unzip my pant. She said,” I know that you like to get your penis sucked. Shall I suck it, Rajeshji?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Do what you like, Mumthazji,” I said.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“No, Ji, please. Just call me Mumtaz,” Mumtaz said and pulled out my cock from my pants. Seeing it hard, she said, “You are ready like me. We can enjoy ourselves the whole nightFarhanji won’t disturb us. Last time it was a crowd with Padma and Ramanji. I want you to show your love only to me and me to you.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz made me sit on the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor before me. Holding my cock at the base, Mumtaz licked the pre-cum of the tip lapping up my juice. She started licking my cock from the base to the top, stretching her tongue out. She was looking with worshipful eyes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Due to upper body movement, Mumtaz’s saree pallo fell to her lap, revealing her blouse and fair bosom. She was not wearing a bra as her nipples were trying to poke out her thin blouse material.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Seeing me looking at her cleavage, Mumtaz said, “Sorry, I was being selfish. I know how much you like my breasts. One sec, I will remove the blouse, and you can feel and play with them as you like, Rajeshji.” She began unhooking her blouse hooks with one hand, not stopping sucking my cock.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz removed the blouse hooks with one hand with ease. Parting the blouse flaps revealing her twin treasure said, “They were waiting for your touch from last week. They are all yours now.” Saying she took my cock again in her mouth and started sucking without getting teeth on the skin.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dropping my hands down, I caught her perfect C cup firm breasts in each hand and wasn’t surprised to feel the body heat through her breasts. I tapped her hard nipples when Farhan entered the room carrying a laptop. His upper body was bare, and he was wearing only shorts.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He sat in the centre of the bed and said, “Don’t bother about me, Rajesh. You both enjoy yourself. I have some work to finish and will be just a spectator today. Mumtaz has pleasured me by giving me blowjobs daily, which she refused to do earlier. Thanks to you and Padma Bhabhi.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz was unhooking my pant and nudged me to get up. She had removed her blouse by now from her shoulders. I got up and pulled my pants down, along with briefs. I lifted my leg, and she removed it, neatly folding it on the bed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She stood up facing me. Holding my cock in her right hand, raising on her toes, brought her lips close to mine and kissed me on the lips. Her soft, tender sweet lips were crushed to my lips, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I sucked her tender tongue, sucking her saliva into my mouth.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz’s breasts were getting crushed on my chest. I embraced her across her back, feeling the heat of her flesh. Today Mumtaz was very aggressive in kissing. Hugging her tightly. I kissed her back with passion. I saw Farhan jerking his small cock. He was nude now and was watching us.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Still kissing, embracing Mumtaz firmly, lifting her off the floor. She embraced by neck tightly. I carried her to the bed and laid her on the bed gently beside her husband. Mumtaz was blushing, looking at her husband. I sat near her legs. She folded her legs with knees up and feet on the bed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her saree, which was at her knees, fell to her midriff, exposing her creamy thighs and legs. My eyes fell on her crotch. It was covered by panties and soiled in the front with her juices. I roamed my hand on her mound, feeling her wetness.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I pressed the panties, which dipped in her slit showing the wet slit line. Holding the waistband, I was about to pull her panties but stopped. Looking at Farhan, I asked, “Shall I?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Go ahead, boy. You needn’t ask my permission. She is all yours,” Farhan said.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz had already lifted her ass off the bed and looked at me. I peeled the sticky panties from my legs and threw them on the floor. Widening her legs, pussy lips parting, she asked, “I am ready for you, my love.” Without answering, I removed my shirt, getting fully nude.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I knelt between her legs and mouthed her pussy. Mumtaz was surprised to see me eating her pussy. She lifted her ass, thrusting her mound to my face. She just had an orgasm as her pussy leaked non-stop, smearing my face with her juices. I was licking her lips and lapping her dripping juices.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz had opened her lips with both hands, indicating I pushed my tongue inside. I dipped my tongue in her slit and tongue fucked her. She was thrashing her body on the bed. My one hand were on her tummy, trying to pin her down. I inserted my right hand middle finger into her love hole and finger fucked her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yes…Yes… You are doing good, Rajeshji. Keep fucking me. I am close again,” Mumtaz groaned.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Finger fucking her, I moved my tongue to her clit and began licking it. Mumtaz was moaning at the top of her voice, showing how much she loved my finger and mouth on her pussy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“God! I am cumming, Rajeshji!” Mumtaz shouted and pressed my head to her pussy, not allowing me to breathe.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then I heard a female voice screaming, “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE, BHAIYA?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I couldn’t turn back as Mumtaz held my head. I looked at Farhan, who looked shocked and covered his crotch with a pillow. Pulling Mumtaz’s hands off my head, I turned back. I saw a lady dressed in jeans standing near the door. Her face flushed with anger and shock.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I got up and covered my manhood with a pillow, like Farhan. I saw Mumtaz enjoying her orgasm, unaware of the stranger in the room. Her pussy was wide open. Bending, I pulled her saree over her legs and covered her thighs and pussy from the stranger lady. I covered her chest with her saree pallo.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I will explain, Ayesha,” Farhan was pleading with the lady with a meek tone.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What is there to explain, bhaiya? Some boy is eating your wife’s… chee…that too in front of you. Don’t you feel ashamed to allow Bhabhi to get so intimate with a boy in our house? He looks younger than me. Who is this boy, by the way?” The lady shouted.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“This is Rajesh, my friend Raman’s nephew. Rajesh, this is my sister, Ayesha,” Farhan introduced us.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">So this lady was Farhan’s younger sister Ayesha. I observed her. She was around 25, wearing jeans and a shirt. I was amused to see her flat chest, skinny legs and arms. But she had a cute baby-like face and was very fair. What she lacked in her body made up with her face.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She resembled 90’s cinema actress Mamata Kulkarni.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Seeing me studying her, Ayesha asked me, “How old are you, and what are you doing?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I am 20 and studying 2nd Engineering,” I replied confidently.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hearing the commotion, Mumtaz got up. Seeing her sister-in-law Ayesha, her face turned white as if she had seen a ghost. She looked at her husband, me and then at Ayesha. Wrapping her pallo across her breasts, Mumtaz asked meekly, “When did you come, Ayesha?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I came when you were getting your pussy eaten by this boy,” Ayesha screamed at her Bhabhi.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hearing the word pussy, Mumtaz cringed and asked, “You were supposed to come tomorrow evening. How did you come in? I had locked the main door.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Have you forgotten that I have keys, and this is my house too? I don’t need your nor your cuckold husband’s permission,” Ayesha said, and her tone was a bit softer now.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I can understand your view Ayesha, but what to do? I have my desires too. As a woman, I hope you can understand me,” Mumtaz said, seeing Ayesha mellowed down.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What is there to understand, Bhabhi? Is my brother not a man enough to satisfy your urges?” Ayesha said.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Removing the pillow from his crotch, revealing his two-inch dick, Farhan said, “Tell me, how can I satisfy my wife with this? Moreover, my sperm count is less. That’s why Mumtaz couldn’t bear my child for five years.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“If it is for the baby, you could have undergone IVF. Why are you allowing this boy to fuck your wife?” Ayesha said, looking at her brother’s cock.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“As my sperm count is less, we must depend on strangers’ sperm. We won’t know what type of person he is. Moreover, all our relatives and friends will come to know about my weakness. Rajesh is a known boy, and I trust him completely,” Farhan gave a long speech.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I agree, you want a good sperm. You could have given the doctor his semen, and Bhabhi could have born his baby. Why are you allowing this boy to fuck your wife?” Ayesha said.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Don’t you want your Bhabhi to enjoy the sexual desires I cannot provide her? Rajesh will come only when we ask him. It will be discreet. We did it in our home as you and our parents were not here. This won’t happen in this house again. I will book a room in a hotel from now on,” Farhan said, looking at his wife and sister.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“How come you came early, Ayesha? Did Imran not satisfy you properly?” Mumtaz said to Ayesha with a naughty smile.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ayesha’s face turned red on hearing the name Imran. She mumbled and said meekly, “Who…which Imran are you talking about, Bhabhi?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“The mechanic guy Imran, Ayesha. Do you think that I don’t know that you have been fucking him for 2 years? I didn’t tell your brother or your parents. I know you are a grown-up girl and know your responsibilities. I won’t interfere in your life. I expect you to do the same.” Mumtaz said with an authoritative tone.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Everyone in the room was stunned, including me. I was surprised to see the other side of Mumtaz, who I thought was a naïve housewife. I wanted to hug her and show my appreciation. But I didn’t, as the family saga was still on.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yes Bhabhi, I am sorry bhaiya,” Ayesha was about to cry.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Relax, Ayesha. I knew you had booked a room at Ramanasree Resorts for today and tomorrow. I don’t like that guy, but I kept quiet as I knew you were wiser than me.” Mumtaz said.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“That bastard wanted me to sleep with his friends in the resort. I slapped him and came back,” Ayesha said, controlling her tears.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You did a good thing. Now if your argument is over, will you please leave? Rajesh ji has ignited the fire in me, as you saw. I need him to douse the fire. No hard feelings Ayesha. You are still my cute sister-in-law and my best friend,” Mumtaz said, trying to make Ayesha leave the room.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I have to stay in the house in my room, instead why don’t I stay here and watch the live show? If you and Bhai don’t mind,” Ayesha said with a kinky smile.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz nervously looked at her hubby and me. Farhan shrugging his shoulders, said, “If you and Rajesh are ok with having Ayesha here, I don’t mind. This is your room, Mumtaz. You take a call.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz looked at me, and I nodded yes. She thought for a moment and said, “Fine, you can stay, Ayesha. But this is our room, and whatever happens in this room stays in this room. My rules, and you will respect your Bhai and me like before. If you agree, I don’t mind. Moreover, I will be happy.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hearing Mumtaz, Ayesha clapped her hands, giggling, and jumped into the centre of the bed. To her right was her bhai, and towards the left was her Bhabhi. She was still sitting, with her saree distorted. The blue petticoat was seen, and a thin nylon saree pallo could not hide her breasts.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Sorry for the confusion Rajeshji. Feel free and forget that Ayesha is present here,” Mumtaz said, holding out her arms. Still holding the pillow on my crotch, I climbed the bed, lying on Mumtaz. I threw the pillow when my cock was buried in her crotch.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I saw Ayesha staring at me with a naughty smile. I lifted my body off Mumtaz and pulled her pallo, hiding her breasts. Mumtaz’s breasts juggled and shone brightly in the room light. Bending my head, I licked her right nipple, coating it with my saliva and looking up at Ayesha.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ayesha was staring at her Bhabhi’s boob, getting licked wide-eyed. Winking at her, I took Mumtaz’s nipple in my mouth and sucked it. Both the ladies in the room gave out a loud moan. Alternatively, I sucked both nipples while Ayesha watched.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My right hand searched for the sari knot near Mumtaz’s navel, pulled it out from the petticoat and threw the saree. Brought my face down, kissed her tummy and stopped near the navel. I dipped my tongue in her deep navel and swirled it wetting it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz was holding my hair and wrapping her legs around my back. Her bare thighs were giving me warmth to my shoulders. Her legs and thighs should be exposed, I thought.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I lowered my head to her mound and found the gap in the petticoat where the cord came full circle. The gap was just above her pussy. I dipped my tongue and licked her pussy lips. My fingers untied the petticoat cord and tried to pull it down.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz lifted her ass as I removed the petticoat from her legs. Once it came below her pussy, Mumtaz covered her mound with her hand. I threw the petticoat. Looking at Farhan and his sister, I removed Mumtaz’s hand from her pussy, exposing it to them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Farhan was jerking his cock using his right hand, and I saw Ayesha’s hand on her brother’s hand. My cock had regained its hardness and was seen by Ayesha. Bending, I gave a few licks to Mumtaz’s pussy and saw Ayesha pushing her bhai’s hand away and holding his tiny cock firmly in her right hand.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her left hand was inside her shirt, playing with her breasts. I thought enough of foreplay. I came up face close to Mumtaz. Resting on my hands, my cock hovering over her pussy, I asked her, “Shall I, Dear?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz’s eyes glowed as I called her dear for the first time. She kissed my chin and said, “I am always ready for you, darling.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Knowing that my cock was in position, I pushed hard, and my cock penetrated her by spreading her lips wide open.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Aaahhh…yes…push…push more, Rajeshji,” Mumtaz said, moaning.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I saw Ayesha had removed her shirt and pressed her tiny tits on the bra with one hand. The other hand was still jerking her brother’s cock. Looking at Ayesha’s tiny hand playing with my tiny cock. I pushed my cock deep, and it hit the cervix.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz had closed her eyes as her pussy was filled, stretching it and was enjoying herself. I signalled Ayesha to come forward, who looked at me confused but obliged me by bending her upper body a bit, right hand still jerking Farhan’s cock.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My hands went to her back, and unhooking her bra removed it from her shoulders. Ayesha was topless now, and I saw her A-cup breasts. It was like an inverted saucer with long thick nipples. Cupping one breast, I sucked the other fully into my mouth.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ayesha encircled her arms across my neck and pressed my head to her chest. My free hand unzipped her pant, slipped my fingers into her panties and cupped her pussy. I found her pussy covered with abundant pubic hairs. My fingers found her lips in the hairy jungle.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I dipped my middle finger in the slit and rubbed it thoroughly. Ayesha’s tiny body shivered as I played with her pussy while sucking her tit. After a few seconds, I felt a hand hitting on my chest. I turned and saw Mumtaz glaring at me, saying, “Don’t forget that I am your wife, Rajeshji.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I stopped sucking her breast and pulled my hand from Ayesha’s pants. Bring my face up, I kissed her lips and whispered, “Farhanji loves getting a blowjob. If you are interested, you can suck him. I know it is incest, but everything is fair in love.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ayesha biting my lower lips, whispered, “I am horny. That bastard Imran tricked me. I don’t mind sucking bhai’s dick, but will you fuck me after you finish Bhabhi.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I have plans for you. Just play along with me,” saying I pushed her back and smiled at Mumtaz.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What were you both whispering, Rajeshji?” Mumtaz asked with curiosity.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I was saying that I love her long nipples, Mumtazji,” I said.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Again, Ji, I won’t call nor talk with you if you call me Mumthazji again,” Mumtaz hissed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Sorry, dear. Shall we start?” I asked, and she nodded.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Pulling back my cock a bit, I penetrated her again. My cock was well-lubed with her juices, and it made me easy to fuck her making slushing sounds. As I asked, Ayesha was bending and sucking Farhan’s cock.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">His one hand was toying with her nipple, and the other hand was trying to get to her pussy. It was difficult for Farhan to reach his sister’s pussy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Remove her pants, Farhanji,” I said, turning at Mumtaz said, “Shall we help them, Mumtaz?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz nodded, and we both, holding Ayesha’s pant waistband, pulled it off her hips, ass and thighs. Ayesha straightened her legs, helping us to remove her pant from her legs. I threw the pant and said,” Enjoy your sister’s pussy Farhanji.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Farhan smiling, dipped his fingers into Ayesha’s panties. He started playing with her pussy while she sucked his tiny cock. Mumtaz pulling my hair, said, “Now can we enjoy ourselves, dear?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nodding, I began fucking Mumtaz. She lifted her ass off the bed and tried to fuck me back with full enthusiasm. Her breasts swayed on her chest wildly, and I dug into her deeply and roughly. I ravaged Mumtaz’s pussy for ten minutes, and she was sweating profusely.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I fucked her relentlessly. I saw Ayesha stop sucking and get laid beside her Bhabhi. Her panties were in place but stained with her juices and bread thing hard. Maybe her lips were aching from giving a blowjob.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz turning right, cupped her sister-in-law’s tiny tit in her palm and asked, “Did you enjoy sucking your brother’s cock, Ayesha?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yeah, Bhabhi. It was fun. Luckily he didn’t cum in my mouth despite sucking him for ten minutes,” Ayesha said.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz twisting Ayesha’s long nipple, said, “He takes a long time to cum, and my lips will be sore. You have nice nipples, Ayesha, like cow udders ready to feed milk.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“All my boyfriends have teased me about my nipples. Your breasts are gorgeous like the rest of your body. I wish I had a figure like yours, but our parents gave bhai a small dick and gave me small boobs.” Ayesha said with sadness in her eyes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz taking Ayesha’s left, placing it on her right breast, said, “You can play with mine anytime you want. I don’t mind if you want to suck it. Feel free to talk with me. I am like your friend.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Is it Bhabhi?” Ayesha jumped and, kneeling, took her Bhabhi’s nipple and began to suck. Her ass was facing me. I pulled her panties down to her knees. Looking at Farhan, I said, “Don’t you want to return the favour to your sister Farhanji?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Understanding my intention, Farhan came behind his sister and pulled the panties from her legs. He nudged Ayesha to spread her legs which she did. I saw her pussy lips opening up amid the hairy jungle. Farhan parting the pubic hairs, began to lick his sister’s pussy which was dripping lots of juices.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ayesha was sucking Mumtaz’s breast like a baby and fondling the other. It was supposed to be one-to-one with Mumtaz. But it was turning out to be another orgy like last time. But this time, it was brother and sister joining us. I was still fucking Mumtaz, but the vigour was gone.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was getting tired and needed a break. Pulling my cock I laid on Mumtaz’s left. Mumtaz turning towards me, wiping my sweat from my face, asked, “Shall I get you a drink Rajeshji?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Pushing Ayesha from her breast, Mumtaz got up, wriggling her ass went out. Ayesha looked at me, feeling abandoned. I brought my hips close to her face and said, “If you want to taste your Bhabhi, you can suck my cock, Ayesha.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Looking into my eyes, Ayesha said, “I have never sucked a fucked up cock. I will suck but promise you won’t cum in my mouth.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Mumtaz will kill me if I cum in your mouth. That’s reserved for her, don’t worry, I won’t cum till you ask me to,” I said, laughing.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ayesha, bending, took my cock in her mouth and sucked the head for a few seconds. Dropping her head down took my 8-inch in her mouth, my head hitting the back of her throat. Saliva was pouring from the sides of her lips. I knew she was an experienced cock sucker.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now she began to bob on my cock fucking it with her mouth while her brother was eating her pussy furiously. Ayesha sucked my cock like a possessed lady for five minutes. Mumtaz came in with four beer pint bottles and was not amused to see her sister-in-law sucking me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She gave me a bottle and pulled Ayesha’s mouth off my cock. Ayesha looked confusingly at her Bhabhi with teary eyes, cheeks and lips smeared with cum and saliva.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Pushing me a bit took my place, bringing her crotch close to Ayesha’s face and said, “That’s a sample you tasted from Rajeshji’s cock. Come drink it from the source.” Saying she pressed Ayesha’s face to her pussy. Without saying anything, Ayesha began to eat Mumtaz’s pussy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She was sandwiched between her brother and his wife. I looked under Ayesha, long nipples craving for attention, took both her nipples between my fingers and began to pull them down as if to milk her. Ayesha was mumbling into her Bhabhi’s pussy. Her back was sweating a lot.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mumtaz felt satisfied as she had turned her sister-in-law into a complete slut. She won’t be able to reveal our illicit relationship to anyone. I also felt relieved as Mumtaz’s marital life would be shaky.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Are you ready, Rajeshji?” I came to my senses hearing Mumtaz and nodded as I had finished the beer and felt energetic. Mumtaz pushed Ayesha away and broke the oral chain as Farhan, too, got up. Ayesha slept on her back, fully drained out.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Pubic hairs were wet, her breasts reddened, and her face smeared with juices and saliva. I was surprised when I saw Mumtaz coming on top of Ayesha in the 69 position, pressing her pussy to her sister-in-law’s mouth. But she didn’t mouth her pussy as it was hairy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was looking at her ass cheeks and upturned pussy. Ayesha was licking her Bhabhi’s clit lazily. “Fuck me, Rajeshji. Let her see you fucking me closely, and she will keep her mouth shut about our affair,” Mumtaz said, turning back to me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kneeling behind Mumtaz, lubricated my cock sliding along her wet lips. Her lips were wide open, inviting me. I pushed my cock deep into her with one big thrust. Mumtaz’s body shivered and collapsed on Ayesha’s tiny body. Her soft ass was giving good cushion while I rammed her pussy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">My balls were swaying, hitting Ayesha’s nose, cheeks and forehead. Ayesha opened her eyes and, seeing my balls began to lick them. As it was swinging, she couldn’t, so she was tonguing my cock as it was moving in and out of her Bhabhi pussy. When it was deep inside Mumtaz’s pussy, she would lick her clit.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bending her head down, Mumtaz was receiving my ramming without any complaints. Farhan was watching his wife getting fucked doggy style. I fucked Mumtaz for about ten minutes and knew I was close. I was here to impregnate her and help her have a baby.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Holding her tummy, I lifted her off Ayesha and made her lie on her back comfortably. In the melee, my cock was out of her pussy. I lifted her ass, placed a pillow under her, and got ready to mount her again.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Are you ready to shoot, Rajeshji?” Mumtaz asked me, wiping the sweat from her face. I nodded. “Come, my love, fill me with your love, darling,” Mumtaz shouted.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Bhaiya, come, I will make you cum while your wife takes his seed inside her,” Ayesha was bending and sucking her brother’s cock furiously. I rammed my cock into Mumtaz’s pussy and started shooting inside her. Mumtaz closing her eyes, was receiving my fertile seed in her pussy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her pussy will fill up, cum dripping down her ass and staining the sheets. I saw Farhan holding his sister’s head firmly and could sense him shooting inside her mouth as I saw a drop of cum near the edge of her lips. I fell on Mumtaz’s body, crushing her breasts, felt my cock shrinking inside her pussy and dozed off.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I got up when I sensed my cock being sucked. I opened my eyes to see Ayesha kneeling and sucking cock. It was already morning. I tried to push her away. But she, firmly holding my cock at the base, was slurping my head off the dried cum stains from my cock.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was too exhausted to fight with her and allowed her. I felt the urge to pee as I had a beer.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Leave me. I got to pee. I will piss in your mouth if you don’t get up,” I said angrily.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Is it? I don’t mind drinking your pee. No…no…wait, let’s go to the washroom or else Bhabhi will kill me if you stain her sheets,” saying. She pulled me up, and I got up.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I thought she was one sex-maniac lady but followed her to the washroom. Lifting the commode seat, Ayesha sat on the commode and opened her mouth wide. Holding my cock, I began to pee. The first few drops fell on her chest. Ayesha bending a bit, tried to catch my piss in her mouth.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">A few spurts went into her mouth. I changed the direction towards her thighs. Ayesha quickly took my cock in her mouth, and I had to release my bladder down her throat. After emptying, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. Ayesha pushed me out of the bathroom.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She said, “Don’t tell bhaiya or Bhabhi about this. It was my kinky desire. Now leave. I want to take a bath. Don’t forget that you still haven’t fucked me.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I came out of the bathroom wondering if she was a sex maniac. I came to the room and saw Mumtaz dressed and tidying the bed. Seeing me, she asked,” Did you sleep well, Rajeshji?” I nodded, and she continued,” Go take a bath, and I have kept Farhan’s dress for you to wear. Breakfast will be ready.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She took me to another room and showed me the bathroom with Jacuzzi. I turned on the Jacuzzi and got in the tub. After taking a bath, I came out of the bathroom wearing tracks and a shirt. I came down to the dining hall. I saw Ayesha serving breakfast, wearing a long T-shirt with her legs bare.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Where are Farhanji and Mumtaz? I asked Ayesha.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Bhai went to an urgent meeting, and Bhabhi went to the supermarket to get groceries. She has given leave to all our servants because of you and asked me to serve breakfast,” Ayesha said.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I sat and had breakfast and was about to get up when she said, “Not so fast young man. Remove your pant while I clean the table.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Knowing she would not leave me without getting fucked, I removed my pant and briefs. My cock was still in slumber, and she cleaned the table in a hurry. Ayesha saw my cock and said, “Why is your cock still sleeping? Does it get hard seeing my Bhabhi?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ayesha sat on my lap, facing me with her legs on either side. I knew she was not wearing panties when her nude buttocks touched my thighs. She gripped my hair and said, “I know how to wake him up.” And kissing me on my lips, her right hand took hold of my cock and began to pull it hard.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sensing my cock hardening, Ayesha lifted her ass, pointing my cock at her hole tried to take it in. Only my cockhead went in, Ayesha grunting sat down on my cock, taking it inside her. Beaming, she said, “Mission accomplished.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Still, 3 inches is out. You can take it fully in a missionary position, not in this position,” I said.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What……you have gone deeper than Imran. It’s ok, next time I will try to take you fully inside me,” said Ayesha beginning to hop on my cock. After a few thrusts, I heard the door open but couldn’t see as my back was to the door. But saw Ayesha’s face turning white in fear.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">She panicked and got off my thighs, leaving my cock in the air. I turned back and saw a middle-aged Muslim man in his mid-fifties and a burqa-clad woman staring at us. The man was fuming in anger, eyeing Ayesha.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ayesha straightened her shirt, trying to cover her cunt from the visitors. But her skinny legs and half thighs were on display. Poking my shoulder, she murmured, “This is my Chachu. Please go to the room Rajesh. I will handle this.”</span></p>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-67864886329220297172023-08-01T19:08:00.004-07:002023-08-01T19:08:00.145-07:00Horny couple has threesome with 21yo girl<div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I’m Sakshi, a 36-year-old married woman living in Mumbai with my husband, Mayank and 2 children. Mayank and I have been happily married for 10 years. He is a gentle husband in front of everyone. But in bed, he could be a hardcore lover, and I love that about him.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Even after 10 years of marriage, we kept our sex life interesting. From dirty roleplays to BDSM, we have tried many things in bed. This became possible because Mayank is open-minded and supportive towards my sex fantasies.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">This incident occurred a few months ago. My husband and I had plans to go out to attend a late-night dinner party. So, I called my next-door neighbour Anjali to look after our kids until we returned from the party.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali is a 21-year-old beautiful young girl living next door. She is very helpful and cares for our kids in our absence. That evening she took our kids along with her. Once they were gone, I started to prepare for the party while my husband took a shower.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I wore a black cocktail dress and sat in front of the mirror to do my makeup. While doing my makeup, my husband came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He is 6 feet tall and has a stone-hard muscular body with broad shoulders.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a name='more'></a></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">He came close to me and hugged me from behind. His muscular arms were around my waist, and he kissed me on the neck. I felt an amazing sensation in my body.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Me: Baby! We can do this later. Get ready quickly. Otherwise, we will be late.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank then turned me around and gave me a hard lip-lock kiss. With his one hand around my waist and the other crushing my right boob, he kept sucking my lips. I could feel the heat of his body and his hard cock inside the towel.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Me: Baby! Please! You will wrinkle my dress.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank: Don’t worry, sweetheart, with such a bomb figure inside, nobody will notice wrinkles on your dress.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">He then pulled down my dress to expose my boobs. My boobs are size 34D and are milky white with tiny pink nipples. I had not worn any bra that time, just had my nipple covers on. Mayank bit off my nipple covers with his mouth and started sucking my boobs.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was moaning softly and running my hands all over his body. Then he picked me up in his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His towel fell, and his 8-inch-long fat dick was standing erect. I felt his dick poking my ass.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank: Don’t think you wear such a dress in front of me, and I will let you go without filling you up with my cream.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank took me to the bed, and we fell on the bed with Mayank on the top. While kissing each other, Mayank lifted my dress and tore off my thong to expose my wet pink pussy. I could feel his hot rod rubbing against my wet pussy and thigh.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We started rolling naked on the bed, sometimes me on the top and sometimes Mayank on top of me. Then I stood in the doggy position and asked Mayank to fuck me from behind. Mayank buried his face between my ass cheeks and licked my pussy.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">By then, I was already soaking wet, and Mayank was licking it off. Suddenly he bit on my pussy lips, and I moaned hard. Mayank loved that. He spanked my ass after that, and I asked for a more and harder spanking. He spanked and turned those ass cheeks red.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Finally, he went for my pussy. He stood behind me and shoved his dick inside my pussy. He gave some hard strokes inside my pussy with his fat cock. After doggy style, we switched to a missionary position. In missionary, he hugged me tight and gave slow and hard strokes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soon I felt the orgasm building inside me, so I grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper. I felt his dick hitting the inner walls of my vagina.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Me: Yes! Yes! Yes, baby! Harder! Harder! Oh god! I’m cumming! I’m cumming.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Before I could cum, I felt Mayank’s hot cum filling my pussy. With a hard stroke, he dumped all his cream inside me. I spread my legs wider and pulled him closer, and he kept humping me. Soon I busted and cum like a fountain and made a mess around his cock.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I felt really satisfied after cumming. We lay there for a while with Mayank’s cock inside me. Suddenly my eyes went to the door, and I saw Anjali standing there. I screamed, pushed Mayank off me, and tried to cover myself with the bedsheet.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Before I could cover myself, Anjali saw my naked boobs and creampied pussy. And she saw Mayank’s erect dick in full view. She screamed, too and ran out to the living room. I adjusted my dress to cover my boobs and pussy and went after her to the living room.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali: I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I thought you guys already left. Your son asked for his toy, so I came inside without knocking using the duplicate keys.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali was terrified by the situation, and so was I. If she told her parents about it, they would never let her be around us. I went to her and tried to calm her down. It took me a minute, but she finally went normal. I requested her not to share this with anyone, and she agreed.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">For the next few days, things were quite awkward between us. She barely talked with me and my husband. So, one day I called Anjali to have a chat with her. I asked her not to be uncomfortable around us, and she could talk normally.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Anjali got a little comfortable, she confessed something I wasn’t expecting. She told me she had a crush on my husband for a while. That day when she saw him naked, she went crazy. She told me that she masturbated imagining the scene of me getting fucked by my husband.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali was expecting I would be furious by that, but it made me feel relieved and even aroused. A beautiful teenage girl who herself is so hot is imagining me getting fucked by my husband while masturbating. I was even blushing that time.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I told her she didn’t have to worry about it. If she liked, I could share even more of my adventures with her, to which she heartedly agreed. Then I told her about our trip to Goa, after which I got pregnant for the first time.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I told Anjali how one night, we were walking on the beach of Goa and decided to take a swim. It was dark, and nobody was around, so we jumped in the water in our underwear. After some time, Mayank picked me up in his arms, and we started making out in the water.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We were standing in the sea, half submerged under the water. Mayank pulled down my bra to expose my boobs, then shoved his dick inside my pussy. Waves were washing our bodies while Mayank fucked me hard.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Once he was done in the water, he brought me to the beach and fucked me there. I was lying on the sand with waves washing my feet, and Mayank was on top of me, pumping his cum deep inside my womb. That night we fucked on an open beach till dawn.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">That was the first time we tried outdoor sex, and it was an amazing experience. After that trip, I discovered I was pregnant, and that’s how my first son was made. While I was telling this story to Anjali, she listened with great curiosity. Also, there was lust in her eyes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali: That was a hot sex adventure. I wish I could ever try something like that.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I blushed at her compliment and told her she could try anything with the right partner when suddenly something clicked in my head. Mayank and I always wanted to try a threesome with another female partner but couldn’t find anyone. I thought of convincing Anjali.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Me: Do you want to try a threesome with Mayank and me?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">She was shocked by my offer, which I was expecting. But I knew she liked Mayank and would love to be in a threesome with him. I cunningly approached her so that she would agree.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Me: I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you that. It’s just that Mayank would love to have a threesome with you. We would take care of all your needs and give you the pleasure of your life. But no pressure if you want to say no.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali was quiet for a while. I could see the excitement in her eyes, but she was hesitating to say yes. I insisted on convincing her for the threesome, and she agreed. I immediately called Mayank to give him the good news, and he was excited too.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">A few days later, we all met at my home to try a threesome, and everything was planned. My kids were at my in-law’s home, and Anjali was alone. Anjali came to our home, and I gave her a nightgown to get changed.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I, too, was wearing a nightgown with no lingerie inside. Mayank was just in his underwear. We were sitting in the bedroom waiting for Anjali to get changed. When she came out, my husband and I were shocked by the beauty of her body.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The nightgown was made of thin fabric, and we could see Anjali’s nipples poking out of it. It barely covered her ass, and we could see her thick thighs. I took her to the bed with me and asked my husband to sit beside me and watch for a while.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali and I were sitting on our knees facing each other in the bed. I ran my hands gently on her face and slowly went down to her boobs and then to her ass. She liked my touch and started moaning softly. Her nipples were tight, and she was ready for it.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. Our boobs collided, and I started sucking her lips. It was a hot and wet kiss. My saliva was all over her face and mouth. I shoved my tongue in her mouth while my hands crushed her ass.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I gently pulled down our nightgowns while kissing, and now our naked boobs were crushing against each other. I noticed my husband was rubbing his fat cock, watching me making out with Anjali. This suddenly made me over-excited.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I pulled Anjali by her hair and squeezed her boobs hard. I started kissing all over her face and neck. Suddenly her soft moan turned into a loud one. Then I spread her legs and shoved my 2 fingers inside her pussy. Her pussy juice was flowing out like a river.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali jumped due to that, but I grabbed her and fingered her hard. She was holding on to my boobs. As I increased the speed, she squeezed them even harder. My husband jumped in the bed with us and shoved his dick between our lips. He asked us to make out along with his dick.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank: Don’t be shy, my girls. Just taste Daddy’s dick.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now Anjali and I were kissing with Mayank’s dick between our lips. He was petting our heads like his bitches and moving his dick back and forth between our lips. We were on our knees licking Mayank’s dick and balls, covering them with our saliva.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank: Oh yes! That’s my girl. You both are looking damn sexy, licking my balls.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Me: Let Anjali give you a blowjob, honey.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">So, Mayank grabbed Anjali by her hair and made her stand in a doggy position. From the front, he started fucking her mouth. From the back, I started eating her pussy. My face was buried between her ass cheeks while eating her pussy. I could hear her gagging on my husband’s dick.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I saw Mayank holding her head and fucking her mouth like a beast. I didn’t stop either and kept on eating and biting her pussy. In no time, we made her cum so hard that she made a mess all over our bed. I licked her pussy juice and cleaned it.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">After the orgasm, she lay down on the bed to relax. I saw her face had turned red due to the hard mouth fuck Mayank gave her. Then I went on top of her and started making out in a missionary position. Then I spread her legs and started scissoring with her.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our wet pussies rubbed against each other, and I played with her boobs. I was humping her hard, and our thighs colliding echoed in the room. While scissoring Anjali, I pulled Mayank closer and asked him to join us.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I grabbed Mayank by his neck and started making out with him while rubbing my pussy against Anjali’s wet cunt. Then I made Mayank kiss Anjali, and then I kissed Anjali. We took turns kissing each other and exchanging our saliva.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali: Ah! Ah! Yes! Yes! This is amazing. Mayank, I want you to fuck me now.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Me: Go on, Mayank. This whore’s pussy is itching for your dick.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank: Yes, I will. But remember, I will fuck you raw and hard. Even If you beg to stop in between, I will rail you until I have not come.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali: Yes, please.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank grabbed both of us and rolled us on top of him. He spanked our ass cheeks so hard that we cried in pain and excitement. He kept on spanking us and marked our ass cheeks with his handprints.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank: I won’t fuck until you beg for it. Beg like a bitch for Daddy’s dick. Show me how big slut you are for Daddy’s dick.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali: Please, Daddy! Fuck your little bitch. Make me your whore, and mark my pussy as yours.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank: That’s like my bitch.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank made me, and Anjali lay in the missionary position with Anjali on top of me. Then Mayank climbed over Anjali and shoved his cock in her pussy from behind. As his fat cock entered her pussy she started screaming like a bitch.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I grabbed Anjali tight and put my hand on her mouth so that Mayank could fuck her easily. Mayank was pushing hard to enter her tight pussy. Her eyes were tearing in pain. I asked her to remain calm, and it all be fun in a few minutes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank: Her pussy is tight as fuck. Just like a virgin girl. Oh, baby! I’m going to stretch it with my cock.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">His dick was stretching her pussy, and he kept on pushing it until he was all inside her. Anjali suddenly made a painful moaning sound. I couldn’t say if she was crying or enjoying it or both. But Mayank didn’t care and started fucking her.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali: Ah! Ah! Mayank! It’s so big.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank: Yes, my slut. I’m going all the way inside you. I can feel my dick hitting your womb.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank was fucking her like a mad dog from behind while I was playing with her boobs and kissing her lips from the front. I rubbed my pussy on Anjali’s thighs and the mixture of her cum. Mayank’s cum was dripping from her pussy and was falling over my pussy.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a few minutes of fucking, Anjali started moaning hard. Her pain was gone completely, and she was enjoying the hardcore fuck. Soon she cum hard and collapsed over me. Mayank took out his dick from Anjali’s pussy and shoved it in my pussy.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">His dick was covered in her pussy juice, and it slipped easily inside me. Anjali was still lying unconscious between us while Mayank was going on fucking my pussy. I lifted my legs and spread them for him to penetrate my pussy even deeper.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In no time, I felt an orgasm. So I clenched his dick inside my pussy and started to moan.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Me: Baby! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Don’t stop! Harder! Destroy my fucking pussy! Ah!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I cum so hard that I lost consciousness for a while. I don’t know what happened next, but I woke up suddenly and couldn’t breathe. I woke up and saw Mayank sitting on top of me, shoving his dick deep into my throat.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank: Wake up, Babygirl. Don’t fall asleep now. Suck and clean the cum out of Daddy’s dick.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I noticed me and Anjali were lying side by side, completely naked. Our faces were covered in thick white cum. Mayank was taking turns to mouth fuck both of us and making us lick the cum out of his dick. I was feeling good and relaxed after the orgasm.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I thanked both Mayank and Anjali for this amazing threesome. I bought them close and kissed them both at the same time. I could feel all our saliva and cum mixing through our mouths. After that, I lay down on the bed and fell asleep.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">After some time, I woke up due to some noise. I was so tired even to open my eyes. I tried to open my eyes a little and saw Mayank and Anjali were fucking on the bedside. Mayank was carrying her in his arms and was fucking her standing. He was spreading her legs wide open and giving her a hard thrust.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank: Take it, bitch! Take it all in, like my little slut.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali: Yes! Yes! Give it to me, Daddy!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank then slammed her into the bed and climbed on top of her, and started fucking her. The sound of their bodies colliding was echoing in the room. Mayank was giving so hard thrusts that the entire bed was shaking.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I couldn’t say how long that fuck session went on as I fell asleep again. But that night, I kept on waking up due to their noise. Once I woke up, and saw both of them beside me. Anjali was standing in a doggy position. Mayank was behind her. She was begging him to go slow.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali: Baby! Please, not the ass. I’m a virgin. Ah! No! Slowdown.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank: I’m not letting you sleep without riding that ass. Just bear with me for some time.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mayank was grabbing her hair like a whip from behind and riding her ass like a horse. With each thrust, her entire body was shaking. Her ass cheeks had already turned red, and she was moaning like hell.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">That night my husband Mayank had fucked her virgin ass, probably more than once. Even while sleeping, I heard her loud moaning the whole night. The next morning when I woke up, I saw all three of us sleeping naked in each other’s arms.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I looked over at Anjali and saw her boobs were covered with bite marks that I gave her. Her pussy was still red and swollen, and thick white cum dripped. I understood they were fucking till morning.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I went down on her and started licking my husband’s cum out of her pussy. She reacted to my touch but didn’t wake up. So, spread her ass cheeks to eat her ass and pussy. I saw her virgin ass was destroyed. I ate her ass and pussy until I licked every drop of cum from it.</span></div>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-70412787103973755942022-06-01T20:41:00.001-07:002022-06-01T20:41:00.198-07:00My Much Needed Naturist Holiday<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <span style="background-color: white;">The day was warm as I languished outside in the back garden, having a well-deserved rest after finishing my days' work. I worked even harder now I was on my own, but one thing I knew for certain, was that I needed a man, a man who would treat me like my husband had done, for all the years we had been married. I missed the closeness, the intimacy, the way held me with his large hands. Ohhh, to feel his open hands caressing my skin, making me shudder at his touch. He made me feel so very safe and so secure and loved. Telling me he would always cover me in blue to protect me.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As my open hands caressed my body, my mind wandered, thinking they were my husband's hands, my nipples beginning to harden, my Lou-lou began to get warm and wet. Thinking I would put my pumps on and pump more milk. Malcolm always loved suckling me when I was full of milk, giving us both a terrific orgasm. Oh, how I miss him still. I got my pumps out placing them on both nipples, setting the suction to medium. Stripping off I leant back on the sofa, I placed my feet on the edge letting my legs fall wide. I could feel the sensations travelling from my tits to my Lou-lou, I have always called my cunt, my lou-lou. I started to rub my now swelling bud. Ahhhh, the feeling shooting through me, 'yes, yesss,' pinching my bud hard making myself cum. Pushing my fingers in my lou-lou, I pulled them out dripping, as I licked my fingers clean. Giving myself a good shake, I got up and went to put the kettle on, once my legs had stopped shaking. I needed a coffee, with a teaspoon of Baileys Irish cream. As I waited for the kettle to boil, I switched on the TV, for background noise, so the house wouldn't sound so empty and silent.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span></span></p><a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dinner cooked, I sat naked and ate alone, legs open, if anyone saw me now they would think I was so shameless, but we enjoyed our D/S time together, as I looked at the empty chair. 'Oh my' I thought, it was ten years and it still felt like yesterday, when you, the love of my life, was taken from us.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now in my sixties, and not having any form of sex for over twenty years, due to my husband's illness; apart from self-masturbating; I needed at times to feel and remember; what it's like to be loved and cared for and to love in return.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I sat reminiscing still wanking, an advert caught my eye. 'Do you feel alone, do you feel as though something or someone is missing, you may need a relaxing holiday, maybe meet someone, make new friends, we have different activities to suit every taste.' I hurriedly got pen and paper and wrote down the number. I felt as though someone or something was pushing me to ring this number.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I sat on the chair by the phone, dialling the number. As I sat there waiting for someone to answer, I wondered if I was doing the right thing, and was having second thoughts. I was about to replace the receiver when a gentleman answered, 'Good afternoon, my name is Kade, how may I help you?' I explained about seeing the advert and phone number on TV and wanted to know more about the holiday.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Ok, we have log cabins spread over a wide area. If you feel as though you need company, you get a cabin nearer to where the entertainments are held. If you want peace and tranquility, you will get a cabin nearer to the wooded areas. There are so many different walks you can choose from, or you can take day trips, we have several different tours you can choose from, or you can rest by one of our many pools or wander into the hills where there are many different hidden lakes with lots of privacy if you choose, or simply make friends with other people who are also staying with us. But then, it all depends on your requirements. But I must tell you it is a holiday for naturists.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I told Kade I hadn't had a holiday for so many years now, yet I felt a need to phone and inquire on what you had to offer. The sound of his voice had me spreading my legs and I was wanking myself again, my breathing getting harsher as I started to pant, my juices flowing the more I masturbated. A couple of minutes later he asked me if I was ok, as my breathing had accelerated. I told him, 'Yes,' I was fine in between gulps, while I was humping my Lou-lou with the palm of my hand, which by this time was dripping wet. 'Yesssss,' after talking to Kade for a while, I booked a two month's holiday there and then, not too far from where the entertainments were held, yet not too close either. Before we ended the call. Kade asked if he could ask me a personal question, I told him, of course, he could, so he came straight out asking me if I had just had an orgasm, then quickly added that he couldn't wait to meet me, and he would make sure he was on duty for my arrival, and personally check me in and show me to my cabin, and he was sure I would have a wonderful holiday with them. I then leant back legs spread wide open making myself cum again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I stripped off for bed that night, a cold open hand covered my back; this made me look at Malcolm's picture and I noticed he was smiling at me, as if saying 'yes go for it you deserve it my love.' I must admit I slept very well that night.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Two weeks later, I was waiting to board the plane that would take me to my holiday destination. Feeling the butterflies start in my tummy, I was being called to board the plane. A nice young lady came towards me, Mrs Taylor,' she asked. I looked at her, wondering how she knew my name with all the people who were boarding the plane. 'You're thinking, how do I know your name aren't you,' she said smiling at me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Well, yes I am, to be honest.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'See your name has a star by the side of it, which means whoever is on duty has to show you to your seat and make sure you're comfortable for your journey.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh right, I wonder who that did, because I certainly didn't.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'The hotel where you are traveling to, did it. I assume they want to make sure you enjoy your holiday right from the very start.' She took me to my seat and made sure I was comfortable, then introduced me to the flight attendant who would be serving me during my flight, saying 'I hope your holiday will be one to remember,' she smiled at me then left. The flight seemed to go by quickly and soon we were being asked to put our seat belts on as we would be landing shortly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The weather was warm as I descended from the plane and made my way to where our luggage was coming round on the conveyor belts. I noticed my suitcase and lifted it off the belt, moving to where I would have a little space to breathe.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I took the information from my bag, checking the name of my hotel, then looked around for where the taxis were. As I was making my way out of the main doors at the airport, I heard my name being called. I looked around to see who was calling me when I noticed a tallish man holding a plaque with my name and the name of the hotel. I walked over to him, telling him my name was Mrs Taylor and yes, I am on my way to The Pinecones hotel.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Mrs. Taylor, so good to meet you,' he leant over, taking my luggage from me then looked back to my eyes, he kissed both my cheeks welcoming me, 'if you will follow me, I shall take you to your destination,' smiling as he said this. I walked by his side as we went to the limousine. He put my suitcase in the boot, then opened the front passenger door for me with a wave of his hand. As I sat down, my skirt rose a little showing the tops of my thighs and my white lacy crotchless panties, which I didn't realize he could see. I looked up at him smiling, 'thank you very much, please call me Dee, sounds much better than Mrs. Taylor,' but I did notice where he was looking, which made me blush slightly, as one foot was still outside the limo, my legs slightly spread; I quickly lifted my leg bringing it into the limo, allowing him to close the door.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He smiled at me, then went round to the driver's side making himself comfortable. I noticed he had long lean legs and his hands were big; seeing this made my pussy tingle as I looked at his crotch. I could also see the outline of his cock, he reminded me so much of my husband. 'Mmm,' I thought, as I licked my lips, my hands clasped together pressing in my lap. His eyes were blue, his nose straight, his chin squarish, his hair dark had a smattering of grey, his smile won me over.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh, stop this,' I thought to myself, 'behave yourself, you don't even know the man.' I got comfy and started asking him about the hotel, and how long had he worked there.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh Dee, I have worked at the Pinecones hotel for over thirty years now. The hotel is magnificent, I think you will come to love it, wait till you see it. All the staff are friendly and courteous.' He kept glancing at me, seeing me press my clasped hands between my thighs, as he drove. What he didn't know however was, watching a man drive, always got me juicing. We had been travelling for about twenty minutes I noticed the houses were getting fewer and fewer, as we were now on a road that was filled with trees, all of different colours.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh, how beautiful,' I whispered to myself. Kade heard me and said, 'yes, it is, and I never want to leave, since I lost my wife, it brings me a lot of comfort.' He gave me a sharp glance, apologizing for his sudden outburst. Minutes later, he pulled into a clearing and turned the engine off. Turning slightly so he was facing me, he placed an arm over the back of his seat looking me straight in the eyes, 'let me show you something before we get to the hotel. I think you will like what you see,' he lightly brushed my shoulder with his fingertips; he noticed my nipples were leaking, and licked his lips, feeling me tremble slightly, then got out of the limo, walking round the limo he opened the door for me, stretching his hand to help me out. He noticed my skirt ride up my thighs again, showing my open lacy, panties, with a smile on his face he licked his lips, then led me to a clearing, and what came into view was amazing.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'My god, never have I seen anything so beautiful, umm,' I stuttered looking up at him, 'I don't know your name!' With his hand on the small of my back gently guiding me, he simply said, 'Kade,' as his fingertips lightly circled the middle of my hips, sending shudders through me, this made my nipples leak more. He felt my body responding to his touch, feeling me shiver.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I had to control myself, and quickly, 'Kade,' I said in surprise, 'you mean the Kade I spoke to when I booked my holiday?' Nodding his head smiling a wicked smile, 'the one and only. Tell me, did you enjoy your orgasm when we spoke over the phone, and what do you think of this vista, don't you think it is something special.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'I most certainly do Kade and yes I did,' pressing my butt further onto his fingers,</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">making him think, hopefully, it wasn't his touch that was affecting me, as I adjusted my feet slightly wider apart. 'Is all the scenery like this where we are going, or is this a one off?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'No, not a one off, the whole area is the same but in many different ways, you will see for yourself and seeing as you are staying at our hotel for two months, you will have more than enough time to explore, and hopefully you will allow me to show you some of the different areas.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I felt him gently squeeze under my butt, his fingers lightly brushing my Lou-lou and the wetness he had caused. Surely, he knew how wet he was making me, my nipples were also leaking and getting hard to the touch; then tapped my butt smiling at me. My panties were more than moist, I could feel it dripping down my thighs, making me tighten my thighs together and my nipples were beginning to burn, hoping he wouldn't notice. Taking my arm, he said, 'I think we had better get you to the hotel, and get you settled in, so you can take a shower and freshen yourself from your journey or they may send a search party out for us if we are too much longer.' He lifted his fingers to his mouth, inhaling a deep breath before sucking his fingers clean, 'mmm, you taste lovely'.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He heard me gasp and saw my cheeks flush a scarlet red, my open hand moved up to my tits, gently squeezing my nipples, he could see me trying to control my breathing. The look he gave me, penetrated through my whole body as if he was saying to me, 'I am going to fuck you senseless, anywhere, anytime, and anyhow I wish, whether we are alone or with friends, you will be mine, at the moment I want to suckle your leaking nipples.' I had to lower my eyes, when I did, I noticed the bulge in his pants, 'oh Crickey bobs' I thought, he sure looks as though he has an impressive cock.' I made an excuse saying, 'I'm getting a little tired, I need a drink and to pump.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes I noticed,' pointing his fingers to my wet top, 'how long have you been lactating, if you don't mind me asking.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'My husband used to love suckling my milk, so after the children came, he took over, milking me twice maybe three times a day, but when he passed I started pumping, and giving it to mother's who couldn't produce any milk for their new born,' he couldn't take his eyes off my tits, so I cheekily asked, 'would you like me to feed you?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His eyes flew up to meet mine, a smouldering look in his eyes told me he did. I opened my top offering him a nipple, 'it would help me if you would, take the pressure off till we get to where we are going.' He didn't need to be asked again, he lowered his mouth and began suckling hard, then getting my other nipple out starting on that one when he had finished on the first, hearing me murmur, 'oh I'm cumming,' I couldn't help it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a while we returned to the limo, travelling in more or less silence, I noticed he kept glancing at the amount of leg I was showing. I didn't realize I was showing as much as I was. 'Is it always this hot over here,' I asked him, my voice shaking a little at what had just happened. Placing a tissue over my nipples to try and dry them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes, it is warm, but it does get warmer, so you won't need any winter clothes at this time of year. I'm sorry, I should have realized and told you, you must be a little overwhelmed and since you told me previously it was your first holiday in quite a long time, I should have known better, you must be feeling shattered; I'm sorry Dee,' placing his open hand on my knee and giving it a gentle squeeze and gently brushing my inner thighs, feeling how wet I was, I parted my thighs slightly for him. 'Can I be honest with you Dee,' he pulled over into another siding. I looked at him wondering what he was going to say; 'why of course you can, I much prefer truth and honesty, at least you know where you stand.' I replied, smiling.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Good, and I hope you won't take offence at what I am going to say.' Watching his face, I couldn't tell what he had on his mind. 'I want your tits and cunt; I want to taste your honey. I can see your struggling, maybe you're a little overwhelmed, but I promise not to touch you again, unless you allow me too, but I will have you.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I don't know what came over me, could it have been the colour of his eyes, the way he spoke, the way he was treating me, the way he touched me, I had no idea, I had only just met the man, but I opened my top, squeezing my hardening dripping nipples as a jet of milk squirted out, I lifted a leg opening my panties, so he could see my pussy juicing. He was rubbing his cock at the sight of what he was seeing.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh, fuck me, Dee, you are beautiful. Can't you tell, just look at what you are doing to me, and we have only just met.' He pulled his cock out and he was more than impressive. 'I want you Dee.' He sat straight and turned the engine on again, 'no more stops till we get you to your destination.' When we set off, I turned sideways to him, folding a leg under the other showing him my wet lou-lou, my fingers folding around his cock, 'May I,' I softly asked. 'It's been such a long time since I've enjoyed a man who I am comfortable with!'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes you may, but I shall have to pull over again, we don't want any accidents, do we,'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">he glanced at me smiling. I licked my lips as I leant over, taking the head of his cock in my mouth and swirling my tongue around his helmet, then pushing it down his slit, 'Mmmmm yes,' I whispered. I heard him growl, 'fucking hell Dee.' He made a sharp turn then pulled up abruptly, quickly turning the engine off and pushing his seat back. Smiling, I took him deeper, pumping him, my hand finding his ball sack gently caressing them, my fingers finding his puckered star, pressing lightly I felt him swell as he thrust deep in my throat, Fffffffuck Dee pull out or I am going to feed you all my spunk.' Hearing him say this I sucked all the harder as his swollen cock spurted rope after rope of fresh cream down my throat. His fingers found my wet nipples which were by this time dripping again. As I pulled off him, I gave him a quick glance and saw him smiling at me. 'Now it's my turn,' as he slid my top off my shoulders, 'I think these little babies need more suckling, may I?' he asked. I leant back telling him he could if he so wished, as I hadn't been milked like this since my husband had passed, but if he did, he would make me cum again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh, my dear, they really need a good seeing to then don't they, and I'm going to make you cum and cum, and cum hard for me, then I can drink all your nectar.' Suckling me hard, first one nipple then the other. I was throbbing uncontrollably, my lou-lou spasming when he pushed two fingers deep in my swollen wetness, his thumb pressing on my star.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Ahhhhhhh, Kade I'm cumming, please.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When he heard this he suddenly stopped, 'Please what Dee, what do you want, I need to get you to the hotel, where we will be more comfortable. Sitting straight he started the engine and continued our journey; this made me look at him and say, 'I am so sorry if I have overstepped the mark.' feeling totally embarrassed, with how I had reacted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'No, not at all Dee, I have something in mind, if you will allow me, but believe me, when I say for your enjoyment, I mean, you will be begging me to allow you to cum for me.' I couldn't help but press my fingers on my throbbing clit, my legs wide, my skirt up by my waist, 'please I need to cum daddy, please let me.' When he heard this he slowed down to a stop again, 'Dee, you are one fucking horny bitch,' he took my legs spreading them wide, 'now show me, I want to see your cunt and ass pulsating for me.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Within minutes I was cumming, my nipples leaking milk down my body. 'Yes, Yesss, Ohhh yessssssss, I'm cumming again for you daddy.' He could see how my lou-lou and ass were opening and closing, growling a deep growl at the sight.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A while later when we turned a corner, a huge hotel came into view, I couldn't help but express what I was seeing, 'my god in heaven,' my mouth gaping open in amazement, my fingers still milking my nipples hard and wanking my growing clit. 'It's, it's absolutely beautiful.' 'Stop milking your nipples and wanking your clit, that's my job from now on,' Kade said. Glancing quickly around I tried to take as much in as I could, dropping my fingers to my lap. He got out of the limo and held my door open for me to get out, as I was getting he told me, 'get those panties off now and give them to me.' I looked at him with a questioning look, but things kept catching my eye and I was too busy trying to take all my surroundings in to notice the way my skirt had ridden up to my damp thighs as I stripped my panties off for him, he could clearly see my wet lou-lou.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'I take it you like what you are seeing? I did say it was beautiful didn't I, he said grinning.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'You most certainly did, but I thought you may have been exaggerating a little, I. I'm stumped for words, it is more than beautiful, and feels so peaceful and tranquil.' I realized my top was still open, showing my aching nipples, as I pulled my top together slightly, I turned around slowly, trying to take everything in with what I was seeing. He placed his hand on the small of my back again guiding me into the foyer, when I suddenly stopped turning around, my tits brushing his arm, milk squirting on his skin. 'What about my luggage,' I asked him wanting to go and get it. 'No, don't worry yourself about your luggage, it will be taken to your cabin for you.' I noticed him taking a sharp intake of breath, his eyes were burning with lust, the colour of his blue eyes, looked like the deep blue ocean, making me gasp.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He took me to the welcome desk where people were signing in, but instead of waiting while other people were being tended to, he veered off to the side. A slender lady noticed us and stood up at once. 'Mr. Traverne, how may I help you sir?' she asked,</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">smiling at him, her eyes fluttering, then turned to me with a tight smile that didn't reach her eyes as she looked me up and down, noticing my wet top and hard leaking nipples. 'Welcome to the Pinecones hotel Mrs. Taylor, I shall book you in personally.' 'Thank you Sue, Mrs. Taylor has cabin 145 booked for two months,' then turning to me he said, 'I shall be back in a few minutes, there is something I need to deal with,' then disappeared through another door.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Just as we were finishing with all the details, she pointed her pen to my tits saying, 'would you mind covering yourself in-front of the other customers,' when I saw Kade returning, smiling as he stepped to my side. 'All done now,' I said quietly to him as I was trying to cover myself. A look crossed his face as he watched me, then glanced angrily at Sue. 'All I need now is to kick my shoes off, have a decent coffee, take a shower and change into something more comfortable and pump, then I can relax after my long journey.' I saw him raise an eyebrow as his eyes twinkled mischievously. 'Allow me to show you where your cabin is, I am having some refreshment sent to you, you must be getting rather hungry.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Well, yes I am a little I must admit,' just then my tummy rumbled as if agreeing with</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">me. Hearing this, I flushed in pure embarrassment, Kade burst out laughing, 'come, Dee, let me get you settled in.' His assistant Sue just scowled at me, harumphing, then said, No Kade, I have arranged for another assistant to help her, there's no need for you to do it.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Sue,' he said exasperated, just do your job, I shall see to Mrs Taylor myself, understood,' scowling at her. 'Yes Mr Traverne,' but giving me a look of pure hate which Kade didn't miss.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Minutes later, Kade took a key fob from his pocket, pointing to a lovely log cabin, the ground surrounding it had fencing around three sides, all the lights were on, giving it a warm welcoming feeling. 'This will be your home for the next two months; I hope you like it.' When he opened the door, allowing me to enter first, following closely behind me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh, it's beautiful,' there was a large room, it was divided in two, part was for eating that had a large oval table with six matching chairs, then the lounge, with two three-seater sofas, a coffee table that matched the dining table, a log burner in the centre, some small tables by each end of the sofas and a couple of easy chairs, there was also a T.V to one side. There were three doors at the far end and another door by the dining room.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'The door by the dining room led to the kitchen and out the back, the three doors at the far end are the bathroom and two bedrooms, one of the bedrooms has an ensuite,' Kade said to me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I no more than kicked my shoes off and sat down, 'Ohhh my feet,' pulling one leg over my other knee and began to gently rub my foot, my legs flopping wide as I continued to look round. A knock came to the door, 'ah food,' Kade said going to the door allowing the waiters to enter. 'Where would you like your food sir,' he asked looking toward Kade.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Can you place it on the table for me please.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Taking the food to the table, they quickly and quietly arranged the food then left, leaving Kade and myself alone again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My pussy was telling me I needed the bathroom; excusing myself I found the ensuite. Ten minutes later I was back in the lounge minus all underwear, to find that Kade had set the table for me. 'Come sit and enjoy your meal Dee,' lifting the top off the servers.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh goodness, I'll never eat all that, there is far too much,' I said looking at him, 'will you please join me, surely you are getting rather hungry yourself, aren't you?' smiling at him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'If you insist, would you mind if I take my jacket off,' he asked, smiling an irresistible</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">smile, I found I was returning his smile, making me melt.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We sat together eating a lovely meal, talking small talk. I began to feel a sensation spread through me, making my body heat up. As I leant overreaching for more salad, my breast brushed his arm again, making my nipples harden more, he lifted the serving plate, holding it for me while I got what I needed. But the look he gave me was one of pure lust. When we had finished, he told me to go sit and relax, while he made us coffee. I went to sit on one of the sofas, I was so warm I was fanning myself; my legs had fallen apart when he returned, he sure got an eyeful of my lou-lou, and my nipples were beginning to burn. My eyes were closed, I was absentmindedly stroking my nipples and lou-lou, 'mmm,' I thought to myself, knowing I would have to masturbate later, as Kade had suddenly stopped earlier, my lou-lou was starting to glisten. I wriggled my butt, 'ohhh, I murmured, not realizing Kade was stood watching me. He placed the cups on the coffee table, making a thudding sound that made me jump. My hand flew to my sides as I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me, his eyes going down to my hard nipples then to my open legs as he licked his lips. I quickly closed my legs, feeling somewhat embarrassed at him watching me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'No, please don't stop Dee, I am enjoying what I am seeing. As you can see, you seem to be affecting me, and I need to finish what I started earlier he said brushing his fingers down the inside of his pant leg. 'Can I ask you a personal question, Dee?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nodding my head, whispering 'yes,' watching what his hand was doing.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Did you often play like this when your husband was still here, and do you still?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Again, I nodded my head, and he was nodding his head too. 'Then play for me, while you watch me play, you can see what you have done again, can't you.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes,' I barely whispered, watching him unzip his pants allowing his long, hard cock to fall free, allowing me full sight of him again as he took his shirt off. I could see pre-cum leaking from the end of his cock as it dripped off the end, making me lick my lips.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Strip for me now and go sit in the chair with your legs over the arms, I want you to do exactly as I say, plus, I want to see you masturbate and cum for me.' As I went to sit on the chair, I opened my top, just letting it fall from my shoulders, and letting my skirt fall to the floor, when I heard, 'oh fuck me, what a sight.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I sat, placing my legs on each side of the chair, sliding my butt to the edge, this opened me wide to him and for him. He could see my nicely trimmed slit, I waited for him to say something to me. 'Now put two fingers of each hand in your cunt and open it as wide as you can for me, so you pop your clit. I may use some filthy, dirty words Dee while we are playing, please don't be offended as it adds to the excitement, and you dear lady are exciting me so much, and I'm not used to being made to wait for what I want.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shaking my head, I let my hands fall between my open thighs. 'Now do as I ask and open your beautiful cunt for your master, don't disobey me or I shall punish you.' He stood in front of me slowly wanking. I pushed my fingers in my lou-lou, not realizing just how wet I had got. I opened myself up for him and my clit protruded from its sheath, I was dripping wet. 'Now use your thumbs to masturbate yourself, and feel free to cum at any time and as many times as you wish.' I started rubbing my clit with my thumbs, my lou-lou gaping open, I could feel myself building and knew it wouldn't be long before my orgasm overtook me. He knelt in front of me, his face near my lou-lou. I could feel him softly blowing up and down from my clit to my ass and inside me, making me buck my hips up to him. His tongue flicking the end of my clit and felt him start to suck hard on it, while his fingers pulled and twisted my nipples.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh gosh, please stop or you're going to make me cum.' This only made him suck all the harder, pushing two fingers in my cunt, and his thumb in my ass, then my mind was blown away with an orgasm I hadn't felt for years.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Good girl,' my wet fingers went to the nipples that he was tugging on, I pulled and squeezed hard on them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He pushed his wet fingers into my mouth, 'suck them clean I am going to fuck you hard, your master is going to fuck you, my slut, and suckle you but, you mustn't cum again until I say you can, if you do cum, I will punish you by spanking your twat, do I make myself understood,' his piercing blue eyes went right through to my soul. At hearing the word twat made me blush crimson.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I nodded my head still sucking on his fingers, not really knowing how the way he was talking to me was making me feel, but I liked it, well, I more than liked it, I was loving it, I could feel another orgasm building. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth, and he could see my lou-lou beginning to open and close. 'Don't you dare cum till I give you permission.' As he said this, a finger found my butt hole which made me tense up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Please not there, no one has touched me there in such a long time, my lou-lou, but not my ass.' Looking at me, he simply said, 'you've had no one fuck your ass, and what is your lou-lou?' I shook my head. 'Ok, Dee, don't fret. I will teach you, and you will end up loving it I promise you, but you must trust me. Do you trust me Dee, will you obey me, wherever we may be, or whoever we may be with; I need to know.' He looked at me waiting for my reply, slapping my nipples, making them burn. I felt his fingers on my clit and lou-lou again. I nodded my head in answer. 'No Dee, don't nod your head answer me, and tell me what your lou-lou is.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I managed to squeak out a breathy 'yes daddy, I will obey you,' pointing to the valley between my legs, 'my lou-lou,' blushing crimson.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Good girl, now open your legs again for me I want to see everything. I shall tell you what I am going to do, but only for tonight, if you can't or won't do that, I am going to have to go, and from now on you will call your lou-lou, your cunt or twat.' Hearing this, I very nearly panicked. I knew I wanted him to shag me hard. 'Relax and just let it happen. I am going to lick and suck your clit and cunt, till you beg me to fuck you and I shall play with your ass, but only rim you. Now suck my cock slut,' he tapped his lengthening cock on my lips, before I opened my mouth to him, I had to ask him a question. 'What does rimming mean?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'It means I will circle you ass hole, but not fully penetrate you, believe me, you will enjoy it,' he said smiling down at me, now be a good girl and do as your told, suck my fucking cock.' I licked my lips taking his hard cock into my mouth, caressing his balls while I sucked him hard and deep. Doing this made my cunt leak, even more, making me hump the seat of the chair.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Fuck Dee, Ahhhhh, that feels wonderful,' he pulled out suddenly and knelt in front of me, his tongue pushing its way from my ass to my clit, and sucking it hard into his mouth, then back to my ass, as his tongue penetrating me, two fingers found my pussy and we could hear the squelching from my juices overflowing. He pulled his fingers out and told me to suck, as I did he thrust his cock deep into me, hitting my 'G' spot time and time again, then felt two fingers rim my ass, pressing slightly. I began to push wanting him deeper, no, needing him deeper, the harder I pushed the further his fingers slid into my butt, 'yes, harder' I screamed, my whole body starting to shake and shudder at the feelings I was getting, 'oh shag my lou-lou harder Kade, make me feel you.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh yes Dee, you are going to get it harder, my cock is burning for you; to see your cunt and ass opening for me, what have I told you to call it, it's a cunt or twat, not lou-lou, and say fuck not shag,' he said breathlessly as he continued to pound me. I felt his fingers in my ass, fucking me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh, oh, Kadeee, I'm cumming again.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He pulled his fingers out of my butt, 'no you don't Dee, you're not allowed to cum, not until I give you permission to. Remember if you do you will be punished. You cunt, ass and mouth belong to me now and you will obey me,' slapping my tits, which were burning to be suckled hard again. He fucked me hard and fast, holding my legs high and as wide as they would go.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Ahhhh,' I screamed, as my body shook and trembled, as another orgasm shot through me. Squeezing and pulling my nipples hard, feeling milk squirt out. I looked up to his eyes. 'I'm sorry daddy, I couldn't stop it,' I murmured. He seemed to grow bigger and harder, the intense look he was giving me, made me shudder, as he fingered my butt again. I couldn't help but press down allowing his finger's entrance to penetrate my ass again. This made me feel so full, I again felt tingles shooting through me, making me realize, I hadn't felt like this since Malcolm left. I felt another finger penetrate my ass, making me arch my back, 'ohhh, fuck me harder daddy, make me yours, use me,' I screamed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kade heard me call him daddy again, telling me he was going to fully penetrate me, 'now my slut, you are going to feel the full length of my cock and I am going to pump my spunk deep inside your willing twat, as I fuck your ass with my fingers.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I hadn't realized just how big he actually was, and I thought he was going to split me in two with the size of him. 'Fuck, fuckkk, fuckkkkkkk Dee I want you to cum on my command. I am going to fill you so full; you will be tasting it. Cum for your master little one, cum now.' I felt spurt after spurt of thick cream filling me full, and again I flooded him with another orgasm.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He placed my legs over the arms of the chair again as he dropped onto my body, but not taking his fingers out of my ass, he continued to fuck me. His cock lay still in my cunt, as he started to suckle on my nipples, moaning as he did. 'Milk,' I heard him say, I need more of your milk. After another earth-shattering orgasm, he must have taken pity on me, pulling his fingers out of my ass and his cock out of my cunt.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Don't move, I want to see my spunk drip out of your cunt.' He disappeared into the kitchen, coming back with a shallow bowl, placing it under my chair. 'Now for your punishment. I am going to spank this beautiful twat five times for disobeying me, now pop your clit for me I want to see it as you get your punishment.' His open hand landed on my protruding clit and open cunt, making a sound slap. After five smacks, I saw his cock growing again, wanting him deep inside me again. He then picked up the pumps he had dropped to the floor. I don't think we need these pumps now, there will be plenty of people who will want to feed on them, and you will produce more milk for me, my family and friends to feed on.' As he was saying this, he was watching my gaping cunt and ass pulsating for him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'I can see your cunt and ass are opening and closing again,' he knelt between my open thighs placing the bowl under my cunt. 'Push all my spunk out, I want to see you working your cunt for me.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I did as he asked and enjoyed doing it. 'I need fucking again Kade,' I whispered. This caused another smack to my open cunt and clit. 'I am not Kade while we are like this, I am your master, now say it again.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Master, will you fuck me again please, I need to feel you cock inside me.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I could feel my tits filling up again, and true to his word they began to leak a milky liquid. 'The curtains are still open, shall we close them, so we have some privacy?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'That's better slut, no the curtains will remain open,' his cock at full length again and my god he must have been at least twelve inches. I want you to pop your clit and masturbate for me again.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I open my lips wide, and my deep red clit popped into view and as soon as I began masturbating I knew I was on the verge of cumming again. 'Yes, yes, there's a good</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">girl,' as he said this he was pinching my nipples, watching my milk ooze, he couldn't help but lower his head and suckle deeply on both.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I knew I was about to cum again and knew I had to ask his permission. 'Please daddy may I cum,' as I continued to wank myself harder and faster, my hips bucking up. He continually suckled on my hard nipples, he knew he was tormenting me, but then said, 'yes my slut, you may cum, lean you head back and suck your daddy's cock, daddy wants to feed you.' I saw his cock twitch harder when he said 'daddy,' taking his cock to the back of my throat, and he began fucking my face, his fingers and thumbs twisting pinching and pulling on my nipples, watching as spurt after spurt of milk shoot out. I felt him harden and grow in my mouth, as he pushed into my throat, causing me to gag, 'relax for daddy baby, there's a good girl.' I relaxed and felt him go deep in my throat. 'You are now going to cum hard as I feed you.' I felt the first spurts of his cream hit the back of my throat and I just exploded and to my surprise, I squirted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When we had both finished, he pulled out of my mouth, then pulled the bowl from under me; as he went to lower my shaking legs to the floor, there was a knock at the door. 'Who the fuck is that' Kade said, quickly pulling his pants on, telling me to stay as I was, then went to answer the door.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When the door was opened, Sue barged her way in saying she had come to collect the remains of the meal and dirty crockery. Her open hand caressed his bare chest, circling his nipples. 'Are you coming over later,' pressing herself into him? 'Sue, how many times do I have to tell you, NO, I'm not fucking interested,' he said forcefully.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh well, your loss, but I will change your mind, you can be sure of that,' she said turning the corner to see me naked, legs spread wide, panting. This stopped her in her tracks. Kade came over to me and covered my nudity, mouthing 'sorry' then turned to Sue saying, you need to be very careful Sue, otherwise, you will find yourself out of work, how many times do you have to be told, I. am. Not. Fucking. Interested,' he almost spat in her face.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She turned to him replying fearlessly, 'what the fucking hell does she have that I haven't, she's nothing more than a fucking bitch, a whore, but I will be good for you,' she said trying to sidle up to him, with her puppy dog eyes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was so shocked at hearing her say these things, I closed and dropped my legs to the floor wrapping the cover around me that Kade had placed over me, and stood in front of her, slapping her face hard, leaving an imprint. 'You don't know me and I don't know you, but you can believe me, a lovely place like this, doesn't want or need someone with your filthy mouth working here, and be sure, come tomorrow morning, I shall find out who owns this establishment and tell them everything you have said and done, now get out, as this is my home for the next two months and I don't want the likes of you ever coming near, collect what you have come to collect and go, NOW.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She stood there, hand on hips and laughed, 'you think so do you, whore. Who do you think Kade is, just a worker, Ha, oh no, he owns all this, and there is no way he will get rid of me, because I have worked here ever since his wife got ill, and we have a connection isn't that right Kade, you tell her? It looks to me like she will fuck anyone with a cock,' she turned to look at him and saw the fury on his face.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'You have gone way overboard this time Sue,' he went to where his shirt and jacket were and got dressed, 'I have never wanted you, EVER, the only reason I kept you on was because of my Lilly. For some unknown god forsaken reason, she had a liking for you, and I wanted her to have some peace and dignity before she passed. Collect the dirty crockery and follow me, NOW. The look on her face was one of utter surprise and disbelief. 'But, but' she sputtered.' The look on his face told her she had gone way too far this time. She walked to the table and cleared everything up, then followed him out. He turned towards me and said, 'I shall be back within an hour.' I looked at him and nodded my head. The look on his face as he left was one of total fury.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Going into his office he told Sue to take the tray to the kitchen and come straight back, and not to talk to anyone. He then buzzed Jim, asking him to come straight to his office. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door, Kade could see it was Jim, and beckoned him to enter, asking him to close the door behind him. When Kade told him what had happened, Jim wasn't at all shocked, as he had known Sue had always had a thing for him, even when Lilly was still with them, saying to him, 'why do you think she was so good with Lilly, cause she wanted you.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Well, I don't want her, I want her gone, here are her cards. I want you to take her to her rooms, she is not to take anything that doesn't belong to her, and make sure you collect all her keys. I want her shown off my property and never allowed here again.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jim was about to reply when Sue entered his office without knocking, 'hi Jim,' she said smiling, as she went to stand by Kade, caressing his shoulder. He shrugged her off, telling her go to stand by Jim. He then laid into her, telling her she was nothing but a spiteful, narrow-minded bitch, the way she often spoke to and about customers was totally unacceptable and tonight was the last straw, yes, he has taken a liking to Mrs Taylor, but that did not give her the right to be so rude and so insulting and the way she always walked around thinking she owned the place. He pointed to her cards that he had given to Jim, saying she would be escorted off his land and would never be allowed back, no matter what the circumstances. The look on her face was one of disbelief, 'you know you don't mean that Kade, besides, you can't run this place without me, that whore you were with earlier, wouldn't have a fucking clue, she is nothing but a bitch, but Lilly was different, oh yes she was so different,' the look on her face was one of pure malice, 'why do you think she kept me on, it was because she enjoyed me eating her out when you were busy.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'ENOUGH,' Kade shouted, slamming his hands on the table causing them both to jump. 'Jim, get her out of my sight and off my land now, before I either say or do something I may regret later.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jim took hold of her arm; he had to practically drag her out, 'don't make it worse for yourself Sue, you've done this all on your own, so don't go blaming anyone but yourself; just go quietly.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'You'll be sorry, mark my words, you stupid man,' she squealed. Her voice getting fainter and fainter the further Jim took her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After Kade had left with Sue, I closed the curtains and went into the bathroom and filled the tub, sliding into the warm water I lay there relaxing. 'What an awful woman, and what a way to start my once in a lifetime holiday,' I thought to myself. My hands automatically going to my breasts, I noticed they were still hard and pointy and very sensitive; the slightest touch had my cunt contracting again. 'Surely,' I wouldn't cum again, as I had already cum several times. I bathed and got out, drying myself off as I went to the bedroom. I placed the towel on the bed and placed a large mirror where I could watch pussy. I looked at my nipples, noticing how big my nipples had got, more so since Kade had suckled on them, gently caressing and squeezing them. I attached the pumps onto my nipples making them protrude even more with the sucking sensation and the feeling in my pussy began to start juicing again. I lay on the bed spreading my legs wide, lifting my feet and placing them by my hips, I utched my ass to the edge of the bed. Placing a couple of pillows under my head so I could see what would happen, my pussy and ass on clear view, I tightened the pumps more, this made me tingle even more, as I saw my milk pumping again, I also saw my pussy open as did my ass. I slid my fingers into my hole spreading my lips wide, this made my clit pop, it was dark red and growing harder. I started wanking again, and the feelings I was getting was unbelievable. My fingers were soon buried deep in my cunt as I fucked myself, my juices running down to my ass. When I looked at my ass I got my finger and gently inserted it up to the first knuckle, I rubbed hard and forceful on my clit, 'yes, yes, fuck yessssssss,' I came again. When I had finished cumming I licked and sucked my fingers clean; I didn't hear or realize Kade was watching from the doorway, cock in hand, he was wanking also, his cum dripping off the end of his huge mushroom head.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'I see you like the nipples pumps,' he said huskily. I nodded my head taking them off. He saw they were really wet again. 'Can I have the honour of suckling on your tits again?' I nodded my head as he walked over to me, dropping his clothes where they fell. 'I love watching you play and making yourself cum, now let me take over,' he said in between suckling on me, making me hump the air. You like watching, don't you?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes daddy, you're teaching me new things, and I want to learn, please teach me.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Ok, just let me get something I want to use on you, see how you feel.' Again, just before he disappeared, he told me to suck the end of his cock clean as he passed me, then came back with a butt plug and some lube. Put your hands under your knees and pull them up to your chest and keep your legs spread wide for me and relax.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This I did, hearing a low growl emit from his throat, kneeling in front of me between my legs, he squirted lube onto his fingers and covered the butt plug, his lube coated fingers pressed in my ass and I could feel him opening me up. 'Your ass is opening nicely for me, you will feel a little pressure, if it hurts tell me and I shall stop.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Well, as you saw I pushed a finger in my ass, wondering how it would feel,' He looked at me smiling, 'yes, so I saw, and what a lovely sight it was too. Now keep your legs where they are and place your fingers on your ass and open your puckered star for me, I am going to put some lube in your ass to make things easier.' I did as he asked and felt the lube going in my ass, with two fingers pushing in and out, making me moan, he started fucking my ass. 'Are you ready,' he asked. I murmured 'yes daddy, I'm always ready for you.' Pulling his fingers out, he gently inserted the butt plug, twisting it the further it went in. All of a sudden I felt my ass sucking it right in, this made my cunt leak I was soaking wet, making me moan.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Good girl, now I am going to fuck again, this cunt of yours seems to be pulling me in. I want you naked at all times, so I can fuck you wherever, however and whenever I want to, now tell me, why do you call me daddy?' I told him that's how Malcolm and I played when he wanted or needed to be my dominant. Then without warning, he thrust deep into me, making me cry out at all the sensations he was giving me. My fingers pulling and twisting hard on my nipples, never had I felt these emotions since Malcolm passed and I wanted more. I wanted to obey Kade's every word. 'Fuck Dee you're making me cum again, and you will cum with me. Ahhhh Yesss.' I could feel his seed pumping into me filling me full, setting off my orgasm, and I came hard for him and with him. My hands circled him as he dropped onto the bed next to me. He looked me straight in the eyes, saying 'I could fuck you till the end of time and still want more.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He continued to pump his cock in me, catching my 'G' spot, making me want to keep cumming. 'Oh my, stop doing that, or you will make me cum again,' I barely managed to whisper.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'That's exactly what I want, I want to see you cum for me again, especially when you called me daddy; and when you do, look in my eyes when you call me daddy again, I could get used to you calling me daddy. I am thinking while you are here, you will not wear any underwear at all, do you hear me. I want my friends to see you as you are, and you will obey my every word, you will be my slut, my bitch, and I want you to let you pubic hair grow.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh, Ohhh, Ahhhhh daddy, I'm cumming again,' my body shaking and trembling again. Pulling out of me he kept my legs wide so he could see my cunt pulsating and pulsate it did. When my body had calmed some, he jumped in the shower and as he was towelling himself dry, he saw I was still lay on the bed, legs wide open. 'Daddy, please may I play with my lou-lou?' Kade looked at me creasing his brow, 'what's your lou-lou?.' I told him how I had always referred to my pussy as my lou-lou. Smiling he said, 'from now on you will refer your lou-lou, as cunt or twat, do you hear me.' I nodded my head looking at him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh, fuck Dee, my friends are just going to love you,' he said walking over to my side, seeing all his seed dripping out of me, he did no more than give my cunt and clit a sharp couple of hard spanks, then told me to grip my knees and hold them wide so he could pump the butt plug in and out before removing it. When he had finished, he checked my intimate places to make sure I was ok, then told me he had to go, but I was to be in the foyer of the hotel by nine in the morning, with no underwear, a see-through short skirt and see-through top, then left without a backwards glance. I lay there thinking how my body was feeling and must have drifted off, not waking till seven the following morning.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I saw the time, I jumped out of bed and shot into the shower as a strong aroma of sex surrounded me. When I had finished, I sat at the dressing table, drying my hair, when I heard a knock at the door, making me think who it could be this early in the morning. I slipped on my robe loosely fastening it, I answered the door to find a young man with a trolley full of food.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Good morning Mrs. Taylor your breakfast, may I enter please, and set the table for you?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes, please do,' I stepped to the side allowing him entry, 'thank you so much.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'My pleasure Ma-am, I hope you are enjoying your stay with us,' he asked, smiling at me. Within a few minutes, he had set the table and left, leaving me with an assortment of different food. I sat down and ate, thoroughly enjoying my breakfast. Glancing at the clock it was now eight-thirty, thinking 'I had better hurry as I was meeting Kade at nine in the foyer.' These thoughts sent a tingle shoot right down to my core. I dressed as Kade told me, no panties or bra, short skirt and a V neck sleeveless see-through top. I took my breakfast dishes back with me to the foyer. As I entered the foyer, someone rushed over to me, taking what I had brought with me, the air conditioning blew my skirt up this made my nipples begin to harden, my cunt on full show to those who were looking, Kade being one of them; a smile crossed his face as I stepped further into the foyer when suddenly I heard a woman scream at me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'You fucking whore bitch, no one takes Kade away from me. I know what's good for him, you, you don't, this is my hotel, and you are not going to take it away from me.' The look on her face looked pure evil, her nails came towards my face scratching me. I just stood there in horror, my hand going to my cheek where she had struck me and before I knew what was happening, security had her arms around her back and handcuffs placed on her wrists. Kade was by my side instantly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'I thought I told you she was never allowed on any of my property again.' He looked at me asking if I was ok as he took my hand from my face. I told him I was, although my knees were trembling, my cheek red from where her nails had caught me, I had to sit down on the nearest seat. He helped sit me down, telling one of the receptionists to get me a coffee and to make sure my cheek was photographed and dealt with.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'So sorry sir, but she didn't come in the normal way, she must have snuck in the back way. What do you want us to do, one of them asked?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'I want you to get the police as she is trespassing on my property, and she has attacked one of our guests, verbally and physically and I won't have it, just take her somewhere quiet where she can't cause any more trouble and keep her handcuffed.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes sir,' two of the security took an arm each and they had to drag her out screaming, 'you'll always want me Kade, not that whoring bitch.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kade lifted me to my feet placing his arm around my waist, 'what a way to start your holiday, I am so sorry. I never thought she could be so nasty and vindictive; but I can assure you, it will never happen again, she will pay for what she has done,' he could feel me trembling. 'Come on, lets' get you out of here, tilting my cheek so he could see the damage, there are plenty of people here who saw what happened, and if need be we will go and see the police later.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I bent to pick my cup and saucer up, but he told me to leave it, taking me out the front of the foyer where his limo was waiting with his driver holding the door open for us. Again, as I slid in my cunt came into full view, coughing he glanced from my cunt to my face pointing his finger to my cunt. I flushed a deep red whispering, 'sorry daddy.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'No need to apologize Dee, as we are going to be seeing a lot more of your delights,' now it was my turn to cough as my mouth fell open.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The driver got in asking, where did we want to go, 'I want to go to the special place up in the hills where the scenic view is by the babbling brook.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes sir, the driver replied, then closed the window between us.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Are you ok Dee' he asked, his fingers circling the inside of my legs? I nodded my head acknowledging him, 'but I won't be if you keep doing that and I need milking.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Doing what,' he asked mischievously, 'this,' his fingers travelling nearer my cunt. 'Or would you prefer for me to lay you down and suck your clit and cunt till I make you cum for me, letting my driver see the delights of what you're offering me.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The only reply he got was 'oomph,' as I spread my legs for him, knowing my ass was also on show. I looked up at him and said, 'please daddy, will you fill my ass like you did last night and milk me?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'I can't now baby, I don't have anything with me.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I leant over, letting my legs flop wider as I rummaged in my purse, pulling out what I had brought with me. 'Do you mean these daddy' holding the small butt plug and lube in one hand, the nipple pumps dangling between my fingers in the other hand?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh, you naughty girl,' he said, grinning broadly, 'you want your daddy to plug your virgin ass and fuck you,' he said taking them off me and spreading the plug with plenty of lube. 'Legs up and open wide, hold your ass cheeks open for me.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Doing as he asked he soon had his fingers pumping my butt again. 'You ready baby.' I nodded my head, knowing I was beginning to juice for him again. He knelt in front of me gently caressing my ass, then I felt him pushing it in and out. I felt my ass suck it in again, he looked at the pumps I had also brought saying 'We won't need these, and you will wear the plug all day for me. It will show who we see that you are mine, no one will touch you I promise.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'What do you mean who may be there, won't it be just us?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'No, it won't, but don't worry baby, I will look after you, I know you will enjoy where we are going, you will learn a lot, believe me. But honestly, I can't say if anyone else will be there or not.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We felt the limo pull up, just as he pushed his fingers into my pussy, hearing my juices squelch; this made me moan, 'ohhhhhh my,' feeling a shudder pass through me. I was too busy feeling the sensations Kade was giving me to consider anything that was going on outside.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Take your top and skirt off, I want you naked, the only thing you will be wearing are,' the butt plug, and this' he reached in his pocket and produced a collar and leash, 'that is if you will allow me.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I nodded my head, and he placed the collar around my neck, 'Do I have to take my clothes off?' I asked him, looking rather worried.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Everyone one else will be naked, including me and our chauffeur, and most everyone around the site, that's why some of them come here for their holidays year after year, somewhere where they can be free, feel totally natural, and be one with nature, believe me, you will feel more uncomfortable wearing clothes.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I listened to what he had to say, as I watched him take his clothes off. He sat opposite me totally naked, his cock growing all the while, my ass and cunt on open show for him. 'Oh, fuck Dee, I want to bury my cock deep inside you. But come, let's go join the others. Just look at it this way, you've enjoyed what we have done so far, yes!' I nodded my head agreeing with him. 'I more than enjoyed it Kade, as you could tell.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes I know you did, and you obeyed me when I told you to stay as you were, while I opened the door, as you had no idea who would be on the other side. The people will be pleased to see you and welcome you, they will be doing all kinds of different sex acts, and if I am right, you will be juicing before too long. But only I will have sex with you, I promise, but you must obey my every word, or I shall punish you publicly, in which ever way I see fit, and I want you to call me daddy while we are here.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'You know I am already juicing, just looking at your cock, I want to take it in my mouth mmm,' I said licking my lips. 'You won't leave me will you?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'No baby, I will be by your side all the time.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'But your cock, look at the size of it, won't you be embarrassed?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'No, not at all, there are some men who are bigger, some smaller, nothing to concern me or you.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Ok,' I said a little hesitantly, but obeyed him and stripped naked. 'Beautiful, just fucking beautiful, deep breath and relax,' he said looking me in the eyes. 'You're going to be a knockout, I guarantee, now give my cock a suck before we get out.' I got on my knees and started sucking him. After a few minutes, we stepped out of the limo, he held his hand out for me and as I was getting out, all I heard was, 'hi Kade, how you are doing, Kade good to see you again mate. I could feel myself blushing from head to toe. I was totally naked, apart from my butt plug, and collar. Kade caressed my ass, and it was sending an electrical throb right down in my cunt, 'keep leaking like that and I shall be suckling you, while I play with your cunt,' he whispered to me. Saying this made my open hand press firmly on the bottom of my tummy. Seeing this made him smile, winking at me, then turned to who it was that was talking to him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Who is this pretty lady Kade?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'This is Dee, my lover from UK, England.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Fuck, it looks as though you have a keeper there, she is a stunner.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'I know she is, and she feeds me,' was his only reply.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">For the next twenty minutes or so I was introduced to so many people, I had forgotten I was naked and was really enjoying myself. Kade's fingers kept caressing my lower back with the occasional slip of his fingers in my cunt. Knowing and feeling how wet I was, he would then lift them to his mouth and openly suck them clean.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As we walked around, we saw so many different people in different sex acts, no one was bothered with what any of the others were doing, it all seemed so natural. All this was really turning me on. I asked Kade if we could sit for a while; he led me to a babbling brook where there were lots of tiny waterfalls cascading down into the bigger brook, it was beautiful. He found a bench with lush green grass and as we sat, he grabbed his cock and slowly and openly started to wank, watching him made me lower my fingers to my clit. Spreading my legs, a little, I found my hardening nub and started masturbating. When he saw this he started to suckle hard at my leaking breasts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Spread your legs wider for me and let me watch as you wank yourself while I suckle you.' I lifted my feet and put them on the edge of the bench, doing this spread me so open I could feel the warm summer breeze tantalizing me, making me press harder. I could feel my cunt opening and closing, as Kade turned my butt plug on a higher vibrate. 'Ahhhhh Kade I need to cum,' I couldn't help but hump on my hand, not now caring if anyone was watching.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Cum my love, cum hard for your daddy, my cock is waiting to dip into you and fill you to the hilt. I will have you screaming my name.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes, daddy, yes, I'mmm cummingggggggg, Ahhhhhhh,' my hips bucking. 'That's a good girl, I'm going to fill your cunt my dirty, sexy slut.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh yes, yes please daddy;' I felt him twisting the plug, and no sooner had he done this he was filling me full of his burning hot cock. My nipples dripping, my breathing ragged, 'Daddy, oh daddy, fuck me hard, use me, you're making me cum again.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I felt him pounding away in my cunt, 'oh fuckkkkkk, I'm cumming again,' as I did I squirted all over his chest. A few more hard thrusts and he was shooting his seed deep inside me. When he pulled out, I was told to lay on the grass keeping my legs wide, up by my chest and let happen, whatever happens.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was lay like that for about ten minutes, feeling Kade suckling hard on my nipples, which was turning me on again, his fingers circling my clit, telling me he was going to make me keep cumming for him. He pushed and twisted the butt plug in my ass again, I had never been so turned on, not only because of what Kade was doing, but seeing all the other people doing their own things; nothing was out of bounds here in this part of the site as everyone was naked, and every one was different, tall, short, thin, some had a little more weight than others, but no one looked down on any other person, it was all so natural. I was beginning to feel very comfortable, not minding who saw us together. I looked up at Kade and could see his cock hardening again, licking my lips with a twinkle in my eyes, getting on my hands and knees I crawled over to him, as I knelt before him, my fingers found his ball sack, gently caressing his balls, my fingers finding his anus and lightly pushed in. At the same time, I start pumping his cock to the back of my mouth and I could feel myself begin to drip again. I could see his breathing get heavier, as he looked at me enjoying every moment, 'where have you been all my life,' he murmured, his fingers on the side of my head setting the rhythm as my fingers pumped his ass. 'Fuck Dee yes, yes I'm cumming, he held my head as I felt him filling my throat with all his baby batter. 'Don't swallow, I want to see your mouth full of my seed. Ohhh, I am going to teach you so much, and you will submit to me whenever, wherever and however I wish,' he panted. After he had finished cumming I held it all in my mouth. 'Open your mouth and show me slut,' this I did, there was so much, it dribbled out of my mouth, down my chin and onto my tits.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Good girl,' he pulled me to him, then held me tightly to his chest. 'I never thought I would meet someone else that I would have feelings for, but you Dee, are the whole package, please say you will be mine.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I looked up at him smiling, as I swallowed most of his seed, my hands resting on his thighs, spitting the rest of his cum in my hands I rubbed it in my nipples, 'do I continue to call you by your given name or daddy.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'That depends on what we are doing, or where we may be or who we may be with, please don't worry about it, I know you are new to our ways, but I shall show and teach you; I shall care for you and make sure you never want for anything, I want you to be my sub,' he said as he looked deep into my eyes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Sub, you mean you want me to be your submissive?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes I do, I am a dominant and have been for many years. I will show you many things, but never will I hurt you in any way, nor let anyone else hurt or touch you without my permission, but you must and will do as I say, or I shall punish you, whether privately or publicly. Come let's go and find something to eat and drink, you must be getting rather hungry, as you have been busy these past few hours,' he said smiling and stroking under my ass, then smacking my butt lightly, pushing my butt plug further in.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes, I am getting a little peckish, as I can imagine you are too; is there anywhere I can go clean up?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'No, we stay as we are. I am proud to show people that you belong to me.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Audibly gulping when he said this, I tried to object. 'But I have all your seed running down my tits and thighs, people will know, and I need milking, my tits are beginning to get a little sore, they need emptying and when they are being suckled on, you know I will cum again, as you have already seen.' He gently guided me out from where we were and within a few minutes, I could see the café with tables and chairs outside surrounding the café we saw earlier. My tummy started rumbling, my hand flew to my tummy, and I flushed with embarrassment. Kade chuckled, 'come on, you need feeding.' He sat me near the door, where people were constantly toing and froing, all stopped to ask me how I was enjoying myself, and what did I think of the park. Everyone put me at my ease and some of the women looked far worse than I did, some of the men too, but no one bothered or tried to hide themselves. Kade came out with my lunch, a nice prawn cocktail salad and some garlic bread, with a nice cool shandy. 'Mmm, I'm looking forward to this I told Kade, as I looked up at him smiling. My fingers automatically found my nipples, I pulled and twisted them hard, feeling them start to tingle and leak again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kade saw what I was doing and shook his head at me. Pulling my fingers off my nipples. I rubbed my hands together after sucking the milk off my fingers, glancing wickedly at him, then picked the fork up and started eating, I was famished.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'I see your still playing with my nipples slut and they are leaking again. I think you need some punishment, as I didn't say you could, did I,' he asked, staring me in the eyes. 'Didn't we agree that you would only do as I tell you, and that you were always to obey me,' he said taking a fork full of food, placing it in his mouth. I was so hungry I had more or less finished mine, after putting the last of the food in my mouth, I looked towards him nodding my head, wondering what he meant by punishment, surely not here. My fingers unconsciously started pinching my nipples again. Feeling them drip again I dared to look him in the eyes and say, 'sorry daddy, does daddy want to suckle me dry again?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He pushed his now empty plate away, telling me to come and stand by him, as I did, he told me to look round and tell him what I could see, he handcuffed my wrists behind my back, saying, now you can't play with your nipples, can you, my slut?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Looking round I saw people eating, some women were knelt on the floor having to eat out of bowls, some were sucking cocks, some men fastened their sluts on the tables eating them out after they had pushed food up their cunts, while telling them they were not allowed to cum or they would be paddled in front or everyone, telling everyone how disobedient they had been. I heard the odd, 'no master please, I will be a good obedient slut for you,' or 'no sir please don't punish me, I am your whore, your bitch, I will do anything you ask of me.' Looking at him I told him what I saw.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He glanced around seeing someone pull his woman to her feet who had, had to eat from a bowl on the floor, saying to her, 'you have disappointed me slut, now for your punishment.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fastening her to a fallen tree trunk spread-eagled, head a little lower than her body so all holes were open for everyone to see. 'Don't you dare fucking cum bitch, tell them what I found when I entered the bathroom this morning, what were you doing?' we could all hear him say, as he flicked her open clit and cunt with a paddle.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'You caught me masturbating master.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Did I give you permission to masturbate yourself?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'No, master you didn't give me permission, I'm sorry master, it won't happen again.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'No, you're right there, it won't happen again, and if you do I will release you, I won't have you disobeying my word,' he stood looking down at her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The woman dutifully obeyed her master, while he held her legs tight and kept them wide open, everyone watched all the spunk flood out of her. Most of the people who were watching her punishment were either masturbating or wanking. 'You will crawl on your hands and knees for the rest of the day and eat from the bowl on the floor.' We heard her whimper, 'please master I need to cum, please let me cum, the only thing we heard was, 'no you will not cum until I allow you to, and I will know if you do, so be warned, my bitch.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I was telling him what I had seen, I wanted to rub my clit, feeling him suckle on my nipples. 'Fuck Dee, watching you play is making me want to fuck you again,' he said pulling me close to him, suckling hard on my leaking nipples, 'you are one fucking hot sexy woman, who I want near me, ready for me to fuck wherever we are, whenever I wish, or whoever we are with. Now lift your leg and place it on the chair, I want to see how wet you are.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes daddy,' I whimpered, my thighs falling open as my fingers tried to find my throbbing clit, wanting to rub hard at my swollen nub. 'No, you don't my pretty thing, that's my job,' he said pulling my fingers from under my ass. 'Now, I think we will start with your training,' he said looking at me with determination in his eyes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Audibly gulping again, I sat straight, closing my legs, as the scene had got me so excited, 'Sorry daddy,' my eyes lowered to my feet, although my breathing had started to escalate again and he could see this, a smile crossing his face. 'What have I just told you to do slut!' He waited for a few minutes until I stood, placing my leg on the chair, 'Good girl, now tell me what you want slut, look at me and tell me. I want to see your eyes.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Glancing up I saw that he was waiting patiently. 'What I have just been witness to has got me all wound up again daddy, never have I seen such a display and I couldn't help</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">but play with my lou... I mean cunt;' asking him 'I am not allowed to,' but trying to do it anyway.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'What have I told you, it's not your lou-lou, it's my cunt, cunt or twat, now tell me what do we call it?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I was stood in front of him, he pushed two fingers of both hands deep into my open cunt, then pulled them out and rubbed my juices all over my tits, my breathing getting</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">sharp and erratic. 'Tell me slut, what are you to call your lou-lou from now on,' he asked a sharpness to his voice.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'I am no longer allowed to call it my lou-lou, but your cunt or your twat, please forgive your slut for using the wrong words daddy, and I am to obey your every word.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His fingers folded under his chin, he softly smiled, then began to tell me how long he had been dominant for but had yet to find someone who would obey his every word, like his late wife had, thinking I could be that person, as so far I had obeyed him, even when Sue had so rudely interrupted us. I saw a flash of anger pass through his eyes. He noticed me squirming, 'I can see your cunt's leaking as are your nipples, it looks like I am going to have to milk you at least twice a day, your nipples are looking more like cows udders, open your legs and show me your leaking cunt.' He took the handcuffs off my wrists saying, 'put your fingers on your cunt lips and open wide for me, I wish for you to show me, and I want to see you clit pop, now do as I ask.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My face flushing beetroot red, I glanced around to see if anyone was watching, but everyone was minding their own business and doing their own things. Sliding my fingers down I opened my lips for him and found I was dripping wet; it was running down the inside of my thighs as my clit was getting harder. I started to tremble slightly, making my wobbly legs shake more.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Good girl, now sit on the table and put your feet on the edge with your ass over the edge, so I can play.' Doing as I was told; it took me a few minutes trying to get into the position he wished me to be in for him. My cunt was wide open you could see the butt plug in my ass. His hands around my outer thighs pulling me further forward, telling me to lean back on my elbows for support. His fingers then opened me wider making my clit pop out even more. 'Fucking hell baby, now tell me what you want me to do, for I am not going to do anything until you do. Be daddy's good bitch and tell me,' As he bent to latch onto my wet nipples again. I saw him rummaging in his pocket, retrieving the butt plug button and turning it on, it immediately sent sparks hurtling around my body which made me want to play and cum even more.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Suddenly he stopped, standing up, he held his open hand for me to take. 'We are going home,' he said holding my leash, then saw his driver walking towards us. 'Sir, I will be waiting by the car for you.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes, we are ready, my slut needs to be used and badly,' looking at his driver, who was nodding his head, 'and I see she needs milking too sir.' 'Yes Tom, she does, and her clit would be like sucking a cock.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As we were walking back to the limo, he heard me moaning and saw I was pulling and squeezing my nipples, making my milk spurt out. They both stopped, Adam turned to me and said, take your fucking hands off and stop wasting milk, if you need suckling that bad, your daddy and Tom will have the pleasure of feeding from you. Stand legs apart and hands behind your back. Tom, we need to milk her.' They both stood by my side and took a nipple each in their mouths and began to suckle hard, massaging and squeezing my tits to get as much out of me as possible. Daddy pulled off my tit, 'does my baby need to cum,' he asked seeing my hips move backwards and forwards.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Ohh, yes, yes please daddy.' I felt his hand caress the crack of my ass as he turned my butt plug on again. They both had their fingers on each side of my pussy holding it wide open, both continuing to suckle and milk me dry. 'Don't you dare fucking cum yet slut,' as he said this, Tom pulled off my nipple, 'fuck sir, she tastes divine, but she is more or less dry now, can I mouth fuck her clit?' he said pulling and pinching my nipple, causing me to squeal. Kade could see my legs begin to wobble when he said, 'you can feel us holding your cunt wide and our fingers are sopping wet, yes Tom, I would love to see you mouth fucking her clit.' Tom bent down latching on to my engorged clit, after a few minutes, I heard 'cum for daddy,' toms sucking, his tongue deep in my cunt, Kade openly wanking, but I came hard on command, squirting at the same time. They both had to hold me up, otherwise, I would have dropped to the floor. 'Good girl, you please me,' daddy said as they practically had to carry me back to the limo.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When they placed me in the back of the limo, I flopped on the seat, still feeling the end of my orgasm as my legs were splayed wide and trembling. 'Thank you, have I pleased you daddy,' I barely whispered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes, you certainly have, when we get home, you are to eat what is being served to you, then rest for a while, as I have some things I have to deal with, and you need some rest. When I return we need to talk, and when I do return you are to answer the door totally naked, you are not to shower or clean yourself, and you will never wear any clothes when we are together, unless I say?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I nodded my head, as I slipped into a light doze, whispering 'more daddy, more.' Kade could see my butt plug, saying he was going to pull it out for the time being, and when he did he wanted me to help him by pushing it out, cause if he removed it back home, he would probably end up fucking me senseless again. All I heard before my eyes closed was, 'push your butt out for me my beautiful bitch.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I came round to Kade's gentle coaxing and teasing, 'Dee, wake up, we're home now.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My eyes fluttered open as I heard the driver leave the limo and opened the back passenger door. The heat from the day wasn't cooling any, my hands floated down my body. I felt my breasts, which were beginning to fill up again, my thighs still spread wide, 'mmm yes, I really need to pee,' I said glancing at Kade. I felt myself almost bursting. They both helped me in for my legs were still a little shaky. They took me into the bathroom, telling me to spread my legs over the toilet basin, no sooner I had opened my legs, it was like a tsunami, I practically felt as though I was filling the bowl, both of them watching my golden rain. When I had finished, Kade wiped me, and took me to the table, sitting me down facing him, he told Tom he could go home and relax, and if anyone said anything, he was to send them to him. I was so relaxed; my legs fell open of their own accord. Coming round slowly I watched as Kade made us both a drink, then came to my side sitting next to me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Dee, when I have had this coffee, I need to go and sort a few things out, now Sue is no longer working here, there are a few things I need to do.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I looked at him asking, 'was it because of me you fired her?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'No, it wasn't, this has been building for a while now,' he said stroking my back.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Is there anything I could do to help you, I don't mind, really I don't.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'No, you're tired Dee, you've had a busy day.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Well, so have you, and if we set our minds we can get whatever it is you have to do done, then we can both relax, can't we?' I said matter of factly, smiling at him. 'Tell me what did she used to do, while I suck your beautiful cock, apart from annoy and upset everyone?' I buried his cock deep in my mouth, feeling it slide down my throat, 'mmmmmm,' he heard.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Between panting and thrusting, he said 'she used to see to most of the bookings and welcome the customers. But you are here on holiday, not to do any work,' he said giving me the eye.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Ok,' I said pulling him out of my mouth, 'what if you let me help you now and if it's too much, no harm done,' as I sat down helping myself to the food on the table. He looked at me, not knowing what to say.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Dee, I know we only met for the first time the other day, apart from talking on the phone, I'm torn, that damned woman. Ok, just for today let's see how you get on, fair enough!'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes daddy,' I said smiling, eating some food before passing out.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A while later we were both naked in Sue's old office and he was showing me the things she did, when he glanced at me he asked, 'do you think you can manage?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh yes, no problem at all daddy,' just then the phone rang, I automatically picked up. 'Good afternoon, this is the Pinecones Hotel, how may I help you?' When I had finished speaking, I cradled the phone, scribbling notes on a scrap of paper. Kade looked at me, 'well if that is anything to go by I would employ you immediately, considered yourself employed,' he said grinning. Clapping my hands, I jumped up and kissed him full on the lips, but he gently pushed me away for I could feel his cock beginning to stir again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Take care Dee, I don't want to have to clear this desk, and fuck you till you scream and besides we are at work but, let me tell you, Sue also saw to the assistants and bell boys and their clothing.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Ah right, that says it all then, doesn't it,' I said rather sarcastically.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'What do you mean,' he said. 'Well come on, I have been here for a couple of days now and I am learning a lot; and considering the kind of hotel this is, everyone who comes here wish to be naked from the word go, but look at how all the assistants, receptionists and bellhops are dressed; it's as though they are dressed more for the city office instead of a relaxing all-consuming sexual holiday.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Ok, you look through some magazines and show me what you can come up with, now if you're ok with me leaving you for a while, I can go and get done, the sooner the better, if you have any problems ask to speak to Jim, he will help you.' As he walked towards the door, the phone rang again, I automatically answered. Little did I know that Kade had gone to search Jim out, telling him to keep an eye on me, then went to his office to do what he needed to get done.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">About an hour later there was a tap on my door and a strange man bobbed his head round the door, 'hi Dee, I'm Jim, Kade asked me to make sure you were ok and wasn't getting too overwhelmed,' giving me the once over, as he checked my naked body out.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Hi Jim, yes I am more than ok, I feel so useful again and am really enjoying what I am doing but seeing as I have only been at this for about an hour, will you check I have done things right, I don't want Kade punishing me for getting things wrong,' I said grinning and winking at him. He laughed out loud, 'Knowing Kade it will be a very pleasant punishment,' he noticed I was wiping my nipples yet didn't say anything. Ten minutes later after scanning what I had done, he said, 'Dee this is brilliant, so much better than what Sue had ever done, I think when Kade sees this, he won't want to let you go home.' I grinned at him, 'well I have nothing to go home for now; seeing as I am widowed and what I have done today I have really enjoyed.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Do you know where to put all this work you have done,' Jim asked. I told him no, that's why I just wrote everything down in word on the computer. 'Ok, well get every phone call and possible booking printed out and place them in the filing cabinets over there in alphabetical order. And write it down on the calendar so we know what's happening and when, and when the customers will be arriving'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It took me about fifteen minutes to get things done, I then sat and began flipping</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">through a magazine, something caught my eye, and made me say to Jim, 'What do you think of these,' I asked him. Glancing at the clothes, he laughed and said no way would Sue allow her staff to dress like that, to have short see-through tops and skirts that came just below the butt, some with underwear some without, both looked extremely inviting and the pages and bell boys short sleeved tops with short shorts, and they could go commando if they wished, but they are really nice and would be very welcoming to everyone who came on vacation here. I felt really pleased with myself when Kade came walking in, 'How you coping Dee, you ok?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'I don't know where you got hold of this treasure, but she is brilliant,' Jim said to him and you should see the kind of uniforms she has seen, oh boy I would want to be fucking all day long.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I flushed something dreadful, my fingers finding my nipples and pinching them, Adam saw this saying to me, I think you may need milking again Dee, you are soaking.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes Daddy, I think I do, don't I.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Ok, just let me check what you have done, and while I check you go and sit on Jim's lap, he can start suckling you. He closed the door as I sat in Jim's lap, pushing a nipple in his mouth, my naked cunt dripping on his hardening cock. Kade sat in my chair checking everything I had done. When he had finished, he said, 'I didn't think you would be this good Dee, but by the god's you have done wonders.' Jim pulled off my nipples, licking his lips, as Kade asked me to go sit on the desk in front of him, placing a bag down at the side of the desk.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I went to sit on the desk, spreading my legs wide for him, this was when Jim stood excusing himself, pulling the door tight as he went out. Kade pulled a pillow out and had me sit on it, then pulled another butt plug out. 'Lean back baby and let daddy do his work, put your feet on the edge of the desk, I want your holes wide open.' I leant back knowing he could see right in my pussy; my star was beginning to pulsate too. 'Fuck yes,' he got the lube and cover my asshole with it, pumping his fingers in and out making sure I was well lubricated, 'now when you feel me push in, push your butt out, there's a good girl.' I watched him preparing, then felt a slight pressure in my ass, and as I pushed out I felt the butt-plug slide further in. This plug was quite a bit bigger than the one he had used this morning, and I felt pressure, but tried to relax as best I could. 'Ohhhhhh,' I murmured, 'does it hurt too much Dee,' he asked, readying himself to take them out if I said yes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'No daddy, it doesn't hurt, I just feel so full, but it feels nice.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Good,' he said undoing his pants letting his cock fall free. He gently pulled me off the table, lowering me to my knees, 'suck my cock slut, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind for the last three hours, I need your mouth sucking me,' as he said this he again had a control in his hands and turned it on, sending wave after wave shooting through me. 'Ohhhhhhh,' was all I managed to say, as I sucked him deep into my throat, when I pulled off him I whispered, 'please feed me your baby batter daddy,' as I plunged his cock deep in my throat. What I didn't see him do was to turn the vibration up, this was now sending me wild with need. Placing his fingers by the side of my head, he set the rhythm, pumping me hard and fast till I felt him swell in my throat, I felt his balls tighten and I knew he would be feeding me very soon.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Ahhhhhhh fuck Dee, I'm going to cum, I am going to fill you so full, you are my slut, my bitch, my whore, I want to own you,' then his spunk hit me full force at the back of my throat, 'Yessssssss.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After he had calmed, he pulled me up off my knees, telling me to get on the desk again and spread myself wide. This I did and saw him looking at me, 'does my slut want to cum now?' he asked as he lubed had fist.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes daddy, please make your slut bitch, cum,' as I said this he pushed his fist into my gaping cunt, 'please daddy' I screamed. His fist kept catching my 'G' spot, 'Fuckkkkkkk daddyyyy, I'm cumming again.' When he heard me scream, he knew I was cumming, my hips jerking, he pulled out and started drinking all I was giving him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Just then, the door burst open, and Jim came dashing in, 'everything ok in here, you can be heard all over.' He saw Kade drinking all my juices as I lay totally naked and wide open on the desk. He said no more, just disappeared through the door closing it again as he went.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A while later, when we got back to my cabin, both looking flushed. We sat at the table having a drink, when Kade started talking, 'as I told you earlier I am dominant and have been for many years, I met my late wife Lilly at a ceremony, we have been together ever since, she was my total submissive and I loved her dearly, but she has been gone a while now and have never found anyone who came up to Lilly's obedience, that is until the other day when you came into my life. Lilly wore my collar with pride and obeyed my every word. Twelve months later we had our own ceremony; but when we were not in role-play we were on equal footing, but one thing she would not take off was her collar, and I still have it, but no other woman will ever wear it. You Dee, are on the same par as my Lilly was, and yes we have only known each other for a couple of days, yet I know in my heart what I want. What about you?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'What do you want to know,' I asked him. 'I would like to know how you came to be as you are now!'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Ah, ok well, like you, Malcolm always enjoyed being the boss in the bedroom or in role play, and I enjoyed being his sub. I would have to, like Lilly obey his every word, or he would punish me, he then asked me to get some breasts and nipple pumps and I told him if I did, I would start to produce milk, and would have to be milked everyday sometimes twice a day' he told me, yes I know, and he and who he wished would suckle from me, while I held my holes wide for them to see and use. One day when he was being really dominant, he strapped me to a swing, legs spread wide, small butt plug in my ass with the vibration on; he knew I needed to cum, but at the time he said no, I had to hold it back, till he and his friends had finished their game.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kade interrupted me, 'what game was this.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'As I said, I had to sit in the swing legs strapped wide for them and they would all be wanking, then I would be told to cum, well by this time I was so wound up I would end up squirting, and the one that wasn't sprayed to much could fuck me.' Just the thoughts of telling Kade this had me squirming again, and he could see this, 'but one thing, Malcolm wasn't as dominant as you are. Even though he only plugged my ass with the smallest butt plug, he never fucked my ass and wouldn't let anyone else either.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Thank you for telling me Dee, I feel privileged that you can trust me. Now,' he said clapping his hands, how did you feel about the work you did earlier,' he asked out of the blue.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh, I really enjoyed it. It gave me something useful to do and kept my mind occupied. Also, I was looking through a magazine when Jim came in and showed him some up-to-date uniforms that are more in keeping with this kind of holiday,' I said, chancing a quick glance at him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Really, and what are these uniforms like?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Well, if you don't mind, I am feeling a little tired at the moment, but I will show you, if you will allow me too.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kade raised his eyebrows, his crystal blue eyes penetrating mine. 'Yes, yes of course you can, and by what I have seen with what you have achieved, I am more than happy, just let me say it would have taken Sue two days or more to do what you have managed in a two to three hours, I also noticed you found the calendar and penciled in two more cabin holidays?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lowering my head, I flushed, not knowing how to answer him. Kade lifted my chin, so we were looking in each other's eyes and he kissed me deeply as he palmed my breasts, as soon as he did this, my nipples hardened and my breath caught in my throat, as he asked, 'while you're here Dee will you belong to only me and obey my every word.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I slipped off the sofa kneeling before him, legs wide, eyes lowered, 'yes daddy, it will be an honor to obey, and do whatever you ask of me.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Good girl, and I want you to call me daddy, I like how that sounds,' he said pulling and pinching both my nipples, glancing at his watch, he said 'now stand in the centre of the room and present yourself, keeping your clit on show,' taking a deep suckle of each nipple, making my clit get bigger and harder, making me moan.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I stood in the centre of the room, my tits jutting out, as beads of milk started to drip, my legs spread wide. 'Good girl, now pop that clit for me.' I lowered my fingers keeping my legs spread wide for him and popped my clit. 'Fuck Dee,' his cock standing hard and proud once again. I am going to put a collar round your neck, it says, Daddies.' I smiled saying 'Yes daddy.' He produced a simple collar fastening it round my neck, then locking it in place round the back, just then the door went. I looked at him wondering who it could be as it was teatime.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Stand facing the door and present yourself, no matter what happens don't move and don't speak.' But fuck Dee, the size of your clit is making me want to suck on it till you cum screaming, gently wanking it while he spoke to me.' I did as he asked, not questioning him. Smiling, he gave me quick kiss, then went to answer the door. I couldn't see who it was as I was just round the corner.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Do come in and prepare the table.' When he walked back I was still in the same position he had left me, 'good bitch,' he said as he bent to suckle from me, feeling my clit and gently wanking it again. 'I think we need some fresh milk for the table my bitch,' he disappeared for a couple of minutes returning with my milking pumps. He placed them on me and set the pumps going, knowing the milk being extracted from my breasts could be clearly seen, juice from my cunt running down my inner thighs and dripping off the end of my clit. I heard a waiter say, 'table prepared sir, is there anything else you wish us to do?' Kade told them no there wasn't, and the poor waiters left, as they went out I could see them rubbing their rock-hard cocks, knowing they would both be wanking in no time at all. Kade came back to me checking my pumps, the jugs were filling nicely, smiling he said quietly to me, 'whatever we do from now on, you are my property, to do with as I please, do you understand me Dee?' I nodded my head acknowledging his command, 'no harm will ever come to you as I won't allow it too.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Are you willing to accept all under my guidance?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I looked at him smiling, 'Yes I am daddy, I will obey whatever you say and with whoever you say, I will be your bitch.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Good girl, but seeing you like this is really turning me on, now kneel and suck me, I want to feed you before our friends arrive.' I knelt in front of him taking his cock deep in my mouth, as my fingers caressed his balls, a finger slipping in his ass. It didn't take long for him to cum as he had been dripping cum for about half an hour, so I knew he would be feeding me his baby batter very soon. Within minutes he was feeding me, as my finger went deep up his ass, when he pulled out I licked my lips, murmuring 'mmmmmm,' as I sucked my fingers clean.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Ah, I think I can hear them coming, now present yourself again and show that lovely clit.' I didn't have to part my pussy lips, for my clit was standing out, as I placed myself in the presentation position again for him. 'Good bitch, if you don't obey me I shall find a way to punish you, do you understand.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes, daddy, but I won't disappoint you, take me to a world I have been longing to go.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Just then a rap on the door, Kade you there, mate?' Kade went to show them in. 'Hi, welcome, please come in, we are pleased you could make it.' I was stood as Kade told me to, presenting myself for our guests, although I felt a little humiliated as I thought I would be the only one that would have to do this; but when I saw them, they were also naked, the women had collar and leashes on, but not milking pumps, I noticed the women were being very obedient. They were told to stand by me and present themselves, this they did but not until Kade had taken my milking pumps off. The two women asked their doms' if they were allowed to say welcome. They said they could, but it wasn't the kind of welcome I was expecting. They knelt in front of me holding my cunt lips wide as they licked and kissed from my ass to my clit, then sucked hard on my clit making it throb so hard, I didn't know how I would stay upright. They then stood, when both women had paid their respects to me, they both latched onto my milking tits.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Fuck me, she is lovely' the men said, 'is she a natural sub,' they asked more or less in union. 'Yes' Kade said, 'beautiful isn't she, and she will obey my every word, no hesitation.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Will you allow us to inspect her, while our bitches say hello to you Kade, and what is her sub name?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes of course, at the moment I haven't decided on her sub name.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The four men stood round me, two homed in straightaway, saying 'just look at her</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">nipples, they are like udders, they are begging to be used and milked, latching onto my dripping nipples, as another one went straight to my clit, with his fingers in my cunt, the fourth man was holding my ass cheeks open, fucking my ass with his tongue. Two of the women were sucking and tonguing Kade's cock and ass, and when they were finished the other two began.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When they had finished, Kade asked everyone to sit round the table, saying, we must all be rather peckish. We all ate, laughing and joking. They were asking me all about where I came from, and what was it like in the UK. I told them it was a lovely country to live in, but the weather was never as warm as it was here. My fingers going to my nipples and began squeezing them again. Then I heard Kade, 'stop playing bitch, and come stand by your daddy,' I immediately stood, going to stand by his side.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Present, legs wide,' again I obeyed him immediately, my clit still standing proud.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">One of the men, asked Kade if he could ask me a personal question, Kade allowed him too.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Tell me; when you have your tits sucked, does your clit get bigger? They were all watching Kade visibly wanking my clit that looked more like a cock the more he played.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes, it does, and I have to be milked twice maybe three times a day, or I get really sore and heavy. Malcolm, my late husband used to milk me every morning and evening and then bottle if needed.' I looked at Kade, 'may I show them master,' he nodded his head, I lifted my tits for him to suck on; while at the same time opened my pussy lips making my clit really pop. The more he suckled, the harder and redder my clit grew.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kade could feel me start to tremble, he pulled off, telling me I wasn't allowed to cum again yet, as we had to have our dessert. 'Kneel by me bitch.' Just then I noticed the waiters arrive again, they cleared the table, putting fasteners at both ends of the table, then put fresh fruit, cream and ice cream on a side table, leaving immediately afterwards, hearing one of them say 'fuck I need to cum,' he got his cock out and began wanking.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kade then told everyone to help themselves, telling me to crawl by him. When we reached the table, he told me to get up and lay down on the table; this I did and waited to see what he was going to do. He fastened my wrists to the top end of the table, pulling me down so my arms were stretched tight and wide, this left my ass hanging off the edge at the bottom of the table, lifting one of my legs he bound my knee, lifting it so my knee was by my tits, he did the same with my other leg, and the way he had me bound, my knees they were pressing my leaking tits together. He then fastened my feet to each side of the table, so both my cunt and ass were wide open for all to see. He then went and brought back a fresh bowl of cream, putting it all over my body, including pushing it in my cunt and ass. 'Please help yourselves to fresh cream,' he said smiling down at me, his fingertips caressing my cheek.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Looking up at him, I murmured, 'may I speak please daddy?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'What do you want to say, my bitch.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Please may I have some dessert daddy,' looking from his face to his cock and back again smiling, as I stuck my tongue out, then said 'with cream please daddy.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh, you want to mouth fuck my cock covered with cream?' I nodded my head, just as someone sucked cream of my nipples and another was fingering my ass and cunt, then licking the cream off. My breathing had escalated, my cunt beginning to combine my cum with the cream. One of the women had latched herself onto one of my nipples, suckling as her fingers masturbated her own clit.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her master slapped her ass, saying, does my whore want the same treatment as master Kade's bitch,' pulling her up by her nipples.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Sorry Master but her nipples and milk, will master teach me please.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Ah you want to start milking do you.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes Master, then I can feed you, and whoever you wish.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Well, I shall have to speak with master Kade, but for now be my good bitch and present yourself when you have covered your ass and cunt with cream.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She stood up as Kade pushed his cock, full of cream into Dee's mouth, she was taking it hard and deep, moaning as she made eye contact with him, 'feed me daddy, use me as your bitch.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kade fed me, and I drank eagerly, everything he gave me. He was watching me all the time then said, 'my bitch has only ever had butt plugs in her ass, so I intend to take her anal cherry tonight and initiate her into our circle. She will accept and take everyone tonight.' He then looked at her and spoke to her directly, 'are you willing to accept our rules, Are you willing to be my submissive, whenever, wherever and however I choose and with who I choose, will you obey my every-word as your dominant and be punished for any indiscretions you make.' As he was saying this, he was watching what I was doing. My hips were bucking slightly, as my cunt oozed juices and my nipples continuously leaked milk. 'Yes daddy, I accept everything and everyone, I am willing to be your chosen submissive, wherever, however and whenever you choose, and and accept any punishment I may incur.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kade looked at her and knew she was the one person for him. 'Dee, I want it to be known from now on that your given submissive name is Angel, a gift from the gods. I am now going initiate you into our circle, as will everyone else, do you accept?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes, daddy I accept.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'From now on your cunt, ass, mouth and whole body are mine. I am going to spank your cunt and clit with this paddle five times and you are not allowed to cum, then I will fuck your ass and take your anal cherry, do you accept?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes please Daddy, I accept.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'I can see your cunt pulsating as it leaks my bitch,' he brought the paddle up so she could see it then.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Whack.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Whack.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Whack.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Whack.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Whack.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She could see one of the men rubbing his cock, full of lube, while another pushed some lube into my ass.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Are you now ready for your initiation Angel?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes please daddy, make me yours.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He placed his cock at the entrance of my closed ass, and with one thrust he was inside my virgin ass.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She screamed 'fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He held still for a while until her hips began moving of their own accord, this gave him the go-ahead to fuck her and fuck her he did, telling her she was allowed to cum now whenever she choose to.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I must have orgasmed four times and he was still going strong, his finger and thumb wanking my clit, their friends were all stood around the table, the men openly wanking and the women masturbating and sucking on my nipples. The last time I orgasmed I actually squirted all over, this sent him over the edge, spurting his seed deep in my ass. When he pulled out, Jim held me open, so everyone could see his spunk dripping.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kade moved to my face, ordering me to lick and suck him clean, while the others moved me onto my side. When they had me in the position they wanted, they looked at Kade, who simply gave a nod. I was dripping cum, as two of the men double penetrated me, two of the women were suckling on my breasts while their doms' fucked their asses. By the time they had all finished, I was completely covered in spunk, my holes open and my nipples hard.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He gave me some time to calm down and come round as he undid my ankle and wrists, helping me into a sitting position, then simply said 'welcome to our world my slut.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I looked into his eyes, then I saw someone give him a long velvet box, and I noticed everyone was sitting around us watching.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'This my angel is for you, I hope you wear it with pride,' he opened the box and I saw the most beautiful collar about two inches thick and covered in Diamonds and Sapphires. The sapphires had the words 'Daddies,' I looked from the collar to his eyes with tears in my own. 'Yes daddy, I will wear it always,' were the only words I could get out as my throat was tightening with all the feelings I was feeling.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'I am now going to bathe you while our friends enjoy themselves.' He took me to the shower and gently bathed me. When we returned everyone was laughing and joking, but immediately fell silent when we entered the main room. He stood me still naked in the centre of the room, standing behind me. He picked the collar out of it velvet box asking me to lift my hair, this I did, feeling him wrap the collar around my neck, fastening it around the back with a tiny lock and I knew I was his and he was mine.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The weeks flew by, new uniforms were given out, which everyone was pleased with. I was doing all the work that that Sue had once done plus more, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself. The people who came for their holidays, some who had been coming for several years, said how relaxed it now felt.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I often worked naked, that is apart from my collar. My nipples continued to leak and had to be suckled several times a day, which in turn made my cunt leak.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kade had, had his office and mine turned into one, simply by knocking the wall out.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He noticed my breasts, saying 'you need to be milked again, my love. Come and sit on daddy's lap slut. I walked over to him striding astride him and lowering myself on his growing cock. 'Fuck Angel, do you know what you have done to me, since you came here for your holiday, I don't think I will know what to do when you return to England.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He looked at me with torment in his deep rich blue eyes, as he suckled first one nipple then the other, thrusting his cock deep in my ass.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Please daddy do I have permission to cum,' I begged him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes my slut, you may cum, but not until I have asked you a question, I have been wanting to ask for a while now.' I looked at him wondering what it was he was having trouble asking me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Turning serious he pulled off my leaking nipples, putting his hands on the sides of my head. 'You know you are now my slut bitch,' I nodded, 'yes daddy, I am your loving slut bitch, and loving every moment of it, even when you spank my clit and cunt and use me for your pleasure, you daddy make me cum every time, and I hope I have reciprocated?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'You certainly have my love, that's the reason for my question. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and living here with me?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I wrapped my arms around his neck, whispering, 'You are now my master, daddy, and I would love nothing more than becoming your wife. Now please will you finish milking me and use me as your bitch, for I know you have so much more you want to teach me.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Oh, I most certainly will, my future Mrs. Traverne,' that he fucked me hard bringing me to two orgasms before he filled me with his seed. When we had finished, he slapped my ass and announced to everyone we were to be married.</span></p>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-89378020965149384452022-01-04T22:39:00.001-08:002022-01-04T22:39:36.080-08:00Indian Wife Blossoms<p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shekhar and I arrived at St Tropez on the French Riviera a few years ago, I was 29 years old and married about three years back. We had grown up in a rather conservative setting and I was not sure as to how I would respond to the nudity that this resort town was famous for. In fact I had butterflies in the stomach.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shekhar was almost drooling at the local gentry as we got out of the taxicab. Attractive women with see-through tops and lots of off the hip styles. Lots of navels. The desk clerk was eyeing me up as we were signing in and I must say that it was an embarrassment and a turn on to think he was perhaps imagining me without clothes. At least that was what I could infer from his look. He gave Shekhar a knowing wink as he handed him the heavy metal key and he rang for the bellboy to bring our bags to the room. He too looked at me from head to toe and I realized that it must drive these guys crazy to work in such a paradise.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was wearing a blue sari and a sleeveless blouse and a strapless bra. Like typical Indian women I had bangles on one wrist, chain in the neck, a nose pin, ear rings, anklets etc. In the room, we pulled back the drapes to look down from our second floor balcony at the courtyard below. Shekhar appeared to be somewhat disappointed to see that people were standing around in evening wear. They were holding cocktails and talking in small groups. A classy crowd but not very thrilling. Shekhar walked up to me coolly and started unbuttoning the blouse.<span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Stop it! The damned window is open!", I said as I pulled away from him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you kidding? These people will be seeing you naked anyway... "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I stopped and looked at him like it was the first time I had thought about it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What makes you think I'm going to walk around like that? Topless perhaps but nude. No way. " I said firmly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">" Remember that this trip was your idea. Please don’t crowd me. You know as well as I do that when in India good girls are expected to cover their breasts, in addition to a full shirt known as kurta, with another piece of cloth known as Dupatta. And if your mother came to know that I had stripped totally I would be shown the door before you could bat an eyelid. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Aw come on now. You can be as wild as they come. Forgotten the time when you had become fully nude in front of the fisherman?” He said hugging me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I smiled and blushed. There were certain things in our marriage that had kept the excitement going and it was largely due to the initiative taken by Shekhar.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Let me describe ourselves. I am fair, slim, stand 5 feet 6 inches in my bare feet in which you can usually find me because Shekhar says that my feet are very pretty. My breasts are 34 C, nipples are brownish chocolatey in color, with black eyes and hair. Shekhar is 5 feet 11 inches tall, lean, fair though not as fair as I am and is an excellent companion.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We went down to dinner in the hotel’s restaurant and I kept looking up at him as I stared across the room. He was looking at a beautiful thirtyish woman with a dress that was like a diagonal sarong but it only covered one breast. "Is that what you are looking at?" I asked, "I have nicer breasts than that babe and you know it. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I know you do but that is such a turn on in a restaurant. " No one else seemed to mind it, but I could see that everyone in the place was making little darting glances in that direction from time to time. The following morning we were having breakfast at the outdoor tables. I had on my bikini with a thin beach jacket over it and was bare footed. I suppose I looked good and was getting looks from everyone in the place.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You look really good in that... do you see how the others are looking at you?" I started... To him it seemed that I enjoyed being in the center of things. "Don’t be silly", I said. After the late breakfast we decided to take a walk down to the beach. St. Tropez is a place with a beach for everyone, from the straight to the gay, from the bathing suit to the nude. We decided to be adventurous and at least take a look at each one. We passed through the more conventional beach, seeing the usual collection of overweight middle aged Europeans, mainly sitting around and soaking up the Mediterranean sun.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There was a sign that said "Topless Beach" and Shekhar was extremely keen to go thise so we followed it to the left, walking along the water’s edge. That was when my eyes started to go crazy. Wherever I looked, there were topless women. Shekhar appeared to be chuckling to himself as we walked along. I would say he was salivating. They were lying down, sitting up and walking around and everywhere I looked were boobs. It was a sea of bare breasts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you want to stop here for a while?" I asked his, pointing to an empty area about 50 feet from the water.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sure. Throw the towels down here. " We laid down the beach towels and both sat down, looking around us. I took off the outer covering, wearing just the thin bikini. The sight of so many topless women from virtually all nationalities had boldened me up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Rub some lotion on my back. " I asked, as I went down onto my stomach. He began to squirt the white liquid onto his hand and started on my upper back.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Mmmm. That feels good. Are you sure you can concentrate on me for a minute and stop ogling at all the females?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, I think I can. " Shekhar said as he was still looking all around him at the women and girls of all ages, literally letting it all hang out. I turned my attention to Shekhar who after the massage was resting his head on his crossed arms, eyes half closed and the hint of a smile was on his face.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"See anything you like?" I asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What do you think?" he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Silly question I guess. " I said as I wiggled my body to a more comfortable position. I was looking at an attractive woman with beautiful full breasts slowly peel off his top, revealing full breasts and brown nipples. After he had rubbed the lotion into the skin on my back and legs, he reached up without any warning and unsnapped the back of my bikini top.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Excuse him, sir. What are you doing?" I queried.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nothing, just helping you feel more comfortable. " he said, looking at my face for a reaction. I lay there for a minute as I was watching a couple of girls in their late teens walk by topless. I must have been staring because one of them said something to the other and they both giggled as they walked by.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How would you like me to put some suntan lotion on the other side now?" Shekhar said, snapping me back to reality. I was hesitant but rolling onto my back, holding the bikini top in place modestly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay, you”ve got it. " Now I could see that Shekhar was starting to get more excited. He repositioned his cock so the loose bathing suit would not look like a tent. Then I realized what the young girls were giggling about. No surprise though. Probably every male on this beach was in a perpetual state of erection. He slowly applied the lotion to my legs and worked his way up my thighs and belly, then my arms and upper chest and neck.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you want me to do your boobs?" he asked slowly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I don’t know, this is a weird place. I don’t know if I can hack it. " I said nervously. "Come on. You would exactly be standing out. It’s normal to have bare boobs around here. When you keep your top on you look like a tourist. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am a tourist... Alright, if you don’t think I am a whore... "I replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Whores don’t strip on beaches. Lovely, darling, sexy, cute wives do. They also get fucked. Remember Dileep episode?” Shekhar replied mischievously.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I will hit you if you bring that up. In any case what could I do? I was nude and you had brought your friend along. And you were careless enough to let him do it without a condom. It is good nothing happened and I did not get pregnant or else we would be here with Dileep’s kid. ” I laughed. After that episode I had started taking pills. Having sex with one of his friends was one thing;especially when he initiated it but getting pregnant was a sure way of getting into trouble.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He didn’t need an invitation to gently pull away my top. Automatically, my hands came up to cover my tits. Shekhar was most reassuring. He gently placed his hands on mine.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Honey, you look nice like this. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Besides, if we don’t get some lotion on these babies you will look like the girl over there. " He motioned to some people walking along the water. One of them was obviously an American girl with European friends, her tits were angry red and burned while the rest of her was well tanned. "I guess you are right. God what would the people at home say?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I brought the hands to my sides. I noted that my nipples were standing straight up and the aerolas were puckering up... it was not even cold out. Shekhar was turned on by this minor act of exhibitionism and was really getting excited as he applied the white lotion on the pale skin of my C cup breasts. "Are people looking at me?" I asked, my eyes were closed and my arm was now over my face like I was in disguise while my breasts were exposed and I could actually feel my nipples’ gradual erection.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yeah, me. I’m a people. "He said good humouredly. He brought my arm down and had me look around. After a few minutes I seemed to be getting used to being topless and I began to look around the beach. People were all around walking, sitting, standing. We were not that close to any other and I seemed to be comfortable.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let’s take a walk. " Shekhar suggested. "I can’t walk around like this. " I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What’s the difference, you are lying here topless and no one is arresting you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You also take your swim trunk off. ” I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Okay. ” He said and pulled it down in one quick stroke. Shekhar’s cock was not circumcised and it was in a state of semi erection having seen so many nude girls. Due to the erection the foreskin had given a bit of way and the head was partially visible.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are so shameless. Men like you would rather remain naked only. You don’t mind that everyone can see your cock?Oh God!That guy over there is looking at me. " I said a bit self consciously.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I pointed to a couple off the right. " I”m looking at his wife too. " he said, wondering if it was the wrong thing as the words came out. Then I recognized them. "That’s Michael and Shannon from last night. " I said, naming the English couple we met at dinner. They were in their early 30s and Shannon was pregnant. Michael waved to us and Shekhar returned it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh yeah. Well, I would be embarrassed for anyone I know to see me</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">like this. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Anita love, Shannon is also topless and you look a lot prettier than she does. " Shekhar said, in apparently a convincing manner, because after hearing his words and realising the futility of trying to cover up my boobs I sat up for the first time; my knees were up and covering my breasts but it was a start.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ Lovely. I have always preferred the way breasts look when a woman is upright rather than the way they flatten when lying down. ” Shekhar said. Michael was on his feet and walking over to us. I kept my knees drawn up so as to casually hide my breasts and nonchalantly started putting sand on my toes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How are you two on this fine morning?" Michael asked as he approached us. Shekhar was the first to answer as we both smiled at our new friend. "Just fine, Michael. Getting used to the place. " he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Michael too was naked and I couldn’t help feeling slightly uncomfortable. Although his cock was not erect but to be talking to a naked man was somewhat disconcerting. Moreover his cock was circumcised and there was a palpable difference between both their cocks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“And how is your wife?” he said extending his arm for a handshake. I shook hands with Michael and very slowly I brought my legs down and my breasts were now in full public view. This was perhaps the first time that a stranger and that too naked was seeing me topless in a public place but I was acting nonchalant. I seemed to be getting braver now. Michael, in his polite British way, was not staring at my tits and this was very helpful. "Why don’t you come over and join Shannon and me. We brought a chilled rosé and we would like some company drinking it. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shekhar and I looked at each other. Shekhar looked at him with a jolly "what the hell! sure " expression and we both stood up and walked with Michael. I noticed that Michael too was quite handsome. Fair like all Europeans, he was about 5’10”. I gathered up our stuff as an excuse to walk behind them, to observe Shekhar’s body language. I was doing fine, walking with a proud gait and not covering up my tits. What the hell;even my husband was nude. When we got to their spot on the beach, Shannon was sitting under an umbrella and she greeted us warmly. I was trying to not look at her full looking breasts. She was only a few months pregnant but was already getting engorged breasts and there were some milk veins showing, there was no tan at all.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hello you two. How are you enjoying your holiday?" she asked. I stifled a laugh. "Fine. " I said. "Hard to get used to the way people dress around here, isn’t it?" I said, trying not to laugh. Michael’s eyes darted to my bikini panty. I was concentrating on keeping my eyes away from his semi erect cock.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What is your name, love?” Shannon asked me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Anita. ”I replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Where are you from?”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“India. ” I replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Married?”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I nodded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shannon needs to keep out of the sun because she burns so easily. " Michael explained. "But look at those pale breasts. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, I will never get a proper tan this way. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She lifted one of her breasts and let it fall again. "But Anita, you look like you will take a good tan because the rest of you is so golden. Besides you have nice youthful breasts and capped with such lovely chocolate colored nipples. They will be the hit of St. Tropez. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I thought Shekhar would start getting self-conscious when our new acquaintances started talking about my tits but he just looked down, ran his hands over his head and smiled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“She was so hesitant to take off her top. ”he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Strange. ”Shannon said. “In fact she should not be only topless;she should be nude. Even I used to be nude before I became pregnant. I am a firm believer that all girls on the beaches should be nude. They look so pretty that way. It is upto the men to decide what they want. If you don’t mind, Anita what is your breast size?”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"34 C"Shekhar replied before I could.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Perfect. They”ll never sag even if you remain topless or nude on all the beaches that you visit. Is this your first visit to a topless beach?"Shannon asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shekhar nodded and laughed. “You flatter her, Shannon. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“No, I’m serious, Your wife has lovely breasts and I am sure she is as lovely under the panty as well. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I blushed a beetroot red and just stared down at my exposed breasts and erect nipples.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Michael started teasing me. “Well, Anita can we see the beauty that you are hiding;if if course your husband does not mind?”I merely shook my head and looked at Shekhar as if to ask. “What say?”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Are you crazy?Give her some time. Today is the first time that she is topless. ”Shannon said in mock anger.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“In other words, you will strip in a day. Shannon, we should extend our stay. I don’t want to leave without seeing this beauty nude. ”Michael said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shekhar laughed. “ What say, love?”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Don’t ask him. Promise us that. Now. Why wait. Do it today only. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Okay. Give me some time as Shannon said. ”I replied blushing still.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Michael and Shekhar decided to take a walk to the waters.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shannon asked me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Is it true that you were reluctant to take off your top?”I nodded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Well, surprise them even more by being nude when they return. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">““Really, Shannon, how can I?”I started protesting.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Just stand up. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">““No, later, perhaps, not today. ””I stammered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I said stand up. ”Shannon virtually ordered. As soon as I stood up, Shannon pulled my bikini bottom down to my knees revealing my well manicured pussy to a no. of interested watchers.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“The choice is yours. You can pull it up or you can step out of it. Your husband is naked;so is mine. Even I would be if I was not carrying my baby. ”She said in a matter of fact way.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I saw that I was not the only nude woman there. There were so many others, well hung men and women. I therefore stepped out of the bikini bottom and kept it with my stuff.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Nice black hair you got there. But surely they would not be growing that way. You would be giving shape to them?”Shannon asked in a questioning tone pointing to my pussy with her eyeballs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I just nodded and smiled. Naturally shape had to be given to the pussy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“And this tiny golden ring that you are wearing on your nice toe is pretty. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yes, married girls usually wear these. ” I replied trying to cover my pussy by pulling my feet in front of them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“And this chain on your ankle. This golden one on your waist? And the bangles?”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“The one on the waist is a girdle. There is an Indian attire known as a sari. If the girdle is worn with a sari which is tied well below the belly button, the girdle looks very attractive. These can be worn by anyone. For that matter even a toe ring is not compulsory but, well, I like it. And since taking it off is a bit difficult, once I wear it I let it be. And the chain on the ankle is an anklet which we call a ‘payal’ in Hindi. ” I smiled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Your smile is very attractive. I am sure Michael would, if you don’t mind, want to have sex with you. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ Shannon, you are really too much. ” I said to her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shannon and I were talking like old friends when our husbands returned. Michael was indeed pleasantly surprised to see that I had stripped.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Now that is what I call a good girl.!Won”t you stand up boldly and give me a kiss?” I was further embarassed by the erection on Michael’s cock.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Well, darling you are a sport really. ” Shekhar said bending down and kissing me on the cheek and lightly squeezing my breasts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Get up!” Michael insisted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Don’t embarrass the poor girl!” Shannon chided Michael obviously referring to the cock’s erection.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ I can’t help it. She IS sexy. ” Michael replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I smiled at the compliment and got up blushing furiously. My nipples were erect and became all the more so when they brushed against Michael’s bare chest and when he planted his lips on my cheek. Imagine the sight. I, fully naked was being kissed by another man also fully naked and his erect cock brushing against my belly button and neither I nor my husband seemed to mind. For that matter neither did Michael’s wife. At that moment I too felt so horny that even if Michael had insisted on fucking me I would have agreed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Anita, do you have a sister?I was looking for a pretty girl like you for my brother but hard luck that you are already married. ” Michael said. Before I could reply Shekhar said “Hey!Don’t entice my wife away. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As we worked our way through the bottle of wine, we were laughing like old friends. All around us was a sea of bare breasts, cocks and pussies and everyone was having a whale of a time. I was thinking that here I am nude in front of hundreds with no problems. Back home if they knew it?? God!!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a couple of hours, Shekhar and I went back to the room and made wild love, recounting our first day of my new exhibitionism as it I think I was very turned on by the opportunity to show off my body in public and I found it very exciting too.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Just then there was a knock at the door.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Who is it?” Shekhar called. After all just as a person is in the process of making love to his wife he does not welcome visitors.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ Michael. ” Came the reply.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shekhar got up as he was i. e. with his cock virtually erect and opened the door. Although he had seen me naked but I felt funny lying there so I clutched a pillow between my legs.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">“Hi!” He said. “ You two fucking?” He was as cool as that.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ What else do you think?” Shekhar laughed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ I just wanted to see you fucking and well, if you don’t mind I would like to join in. Please don’t refuse. It is very rarely that one gets to see such a pretty girl as Anita and that too naked. ” Michael implored.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Join? How?. ” Shekhar said throwing up his hands.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ Well, just a bit of well, oral. If you don’t mind. ”Michael sheepishly answered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ You want my wife to give you a blowjob?”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Michael nodded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Okay but no fucking. I hope that is clear. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was not sure I had heard right. Shekhar had just agreed to let Michael join in.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I called him but he came and whispered in my ear. “ It is okay Anita. We have discussed about foursome so very often. Nobody knows us here. I don’t think there will be a better opportunity for us either. And he will not fuck you. Just a blowjob. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ But he is alone. There will be no foursome but just a threesome. ” I pointed out.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ It is just tough luck that Shannon is pregnant. Okay that we will keep for later. Meanwhile don’t let him fuck you. Okay. ” Shekhar said kissing me</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">By this time Michael had also stripped. I would also like to add that we were still under the pleasant influence of the wine that Michael had given us on the beach.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As he took the pillow away from my legs I asked him whether Shannon would not mind.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ She is tired and is now asleep. ” He replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You are welcome to join us BUT you will not fuck her pussy. If you agree, you can stay behind or else I am sorry. ” Shekhar said firmly and so coolly as if he was talking about the ironing of clothes. Before marriage I had not imagined in my wildest dreams that my husband would be talking to a starnger about my fucking while I was present there in all my glorious nudity waiting to be fucked as per my husband’s wishes.. Life is so stranger than fiction.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shekhar continued from where he had left. He thrust his tongue in my mouth and kissed me deeply. His tongue was virtually everywhere. Inside my ears, over the nape of the neck down to my breasts all the time teasing and titillating. I turned to my side to accommodate his cock but Michael insisted that I lie flat and that while he would suck one nipple, Shekhar would suck the other. That is what I did and this nipple sucking made me shudder and the juices flowed in my pussy. Soon both the nipples were fully erect with the teasing they had got. I now wanted to be made love to. The light moaning sounds were giving me away. Michael however brought his cock to my mouth. I immediately opened my mouth and took him inside. It was the first time that I had a circumcised penis in my mouth. It had a smooth bulbous head and there was no botheration of pulling the foreskin back. Initially I gingerly licked it, then opened the mouth and sucked it but after a while he withdrew. Shekhar was busy with fingering me while playing with my nipples.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ All this is a trifle difficult. Anita, love please go down on all fours. ” I complied immediately. My ass was now in the air.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ Shekhar, now fuck her from behind doggy style. This way both of us can play with her tits and she can suck me. If I discharge in her mouth, I will of course not fuck her. Or else we will change places. ” Michael said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ No, Michael, you will not fuck her. Please. We are newly married and I would like to maintain the sanctity of her pussy. You can experiment with everything else. ” Shekhar replied firmly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I then felt Shekhar’s familiar cock sliding up my very wet pussy. As he started taking strokes of my pussy, my mouth was busy giving strokes to Michael’s cock. I had quite ambivalent feelings. I did not want Michael inside me. It was a very erotic feeling to be made love to by two different men at the same time. In between Shekhar would also stroke my back and then slide his hand down from my armpits to my breasts where his hands would at times meet Michael’s hands which were busy squeezing my breasts. Though I did not refuse him but he really squeezed my breasts and that too quite hard. Since Shannon was pregnant with swollen breasts her breasts must have been painful. By squeezing my breasts he was making up for lost time. My hands were on Michael’s athletic buttocks trying to regulate the entry of his cock in my mouth. His gradually leaking cum was all inside my mouth and I did not know what I should do once he discharged in my mouth. Should I spit it out or swallow it? I swallowed Shekhar’s but should there not be a difference between a husband and a friend?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was in my destiny to be fucked by another person besides Shekhar and Dileep (though not at that time) Soon I felt that I would be climaxing. I left Michael’s cock, lay back, pulled Shekhar’s cock inside me and locked my ankles over his back. Now Michael was out of the picture. Shekhar started fucking me with slow strokes by with withdrawing the cock fully and then thrusting it in with a force that my breasts wobbled. I could actually feel his foreskin being rolled back as his shaft entered me. Shekhar’s hands were on my thighs. His fingers were pulling my buttock cheeks. Michael did not miss miss any opportunity to hold my breasts as soon as they wobbled and to squeeze them. Shekhar perhaps expected me to refuse but I was too deep in the throes of passion to do so. He was seeing this very closely all the while playing with his own cock. It felt funnier to be watched by another man while being fucked by my own spouse than to be actually fucked by another man.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a while Shekhar discharged with an ‘Agh’ exclamation and I could feel the jets of his cum inside me just as I was also climaxing and thrusting my pussy upwards. Shekhar has a habit of hugging me and lying on top of me while he discharges. He therefore lay on me as was his wont.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Michael insisted that we hug one another by lying side by side. As soon as I had done this he kept my leg on top of Shekhar’s and shoved his cock in the crevice of my ass with the space created.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This was something totally unexpected. I gasped but with two men holding me down could not get up. Meanwhile the orgasm that I had had was not fully finished as yet. Michael’s cock was quite wet and despite attempts to enter my ass did not do so. After the initial thrust he let it remain there very still. For a while there were two cocks virtually inside me:Shekhar’s limp cock in my pussy and Michael’s hard one at the entry of my ass knocking so to say for permission to enter. I was virtually on seventh heaven.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But this was not all. The next evening we were informed by Michael that Shannon had gone to an acquaintance for the evening and could he just come to our room for some time. I told him that Shekhar had gone for a quick swim but he said that he would not take much of my time. Shortly there was a knock at the door. I opened the door. I was wearing just a panty and a T shirt. Since he had seen me naked the previous day and had also made love to me I did not feel particularly odd.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He hugged me with both his hands around my buttocks. It was a thong panty and I could feel his fingers trying to find my ass hole. He then kissed me on the cheek. I noticed that he had brought a camera along. Though girls like me don’t get kissed by strangers, but this perhaps was the culture here so I acted as if everything was normal. Moreover after last night I couldn’t act prude.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ Anita, how are you? Hope I did not disturb you. ” He said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ No, its okay. How are you? How is Shannon?” I enquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ She is fine. Actually, love I wanted to photograph you. ” His eyes were on my bare feet and smooth legs that I had crossed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ Let Shekhar come back. ” I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ Why bother him?I have spoken to him. It will take just five minutes. Just get rid of these things you are wearing. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ Strip? Here? “ I was aghast.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ Yes, now hurry. I want to capture your nudity. With all these trinkets that you wear like anklets, toerings, earrings, girdle, nosepin etc. ” He insisted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Well, Michael, stripping on the beach was okay but getting a nude photo taken…….. I don’t know. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">At his insistence I did strip. While I got rid of the T shirt he pulled down the panty. But he had more in mind than just photographing me. As I learnt later he wanted to fuck me. This was the first time that I was fully naked with a stranger and without my husband’s presence. The fact is that there in St. Tropez after the previous day’s experience I was so horny I always wanted to strip and needed just the slightest suggestion to do so. He asked me to lie down for the photographs. No soon had I done this he got down to eating me. I kept refusing him but each time I refused he thrust his tongue inside my pusy walls making all my refusals a sham. Unwittingly my legs were apart and I was watching him lick me. I was all wet and within no time he had his cock out. There were two things holding me back. Firstly I wanted to be faithful to my husband;if at all I had to get fucked it should have been in front of him or at least with his knowledge. As was the case in the Dileep episode. Secondly if he found out that this is what I was doing he might have been upset.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After all, our case was going in reverse. Usually men go around fucking other females after marriage and here as luck would have it I was doing all the fucking. However while I was toying with all this, Michael’s cock entered my pussy. The bulbous head and then the whole of it smoothly. A tight grip I could feel and couldn’t help feeling smug at the tightness in my cunt walls. He with drew the cock licked my inner thighs right upto my pussy, sucked all the sparse pussy hair and again thrust his shaft inside me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“God, you are so tight, you need regular fucking for years to loosen you up. ”He whispered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What is the need to loosen up? You don’t like this? But please hurry. Shekhar may come back and will not like it. ” I said and with my vaginal muscles I squeezed his cock.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ Sure, I do, baby. Sure I do. I will give you very quick and lovely satisfaction”he said sucking my lower lip.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This time there was no with drawing. My body played along. I locked my ankles over his back and he carried on humping, paying particular attention to my breasts. He would hold each in his hands and bite the nipple. God! Did it make me squirm! My hips were thrusting forward to meet his thrusts till he came. Discharged all his cum inside me. Men can never never control themselves. I think it gives them a high to discharge inside a girl who is not exactly keen for a fuck in the first place.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I silently thanked God I was on pills otherwise it would have been very difficult to decide the child in case I became pregnant. After all both Shekhar and Michael had discharged inside me. Trusting men in such matters is pointless. They themselves will never carry a condom and will also not point this fact out to a friend either. The Dileep episode!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Had he insisted I might have agreed to another round of love making as well. Thankfully he did not. He again praised my breasts, sucked my nipples; said that the photographs would be better if they were erect. He still wanted the photographs. He had put on his trousers but insisted that I remain nude. I if course had wiped the cum clean by the time Shekhar returned and am sure he did not suspect anything.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Michael and Shannon left shortly after that. Shekhar and I left the next day. It was an incredible experience. The liberalism of Shekhar is something I cherish. He says that a drab one man one woman life is useless and a waste as compared to a life where one is committed to one another but enjoys sex with different partners. Of what use is monotony in one’s life if one is fortunate enough to get different good partners? Initially I thought he was morally depraved but now I know he is right. While Shekhar was naughty enough to get me fucked by Dileep(although unknowingly) and Michael(blowjob). I too have something planned for him. When we landed in Delhi I was duly clad in a blue salwar suit with a dupatta duly draped in my neck. As my in-laws welcomed me and embraced me I was wondering what their reaction would be if they knew what their demure and shy daughter-in-law had been upto in St. Tropez.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shekhar perhaps understood what was going on in my mind and we exchanged smiles.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ Beti, I hope all the nudity there did not disturb you. ” My mother-in-law said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ No, ” I said “ But whatever nudity was there made your son very happy. It was difficult to pull him away from all the nude foreign girls” I replied impishly knowing fully well that he could not say that I, their daughter in law, was as nude as they were.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ Oh, he is such a rascal. ” She laughed. We went into our rooms. And again made wild love for weeks altogether.</span></p>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-70198139137090262632022-01-04T20:09:00.005-08:002022-01-04T20:09:35.431-08:00Marrage Games<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">"Bring my gold and diamond earrings," I heard my wife, Priya order our maid, Anjali. Anjali was only 18 and had only recently started working for us.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She was the daughter of my family's long standing maid and we were obliged to give her a job. She was 5 ft tall and had a slight figure. Her breasts seemed slightly more than a handful. My interest in this young woman was more than professional.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I always had a wandering eye and my wife had learned to indulge it. She knew this when she married me as she usurped my ex-wife. Priya seemed to revel in being the other woman and I loved the kinks she brought to my life. Priya was only 28 when we married and I was 42. 8 years later and our marriage was stronger than ever.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali returned to Priya looking confused.<span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Madam, I could not find the earrings," Anjali said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I must do everything myself," she announced rather dramatically.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She stood in an exasperated manner and walked towards the bedroom. Anjali followed demurely behind her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I glanced up to check out her ass in her sari. She wore a green sari that was stained and dusty. This girl had me dreaming of ways of unwrapping her sari.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">*Slap* I heard a loud slap from the bedroom and I immediately walked to the room.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I saw Anjali cradling her face with her hand as she pleaded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Madam, I am sorry. I have not taken anything. I have not done anything," Anjali pleaded with Priya.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do not dare speak or I will beat you black and blue. Your mother has been our loyal servant and now you steal from me," Priya screamed at the poor girl.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya was a bully and she was bullying this poor girl. Jewelry was nothing for Priya and I was surprised she remembered a certain pair as she had so many pieces.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why do you think she stole them?" I asked trying to calm the situation. Anjali looked up at me as her savior and I saw the relief on her face.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"They were here this morning and now they are gone. The only person that has come into this room is this little wench," Priya said menacingly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She must surely have them on her if she has taken them, she has been here all day," I said in a calm manner trying to bring a sense of sanity to proceedings.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay, fine. I will search her and you will watch to make sure she has nothing to hide," Priya says as she turns to me and gives me a sly wink. I finally realize the game she is playing.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Raise your hands up she instructs Anjali and despite being a little startled by this command Anjali complies.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I sit down on the bed as I watch Priya seductively unwrap the sari from Anjali's upper body. There is a bead of sweat that travels from Anjali's neck down to her cleavage and my eyes travel with it. She is sultry and seductive without being aware of it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya checks the shawl of the sari to keep up the pretence of the search.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">*Slap* Anjali drops her arms down and this brings a slap from Priya.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I will only tell you once. Keep your arms up," Priya barks at her as tears well up in Anjali's eyes from the stinging slap.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali lifts her arms up and now that her shawl is no longer protecting her, her armpits are exposed. I can feel my erection grow as I watch the thick growth of hair in her armpits. The strong smell of sweat from her body fills my nostrils.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya runs her hands down her arms to her armpits and begins to run her fingers through the thick growth of hair.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I can feel my erection begin to throb at Priya's seductive movements. Her eyes are on me as she knows what she is doing to me. Her games make me feel so alive.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She runs her hands down to Priya's petticoat and begins to feel it as she pretends to search the naive girl.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya whispers in Anjali's ear but I am unable to make out the words. Priya begins to undo the petticoat and opens it to reveal her breasts to my eyes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya allows Anjali to lower her arms to remove the petticoat. Priya checks the petticoat before resting her hands on Anjali's hips.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya is stood behind Anjali as she slides her hands up and down the side of Anjali's body. I know her positioning is so that I have an unrestricted view of Anjali's body. She revels in the way I am feasting on Anjali's flesh. The game is all that matters to Priya and it is what always brings me back to her. She always finds a way to take our sex life to the next level.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya is gently teasing the outside of Anjali's areola with her fingers as Anjali's nipples begin to constrict and grow erect. The arousal Anjali is feeling is becoming more obvious as she closes her eyes and bites her lip. Priya is a natural seductress and I am surprised Anjali has lasted this long.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya looks at me and licks her lips almost begging me to suck on the young woman's taut nipples.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My cock is ready to burst out of my pants and then Priya mouths to me, "Take it out."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali seems lost to Priya's seductive touches. Priya is now flicking her nipples as she massages her breasts. Eliciting low soft moans from Anjali's lips as the young woman struggles to control her body's reaction.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya raises her eyebrows and keeps encouraging me to expose myself. There is nothing to lose and I slowly begin to loosen my belt.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali's eyes are drawn to my movements and this only encourages me to expose myself. Anjali sighs as she watches my cock stand up straight before her naïve eyes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya lowers her hands to Anjali's waistband and seductively unwraps the sari. She begins to slowly unwrap and reveal more and more of this angel until Anjali is left in just some tattered panties. Simultaneously I stroke my cock to Anjali as she stands before me almost naked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The panties are already soaked and her bush is visible through the panties as the growth pushes out of the edges. The thick luscious pubes of Anjali have my cock throbbing and twitching. Priya wastes no time in seductively and slowly lowering them to her feet. She then runs her hand up the inside of Anjali's leg and begins to run her fingers through the thick luscious bush of Anjali's pubic hair. Priya expertly navigates herself through the thick forest of hair and finds her wet and engorged lips. Priya spreads them and fluids leak on to Anjali's pubic hair which is now glistening with her juices. Priya begins to slowly massage the wet pussy lips as she drives me crazy with anticipation. Priya's touch is gentle but firm. I desperately want to ravage Anjali but I need to let Priya remain in control. This is her game.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali's soft moans are becoming louder. Her aroused state is unmistakable as her fluids run down her leg.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya begins a more intimate examination and I notice she slides two fingers a knuckle deep. Her thumb is massaging Anjali's engorged and throbbing clit. She rubs her juices around the clit as Anjali struggles to stand up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya then mouths to me, "Virgin." In that moment I almost came but bit down hard to stop myself.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Calm down. She will be yours...and mine," Priya mouths to me and I nod in return.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya allowed me to cheat but we had two simple rules. I could never cum inside anyone but Priya's vagina and the second rule was total honesty. If I cheated, I must tell her every detail of the person and the sex. She loved hearing the details and even got off on it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya rhythmically moves her fingers in and out of Anjali while her other hand is used to rub Anjali's clit. Anjali's moans are more frequent and her need to climax was rising. Anjali's eyes widened as she was close to her orgasm but then Priya all of a sudden stopped. She was the queen and she always maintained control.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya came up to Anjali and whispered something inaudible in her ear. Anjali raised her arms to her hair and lifted her hair up as she walked up over to me. She was in a trance and not in control of what was happening.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She stood before me as she stuck her breasts out to me. I was surprised by Anjali's compliance and she seemed bemused. She looked over her shoulder at Priya, the puppet master.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Kiss her armpits, savor her heavenly body," Priya now commands me. I am only too eager to comply.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I keep reminding myself to keep control as I pull Anjali towards me and nuzzle my face in to the heavenly bush of her armpits. I kiss and lick her armpits as I savor the sweaty and salty taste. The natural beauty of this girl only turns me on more. She has no need for perfumes or beauty products. She is all natural. I begin to hold and squeeze her breasts as I find an urgency taking over me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya begins to undress in the background and I cannot help but look at the elegant beauty of my wife. She is a goddess and her mind is as perverted as my own. She strips down to her red lace bra and panties. It contrasts nicely against her fair skin.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I move down to Anjali's breasts and gently suck on a nipple. Anjali's moans as I take her nipple deeper into my mouth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya approaches Anjali from behind and pulls her hair to one side. Priya is naturally sensual and this causes Anjali to roll her neck.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya begins to plant kisses along the exposed nape of her neck and on to her shoulder blade. Anjali can feel Priya's breasts still in the bra against her back</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I begin to alternate between her breasts. My soft gentle sucking has taken on a more aggressive role as I bite and nibble at her erect nipples.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya turns her face towards her and draws her lips towards her own. Anjali is overpowered by Priya's sensuality and sexuality and she is powerless to resist as they kiss in a soft erotic manner. Their lips gently caress each other as their lips part. Priya is dominant and lets her tongue slip past Anjali's lips as she draws her deeper into the kiss.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My hand is drawn to the hairy jungle between her legs and I begin to gently run my fingers through the thick bush of hair. The hair is slick with her juices and this only causes to turn me on even more. I am desperate to tear her hymen apart.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya then pulls Anjali towards her as they stand by the side of the bed. Priya pulls her towards her as they resume the kiss. Priya likes to be in control and she enjoys teasing me. Priya's hands are positioned on Anjali's hips and her thigh is between Anjali's legs. Priya's thigh is gently rubbing against Anjali's bush. I can see the wet stains being left on Priya's leg. The atmosphere is thick with sensuality.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali's body is writhing against Priya as they kiss with greater desire. Priya stops her once more and licks her earlobe before whispering in her ear.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali turns to me and says, "Sir, you must stand." I comply as I know she is under Priya's spell.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali begins to slowly unbutton my shirt and remove it from my body. She removes my shirt and pulls down my trousers asking me to step out of them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali is now stroking my hard cock and I have a silly grin on my face. Priya pulls her hair back and Anjali is now licking the head of my cock.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya is directing her on how to perform this act and despite her lack of experience she has a soft and gentle touch. She licks down my shaft getting my cock nice and wet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya then whispers something to Anjali and she turns her attention to my balls. She sucks on one and then the other before returning to my back.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She is now taking my cock deeper in to her mouth and down her throat. Anjali is a quick learner and is masterfully licking the underside of the head of my cock. I grab her hair and groan as I struggle to maintain control.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya slides down her panties to her ankles. She takes my hand and places it between her legs. She is hot and wet. Priya liked to keep a small landing strip on her pussy. I loved the contrast with the jungle of Anjali. I feel the moistness of her lips running my hand up and down them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My fingers part her lips and her juices excrete out. My index finger easily slides between her lips as I slowly finger fuck her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you enjoying yourself?" Priya whispers into my ear.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh darling, so much. I love you more than anything," I moan out loud as Anjali takes me deeper down her throat. My finger slides in and out of Priya faster as she leans on me. I am rotating my thumb around her clit.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Good boy. Throat fuck the little slut until you slam against the back of her throat, until she is choking on your big fat cock," Priya whispers in my ear. I can sense her deeply aroused state and I increase the pressure on her clit.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Something comes over me at the hearing this and I begin to ram my cock down Anjali's throat. She is merely a fuck doll for our pleasure.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali begins to gag on my cock but instead of relenting, it only serves to encourage me to fuck her throat harder.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya is beginning to push back against my fingers as she approaches her orgasm. Priya holds and squeezes my ass cheek as she tries to stay on her feet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali's tears are streaming down her face as she takes me deeper. Priya's finger delves deeper into the crevice of my ass cheeks. She then inserts it into my anus and I am unable to control myself any longer. I pull out of Anjali's mouth and cum over her face.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya reaches her orgasm and I feel a flood of fluids explode over my hands.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya takes Anjali to the bed and signals for me to sit on the chair. I am leaning back in the chair as I watch Priya gently clean Anjali as she dabs a cloth at her face and her matted hair.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali is a sweaty mess and her hair is matted to her face but knowing Priya this is just the beginning. The cum is difficult to remove from her hair.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya draws Anjali into a kiss. It is the most sensual sight, two beautiful women enjoying a deep sensual kiss.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya is easy with Anjali and she is caressing her arm as their lips become familiar. The kiss is becoming more intense and Priya places her legs between Anjali's legs so that they are interlocked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The scene is sensual as their bodies come closer together and their kiss becomes more passionate. I can see their tongues intertwining between their legs. I am already becoming hard when Priya leans back on her arms and begins to more aggressively rub her pussy against Anjali's hairy cunt.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I watched on as their bodies writhed together and their moans filled the room. Priya was thrusting harder against Anjali and she was the dominant one in the pairing as she grinded against Anjali.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Their moans began to fill in the room and I loved watching their hot sweaty bodies.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Their bodies were building to a huge final climax and they both moaned out loud as an orgasm ripped through their bodies.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They both fell back in exhaustion from their exertions and were breathing heavily.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya was the first to move and sat up against head of the bed. She pulled Anjali up so that she had her head between Anjali's legs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali began attending to Priya and she was down on her knees. Priya had a glazed look in her eyes but she had enough energy to motion for me to get behind Anjali.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My cock was solid as a rock at this stage and I began to rub my cock up and down Anjali's wet and inviting slit.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anjali attempted to look around and protest but Priya kept a tight hold of her head and Anjali quickly returned to attending to Priya's wet pussy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you remember our wedding night?" Priya asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I had said something stupid like 'I wished you were a virgin'. It had been brought up many times since in arguments.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Tonight is our wedding night. I want you to take my virginity," Priya added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I love you," I mouthed to Priya and thrust hard into Anjali. I was able to get my cock half way in but she was much tighter than I expected.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Harder! Be a man!" Priya moaned out loud.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I thrust harder inside of the tight cunt and began to force myself in.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Fuck your virgin wife! Own my cunt! Break my hymen!" She spat at me and it spurred me on. A fire I had not felt before went through me as I rammed into the virgin cunt and ripped the hymen apart for good.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Harder! Make me a woman!" She begged.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I fucked Anjali so hard her face was being pushed into Priya's cunt.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So close baby," Priya moaned and then I felt her pull Priya off my blood soaked cock and pushed her to the side of the bed discarding her as though she was some sex toy we had used.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Cum inside me baby. Fill my womb!" She moaned.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I knew what she wanted and I buried my blood soaked cock deep inside of her. Priya locked her legs around me and locked me in a kiss.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I fucked her with a greater vigor than ever before. Priya could feel this new vigor and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I sensed she was close to her orgasm.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I creamed the inside of her womb as I ejaculated hard inside of her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She broke off the kiss, "amazing baby. Amazing." She said while taking deep breaths. Anjali was no longer a thought for me as my focus was solely on Priya.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After we had recovered from our exertions I went to the bathroom to clean up. The door was slightly open and I saw Anjali begin to dress. My lust had been satiated and I was no longer looking at her with the same lust.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Priya walked up to Anjali and handed her a pair of gold earrings. Anjali had a smile on her lips as she left our bedroom.</span></p>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-26471249795672257762022-01-04T20:08:00.001-08:002022-01-04T20:08:06.919-08:00My Loving Wife Malti<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">Chapter 1 - Introductions</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti (means a fragrant flower), and I are a married couple living in Mumbai. We have three children and have been married for six years. Malti, at 28, is a stunningly beautiful woman and my only love in life. Ours is a love marriage, and like many other rebellious couples, we eloped and married in order to avoid her parents' disapproval. She is a Marathi Konkanastha Brahmin, while I am an ordinary Marathi man. She is very fair, with pale skin complexion, big beautiful eyes, and full pink lips. Her body is delicate - standing at just 5' 3" with a slender and proportionate figure. I am on the darker side, not completely dark, but treated as such. I am 5' 4" and with a medium build. My name is Sanjay.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Side note: Konkanastha Brahmins are Brahmins from the coastal region of Konkan in Maharashtra. They are known to be the fairest Brahmins in the Maharashtra state of India. Due to their fair, pale complexion, light brown eyes they can even pass off as Caucasians. Unlike Caucasians, however, they don't have blonde hair. There are several theories about their origins but that is not of interest in this story.<span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was the eldest of three children in my family. The younger two children died at a young age as a result of various diseases. My father also died before I turned ten. So it was just my mother, my wife, and me at home. In Mumbai, we lived in a building with a Chawl system, in the same house where I grew up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My wife comes from an affluent family. As a result, her decision to embrace a mundane life in the face of opposition from her family surprised me. We met through mutual acquaintances about 12 years ago. I was drawn to her from the beginning, and she quickly realized that. It took us a year to even talk to each other.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was taken aback when she agreed to meet me alone. We hadn't expressed our emotions to each other, but our eyes had said a lot. We enjoyed long evening walks along the seashore and visiting the beach on occasion. She came from a liberal family, so it was easy for her to get away on some pretext or another.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We looked forward to our weekly excursions, and it didn't take long for us to hold hands. We hadn't confessed our feelings for each other yet, but it was clear that we loved each other. However, in our society, such fantasies are unheard of. She came to our house dozens of times with her friends, ostensibly to get study tips or share notes. My mother was aware of what we were up to, and was pleased with my decision.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After about a year, we talked about our relationship and discussed our future plans. I was torn; I loved her but wasn't sure if I could provide a good life for her. Her visits became more frequent after she decided to marry me regardless of her parents' approval.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We had a divorced neighbor named Kishore, whom everyone addressed as Kishore bhai (brother). He had been our neighbor since my parents moved into that flat, so he was almost like family to us. He was, however, a well-known and perpetual lecher in our Chawl. Everyone knew he wouldn't mind sleeping with their wives, but no one dared to challenge him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some of his antiques had piqued the interest of a few women. I'd seen him confidently hit on women from our chawl; he had a talent for seducing women and a keen sense of who would fall for him. He was a fighter who refused to give up no matter how many rejections he received.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kishore bhai was the only son of his parents and came from a Kutchi family. He made a good living for himself despite his humble beginnings. In the last 15 years, he has been married three times. His first wife died in the first year while giving birth; unfortunately, the child did not survive either. He divorced his second wife after ten years because she was unable to bear children for him, and his third wife divorced him a few years ago.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">None of his wives were particularly attractive, but his third wife was adorable and the youngest. She, on the other hand, was quite short (4' 10") and unusually weak. People in the Chawl frequently wondered how she could bear this man's weight during sex. The first and second wives were both obese, and the second wife was also ugly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He was quite tall, about 6', and towered over me, allowing him to frequently boss me around. However, he was significantly overweight, possibly 100 kg (220 lbs). Nonetheless, he would frequently describe himself as "well-built." He had dark skin, several shades darker than mine. His face was covered in chicken pox marks, making him appear much uglier than he was. His thick stubble did nothing to improve the appearance of his face. His only saving grace was his long, silky hair, which he took good care of. It made him appear younger than other men in their forties.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He smoked on occasion but drank on a regular basis. He introduced me to the drinking game; I had learned that completely avoiding it was not a good strategy, so I would accompany him on occasion. Furthermore, at my mother's request, he would try to mentor me, and to some extent, he had influenced me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If you are born poor, curse your fate; if you die poor, curse yourself," he would often say. He recognized my sincerity and backed me up financially. Furthermore, he assisted us with our studies and even assisted me in starting my own business, which was still in its early stages. During our drinking sessions, he would frequently drop hints about understanding human nature.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In his early years, he worked as a salesperson and had gone to great lengths to land big deals. He was wealthy and could afford a posh apartment in Mumbai, but he was afraid it would make him lonely. He knew a lot of people here, and besides, he considered us to be his family. He had written an entire thesis on women and advised me to be cautious around them. He had cheated on 35 women and had multiple affairs with married women at the same time. This was mostly in his twenties and early thirties; after that, things slowed down for him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He had no qualms about objectifying women in front of me. He believed that there are three types of women: those who arouse lust in you, those who you long to be with, and those whom you avoid or ignore. He warned me that when it comes to marriage, a woman's character is far more important than her looks. A good wife prioritizes her husband's and family's needs over her own, making her a much better woman to marry.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Most men make the classic mistake of marrying a lustful and self-centered woman. This is the worst combination because the vast majority of men lack the ability to keep such women happy or sexually satisfied. He cheated on such women because they were an easy target for him. I remember telling him once that a lot of people gossip about your bad hygiene behind your back. He was unconcerned about it, saying, "Never trust women on such matters because they say one thing and mean another." It may surprise you, but many women are drawn to that manly odor that they claim to dislike in public.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We once got into a moral debate, but he wasn't bothered by such trivial societal concerns. He was performing a social service because these women were not sexually satisfied in their marriages, and by having sex with them, he was able to keep their marriages alive. Given the importance of women in our lives, keeping them sexually satisfied should be a top priority. He went on to rant about how some men married very attractive women but lacked the ability to keep them happy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He gave me the example of a 25-year-old young woman who seemed like a perfect target for him because her husband couldn't take care of her. After five years, he finally mounted her and gave her the real pleasure she deserved all along. He couldn't understand why the husband would deprive his wife of this pleasure. Despite the fact that he did not provide many details, I had guessed the woman he was referring to because I knew he had slept with her. Sex, he would argue, is a physical necessity that should not be confused with love. If the husband had recognized his wife's needs from the start, she would have been far happier in the marriage. According to him, a woman can easily appease 2-3 men sexually.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Malti first entered my life and it became clear that we were in love, he told my mother, "Sanjay is lucky; she is a good match." Soon after, during our drinking session, the subject of Malti came up, and I asked him, "Kishore bhai, what do you think of Malti?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She's a nice girl; don't be late," he advised.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How do you rate her personality?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Golden; she'd make an excellent wife!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Please excuse my language," he continued, "but you know I always think with my dick."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She is the type of woman who can elicit lust in a 60-year-old man while also having a very good character. In today's world, this is a difficult combination to find. But you'll have to be on your toes to keep her happy."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I knew he was only thinking lustfully about Malti. In any case, nothing else could have been expected of him. Malti knew him well by then and always addressed him with respect. I noticed that whenever he mentally undressed Malti, I got a strong erection. It was a strange feeling that I couldn't quite put my finger on at the time. With each passing month, it became clear that this truly piqued my interest. I would frequently masturbate just picturing him with Malti. Fortunately, subsequent conversations with him clarified that I wasn't weird.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The question on my mind was how the husband was unaware of this. He had affairs with over 20 women, after all. With the majority of these women, it was not a one-time occurrence. He then told me that while some men were unaware, a large number of them were aware and simply turned a blind eye. This astounded me to my core; I couldn't believe such a thing could happen.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He went on to say that some even encouraged their wives to mate with him. This was the point at which I realized I was experiencing similar emotions. I thought he was a real stud who could please any woman, and I wanted Malti to be happy; sexually satisfied. Nothing less would suffice for me because I adored her so much. It was a bonus that I could get off on those thoughts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">During one of our drinking sessions a few months before our wedding, he brought up the subject of Malti. He was inebriated when he said, "Yesterday I met Malti; she has turned out to be a fine woman." Seriously, man, she's a real hottie."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Some women are so hot and well built that they can really deliver 4-5 children, but some are so hot that even if they are not built to deliver many children, you would still want to impregnate them as many times as possible. Malti is one of them," he explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I ignored his conversation because he was inebriated. However, I was certain that this man was going to take Malti, whether I liked it or not.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In Mumbai, we lived in a large chawl. A chawl is a common building with apartments next to each other; each apartment's doors open into a common patio. Ours was a U-shaped structure. We lived on the top floor, along one of the U-bends. Kishore bhai's apartment was at the far end of the bend, and ours was right next door. Our apartments did not face the open space in the center of the building because of the apartments at the bottom of the U-shape. This provided some privacy because people who were only on our aisle could see us if we stood outside our door, on the patio, or on the balcony.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our apartment was a small room with a kitchen and a bathroom in each corner, separated by a window that opened behind the building. It was a single room, perhaps 10 ft x 20 ft - a reasonable size for a Mumbai apartment. As was common in these buildings, toilets were located in the center of each floor. We had our own bathroom, which made bathing and washing dishes and clothes more convenient.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">One room was definitely a problem for us because there was no privacy for us. My mother would sleep in the night to the side of the room where the kitchen was, while we slept by the door. We used a thick curtain as a separator, but it didn't give us the confidence to shed our inhibitions. Malti was too afraid of being caught or overheard by my mother to engage in sex.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti was only 21 when we married, and I was 24, so we debated delaying starting a family. We reasoned that our current residence was too small to accommodate a child. We used condoms for protection; anyway, she was uncomfortable having actual intercourse because she was afraid of making noises and waking up my mother. We didn't have actual sexual relations until the second week after our marriage. Even then, it was such a brief and insignificant affair that I was embarrassed by my own performance. Malti, fortunately, was too concerned to notice my poor performance. We had to resort to fondling and actual oral sex. We also indulged in some deep French kissing. All of these things were not common during our time, but we had no choice.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was too enthralled by her beauty the first night we slept together to do anything. I just kept staring at her through the small bedside night light. We both knew she was stunning and far out of my league. We talked about trivial matters for about 15-20 minutes before she softly asked, "Are you going to do anything at all or just keep staring at me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I took a step forward and kissed her soft, pink lips. They were so soft; she parted her lips and I smelled her fresh breath. My tongue caressed her tongue as I sucked on her lower lip slowly. We kissed for a few minutes, and when she broke it, she asked, "You waited too long for this?" Isn't that so?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I slowly unhooked her blouse, and she assisted me in unhooking her bra. I expected her to object, but she assisted me, and then I noticed her amazing breasts. They were approximately the size of small grapefruits. Her areolas were about the size of a one rupee coin. Her nipples were the size of small raisins.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I examined her breasts, she blushed but was not embarrassed. Her areolas were lighter in color, matching her skin tone. Her breasts appeared to be lovely and substantial on her chest. I showered kisses on her breasts before sucking on her areola and nipples. When I bit her non-existent nipple, she moaned softly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After what seemed like an eternity of playing with her breasts, she drew me in for a kiss and kissed me hard. It was intense and profound. As if she were the aggressor and I were the victim. She reached for my penis and squeezed it, saying, "Aren't you going to show it to me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let's hurry," I suggested, "mother might notice we've been at it for a long time."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let's try 69 instead of intercourse for today then," she said with a smile.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti was my dream girl, and despite the fact that I thought I knew her well, I didn't. She was far more daring than I had anticipated. She was also a brave woman to take the risk of marrying me and foregoing many of life's comforts. I never expected her to bring up the subject of oral sex, let alone in the way she did.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As we attempted to get into position, she gave us a mischievous smile.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You had to marry me before you could kiss me. I would have lost 5 years if I had waited for you to suggest it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She removed my underwear and examined my slender penis. She looked at it with interest and tried to pull back the foreskin. Her hands gently massaged my testicles as she said, "Now you get to see what you've been waiting for."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti lifted her Saree and slid forward on my chest, revealing her pussy. She'd already gotten rid of her pantyhose. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, I could clearly see her pussy covered in hair. She held up the Saree for me to see the thin slit with the help of a torch. Her pussy lips were pinkish red, with a tiny slit glistening with her juices. I drew her to my face and began to eat her away. Malti shuddered as soon as she felt the pleasant sensations. Her pussy was spotless and odor-free.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She licked my tongue for a few moments before turning around into the actual position. For a long time, we delighted in each other's company. I ejaculated in 5 minutes, but Malti needed relief, so I continued for another 10 minutes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When we finally calmed down, she asked, "Did you imagine it this way?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"This is different," I commented. She gave me a warm hug and a smile.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the following weeks, our sex life didn't change much; she was nervous about making tnoise during intercourse. Her soft moans were already audible. In the back of my mind, I kept picturing her having sex with my next-door neighbor, Kishore bhai.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The stark contrast in their skin tones added to the intrigue. I was irritated that I couldn't have intercourse, but I was also worried about Kishore bhai stealing her virginity.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti was a nice and caring person. It didn't take her long to make friends in the building. Everyone envied my good fortune! None of them failed to notice the stark contrast between her pale skin and my dark skin. We agreed to look past people's lighthearted jokes because the difference was obvious.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti was a primary school teacher who left early in the morning and returned after lunch. I worked at a small computer firm and ran my own small computer company; computers had begun to take off, but they were still quite expensive, and only large corporations or the ultra-wealthy could afford them. Due to the two jobs, I worked long hours and frequently returned late at night; sometimes I worked on Sundays as well. It was our life, and Malti stood by me, knowing the importance of laying a solid foundation.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We were frustrated with our situation at times, but Malti reassured me that our future was bright. We were hardworking and optimistic people. We did have a few opportunities when our Mother went out for errands, but we were too conscious to take full advantage of them. It certainly made our lives more interesting. We were into French kissing and oral sex, which I couldn't say about many other couples at the time. We began with them without hesitation. We were at ease discussing these topics outside of bed, at least using code language.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Even so, our fears would prevent us from having physical intimacy at night. Outside of Mumbai, such concerns were unheard of. There was a scarcity of space, which had interesting consequences. We would pray that my mother would be tired and quickly fall asleep, and on the days when she did, we would take more risks and venture further. We consummated our marriage in the 3rd week at the beginning of Ganesh festival. My mother wanted to see the idols of various mandals, which was a big deal back then.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Each mandal, or group, would decorate and come up with interesting themes to depict during the festival. After all of our outings, we were all exhausted that evening, and our mother fell asleep as soon as she climbed into bed. However, I was too worked up to fully enjoy it, and I ejaculated only after mounting for 2 minutes. She was disappointed, but she didn't show it, and instead asked me to perform oral sex on her so she could climax as well. She finally climaxed after about 10 minutes, and we returned to our positions and spoke.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We would talk for hours, even when we were exhausted, and we would constantly fondle each other. As we hugged each other after our unsuccessful attempt at consummating our marriage, she said, "What's the matter with you? I expected you to pounce on me as soon as we married, but even after three weeks, you disappoint me with such a poor performance."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti was making fun of me. I had no idea she had a good sense of humor until recently. I assumed she was a shy and reserved young lady, but she was far more advanced in almost every way, much to my surprise.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why do you say that?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I remember how you looked at me. There was always an element of lust," she smiled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Anyone who looks at you can't help but be captivated."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course even Kishore bhai can't resist me," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Haven't you noticed how he looks at me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I thought he'd mount me even before you," she added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I gave her an odd look. Although I had introduced the term "mount" in the previous two weeks during our long chats, I didn't expect her to talk with such freedom, especially when it involved another man. I was relieved that she had already noticed his sexual interest in her and didn't seem to find it offensive.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come on, Sanjay, you don't think of me as a conventional woman?" she continued. If I was, I would not have married you. I love you, but that doesn't mean we can't talk freely."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, Malti, of course not; it's just that I didn't expect it," I pleaded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Does he annoy you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not at all," she replied, "he actually makes me happy; I believe there is something in me that can move a man his age."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Doesn't that bother you?" A man staring at your lovely wife?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti was clearly worked up, which didn't surprise me given that we had already begun discussing sexual matters.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know how sometimes we overindulge and can't finish things, and I step out and run into him? It almost feels as if he senses my weakness and is about to mount me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"There are elders to respect, and then there are others who are simply older people," she clarified as I continued to observe her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He's rumored to be a dog with no teeth; he can only bark and not bite," I retorted. Her direct approach frightened me, and I didn't want her to think of me as a wimp. But I still wanted her to explore possibilities with him, and I hoped that the rumor would make her more relaxed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But aren't you upset?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We live in a chawl, where there is no privacy. Men are always drawn to attractive women. People here are too busy making a living to think about morality."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If it bothers you, I will speak with him," I explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, Sanjay, of course not; all men stare at me." It's nothing out of the ordinary for me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are the sexiest and most beautiful woman I know. Even Vishwamitra will succumb to your charms; he is, after all, an ordinary man."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shut up, you charlatan. He is not Vishwamitra, and neither am I Menaka. And I was referring to my attraction, not his," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Your sexual attraction to other men is not immoral," I said quietly. She turned off the light and reached out to kiss me. Her kiss was passionate; her hand reached into my underwear and stroked my semi-rigid dick.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Have you ever fantasized about him with me?" she asked in hushed tones. My pelvis humped involuntarily. Malti correctly read it and said, "I have to."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As she began stroking furiously, my penis hardened. She climbed on top of me and rode me after fumbling for a condom and sheathing my penis. It was our first time, and I liked how Malti took the initiative. This time, we had a longer session, which Malti appreciated.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know, you have a dirty mind," she said as she hugged and slept in my arms.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There was a lot going on in my head right now. Malti had not only noticed Kishore bhai's interest in her, but she appeared to be intrigued by him as well. She wasn't opposed to having sex with him either. I was convinced that he would eventually score with her; it was only a matter of time. Furthermore, I sincerely desired that this occur. I knew that despite his lack of physical attractiveness, he could sexually satisfy her. Having observed her own liberal stance on sex, I predicted that this would occur much sooner than I had anticipated.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Unlike the husbands who had protected their wives from him, I decided to do the exact opposite. He had helped us our entire lives, and this was one way for us to repay him. Of course, I wanted Malti to make the decision so that I wouldn't be obstructing or coercing her in any way. I gave him plenty of chances to seduce her; even today, as we walked from one mandal to the next, he tagged along, and I made sure he got some time with her. Maybe her bold reaction today was just a result of something that happened.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">These thoughts kept cutting in and out of my mind, keeping me awake all night. I began fondling her body early in the morning, waking her up. To see if she was willing to indulge me one more time that night. I fondled her breasts and kneaded her ass as she tossed aimlessly. I unbuttoned her blouse and grabbed her breasts. She moaned almost immediately. "Haven't you had enough for the night?" she asked as I nuzzled into her neck and kissed her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Malti, it's me, Kishore bhai," I said as my hand crept into her pantyhose. As my finger made its way into her soaking wet pussy, she let out a guttural moan. It was dripping profusely now that she knew it was him and not me. She kissed me, ignoring our morning breaths, and said, "Don't make a noise, you'll wake my husband and mother-in-law."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Put your fat penis in me," she said as she pressed my fingers into her pussy. I felt the power of her vaginal muscles against my fingers as she pushed her vagina against me. It was so intense that if it had been my penis, I would have ejaculated right away. It only took a few minutes for her to reach a climax.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She seemed quiet and distant in the morning, so I hugged her and whispered into her ear, "I love you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As she descended the stairs to our floor that day, she returned my loving gaze. Her school didn't start until 7:30 a.m., so she was the first one out the door.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I arrived at work at my usual time, but my thoughts were still on Malti and her admissions. She was stunning; none of the Gujarati ladies I knew could compete with her beauty. As if that weren't enough, she was well-educated and refined. I wondered if she was a cold woman because she hadn't pushed me for sex as much in the previous two weeks as she did last night. It was clear that her libido was strong, and she was also not a traditional woman. My fantasy appeared to be a reality at this point.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That evening, we both wanted to go to bed, but my mother worked until late at night to finish a few blouses that were due the next day. Malti slept in a regular tight Salwar that allowed no access to her breasts due to our haste. When I complained, she reprimanded me, saying, "you need every day now?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Wasn't yesterday enough? "My breasts are bruised," she said, slapping my buttocks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How can you blame me? "Wasn't it Kishore bhai the other day?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She pushed me away and pretended to be upset. I leaned in for a kiss on her cheeks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He's acting like a sex-crazed bull," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He may have detected a virginal young cow that has yet to be properly bred."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She returned her hand to my bulge and squeezed it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I didn't expect you to have such a filthy mind," she said, turning to face me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you fantasize about him taking me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I gave a nod. I was embarrassed about this fantasy, but the way she reacted or even spoke about it made me realize it wasn't so strange after all.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Has he taken other wives in our building?" she inquired, anticipating my response. "You know..." she said, noticing my interest.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She mentioned one of the married women he had boned a few years ago; the one he could have scored with right after marriage but couldn't because she lived in a very safe environment.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How did you find out?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is that correct?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You've only been here three weeks and you've already read it? "Did he say anything to you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Stop talking, Sanjay. Why would he say that to me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is there any other woman?" She inquired, then exclaimed, "Let me guess that."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then, much to my surprise, she guessed the second woman. Both of these women were in their thirties and reasonably attractive. One of them had been married for ten years, while the other had been married for thirteen years. Their business had been going on for at least 5-6 years. So when he mounted them, their ages were close to Malti's. This resemblance had to have piqued her interest as well.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I told her about his background and what I had learned over the years.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So I'm his new muse then," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I don't think he's had much success with a beautiful woman like you," I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How could he have done it? He's such a filthy, disgusting pig," she retorted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Haven't you seen how ugly he is? Not to mention his obesity and age," she added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Didn't you want him to put his fat penis inside you the day before?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's just a fantasy," she retorted, "and how does that matter?" Perhaps he deserves to mate with attractive women."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How come you get so worked up if you don't like him?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's forbidden. "Don't you think someone who has slept with 35 women is worth his salt?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I kissed her neck and fondled her breasts. She was exhaling heavily, and it appeared that we were about to progress to the next stage of our fantasy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He is well worth it," I said quietly. My hand reached for her crotch, which appeared to be soaked in her juices. I untied the knot and pushed my hand inside; she shuddered as my hand reached her pussy. She was drenched, and my hand splashed as it entered her overly lubricated vagina. I kissed her and began finger fucking her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't you think so?" I inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti was drowsy as she continued to concentrate on the pleasurable sensations emanating from her vagina rather than my kissing or talking. It was obvious that it was working. I kept doing it the same way for a while, and she quickly climaxed from my finger fucking.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Will you let him put his tongue in your mouth or yours in his?" I asked as I put on my condom and prepared to mount her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She moaned and asked, "Is there any other way to kiss?" as I settled into position and sank my penis inside.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Go slowly; I want you to stay inside for as long as possible."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She kissed me slowly as I began my slow fucking.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Would you like him to mount you, Malti?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She didn't respond, but she was still motionless as I slowly pumped her. I urged her, and after a few moments, she said, "In my fantasies, he deserves to mate with your young, beautiful, virgin wife."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a minute or so, as I was approaching my orgasm, she began to breathe heavily as well.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Would you put his stinky penis in your mouth?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes," she mumbled as she neared her peak.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He's not going to use condoms and cum in your womb!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I want him to breed me," she screamed, squeezing my penis. It only took a few moments for me to start gushing with my sperm in the condom.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We crawled into our bed. We were both very pleased with our episode; despite my initial reservations, I was able to please her and, more importantly, prolong the sexual intercourse, which I wasn't sure about. Nonetheless, Malti's pelvic muscles were strong, and my ejaculation was accelerated once she employed</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I had no idea you could have such twisted thoughts," I told her. "Neither did I expect you to have such thoughts about your wife," she said with a smile.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We may be unusual, but we are not alone in having such fantasies," she added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It can't be that all 35 of his affairs were always behind the husband's back, can it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"In fact," I responded quickly, "he specifically mentioned some husbands who were happy with this arrangement."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So, in your fantasy, he takes me like he did the other wives? Maybe in 3-5 years?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I pondered whether I wanted to be completely honest with her, but we'd come too far to hide anything, so I mumbled, "much earlier than that."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Really? "How soon?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I didn't say anything. She paused for a moment before asking, "Like right now?" 3 weeks until our wedding?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I didn't respond, she asked, "On our wedding night?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I had exactly the same fantasy," she exclaimed as she turned on her side to face me. Strange, isn't it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He had been pursuing me even before our marriage, but he seemed more persistent once it became clear that we would marry."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I didn't like him, but the fantasy was so erotic that I couldn't get it out of my head."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are stunning. What did you see in him?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nothing. Despite the obvious differences, he pursued me as if he deserved me," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you want to pursue this kind of relationship with him, Malti?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you serious?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why wait if this has to happen in 5-6 years anyway?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Seriously?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's strange, but even before I met you, I fantasized about him taking my wife the way he took other men's wives. It became even stronger and more persistent with your arrival. If this was such a vivid fantasy for you, we can discuss it," I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti was aroused and seemed eager to consider, if not accept, the proposal, but she hesitated as any woman would. It was now my turn to encourage her and provide the necessary support for her to take the next step.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Look," I continued, "you, too, had a fantasy about him taking your virginity, didn't you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She nodded nervously.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Technically, you are no longer a virgin, but practically, you are," I explained, "after all, we have only had intercourse three times so far." We can still indulge in our fantasies."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti froze just hearing my proposal. After a while, she inquired, "Don't you love me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I adore you, which is why I am willing to consider such a proposal. You are far more deserving than I am. So, at the very least, I can ensure that you get what you deserve sexually. He will undoubtedly satisfy you in bed."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Only if you feel strongly about it as well," I clarified.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Wouldn't it have an impact on our marriage?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We fantasized about these things because we understand that sex is not the same as love. I don't see how this relationship could affect our marriage as long as it doesn't change our love for each other."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What if someone discovers it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If we take care, no one will find out; all they can do is speculate, which they are free to do anyway."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's unusual for both husband and wife to have such a fantasy and then have the opportunity to live it out," I added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She leaned in close and kissed my lips. She snatched my semi-flaccid penis in her hand and asked, "Are you sure about this?" It doesn't seem right to give away what is rightfully yours."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you think it's erotic enough for you to live it?" I inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I do," she replied, "but it's complicated; I'm not sure how it would work even if we wanted it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Exactly as you expect," I replied, "you have two husbands instead of one, and how you care for them so that both relationships thrive is up to you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let's sleep on it," she said, "we shouldn't make any hasty decisions."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I had always felt that he would enjoy my charms sooner or later, and I see the same confidence in his eyes as well," she continued, "perhaps you are correct that we have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that we are both eager to consider."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If I truly desired a conventional life, I would have married according to my parents' wishes," she continued, "so this is something worth considering, but fantasy and reality are two entirely different things." There are consequences in real life, many of which are irreversible."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I whispered to her the next morning, after our morning activities at home, when we had a quiet moment.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We are still exploring the possibility, right?" She blushed and nodded and returned back to her work.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You said he could have scored with you very likely? How soon would it have been?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She elbowed me, saying, "you only think about those things?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I persisted, she replied, "Since you approve, maybe by our first anniversary."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What if I didn't approve?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Maybe by our third anniversary then," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She went to take a bath after serving breakfast to us. On Sundays, my mother would generally go to her temple activities, which gave us the opportunity to enjoy our privacy, but we were always afraid of being interrupted, so we never did anything more than kiss and fondle. My mother was in a hurry because of the Ganesh celebration, so she departed after finishing her meal. I shut the door and waited for my lovely wife to emerge from the bathroom.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After her bath, I saw my lovely wife perform her morning pooja, worshiping God and receiving blessings. When she saw I was staring at her, she gave me her naughty smile. "Aren't you underestimating him?" I asked her after she finished.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Three years?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you still stuck there?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Didn't you take this breakfast for him?" she asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I thought you wanted to do that," I said quietly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Now I have to reheat it," she exhaled as she lit the gas stove and began reheating the breakfast and tea.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I approached her and kissed her on the neck, she said, "Of course I don't underestimate him." Since you approve, it would take less than three months, and even if you did not approve, it would happen by our first anniversary."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Honestly," she said, looking at me, "if we had privacy, it would have taken even less time."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti quickly took the tray containing his breakfast, while I grabbed a towel and went to our bathroom. I changed my mind and quickly followed her to the door. "Thank you so much, Malti," he said as he opened the door. As I quickly peered in to see, he had let her in and was following her. He almost ran into her as she set the tray on a corner table.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Good heavens, why do you drink so much?" she exclaimed as she turned around.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh Poha, nice," he remarked, picking up the plate and taking a spoonful right away.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"At the very least, brush your teeth," she grumbled, her gaze fixed on the strewn-about house.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come on, Malti, you know Lions never brush their teeth, don't you?" He said this while sipping his tea, smiling.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti quickly gathered her belongings and announced, "Kishore bhai, you can have lunch at our place today."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are such a sweetheart. Thank you very much, but today is your only day of solitude, so I won't bother both of you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti shook her head and walked away.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Unless you agree to what I proposed," he explained. As soon as she stepped inside our house, I rushed inside. She seemed irritated, and I wondered what had gotten her so worked up, because I had noticed him keeping a physical distance from her and not saying anything out of the ordinary.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What proposal was he referring to?" I inquired as I wore my shirt after taking a bath that day.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Forget it," she said, "he's going insane."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She had no idea I was listening in on her; she assumed I had simply overheard him as I stepped into the bathroom.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I didn't want to push myself any further, so I sipped my tea and read the newspaper. Sunday afternoons were usually a good time for us to spoil each other. My mother returned that day within a few hours because she wasn't feeling well. That thwarted our plan, so we went for a walk on the beach. We felt liberated as we walked along the Marine Drive coast holding hands and talking normally without fear of being overheard.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">During our late-afternoon stroll, Malti opened up and shared how her own fantasies began to form. Her visits to my house increased as we became more serious about our relationship, which brought him in contact with him a lot more. She was initially repulsed, even scorned, by his overt, desperate attempt to woo her. However, her rejections were quickly replaced with curiosity as he continued to approach her as if he were the prince charming. When she noticed other women in our Chawl secretly glancing at him at every opportunity, she knew there was something special about him. Within a year, she had become one of those women who looked at him when he wasn't looking.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our marriage was a low-key affair because Malti's parents were against it. We chose to marry in an unconventional way, first registering our marriage and then having a few ceremonies performed at a temple. Kishore bhai was instrumental in arranging all of this because it was easy for the bride's family to bribe cops and have the groom arrested back then. We were able to avoid the hassle entirely thanks to his contacts with local politicians. As we posed for pictures at the Court, he made his intentions clear. He fondled her naked back and touched her naked back while striking a pose for those photos. No one noticed, but Malti was well aware that his intentions were questionable. He took advantage of the opportunity to touch her naked waist several times on the way back in the bus.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He was far more aggressive with her, while I was too concerned about being caught in the act with my mother, even though we were legally permitted to have such sex. Because of her timidity, she believed it would be far easier for him to score with her than with me. This fueled her desire for him even more.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She had never considered another man before that, and even after our marriage, she only fantasized about him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As we dug deeper into the details, it became clear that she didn't like him. He was dark, ugly, old, overweight, and smelly, but she could easily see him taking her on our wedding night. The prospect of exploring this relationship and allowing him to take her virginity appealed to her. We even discussed where they could find opportunities to mate, as it was difficult for us to find solitude with only one room and my mother constantly staying at home. Kishore bhai appears to have already floated the idea of us using his front room at night, which opened up the possibility of finding a time when they could be together.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let's discuss more tonight," she said as we ascended the stairs of our building.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The usual evening TV noise was present. Most programs aired only on weekends back then, and everyone stayed glued to the television on Sunday evenings. We still didn't have a television in our house, though Kishore bhai did. If he didn't mind, we would frequently watch TV at his house. We had never been big fans of television and had decided against it. My mother was preoccupied with her chanting in the evenings, so she wasn't keen on it. It made sense to go to Kishore bhai's place and watch it for a pleasant diversion.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the way, one of our elderly neighbors greeted us; Malti quickly accepted his blessings by touching his feet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is he looking after you?" he inquired, his voice concerned. Malti gave a nod.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come to me if he bothers you," he said. I'm going to give him a good thrashing."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He laughed and walked away. "I thought he'd say visit Kishore bhai, if he bothers you," I said into her ear as we walked across the floor to our house.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti chastised me for mentioning him and elbowed me; one of the elderly ladies saw it and chuckled, "Give it to him; keep a tight leash on him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti smiled and walked over to our house after greeting her. My mother had cooked dinner for us and said, "Food is ready, let's eat together."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I silently admired my lovely wife as she worked in the kitchen. I used to think to myself, "She's such a beautiful woman." Her skin complexion was so fair and clean that I had the impression that if I touched her, I would leave marks on her body. It was true.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She only wore conservative dresses that kept her perfect body covered. One could only imagine how good her figure looked in the loose-fitting Salwar-Kameez she wore. We weren't wealthy, so she only wore a small "Mangalsutra" and held a delicate golden bangle in her hand. She was simply stunning! In the sweltering heat of Mumbai, all of our bodies had their natural odor, unless we could afford deodorant or perfume. Malti had a strong aversion to such unnatural smells, and we both avoided them; instead, she bathed twice a day. Malti knew I was smitten by her beauty and would frequently sit and stare at her instead of doing anything useful.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She is your own wife; instead of staring at her all day, why don't you do something useful?" my mother would sometimes say.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But, for the most part, she let me do what I wanted. Malti, on the other hand, would always have those nervous smiles when she realized I was watching her. As she realized it today, I took a step closer to her and whispered, "You're dressed so conservatively." Do you honestly believe he can score with you in three months? There aren't nearly enough opportunities for married couples like us."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She smiled and ignored my mindless banter. Sometimes my mother would get annoyed with such constant chatting of ours with each other; not including her in the conversation, but then she would also say that you too are bonding very well.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Compromise is an integral part of every relationship. It will be strong only as long as you are willing to make necessary compromises and sacrifices," she would say.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Look into that cabinet," Malti said, hinting towards our small medicine cabinet. I opened it and found a fresh bottle of vitamins.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's not for you," my mother said between her prayers.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you listening to God or to us?" I retaliated. "Yes, it is for me; mother thinks I am skinny," Malti chuckled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are Malti," my mother interrupted between her chants, "make sure she takes one every day, has eggs for breakfast every day, and drinks a glass of milk every night."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How much do you weigh, Malti?" I inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Last I checked, I was 42 kgs (93 lbs)," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How long ago was that?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"A few months before our wedding," she replied quickly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Have you checked yourself in the mirror, do you really think you are still at 42?" I made fun of her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Imitating my mother, Malti smacked me with the serving ladle and said, "do something useful."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"All right, I'm leaving," I said, then whispered into her ear, "He's 100 kgs. Do you really believe you can handle his weight?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shut up, Sanjay," she yelled, then whispered back, "Mother wants us to start our family; that's why she brought those."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We both understood what that meant for us in that situation. She asked me to leave as soon as she covered her mouth, embarrassed by her own remark.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My mother delivered her usual sermon, which she always delivered when she was happy. It made her feel better to have Malti as her daughter-in-law. Everything about Malti was perfect in her eyes, and given that her parents were adamant about not having any contact with her, we were both emotionally supporting her and bringing laughter into her life. Malti, according to her, was content, and it showed in her weight gain. We were relieved to see her adjusting to her new life after her family had cut her off from their lives.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As is customary, my mother concluded the conversation with a sermon, saying, "People think a good marriage is based on physical relationship, but the truth is, it solely depends on your longing for each other and the compromises and sacrifices you make for each other."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We looked at each other and realized we were made for each other.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That night, as I cuddled with her, she whispered to me again, "I love you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Mother is correct," she said, "I am happy here, and it is reflected in my better health."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Physically, you're getting ready to breed with him," I said softly as I climbed on top of her. I sat on top of her for a while. "What are you doing?" she enquired. I'm being squashed."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am only 60 kgs, and that bull is at least 100 kgs," I slid next to her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Perhaps you are correct, my body is preparing for it," she said, lost in thought.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It was the fifth night when I first fantasized about him," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Even before we had our first intercourse?" I was taken aback by the realization. She had a sly grin on her face.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Does that make you envious?" She said this while softly kissing my lips.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"A little," I joked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know," I said, "even right now he could be thinking about you and, who knows, jerking himself off."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He's a sex-crazed bull, for sure," she remarked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He's a Water Buffalo bull, and you're a virginal Indian cow," I said softly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He weighs more than 600 kgs, while you are barely 300 kgs. He's as black as coal, and you're as white as snow. He stinks to high heavens, and you smell like heaven," I added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"God," she grumbled, "you are good at working me up with your talk."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Perhaps it was the contrast that drew me to him," she speculated.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let's play a game," I suggested, encouraging her even more.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Tell me five things you like about him," I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Five? "What's there to like about him?" She pretended.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Think about it," I suggested.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She pondered for a few moments as I massaged her body and hugged her tightly. My mother also liked the fact that we talked a lot in bed because she thought it was the best way for us to bond; simply having sex wouldn't have the same effect. We developed a deep understanding and trust between us because we were naturally in a situation where we couldn't have sex whenever we wanted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The first thing I like about him is his attitude, possibly his arrogance," she began.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He comes across as someone who has very high self-esteem. "The second thing I like about him is the way he looks at me," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know, that's quite subtle," she explained, "it's the way a water buffalo bull would look at a virgin cow coming of age, as if to say, 'I've taken a note of you; be ready, the time is coming.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Quite creative," I complimented her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The third thing is the way he confidently intrudes on my personal space," she continued. It's as if he believes it's his right."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She came to a halt and waited for me to say something.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How about the fourth?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come on, Sanjay, there isn't much to like about him anyway," she pleaded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You can't get out of it, honey," I pushed, "you took your time to think about it, so say it now."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm not sure," she said after a brief pause, "but I think I like his dark complexion."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you mean his dark face, which is smeared with marks?" I made fun of her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I know he's unattractive, but I'm drawn to him. I wouldn't say I like it, but I'm drawn to it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"All right, the fifth one."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I believe the fifth one is his age. I'm not sure why, but I believe that at this age, we don't care how the rest of the world perceives us; we're content with who we are."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Thoughtful indeed, Malti," I remarked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Now tell me three things you despise the most about him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Only three things," I emphasized.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That list is endless," she admitted, "so I'm sorry I won't stop at three." "Here you go," she began.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"First and foremost, I despise his dark complexion and overall physique. "He's a fat, ugly bastard," she declared.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But you mentioned you liked his dark complexion," I retorted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, I said, I was drawn to his dark complexion. I don't like it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Second, I despise his pungent body odor; even from 3 feet away, I can detect it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Third, I despise his bad breath; he has morning breath, alcohol breath, tea breath, or just plain stale breath."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Fourth, I despise his bathing frequency; it appears that he bathes every other day."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The dreadful outfit he wears at home. He wears boxer underwear. He keeps his house in a state of disarray, not to mention leaving dirty laundry on furniture. "I could go on," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I get it," I said, chuckling at her outburst.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What do you want to change about him?" "Can you picture him as your future mate?" I inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She paused for a moment before shaking her head in response to my question.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Strange, I despise so many aspects of him," she remarked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Following a brief pause, I said, "Hey, let's call him a Gaur in our conversations."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What exactly is it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It is the Indian Bison breed name. They resemble Water Buffalos but are much larger, and they are not as stinky and filthy."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She lay motionless; I let her think about our current situation, but I wanted to make my point clear, so I said, "I think you're almost there with your decision." Your reluctance stems from practical considerations."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you want me to sleep with him because of your financial obligations to him, Sanjay?" In a concerned tone, she inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not at all, Malti. "I would never do something like that," I assured her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We do owe him money, but don't let it bother you. I've been repaying it on a regular basis, and we should have finished it in a year."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's a different story that we can't repay his generosity with money," I added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Listen," I said, "if you find him sexually appealing and want to explore it, don't be afraid of me or other societal considerations."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He can't imagine having such a lovely wife; this is the best he can get from you. I'm not concerned about our marriage. The fact that we are having such discussions only a month after our marriage should allay your concerns."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's 30 days, Sanjay," she corrected me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We only had intercourse twice; on average, I must have been inside you for about 10 minutes each time?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, if you counted the time your finger was inside, it might be 20 minutes each time," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"However, if you only counted the time your penis was inside - which is what an intercourse is - it was only about 5 minutes each time. So, only 10 minutes in 30 days," she meticulously articulated it, oblivious to the fact that she was simultaneously dismissing me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I noticed how thin your slit is still," I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are such an incorrigible jerk," she almost yelled at me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You two, sleep; tomorrow is a working day," my mother interrupted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"When he mounts you, he will undoubtedly make you scream and may even cause you to bleed," I continued.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you want me to sleep with him tomorrow?" she inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Malti, you don't seem to get it," I told her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"All he needs is a sliver of a chance to score. If he were in my position here, he would mount you every night, ignoring the old lady sleeping across the way at least twice. I'd guess 15 minutes of actual intercourse each time. He'd already clocked over 900 minutes, or 15 hours to my paltry half-hour."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How do you know that?" She put me on the spot. "Is he even sexually active at the moment?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I found two condoms in his trash bin last week; in fact, I see them frequently on Saturday evenings. It's most likely to happen on a Friday night or Saturday morning."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti appeared to be calculating something before saying, "Perhaps it's that old lady who visits him; he said she was his cousin-sister."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you see two condoms? If I recall correctly, she was there for less than three hours," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She remarked, "She was so old and out of shape."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do I detect envy or jealousy in your voice?" I inquired of her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shut up. Why should I be envious?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You're upset because he's been trying to romance you while boning that old lady on a regular basis."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I recognized her concern this time and then, in my usual soft tone, whispered to her, "Gaur," I emphasized, the word, the name that we agreed to use only a few moments ago, "is no ordinary bull - he will mount any available cow." Of course, a young, beautiful, virginal cow is always preferable, but that doesn't mean he won't consider other options."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We were exhausted by that point and went to bed with those thoughts. She woke me up as usual in the morning and chatted with me for a few moments while I sipped my tea.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you certain about everything you said last night?" she inquired once more. I gave a nod.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soon after, she was on her way to work. We both connected again that evening, but due to our lack of sleep, we were both tired and didn't have the same enthusiasm to continue our conversation, but I knew that if I disengaged, she might interpret it as a reversal of my earlier decision. Fortunately, my mother was tired as well, and she went to bed early, giving both of us a chance to go for a short walk in our neighborhood before retiring.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As we walked, she clung to my arm. She finally asked, after a long silence and possibly irrelevant things, "You don't think I'm a bad, immoral woman, right?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course not, honey," I assured her, "you are my love, and I want to be with you not only in this life, but for the next seven."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you have any regrets about our recent discussions?" she asked, smiling.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am relieved that we are discussing it as a mature couple," I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you mind if I change my clothes a little?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Like, like what?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Something Gaur would approve of?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was relieved to hear her use that name. She bit her lower lip as the realization dawned on her that she, too, saw him in the same light.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So you like the name, ah?" I enquired, jokingly. She blushed and nodded, a nervous smile on her face.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Does the analogy work?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She laughed nervously, then looked at me and said, "The best analogy! Everything is perfectly captured."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Can you get me a few small hygiene items, Sanjay?" she asked after she had settled down.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"A good toothbrush, toothpaste, and a Dettol bottle."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Gaur will not use it if you think he will change his ways for you," I joked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shut up, Sanjay. Stop kidding," she said as she dragged me along at a faster pace, but only a few steps later, she said, "those are for my use, not his."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you require any make-up?" I inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No. "I am beautiful as is," she countered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I previously stated, this occurred in the early 1980s. Life was different back then; while toothpaste was widely available, it was not the primary dental hygiene product. Lower-middle-class people used an Ayurvedic powder that worked reasonably well, but the effects did not last all day. In addition, due to the hot weather and high humidity, one had to mask one's natural odor. People used deodorants or perfumes, but we didn't like them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As we approached our building, I told her, "I'll get your stuff tomorrow, but I don't think that will matter."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why?" she inquired right away.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Because you're already so beautiful; minor changes in those things won't make a difference, at least not for Gaur."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My mother was sleeping when we returned to our room, and we both jumped into bed right away. I was almost dozing off when my wife reached for my penis and gently massaged it, asking, "Are you sure this can take it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Does it have a say?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's now at your mercy," I added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's a difficult dilemma for me," she explained, "I want to explore, but I am concerned about social ramifications. Because we are so close to Gaur, our neighbors may already be gossiping behind our backs. What would happen if Mother found out?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No matter what we do, people will always talk behind our backs," I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Mother will act as if she hasn't noticed it," I explained, "but she may already know more than you think; she, too, was once a target for him, and I'm not sure if he would have failed with her."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Besides, as I previously stated, we are both deeply indebted to him, so the least we could do is allow him to charm the house's daughter-in-law. If he deserves her, he will get her."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you believe he deserves me? Even if we had no obligation to him?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's a difficult question to answer," I began, "but the short answer is yes."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"A few years ago, I overheard some conversations that stayed with me. His third wife frequently complained to him; they didn't believe I understood their language. Those discussions would usually occur around the time of her periods, when she would want to visit her parents.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I learned from some conversations that he was demanding sex during her periods and usually responded by asking, "What are your other two holes for?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hearing it, Malti was visibly moved, so I continued, "the last conversation was definitely etched in my mind." She was telling her Bhabhi about her reasons for leaving him. He is a sex addict who needs sex almost every day. "If I had been fertile, I could have easily delivered three, if not four children," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We started dating around that time, and I was wondering if you could have handled such a sex-crazed Gaur?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She remained silent for several minutes, but her resolve grew stronger.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You were saying something about not being able to make a difference," she gently nudged me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"First, let's play a readiness game," I suggested. She appeared intrigued but also nervous, as if she expected to learn something she suspected but wasn't sure about by playing the game.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let's say you had a choice between kissing me and kissing him with the same foul, morning breath you despise," I began.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Wait, what kind of question is that?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's a long, deep, intimate French kiss that lasts about 5 minutes. "Who would you pick?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know the answer," she admitted sheepishly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Say it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She mumbled, "Gaur."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What if you have to choose between actual intercourse with me and kissing him?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She looked at me strangely again and said, "Gaur."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What if you had to choose between taking his stinky penis in your mouth and letting him fuck your mouth or having an intercourse with me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Wait, is that even possible?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I raised my brows, and she paused before admitting that it was still Gaur.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What about the option of licking his anus or having intercourse with me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Intercourse with me?" I inquired hastily. She shook her head and thought briefly. I assumed she agreed with me, but she responded, "No, I mean still Gaur."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How about anal intercourse with him as well as regular intercourse with me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Gaur," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Malti, you think you're not ready, but I think you're not ready to accept the fact that you are ready," I said, taking a deep breath.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There was a knock on the door. It was late, so I was curious who it was. It was one of our coworkers. He informed me that there was a problem with some machines that we had delivered to a Pune office, and that they were completely stuck. I had to leave right away; they had arranged for a hotel room, and I could have brought my wife with me if I wanted. I asked him to wait downstairs while I prepared. While I was getting ready, I told my mother to go to bed because she appeared tired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti stuffed my small bag with clothes and necessities. "Why don't you come along?" I suggested. It would be a nice distraction for us. We could also visit a few places while we're there."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I want to, but it's late at night, and I'm not sure it's safe," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Besides, it would be difficult to control when we are alone," she grumbled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You want to come, but Gaur's bride can't. I understand."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It isn't that," she begged.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I snatched her into my arms and kissed her on the cheek. She hugged me tightly and sobbed a little.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am torn between my physical needs and my love for you," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I love you regardless," I said softly, kissing her lips.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"This is your decision, and I have promised to back you up. If it's any consolation, I had the same fantasy of giving Gaur your virginity."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Remember to take your vitamins, eggs in the morning, and milk at night," I advised.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"This waist is very small; it needs to be much stronger," I added. She smiled mischievously as she gently tapped me on the chest. We said our goodbyes, and I walked away.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I wasn't sure how long I'd be out, but I was hoping it wouldn't be too long, because the work turned out to be quite laborious. We didn't get much sleep because we had to manually fix all of the problems one by one until they were resolved. It took us a solid ten days to get through it while sleeping for a few hours every night. Finally, I returned the following Friday afternoon and arrived home late that evening. Malti was delighted to see me and quickly made me a cup of tea. She saw how tired I was and said, "You should go to bed early; dinner will be ready in a half-hour." Mother appears to be struggling as well."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I sat there for a few minutes, talking to my mother, when I noticed a lady leave his seat. Malti was preoccupied with her cooking, so she didn't notice, but I quickly checked on her and realized she might be the same woman with whom he must have slept. "I will be back in 5 minutes; I have to take her to the bus stop," he said, looking at me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I waved and waited for him to come down the stairs. I rushed into his room as soon as I saw him leave our building and looked for the trash can in the kitchen. As expected, there was a small ball of paper at the top, which I quickly opened and checked for two condoms.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was a freshly torn page from a new magazine next to his bed. I grabbed it and bolted from his room. I felt compelled to demonstrate to Malti what this man was capable of. My mother was taking her medicine and preparing to sleep, as she appeared exhausted from the severe cold and fever she had been suffering from for the past few days.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I sat down for dinner with Malti, I drew the curtain and turned off the light. We discussed how my trip went, whether everything went smoothly, and other general topics. As she was cleaning up after dinner, I whispered into her ear, "the mysterious lady visited again today."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Are you upset about his betrayal?" She elbowed me and concentrated on finishing her work. "Do you want to go for a walk?" she asked 15 minutes later.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was a Friday night, and we took such walks on a regular basis. It gave us more freedom to talk openly and also provided us with an opportunity to get some fresh air.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Just for a little while," she begged.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She clung to me as we walked, as she usually did. Nobody in our building doubted that we were made for each other.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is there anything noteworthy?" As we were leaving our neighborhood, I inquired. She blushed and said, "a lot actually, but let's talk about it later." "How was your trip?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I've been working on starting my company for the last three years, and it appears to be taking off well. Sorry for keeping this from you. My mother isn't even aware of it yet. Profits have been phenomenal, but I'm taking it slowly. I was on my way to pick up our own company's order; it was a large client, and it appears they were pleased," I said, beaming.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's wonderful to hear," she said as she hugged me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If you want, we can pay Kishore bhai the money even tomorrow. We will have no further financial obligations to him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When she heard this, she tensed up, but I ignored her and continued, "heck, we can even rent a much better place as early as next month."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How did this all happen?" she wondered, tears streaming down her cheeks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You made no mistake in marrying me," I assured her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Take a day off tomorrow so I can take you out and show you around," I suggested.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We walked a little further as we processed this new information. It was such a pleasant surprise for Malti that she walked with a spring in her step as she reveled in it. Still, leaving this neighborhood meant not having the opportunity to pursue that relationship with him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Does that mean we're no longer interested in pursuing a relationship with him?" she inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Although we have the option of leaving immediately, we should proceed with caution and ensure that we can comfortably afford the new lifestyle. Besides, our decision to date him should have nothing to do with our financial situation."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We returned with a sense of relief in her eyes, despite the fact that the timing of events had dismayed her. By the time we got home, my mother was snoring; the medicine had taken effect.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Today he gave me a new Chaniya Choli that was specially stitched for me," she explained, "and it was supposed to be our wedding gift." He couldn't give me anything at the wedding because he didn't understand my preferences. He also gave me silver payals (anklets) and toe rings."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She went on to say, "Mother liked them."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My heart was pounding furiously as the moment when I was about to lose my wife drew near. Even though I thought it was me who was directing her toward him, I felt there was no need for my assistance. I was, if anything, making it easier for her to accept the consequences rather than harboring guilt. In my mind, it was now a foregone conclusion.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You got those clothes stitched? Who did it? Did you provide any measurements?" I inquired. She continued to grip my hand, as if she was nervous. After a brief pause, she stated, "Yes, that was his first innocuous request."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you upset, Sanjay?" she asked, nervously standing in front of me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not really, but I wasn't expecting such quick progress," I explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We have plenty of time tonight," she said as she arranged our bed and set up the separator. She wore the same clothes because she didn't want to change in front of me. She had always avoided it, despite the fact that I had seen her breasts and even her vagina but had not seen her completely naked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She showed me the dress he had given her in the dim light. Because of the darkness, I couldn't see much; as I tried to inspect it, she took it away, saying, "You need to wait for it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After that, she showed me the anklets. They were modern versions designed for slim women, with intricate designs and strong but thin links. I placed it on her hand and marveled at the intricate design.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you pick them?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, it's his choice," she replied, proudly showing it off on her hand. I took it from her and strapped it around her ankles. They looked great on her petite feet. After connecting the link, I massaged her slender calves, and then I noticed something. I took up the other chain and examined it carefully. The anklet's two hooks were tied together in a floral pattern, with two petals holding the hooks together. A few tiny trinkets were dangling from the bottom petal. Upon closer inspection, I discovered they were modeled after clam shells, with a hook hidden behind the shell's joint. On each anklet, there were three of them. That unusual addition enhanced the anklet's beauty. But my mind was working strangely, so I showed it to her and said, "That looks beautiful, right?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, I like them," she said, taking a quick glance at them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Take your time," I advised. She looked, but she couldn't figure out what I was highlighting. So I took it from her and held them in such a way that the trinkets hung directly from the chain. They appeared to be vertical clam shells due to their design, but because they lacked the ribs on the surface of the shell, they appeared to be bull's testicles.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't they look like Gaur's testicles? " I said softly to her. Her eyes were wide open as she examined it and laughed nervously. As I helped the other one to her feet, she was still embarrassed and trying to hold back her nervous laughter. The chain's design allowed for only faint noise, which was preferable in our home because I didn't want my mother to be awakened at night by the clinking trinkets.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She showed me the toe rings, which were also fancy. As I examined it, I noticed a small design on the top of the actual ring. It was a bird, similar to the famous Cuckoo watches that some Indians favored.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nice," I said, looking for Malti's direction. It was supposed to go on the index toe, but I wasn't sure, so I needed her help.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you mind if I wear these?" she inquired, her voice full of childish glee.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course, if you want to."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come on, let's go to bed," she said, tossing her new dress aside and making room in the bed for me. She was sleeping on my arm, facing me and softly kissing my cheek as she whispered, "I love you." I kissed her on the cheek.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sleep," she advised.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't we need to discuss our next steps?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hasn't it been decided?" She muttered something. Her hand caresses my chest and plays with the hair on my chest.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What's the point if we're going to move?" she wondered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Even though we can," I said, "it would be prudent of us to postpone it for at least a year or two."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Money has an impact on relationships; it makes people jealous, and it can even get to our heads. That's why I kept it hidden the whole time. The only reason I told you about it is so you don't feel obligated to accept his proposal."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She remained silent for a moment before whispering, "Is it really true?" That you've made it big, or was it just to make me happy?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, Malti," I said, quickly getting up and retrieving my purse. I took out a couple of checkbooks and showed her what they were. There were a couple of accounts in my name that held a significant amount of money. When she looked at the balances in those accounts, her eyes were wide open. I withheld them, and she appeared to be lost in her fantasies of living a lavish life.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't let it get to your head," I advised, "because good times don't last forever." Only those who are skilled at managing their resources can hope to escape the gravitational pull of poverty."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How long are we going to be here?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I would say 2-3 years," I said, "but assume 5-6 years, but plan on staying here indefinitely."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We live here normally; we invest our money wisely in the hope that it will eventually help us move to a much, much better place with a much better lifestyle."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So now we have something to talk about," she said quietly. I hugged her as she rolled onto her back. My thigh rested on her thighs, and my hand massaged her breast gently. I moved in to kiss her, but she turned away.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What happened?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We should talk right now," she said, her gaze fixed on mine. Her demeanor indicated a sense of urgency, so I asked, "Did he make any other innocuous demands?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, he wanted breakfast in the morning on the weekend; that's why I made his favorite last week," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Everything that happened between him and her that day made sense now. He was dragging her into his net by her agreeing to these minor requests.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you really want us to go ahead with it, Sanjay?" she inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's your decision, Malti," I said, "and I will accept whatever it is."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I know you love me a lot, but this has to be our decision, honey. "This is a precarious path," she began.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Once we sleep in that room, it won't be long before he mounts me for more than 25 hours in the next 45 days while you add another paltry half-hour to your account."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is this really what you want?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I won't mind if he monopolizes you," I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you only have him in your fantasies, or do you also have other men?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No. It's just him," I mumbled, embarrassed by my own irrational desires.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What are your thoughts? "Do you want or need this?" I inquired. She paused for a moment before saying, "Not sure." I appreciate him pursuing me, but I'm not convinced of his virility just yet."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Perhaps I can dispel some of your doubts," I eagerly said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Would you like to be his advocate? "You're welcome," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did the lady show up today?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Perhaps an hour before you got here," she speculated.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And she left not long after I got there."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Here's the proof," I said, reaching for the ball of paper I had hidden beneath our cupboard. I arranged the condoms so that all of the sperm would return to the condom's tip.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"These are the two samples," I explained as I lifted the condoms.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ew, you're gross," she said, pulling away from me but still staring at them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And here is the one I use," I said, pulling it from my stash and lining it up against his two condoms. Her jaw dropped as she noticed the difference. Condoms stretch, so it's difficult to tell, but she noticed his was a jumbo version and mine was a regular version.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You've seen a used one of mine," I explained, "and my sperm barely makes it above the tip." "Take a look at his condom," I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"His quantity is probably five times mine. Not to mention the fact that he screwed her twice in an hour."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti was mesmerized by the specimens, so none of my commentary was necessary. I was possibly Kishore bhai's best lawyer. As I laid the specimens on the floor, she still looked at them lovingly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Perhaps you're right," she said as she rolled over.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Would you like to touch it?" I inquired. She shook her head in disapproval. So I rolled it all up in the same paper and hid it under the cabinet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Throw it away in the morning," I said, squeezing back into her bed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It appears that we both agree he is an excellent candidate, perhaps the best and only candidate," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"There were times when I felt I was weak and he could take advantage of me, but he never did."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And I, too, am intensely drawn to him; not just sexually, but also emotionally," she added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I almost get the impression that he wants to romance me rather than just have sex with me; are you getting it, Sanjay?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Even though I despise him, I want to be connected to him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"There's something special about you, Malti; perhaps he considers you his fourth wife!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's strange; I felt the same way," she remarked as we fell asleep.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"His roots are from Kutch, and that area was dominated by Muslim Rajputs," I explained, "and he frequently hinted that he had Muslim ancestors. And, as you may be aware, Muslims are known to have a large number of wives."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I didn't realize that."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you notice how the anklet has the letter "K" nicely hidden in the chain structure?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She yawned, "I didn't notice."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you see the bird on the toe ring?" I inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What about it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Doesn't it look like the cuckoo bird we see on old grandfather clocks?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes," she confirmed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't you realize? Cuckoo birds never have their own nests; instead, they lay eggs in the nests of other birds."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The other bird raises the cuckoo chicks as its own offspring, sometimes even at the expense of its own chicks," I explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"In humans, when a husband raises another man's children, he is known as a cuckold," I explained further.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you know what toe rings are for?" I inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It helps women's menstrual cycles," she explained, adding, "Gaur explained it to me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"There is a nerve that runs through your womb and connects your index toe to your heart. A toe ring improves blood circulation in this nerve, increasing fertility "I clarified my position.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You think I don't understand it?" she sluggishly inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She turned around and hugged me from behind, nuzzled into my neck, and stroked my semi-erect penis with her hand in my underwear.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course, Sanjay," she said quietly, "he wants to breed me; he wants to breed your wife."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Isn't that what you were hoping for?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was enough to make me sputter my sperm.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Chapter 2 - The Elderly Neighbor Takes My Wife</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I awoke late. Malti had a day off and stayed at home as planned. We both left late in the morning, with me going to all of the banks and showing her the actual proof of the money we had, as well as adding her name to the accounts so she would be aware of them if something happened to me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I had previously stated, financial security had been a concern for her, but it seems to have passed now.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Because it was a hot day, we decided to go see a movie in a cinema to cool off. She, too, desired to spend some peaceful, relaxing time with me. Her mind, on the other hand, was on another world from the start. Because the theater was rather empty, we each chose a good, comfy seat. We spent a lot of time talking about how I started and grew our company, as well as what we should do next to extend it even further and truly establish ourselves.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti grew up in a wealthy household, so this fortune didn't come as a surprise to her. I was worried about it myself, but she was far too mature for her age, and that gave my life some stability. I wasn't sure if my own mother would be able to deal with the news calmly, so I decided not to tell her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was cold in the theater, so she wrapped herself in her shawl, which she soon extended to cover my lap as well. After a few moments, her hand descended into my lap and caressed my bulge. Clearly, I was worked up and expecting something, but I didn't dare to take advantage of her in such a public setting. She had no such reservations, and after a few good squeezes, her hand searched for the zipper and slowly tugged on it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What are you up to?" I spoke to her in hushed tones. She kept squeezing my bulge over my pants.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Something different," she said. But because I wasn't comfortable with it, she decided not to unzip me and to keep massaging it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you hoping Gaur mounts your wife soon so that you can get some relief?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Very much," I mumbled, hoping that none of our actions were noticed. Fortunately, it was dark and sparsely populated, making it difficult for anyone to notice anything odd; besides, we weren't doing much by conventional standards.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you interested in it as well?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Somewhat, but I need some time to think about it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If a middle-class couple like ours wants to live such a life, candidate options are limited," she added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If you ignore his flaws, Malti, he is truly gifted," I assured her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I like that he is an elderly man who is related to our family and lives right next door. However, such relationships are fraught with complications because they take on a life of their own."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Would you like it to be time-limited?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm not sure, Sanjay, but the lack of such a choice makes the decision more difficult."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He is trustworthy," I added, "so that is another plus."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If you really want me to take on another husband, he is certainly a good choice," she said, despite his flaws.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How do you think it would work if we started sleeping at his place?" she inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I hadn't considered it, but it would be obvious to him soon," I explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are correct, he is not an amateur, so things would be open in no time, and it would then become a sort of open relationship," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You'll be his fourth wife," I said, slipping my hand into her lap and caressing her thigh.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I don't think he'd like that," she said quietly after a brief pause, "must have had painful memories of his previous wives."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What if I ended up being his mistress?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She squeezed my bulge and said, "The sole purpose of a mistress is to sexually please her master. Isn't that what you wanted?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We sat quietly and watched the movie for a few minutes. "Gaur has made his first move, Sanjay," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Uh? When?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"On the last day of Ganesh celebrations," she explained, narrating the brief incident.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Except for a small portion on top of the toilets that was reconstructed during recent repair work, our building had a traditional roof and no terrace. Our floor's access to the terrace was via a ladder through a small storage area. Because many people had previously misused this terrace, the storage room was eventually locked so that only authorized people could access the stairs. Fortunately, Kishore bhai had the key, and he opened it that day to allow people to enjoy the festival processions. Many people took advantage of it as the sun set, but only a few people stayed back.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was Malti's first vantage point, and she lingered on the terrace for a long time, not realizing she was alone and Gaur had arrived at the deserted terrace. It wasn't until he embraced her from behind that she realized it was him and she was alone on the terrace. Because it was quite dark on the terraces, only those who were intensely staring at them could see what was going on. She tried to free herself, but he was a strong man, and she didn't try hard enough.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">With one hand, he massaged her breasts while the other caressed her naked tummy. Clearly, this wasn't the first time he tried to hug her; he had done so on the first night of Ganesh festival, when we went out to see various setups in our neighborhood. However, this was the first time he massaged her breast. His strong body odor was all over her, and she could feel his hot breath on her neck as he inhaled her fragrance. As he pushed forward, she could feel his bulge on her lower back. He practically enveloped her entire body, and she realized for the first time what it would be like if a man much larger than her tried to romance her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They must have been awake for only a few minutes when my mother called for her. It snapped her trance, and she bolted. He could see that she was available now, and all he had to do was push the boundaries.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti was ready and eager to mate with him, but she was concerned and did not make herself available. The next chance came a day before I arrived; she had left a few items drying on the terrace. Usually, in the evening, some or all of the other people were on the terrace, so she wasn't concerned about being caught by him alone again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She had escaped his clutches several times before, but not the day before I returned. The situation was identical, except that it was getting dark and she went to retrieve some items that she had left drying on the terrace.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He appeared just as she was about to walk down the stairs. He took the items she was carrying and gently placed them to the side before confidently taking her in his arms. He planted his lips on hers even as she leaned back and pressed against his chest. She was incredibly worked up and eager to take the next step, so she cooperated but did not give in easily. In a matter of seconds, he was passionately kissing her and putting his tongue in her mouth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her fears of his foul breath had vanished, and all she could feel was his manliness. His manliness reflected in his stale breath and pungent body odor. Even though she had no intention of kissing him back, he was so good at kissing that she did it passionately. The kissing continued for 3-4 minutes without interruption; she was unconcerned about anyone catching them or even seeing them from other buildings; it was quite dark, so she felt safe.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He spun her around and began squeezing her breasts. He was smitten by them; as I previously stated, Malti's breasts were large and looked fantastic on her slender frame.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"These will feed my babies," he said quietly to her. He kneaded and squeezed her breasts like there was no tomorrow. She couldn't take it any longer and turned around, offering her lips to him once more. She kissed him briefly this time before rushing down the ladder with her belongings, pushing him away.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After narrating the episode, she asked, "Are you happy?" My penis, which was as hard as a brick, answered her question before she even asked it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Did he meet your expectations? Did you find his odor offensive? Did you get a sense of his masculinity? I had a million questions, but I was so moved by her story that I kept quiet and let her speak for herself.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We gave him the opportunity to seduce the daughter-in-law, and he kissed the bride exactly one month later. I didn't notice anything, not his bad breath nor his strong body odor. All I felt were pleasant sensations, nothing else," she stated.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Does he now have the legal right to breed his daughter-in-law?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was enough for me to ejaculate inside my underwear.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It always gets you, doesn't it?" she chuckled. Anyway, he never needed our permission; he would have bred me one way or another."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you want me to speak to him about the rental agreement?" I asked as I finally settled in after cleaning myself up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, not yet." Allow him to take me as he intended; boldly and without regard for societal considerations."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Navratri is approaching; it should provide ample opportunities to fully realize our fantasy, and I should also be in my fertile period."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shouldn't we wait a few years, Malti?" Starting a family so soon may not be a good idea."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Perhaps you are correct, but Gaur may disregard our family planning," she retorted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Those were our thoughts as we exited the hall. Things were moving much faster than I expected. He had seduced my lovely wife in less than a month, and she was clearly smitten by him, enough to avoid sexual relations with me entirely. Kishore bhai informed us upon our return that he had planned a movie night. Movie nights were special back then, when we'd rent a video cassette player for the night, rent 2-3 movies, and watch them all night. The room would be packed with eager onlookers, but he kept it quiet because he wanted it to be a private show just for our family. My mother was hesitant because she had already planned the next day's morning temple activities. His only request was that we keep him entertained; it wasn't clear what kind of entertainment he was implying, but Malti understood and entered our room with a smile.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She quickly made a light dinner for all of us and went about her business for the evening. She emptied her bowels, took an elaborate bath, and stepped out wearing a simple skirt and top. As usual, she was stunningly beautiful. She wore a traditional Indian garland (Gajra) in her hair, which Kishore bhai had apparently purchased for her. I assumed she would prefer a night gown, but she chose a simple dress instead. When Kishore bhai opened his favorite rum bottle, I realized what he meant by entertainment.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">During the first film, Malti was busy preparing some items for us while we sipped our drinks, and my mother even sampled a little. My mother chose to retire after the first film ended. Malti finally decided to join us and watch the movie; up until that point, she had been busy preparing snacks for us. Unfortunately, I had had a little too much to drink and was feeling drowsy. Malti sat down next to me, and I chose to rest my head in her lap and watch the movie, despite the fact that my entire week's hard work was showing. Kishore bhai had been raving about this fantastic film that had recently been released, and how he had been able to obtain it for private viewing even before it was released in theaters. We watched it despite the fact that it was a very slow film that neither of us was interested in.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Things had quieted down considerably; it was after 12:00 p.m. and there was no danger of anyone disturbing us. Kishore bhai stepped out onto his small balcony, which overlooked the main street. There was a light drizzle, and things were finally cooling down. The cool breeze was having an effect on me. While sipping her drink, Malti chatted with him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She wasn't into it, but as a modern woman, she saw nothing wrong with it. It had only been about 5 minutes when I noticed Kishore bhai was not at his usual spot and the TV seemed a little darker; perhaps he had reduced the brightness of the TV. I was sleeping on Malti's thigh when she spread her legs and pushed me up to her knees. She covered my head with a thin scarf; it covered my eyes as well, enough so that I couldn't look at her without tilting my head.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As soon as I realized what had happened, all of my blood rushed to my penis, and it was taut in a matter of seconds. Fortunately, I had anticipated this turn of events and had left the door to the cupboard right next to the television partially open, revealing what was going on between them. Things were hazy due to the reduced brightness, but I could still see. Kishore bhai was sitting next to Malti on the divan, and it appeared that they were whispering to each other. He would occasionally lean forward and massage her breasts. Malti would check on me from time to time to see if I was awake or asleep.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Another ten minutes passed as they both sipped their drinks leisurely, and it appeared that he was asking her to come to the other room, but she wasn't convinced that I was fast asleep. Finally, Kishore bhai snatched a thick pillow from her lap and placed it just above my head. Despite Malti's warnings, he sat down next to her, took her in his arms, and planted his lips on her. As soon as their lips met, my wife's pelvis jerked involuntarily. Malti moaned loudly as she parted her lips and welcomed his tongue. Her bangles clinked as she held his head and fussed over his hair.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti groaned between kisses as he continued to roughhouse with her breasts. It was clear that she enjoyed it. It was a long and intense kiss that made me wonder about my sanity; why would I give up my wife to someone like him? Despite her complaints about his stale breath, she kissed him passionately for well over 5 minutes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I love your breath," he said, breaking the kiss. Malti flushed and wiped her lips with her scarf before reaching for her drink.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let's take it slowly; he's a light sleeper," she said quietly to him. They appeared to be discussing the film as he explained the plot to her. The TV volume was also turned down, so understanding required close attention. The movie was coming to an end; either I had been sleeping for a long time, or they had fast-forwarded the scenes because it was a very slow movie.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh, she slept with them both?" In surprise, I overheard Malti say.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Who is the father?" She inquired after a short while.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Who do you want it to be?" he asked, bending down and pressing his finger into her pantyhose. She gave him access by lightly undulating her hips and spreading her legs a little. As his finger penetrated her vagina, Malti let out an audible grunt.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You're sloppy wet," he said quietly to her. Looking at her in the mirror, I could tell she wanted it. I noticed her gently rocking her pelvis, emulating intercourse with him, while she was lost in pleasant sensations. He took out his finger and offered it to her to lick, which she dutifully did, even bobbing her head up and down on it a few times.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know the answer, don't you?" she said sensually as she drew him in for a quick kiss.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Who would be her husband and father of her child?" he inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Naseer would be the husband, and Om would be the father," she said casually, grabbing her drink back.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Om Puri, the actor, had the same pock marks on his face as Kishore bhai, but Kishore bhai was much darker.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Genesis was the title of the Hindi film. Supposed to be a thought-provoking film, but it was clear that he was attempting to persuade Malti that such polyandrous relationships exist. In that film, the woman accepts both men who vied for her attention and delights them equally, and ends up pregnant as a result.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let me put the next movie in," he said, quickly changing the cassette and forwarding it to the appropriate parts. He narrated the movie's plot and gradually moved on to interesting bits. I could tell the language wasn't English, so not much could have been understood, but he was filling in the blanks for her. The film was a soft porn, but it contained enough nudity and sex to make it illegal in India. In another 30 minutes, they'd finished that movie as well. It was the film "The Key" by renowned director Tinto Brass. In the film, a husband and wife exchange fantasies through a secret diary. Wife accepts her daughter's boyfriend as a lover.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He went on to explain another movie's story, "I Love You Rosa," in which after the wife is widowed, she is supposed to marry her husband's younger brother. He mentioned another Italian film to her in which the father-in-law deflowers his son's girlfriend.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then he went on to say that in some parts of India, it was customary for the wife to sleep with elderly males from her husband's family before sleeping with her own husband. He was clearly trying to persuade my lovely wife that it was not uncommon for a married woman to have sex with other men, especially if they were closely related to her husband's family. Despite the fact that she had initiated her affair with him, she appeared to be haunted by guilt for disappointing her husband. It was difficult to tell whether she was acting or not, but in retrospect, it was clear that a combination of curiosity and guilt was at work.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is he sleeping?" he inquired. I saw her give a quick smile and an approving nod. Kishore bhai crept over to the television and turned it off. Malti gently lifted my head and placed a supporting pillow beneath it. She covered me with a nearby comforter and turned her attention to him. Fortunately, there was a small zero watt bulb at the far end of the room that provided enough light for me to see what was going on.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our daring neighbor returned, carefully straddling my head, and stood right where Malti was sitting, pressing his crotch into her face. His lungi (a light-colored cloth wrapped around one's waist) was pulled up to his knees. Malti moaned and sniffed his crotch, inhaling the musty aroma and murmuring, "Love this manly aroma!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He boldly removed his lungi and placed it on the divan behind Malti (a backless sofa). Tilting up my head, I saw this huge man standing over me while my tiny wife was kissing his large genitals. He hurriedly removed his underwear and let it fall down on one of his legs, right beside my head, and I detected a pungent odor emanating from it that my wife described as manly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His large genitals were now clearly visible, making the scene even scarier. Even in the dim light, I could see my wife nuzzling into his crotch, softly kissing it, inhaling his masculine odor, and making love to her prized possession. She licked his testicles and sucked on his large tool.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She lavished her love and affection on his magnificent cock and massive testicles. His penis appeared to be at least as thick as her forearm and significantly longer than the length of her palm. I could hear her slurps and the occasional smacking of her lips. After about 5 minutes, I noticed Malti focusing on his large testicles, and she soon turned around and pushed him forward, kissing his buttocks. Because there wasn't enough room, she scooted back and was now straddling my face.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her butt was right above my nose, only 5 inches away, and her skirt had completely covered my face. I couldn't tell if she was doing it on purpose or was caught up in her lust. As she began licking his anus, I waited patiently. I couldn't see anything from where I was, so I concentrated on the sounds and her movements. Kishore bhai was enjoying the attention as he moaned a few times, but Malti was unfazed. She finally let go after about 10 minutes and went to the bathroom. He, too, joined her and returned after a quick change of clothes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I couldn't tell if he'd ejaculated or not. I assumed he had, but I wasn't sure because I didn't hear any groans.They returned and quietly shifted to the divan behind me, where they slept. It was a small one for the two of them, but there was nowhere else for them to stay. I expected them to have their sex in another room, but they didn't.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He said, as they settled into each other's arms, "That was incredible. I've only had it a couple of times in the past."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"When did Aunt tell you about me?" he inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"About six months ago," Malti replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I adore Sanjay," she continued, "and I also enjoy adventure and refused to live the mundane life my parents promised me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you really know what you were getting yourself into?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, I've heard Aunt's moans and screams a few times already," she chuckled softly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I didn't think you were the adventurous type," he explained, "you were more like a snobbish woman, scoffing at anything unrefined, but I saw that spark in your eyes and instinctively knew that you would be difficult but not impossible to get."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What exactly did she tell you?" he inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She was torn between her love for Sanjay and her duty to you," Malti explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What she was asking of me was outrageous, but she had to have a reason. So I didn't think too hard about it and just went with the flow."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"However, what did she say?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She promised me to you, but she wanted to keep you at bay for the first few years," Malti explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's no surprise she's irritated by your behavior," he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Once I understood the circumstances, I couldn't justify breaking her promise," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There were kissing sounds, and it appeared they were going for the second round. I carefully looked back and saw that my neighbor had mounted my wife. He pushed his penis inside quickly; despite her grunt, she was fully prepared for him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Take it slowly," she pleaded, "we haven't had such a leisurely opportunity in a long time."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So, what did you do?" he inquired, encouraging her to continue telling her story.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It took me a few months to make up my mind, and I began communicating with you more frequently."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kishore bhai was thrusting slowly, his entire body resting on top of her. I couldn't understand how my wife, who weighed only 45 kg (100 lbs), could handle the weight of this stallion, who weighed more than 100 kg (220 lbs).</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"In order to make it a reality, I decided to make myself available to you," she went on.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Once the wedding date was set and you had arranged for all of the logistics, it was clear to me that not giving you any chance would be unfair."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was about a month before our wedding. I recall how frequently she came to our house during that time period. I didn't understand at the time, but it was becoming clear to me now.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"My mother-in-law was particular about it and shielded me the majority of the time," Malti explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"A few days before the wedding, I persuaded her that it was wrong to break a promise to someone who had helped us all along. I informed her that I had decided to make myself available and that she should be supportive and look after Sanjay."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh, so it wasn't Aunt; it was you the whole time," he explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti was moaning softly now, as if his constant humping was having an effect. It had only been 5 minutes, but she was already showing signs of orgasm. I recognized her moans, which were far more intense than anything I could elicit from her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Except for the occasional slapping and kissing sound, there was silence. She finally grunted and gripped him for a couple of minutes. Her entire body went limp after she climaxed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What are you made of?" she remarked, encouraging him to plough her again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"These things must be done delicately," she continued, "so I thought it best to give you a chance and leave the rest to you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you believe Sanjay was acting similarly? Providing me with an opportunity in a subtle way?" He inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I know he's knocked out now," he added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">No wonder they had made sure I was sleepy and possibly given me something. Now I recall that I had inadvertently spilled a glass of liquor on the balcony and may not have received the full dose he had intended for me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He knows everything about your conquests, doesn't he?" she joked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So you're in agreement," he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's obvious to anyone that you're a lecher," she stated.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Would you have succumbed to me if Aunt hadn't persuaded you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Perhaps, but it would have taken a lot longer. There is no privacy, so nothing is possible without the support of family members."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I sometimes wonder what made you fall for me," he said, "because you are such a beautiful and young woman."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's not difficult to understand, Kishore bhai; you know how to please a woman and how to pursue one," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Such men captivate women."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kishore bhai continued plowing while they talked leisurely. She appeared to be climaxing again after what seemed like 20 minutes. Kishore bhai joined her this time and ejaculated inside her. They parted ways, and Malti went to the bathroom for the second time, heaving a sigh of relief. They both stepped out onto the balcony for a few moments before returning inside.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They both watched a regular movie for a short time, but Kishore bhai and Malti were uninterested. They both decided to call it a night and fell asleep within a half-hour. Malti slept on the mattress next to me while he slept on the divan. She nuzzled into me and fell asleep quickly. I soon fell asleep as well.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After what seemed like another hour or so, I awoke to find Kishore bhai sitting up on the divan once more. Malti returned from the bathroom and climbed onto the divan, where she lay next to him. "God, you are so horny," she exclaimed as she kissed him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm madly in love with you, Malti," he said. She didn't respond, instead kissing him and having him mount her for the second time.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Take your time," she said quietly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was envious of the chemistry he had with my wife. Despite the fact that Malti and I were quite close, I felt that he had made a lot more progress in a much shorter period of time.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Was Aunt the same as me?" Malti inquired out of curiosity.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Absolutely not. She was icy and tense all the time. It wasn't until the last ten years that she truly began to enjoy it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Can you tell me how old you are?" he inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"21."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She was 25 when it began, but she was too scared to enjoy it at the time," he explained, adding, "I am 45."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are my father's age, yes."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is it bothering you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I couldn't have kept up with your younger self," she admitted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Tell me honestly, did you father Sanjay?" she enquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You'd have liked it, wouldn't you?"He inquired, chuckling.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes," she admitted in between moans, "it would have justified you mounting me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She was pregnant with him when they moved here, and she fell for me within the first month. Similarly to you," he elaborated.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I fathered the other children, but she was a frail woman, and they did not survive."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti moaned incessantly as he stroked her. There was something about this man that could elicit such an emotional response from her. Even if I had stroked her furiously, she would not have reacted in this way. He wasn't in a hurry and let Malti enjoy the pleasurable sensations.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Have you considered my mistress's proposal?" he asked, abruptly changing the subject. Malti didn't respond, so he increased his speed and began ploughing her with zeal. She pleaded after only a couple of minutes, "Oh, no. Take it easy."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As he settled into the rhythm, she said, "Kishore bhai It might not work."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But are you willing to give it a shot?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She agreed after a little prodding, whispering, "Hmm."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It wasn't clear to me why they were discussing some things in code language and others explicitly. They finished their sex after talking about a variety of topics; none of it seemed particularly interesting, or perhaps I was simply too tired to care. I didn't wake up until she laid next to me and kissed me. The strong stench of sperm hit me, as did the bitter taste, as Malti pushed her tongue into my mouth. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that it was pitch black and that Kishore bhai appeared to be snoring on the divan.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I kissed her back; she was all worked up now and kissed me passionately. She straddled my face after a minute and offered her pussy for me to smell and taste. The smell of sperm was even stronger, but much of it had begun to dry. I pushed my tongue into her vagina without hesitation. Malti shuddered and squeezed her vaginal muscles, releasing a thick, slimy substance onto my tongue.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Was that my very first cream pie? I'd imagined it several times, but after hearing some of their conversation, I began to wonder if I'd already tasted it. After about 5 minutes, she laid next to me and kissed my cheeks, whispering, "He mounted your wife."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We went to bed and didn't make much noise after that. Malti woke me up promptly at 6:00 a.m., and we went to sleep in our room. My mother left early in the morning and returned shortly after. I awoke at 9:00 a.m. Malti had already freshened up when I awoke lazily and hugged her from behind.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hmm," she said as she pushed me away. You stink; go take a bath first. I finished up my morning activities and returned. Malti greeted me with tea and freshly prepared upma. As she closed the door and sat down next to me, she smiled mischievously.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How does it feel to live your fantasy?" she inquired. I was nervous and unsure what she was implying, but she clarified, "Gaur mounted your wife last night. I gave you a taste, but you were too tired to enjoy it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What happened?" I enquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You'll have to use your imagination, Sanjay," she replied coyly as she kissed my cheeks and said, "Thank you!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You gave me two fantastic gifts yesterday; the first was about our financial freedom, and the second was Gaur."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What have you decided?" I asked her as she went to get a glass of water for me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Instead, she asked, "Do you have any regrets?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not really," I admitted matter-of-factly, but her chemistry with him had clearly bothered me. Nonetheless, it was something I had fantasized about, so I can't say it didn't excite me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We sat in front of each other after finishing our tea. Malti was stunning, but more importantly, she appeared content and exhausted. When I noticed a red mark on her neck, she quickly covered it up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Gaur's gift," she said quietly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I want to be Kishore bhai's fourth wife," she said, looking me in the eyes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You mentioned becoming a mistress earlier," I retorted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What he didn't get in the last 20 years of marriage, I want to give him in the next ten," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So he'll be coming with us even if we leave this place," she added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She was poised, composed, direct, and solemn. I was drawn to the same sternness.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"There will be no more hide and seek," she added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Kishore bhai is 45 years old; there is no point in wasting time."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Give it a little time," I advised.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Before Navratri," she said again. Our conversation was cut short when our neighbors knocked on the door. After they had gone, I asked myself, "How am I supposed to do that?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That is your problem," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When my other building friends arrived, I left with them, leaving her to handle the housework. Despite the fact that I was conversing with my friends, I had only one thought on my mind. Navratri was only a week away; how could I possibly plan everything for her so quickly? As my mind ran through various scenarios, it became clear to me what she desired. After hearing Malti's reasoning last night, some of my rage toward my mother subsided.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I previously stated, we were indebted to Kishore bhai, so allowing him to enjoy the pleasures of my wife was a sure way to pay it off. If my mother can do it, why shouldn't she expect the same from her daughter-in-law? Besides, she had given her ample warning prior to our marriage. Malti could have chosen not to marry me, but she did.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When did she begin having sex with him? What made her want to give me a taste of his sperm? It was strange because we had never discussed it. She clearly read my mind and was brave enough to try it without fear of the consequences. What if I had revolted or made a scene, but she had sex with him while I was present? She was taking risks, and so was Kishore bhai. Both wanted things to be out in the open as soon as possible.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Everyone in our building knew Kishore bhai was very close to our family; especially after my father died, he took very good care of us, just like an Uncle would. As a result, even though everyone thought of him as a lecher, no one expected Kishore bhai to have such thoughts about Malti. The truth was quite different, but I decided to use it to my advantage.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He was 45 years old, and Malti, who was only 21, could easily have passed for an actress. Due to a lack of privacy and opportunities, he had only mounted the Chawl's youngest woman on rare occasions. She was 33 years old at the time. She was a lovely lady, but clearly not in the same league as Malti. The 24-year age difference between the two, as well as the stark difference in their complexions and appearances, allayed our concerns. Some even suspected he fathered me, but thanks to Malti, I learned that wasn't the case.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We already had a metal door at the entrance to our section of the patio, which effectively separated both of our flats. We had mostly kept it open, only locking it during festive times when a lot of unwanted people came in. If we started using it, it would undoubtedly provide a lot more privacy and open up new opportunities.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That night, a movie was being shown on the ground behind our building. Normally, they would choose a Saturday night, but due to the previous night's rain, they had shifted to Sunday. Many families would sit on the ground with their chairs or thin mattresses to watch these films. Some would even look out the window that opened into the ground.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kishore bhai would occasionally open the terrace for us to enjoy the view. Because the entrance to the storage room was behind our common patio door, I reasoned that the terrace would provide them with more privacy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I went ahead with the plan, telling him how yesterday was a good experience but that I dozed off too quickly; perhaps we should watch the movie together. Malti raised her brows and smiled mischievously as she listened. My mother appeared to be clueless, and although it was not uncommon for people to watch movies from the terrace, she avoided climbing the narrow ladder.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I took it upon myself to clean up the terrace and prepare for the event. It was a small space, maybe 4 ft x 6 ft, because it was essentially the roof of two toilets. While the rest of the roof was tiled, it faced the back of the building and looked into the open ground behind our building. The tiled room ascended from the terrace and descended to the other side of the building. This roof protected the rooms at the base of our building's U-shape structure. Because the terrace lacked a light source, it was always dark, but light from the ground and neighboring structures provided some illumination.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kishore bhai was the first person to reach the roof, carrying a small foldable chair. He'd placed it on the terrace, facing the ground, near the tiled roof. We walked in, and after some introductions, he said to me, "Why don't you grab some comforters and pillows from my room; they're right on the bed." I forgot to pick them up."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He didn't wait for me to walk away completely. Malti giggled softly and offered her lips for him to kiss as he hugged her from behind. As one descended the ladder, one could peer through a netted opening into the terrace. It wasn't practical, but it could be used to spy on someone on the terrace. I didn't waste any time and got everything I needed. Malti snatched them up and spread them across the tiled roof. Because there was only room for two people, I assumed Kishore bhai would sit in the chair, defeating the purpose. Before I could say anything else, he said, "Oh, please get the drinks. They're right there on the table."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I returned with the drinks, they had both settled into their positions on the tiled roof and placed a pillow and a comforter in the chair for me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We've taken a seat on the balcony. Could you please take a seat in the stall?" Malti pleaded, "Please?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We began with a few pre-party drinks to get the party started. As is customary, the film began after some delays. My head was just below the roof line as I sat in the chair, and if I slouched my back, they wouldn't have been able to see me. It was a unique position. Despite the fact that I felt I was in a hopeless situation, I felt I could have taken advantage of it. We talked for a while, but when the movie started, Malti said, "Let's watch the movie now."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That was the clue for me as I slouched in the chair, slowly rolled down, walked to the corner, and peered around the corner. I felt comfortable eavesdropping on them because my position was not in their direct line of sight. They were sitting pretty close together, and when I peered over, I noticed that he had leaned in and was fondling her breasts. She appeared relaxed and preoccupied with the movie rather than his actions. They were chatting, but I couldn't hear anything because of the distance and the environment.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They were both wrapped in a single comforter. They were already testing the limits. Is it clear that I told Kishore bhai that she was his to have? I had a pretext last night, but now I don't. I was experiencing angst while they both continued to watch the movie and talk to each other. A good half-hour passed with almost no action from them. I even wondered if I had only dreamed about what had happened the night before.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Could you please get some water for me, Sanjay?" I overheard Malti inquire. I stood up, stretched my legs and back, and turned to face them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you enjoying it?" I inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, it is comfortable," Kishore bhai replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm sorry, but you'll have to make do with the chair today."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I smiled and walked away. I quickly grabbed a bottle of water and was disappointed to see that there was no action at all. Malti took the bottle, we talked for a few minutes, and she asked me to take the chair again so we could watch the movie.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sleep if you want," Kishore bhai said to me as I sank into my chair. I quickly returned to my vantage point and peered back onto the roof without delaying too long. That bastard was fingering my wife, and he seemed to be building up a crescendo as Malti threw her head sideways, trying to contain her moans while still enjoying the pleasurable sensations.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She clenched his hand and drew her feet back, squeezing it. She'd had a good time. He'd clearly been at it for at least 10-15 minutes. He drew his hand and offered her his to lick, as he had done the night before. Malti was a sex freak who eagerly lapped her own juices from his hand while pretending to fellate his fingers.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After that brief episode, they both needed a bio-break. Kishore bhai defiantly went to a corner and peed on the roof. He encouraged her to do the same, but she climbed down from the roof and drank some water instead. "He has been persuading me to have intercourse," she said after catching her breath.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He already regards you as a cuckold and is asserting his claim," she added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You shared a comforter with him. What else could he possibly think?" I retaliated.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If you didn't notice," she retorted quickly, "he climbed the roof behind me despite the fact that I told him you and I would take the balcony seat."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"All you had to do was ask me to climb down so you could sit next to him," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Because I knew you wouldn't say anything, I made that request," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Now go take that seat," she said as she went downstairs to freshen up. She took her time and returned after about 15 minutes. When she returned, I was still sitting in my chair.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Aren't you dying to see me beneath him?" she smirked. They had paused the movie halfway through because there were some issues with the machine. While we were standing on the terrace, Kishore bhai was gazing at the stars.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Didn't you want it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She ignored me and fumed inside for a few moments before saying, "Fine. It's too late to change anything."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You started it," she said, "and here are the rules: sexually, I belong to him; no intercourse with you until I am pregnant, and no sex until I have been with him that day."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How about..." When she cut me off, she said, "things will become clear gradually; no need to think too hard."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We waited for a few more minutes, and when the movie began, she took my assistance and climbed the roof once more.That was the end of it. I wondered if I'd lost my wife again. Every time I have a chance to reclaim my wife, I seem to squander it on purpose. Still, I could never give her the pleasure that this man could; given his age, I felt compelled to make that concession; otherwise, Malti's sacrifice would be in vain.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She sat right next to him, her knees folded and her head resting on her knees. There was some small talk, and Kishore bhai persuaded her once more. She listened to him while sneaking a glance at me and her surroundings. We were on the fifth floor of a five-story building, and there were no other tall buildings nearby, so we were safe. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Even in the dark, with the light from the screen behind me, I could see her fair skin against his dark skin, which was becoming lost in the sky's darkness. It was a gentle kiss at first, and she went back to watching the movie.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kishore bhai had read the opportunity well and was relentlessly pursuing her. Given that she had the option of not returning to the roof, all three agreed that the next step was necessary.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He kissed her and fondled her breasts for another 15 minutes before finally pushing her on her back. After some intense kissing and fondling, he mounted my wife. There was complete disregard for my presence; he didn't even bother looking at where I was and simply mounted and began stroking her. He didn't care and pumped her as if he were alone in his bedroom with no one around. Malti was moaning loudly because she knew I was watching what was going on between them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">For what seemed like 25 minutes, he alternated between furious and leisurely strokes. I could barely hear her moans and grunts, but there was no doubt that they were reckless. He ejaculated quickly after that and collapsed on top of her. He lifted himself up and straddled her face, offering his penis to clean after a minute or so. He had no doubt in his mind that he had completely duped me and could have taken my wife with no repercussions. Soon after, he returned to his original position and fully reclined. Malti stood up, tidied herself, and began descending the roof.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I sat on the chair as she descended from the roof, knelt next to me, and kissed me without saying anything. She stuffed all of his sperm into my mouth and kissed me passionately.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He was gushing like a geezer today," she said, pulling my hand and saying, "come check it out."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She stood there with her legs spread, inviting me to clean her. The strong stench hit me as soon as I ducked under her skirt. She held my head carefully and placed her pussy, which was covered by a pantie, right on top of my lips. The juices had permeated that shear pantie, and she soaked me with the slimy substance as she slowly spread it on my lips. The raw odor was undeniable. She slid the gusset aside and slapped my cheeks, asking me to open my mouth, and then placed her pussy lips on top of my wide open mouth. It poured glob after glob into my mouth. I had no choice but to eat everything. My nostrils had been invaded by the rancid, bitter taste and pungent odor. There was no getting around the fact that I was a complete cuckold.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I painstakingly cleaned her pussy and then retreated. Kishore bhai had passed out by that point. I roused him from his slumber and we descended the stairs. It was after 12:00 a.m., so Kishore bhai suggested, "Why don't you guys sleep in my room like last night?" There's no need to wake your mother."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She looked at me, and when I didn't respond, she went to his room rather than ours. We got into bed after a quick freshening up. Malti had placed the mattress in the front room, and Kishore bhai was scheduled to sleep on the divan as usual.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She extended a glass of water to me. After taking a sip, I wondered if there was anything in it and walked into the bathroom to get my watch. During the process, I spilled all of the water in the basin and had to start over. They had no idea that I had duped them yet again, this time on purpose. I thought so; there didn't seem to be any need for pretense.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We slept completely in the dark. Malti kissed my cheek and whispered, "I love you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You did the right thing," she said as she stroked my penis.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"A few more of these, and he'll realize you want him to mount your wife."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We fell asleep quickly. I wasn't expecting any more fireworks, but the creaking of the divan jolted me awake. My wife was gone from my side; she appeared to be on the divan with him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Kishore bhai, what you did today was outrageous," she exclaimed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Malti, he obviously wants you to mate with me," he retorted. I recognize his personality; he will turn a blind eye to whatever is going on between the two of us."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He penetrated her again, and she grunted. They got into a groove. After a few moments, he announced, "From tomorrow on, there will be no intercourse for him. His only job is to make you happy orally."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hmm.." she said, agreeing.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He fucked her for another 20 minutes or then I had the exact same repeat of the experience. This time since I was awake, I understood that Malti let him doze off before feeding me his semen. Clearly, Kishore bhai was not aware of our tacit understanding. Next morning, we were up very early since Malti had to go to work.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We got a chance to connect in the evening; both of us decided to hit the bed quite early since we both were exhausted with movie nights. My mother had some late evening bhajans, so we used the opportunity to talk about everything that had transpired in the last two nights.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's better if I tell you the truth," she began.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Like many girls from liberal backgrounds, I was exposed to such pleasures at a young age. I was still a virgin, but I had some sexual experience. I played with my cousins, but my maternal Uncle taught me a lot."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I have always loved you and still love you," she continued, "even if it does not appear so."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Your mother made it clear that if I married you, I would have to take care of his needs as well."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did she really say that?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, but only in a roundabout way."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I have heard your mother's moans and sounds a couple of times. So I knew he was man enough to sleep with a young lady like me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As time went on," she continued, "I realized he could give me sexually what you could never give me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But your mother began to feel guilty, and she began to discourage or at least pressurize me to postpone relationships with him until after a few years of our marriage," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I wondered if what I had heard the night before was true, but I couldn't take anything at face value because Malti understood me so well and knew what wouldn't go down well with me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh, she did," I remarked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You were deeply indebted to him, and breaking her promise wasn't the right thing to do," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I wouldn't be the right daughter-in-law for this family if I did that. Besides, it didn't appear that life was fair to him either. Neither did he help you folks thinking that one day you would marry such a pretty woman. So it's his fate, I reasoned," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So you felt sorry for him?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's not a pity; it's just being fair. He was equally entitled to my body," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You had over a year and several chances to enjoy my physical pleasures, but you didn't take them. I needed to give him at least a month before we married."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He, too, faltered; having taken me for my wedding gift - the dress he finally gifted me now - he squandered two opportunities."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"On the day of our wedding, I wondered if things would ever change; perhaps your mother was just scaring me away from this marriage. My perplexity was short-lived, as I ran into him in the locker room, and he wasted no time in making his move."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He exuded the confidence and arrogance of a man who knew he owned me. He kissed me passionately for more than 5 minutes, reminding me that I belong to him, not to you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He kissed me in his room again that afternoon, and he kissed me again in the evening. I paid him a visit in the morning, and he unceremoniously took me on the divan.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His foul breath and pungent body odor had permeated my entire existence for more than a half-hour as he kissed me deeply with his morning breath. I wasn't disgusted, despite the fact that I should have been. My body had never felt those sensations before. Regardless of his hygiene, I learned that he was gifted and deserved to mate with a beautiful woman like me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's how I lost my virginity to him," she explained, adding, "you did end up living your fantasy."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was surprised to hear her story; her eyes were expressionless, so I asked, "Did you wish it had happened differently?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Perhaps, but what happened had its own allure, and I thoroughly enjoyed the episode, even if it may not appear to be so."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We had a few episodes here and there after that, but not until Saturday night," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Mother wasn't very encouraging."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Didn't you say she pushed you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She was conflicted. She did take me to the doctor and get me my vitamins and fertility drugs. She already had Kishore bhai on a libido-boosting medication diet, which she expected me to continue."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And she did, in fact, give me condoms on the first night."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you have any regrets about marrying me? Or sleeping with him?" I inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, I adore you. So marrying you was a good decision."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He may be a dark, ugly, fat, stinky pig, but he made me proud to be a woman. Even if you mounted me four times, you couldn't give me a quarter of the pleasure he does in a single session."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I didn't want a boring life, so I don't regret it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What should I do now?" I inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'll tell you what. Isn't that your dream?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She calculated her words and said, "He will take your wife as his wife." You should give him permission. He appears to have been born to enjoy my youthful body. Allow him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My mother intervened at that point, and we decided to call it a night and sleep. We did talk about the circumstances and background a little more, but the gist of it was the above conversation. Malti woke me up early in the morning by fondling and kissing my penis. I kissed her without thinking, and she soon began kissing me deeply as she stroked me. I attempted to roll her so I could mount her, but she pushed me back, saying, "You will not get anything more than this."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Only stale kisses for you," she said sensually as she kissed me. Her and my stale breath made me acutely aware of what she was implying.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You won't be able to taste my pussy until I've had sex with him," she added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ignore the mounting. It's only for real men," she explained. Hearing that, I ejaculated. I spilled my sperm after only two minutes of stroking. She wiped her fingers across my lips and went back to bed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti meant what she said and made certain that I did not receive anything more than she promised. Kishore bhai was away on a business trip for a couple of days, so things seemed a little slow, but Navratri began on Friday night, only three days later. I still didn't have a plan, but I knew Malti would assist me in improvising something on the fly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The festival of Navratri was celebrated with great fanfare in our society because Gujrathi made up 95 percent of the population and this was their main festival. We had a large grassy area behind our building where everyone congregated to play Garba and Dandia dances (it is an ethnic dance of Gujrat that had become popular in Mumbai). The celebrations would last until very late at night, with very loud music playing until the early hours of the morning. As strange as it may sound, it was a perfect occasion because many people would be fast asleep or outside; the building would be deserted, and if she paid him a visit one of those nights, no one would notice. Even if my mother was awake, the loud noise would surely mask their frantic activity right next door.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti prepared a lavish dinner for us that evening. My mother insisted that she start eating a boiled egg for dinner as well. I noticed her making thali for Gaur. On the plate were two boiled eggs for him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's a natural aphrodisiac," she said, pointing to the eggs, "and this is a booster," she said, mixing some powder into his curry.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She had mentioned it before, but I hadn't noticed it until now. Normally, we would not eat non-vegetarian food on the first day of Navratri, but Malti appears to have persuaded my mother to do so for that day. He had just returned from his trip in the evening and was looking forward to the lavish dinner.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I saw my lovely bride put on the gown that Gaur had given her. It was a traditional Chaniya Choli in cream with intricate embroidery in gold and red threads. Her deep red scarf had a nice thick border with gold embroidery. It was unusually long, covering her stomach and breasts and resting on her head, with some spilling over to the opposite shoulder. She wore a traditional nose ring with a chain to match.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her forehead was adorned with a "Maang Tikka," which was essentially a large, intricately designed pendant that rested on the brow but was held in place by a chain that ran along the center parting of her hair. Her outfit was completed by a thick necklace that matched her elaborate Choli and a plethora of red bangles on her hands. She had borrowed the jewelry from a friend; it was fake, but it looked great on her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She looked stunning without makeup, but her friends insisted on a little bit, so she obliged. Still, she refused to wear lipstick, claiming that her natural lip color was far more appealing. My mother was always pleased to have such a lovely daughter-in-law; Indian families are obsessed with skin complexion; a fair daughter-in-law will bear fair children.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Everyone on the floor complimented her beautiful attire; she could have passed for a Gujarathi, they said. Kishore bhai praised her as well, and I noticed that she posed a little bit for his pleasure, without attracting the attention of others. He had arranged for a private photographer to photograph his fourth wife. We all posed, but clearly the photographer had taken a few pictures of her and a few with him. She was the center of everyone's attention because it was only a few months after our marriage.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As the crowds around our rooms thinned and people began to stream out to the ground behind us for the main event, I sensed Malti wanted a quiet moment with him. She had made a point of dressing perfectly for the occasion. Many in our Chawl had already commented that she could have passed for a Gujarathi bride. My mother had already left, accompanied by other elderly women from our Chawl. She was sleeping with our acquaintances on the ground floor of the building, who weren't as bothered by the festivities. I excused myself, saying that I had a few things to organize for the event downstairs and that she should join me after the photo session. The photographer continued to take a few more pictures of my lovely wife.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was a clear signal for Malti and him to make the most of the time they had before descending the stairs and joining us downstairs. As I walked out of our chawl, I waited for the photographer to leave. I was at the far end of our chawl, which was completely dark because everyone was downstairs enjoying the festivities. The photographer left about 5 minutes later, and Kishore bhai closed the main metal door that covered our section of the patio.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti remained in his room. When he shut his door, it was clear that he understood what I was saying. I went downstairs and got to work on the arrangements. After about an hour, a boy informed me that I was needed upstairs. I dashed upstairs, where Malti awaited me in our room. Kishore bhai's room was locked; he appeared to be at the event.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As soon as I walked in, she turned off the light and latched onto my lips. The familiar smell of sperm hit me immediately, as did the bitter taste of his sperm. She pushed me back on our mattress, straddled my face, and offered her pussy to lick after our intense and deep kissing. It was super slick with their juices, and it gushed down even more as she squeezed her vagina. It all came to a close quietly. As soon as I was finished, she left to clean herself up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the next ten minutes, she tidied herself and smiled as she welcomed me. I had already cleaned myself up and was waiting for her. She sat next to me, smiling, and said, "Thank you." That was a thoughtful gesture to leave me alone with him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti felt the same way, tired but relaxed. The redness on her face that I had noticed earlier had faded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you content?" I inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"A great deal. Now he knows you've given up your wife to him," she explained. There was a pensive silence that served as a reminder that we had gone too far down the rabbit hole and that there was no turning back.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am in my fertile period and could be pregnant right now. If not within the next few days, I will most certainly be."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What transpired?" I inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We had sex," she explained, "I licked and tongued his dirtiest hole; it was my way of letting him know I was his slut."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come on, let's go," she said quickly, brightening the mood.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As soon as we stepped into the arena, everyone noticed us. Malti's face had a glow to it that told me it was the right decision to hand over my wife to him. My mother would not have approved, but I felt that half-measures were just as dangerous. We danced with abandon, as if we had both accepted the fate that lay ahead of us. Several men in our building and neighborhood complimented me on how beautiful she was and how fortunate I was to be her husband. Some men even approached her under false pretenses in order to strike up a conversation with her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some women envied her, but Malti was such a nice and soft-spoken woman that the majority of their jealousy and envy faded as they got to know her better. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was the life and soul of the party that night. My mother witnessed some of it and was overjoyed to discover that she was so well-liked in the crowd. That evening, many of her photographs were taken, and many of them took advantage of the opportunity to be in the same frame as her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">During this time, Kishore bhai would be either scouting for a new paramour or boning one. However, he was calm and composed this time, and some of his close confidantes noticed the difference in his demeanor as well.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you already over the hump?" They joked as they sipped tea in their private corner.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am ready to settle down for the last time," he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Another one bites the dust then," one of them remarked. They all laughed and moved on to another topic. Kishore bhai, who was usually loud and chatty, was unusually calm and quiet. He was no longer interested in the women from that gathering. The event always drew the pickiest of women, who were an eye-candy for such lechers and others who thought of themselves as decent men.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What did you do to Kishore bhai?" When I had a chance to talk to Malti alone.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He is calm, quiet, and composed, and he has lost interest in these women."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Well, he now has a young, beautiful, and loving wife," she responded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"However, does he deserve you? There are so many here who are far more deserving of you than he is," I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't get me wrong," I joked, "I'm happy for him. Even on our wedding night, he deserved to mount you in my fantasies."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti smiled; she knew she had me wrapped around her little finger even before we married, but now she could make me dance whenever she wanted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She sensually rolled her tongue in her mouth before whispering to me, "If you're wondering if I don't mind being crushed under his weight every single night; even multiple times a night, the answer is yes!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If you're wondering if I like his pungent body odor, the answer is yes, and if you're wondering if I'd kiss him every morning with his morning breath, the answer is yes!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And I will continue to conceive from him until either of us dies or reaches menopause," she stated emphatically.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She was aware that she was informing me of disturbing news, with a strong emphasis on shocking me, so she clung to my hand and let it sink in. As some of the couples came in and said hello, she said, "You may think I am saying all of this because we are indebted to him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Even if your mother hadn't pushed me, I would have been sexually attracted to him. Even on the night of our wedding."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Even if you weren't a cuckold, I would have conceived at least once, if not twice, from him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't feel bad," she said softly, "more than half of the men here don't deserve their pretty, young wives." Our society's delicate fabric has swept these issues under the rug. Only a few men are as honest as you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was fascinating to learn how Malti viewed our situation. She was liberal in her thinking, independent in her viewpoints, and possessed an abundance of courage in the face of any situation. Because a vanilla lifestyle was not her cup of tea, I inquired, "Would you have married him?" i.e. if he had proposed to you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She rolled her eyes and shook her head without thinking, wondering where it came from. She had never considered such a possibility and had no intention of doing so. I was relieved to hear this because I was worried that, based on their chemistry, she might abandon me for him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He had the potential to seduce me," she admitted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Before our wedding?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She gave a nod.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How much before?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"3 years," she replied, "isn't that when we started going out?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But you decided to marry me only a year before our wedding," I remarked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Marriage and sex are not the same thing. I was ready for sex with you for the last three years," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"However, don't compare yourself to him," she cautioned.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He is a charmer," she continued, "sizing up every woman he meets but focusing on the ones who are vulnerable to his advances."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Like the ones who have been married for a few years and have lost their mojo but are still relatively young."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"With me, he started charming me right away," she continued, "but it was fleeting and casual. He only shifted gears when our relationship was on solid ground and we were seriously considering our future together."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So, he could have been mounting you on a regular basis but we hadn't even kissed?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She laughed and nodded. The crowd had begun to disperse, and someone suggested that we go out to a local food joint and grab something to eat. Some people chose to return, while others continued on their journey. Everyone left us alone because they knew we were a newlywed couple. We continued our conversation as we walked slowly towards the joint.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How did you come to embrace this promiscuous lifestyle, Malti?" I inquired. We had discussed it earlier, but clearly neither of us had the courage to be completely honest with each other.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Thoughts of a promiscuous lifestyle are quite recent, Sanjay," she responded, "they were not there when we first started going out and had not been there even when we got married."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Having an affair and occasionally sleeping with him is not the same as what we are about to embark on. I am always available to him in this regard."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"About a year ago, I realized he didn't have the best intentions for me," she continued.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's one thing to look at someone and quite another to believe they have every right to court you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Once Mother told me about him, I realized why you two weren't protecting me from him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Women fall for such men who pursue them regardless of whether they are deserving or not. Kishore bhai was definitely in that category."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Once I discovered your cuckolding tendencies, the writing was on the wall."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If you've ever wondered how he got into bed with me despite all his flaws, it was because he thought and acted as if he deserved me, another man's wife."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We ran into Kishore bhai at the joint and he joined us; we spent a little time chit chatting about mundane things and then he suggested we go for a short walk to the Marine lines. Even though it was late, he summoned a taxi and we were soon on our way. Kishore bhai sat in the backseat with Malti, while I sat in the front. At every turn, he made it clear who was the alpha in our relationship. When he arrived, he directed me to pay the fare, exited the taxi with her, and began walking towards the farthest corner, leading Malti to some of the stones below. I trailed behind him as he confidently placed one hand on her waist and guided her down the stony path.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The sound of crashing sea waves had completely drowned out the background noise, and we were alone in the darkness. The glittering lights behind us illuminated the rocky path around us, but it didn't provide enough visibility beyond about 10 feet. He sat with her on one of the rocks overlooking the sea, holding her by the waist and sitting in close proximity to her. As I took a step back and faced them, his face was completely obscured by the darkness, but I could still see Malti. She appeared nervous but at ease in that position.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you know what's going on?" he inquired. I couldn't understand what he was saying, so I remained silent. Malti avoided looking at me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As your neighborly stallion, I am serving your wife and assisting you with your bedroom duties. It doesn't appear that you have what it takes," he clarified.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"This is not unusual for me," he continued, "you know I have served a lot of women and it has never bothered their husbands; if anything, it has only benefited them."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"In this case, however, I have grown fond of her, and she sees the value in having a long-term relationship with me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you agree, Malti?" he asked, looking at her. She simply stared at him and offered her lips. He pressed his lips against hers and kissed her passionately. There was no pretense and no rush to finish it. It was completely natural and lasted about a minute.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So, here are your options," he said confidently.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You divorce her and she marries me," he said, pausing to gauge my reaction before adding, "or you stay married to her but accept that she is my woman and that I come first for her."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">For the first time, I gulped the saliva and asked, "Malti, what would you like?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She waited for his approval before speaking, then stated, "We have already begun this journey. We can coexist as mature adults. Can't we?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He looked at me, waiting for my response. "I agree," I said, "You've been like a father figure to my family, so I think keeping it in the family makes sense."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course it makes sense," he replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know I'm not husband material; you can handle those responsibilities as long as you understand and agree that she has another husband who is far more important sexually in this early stage of marriage."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you understand?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She isn't looking for sex from you," he stated unequivocally.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Your role is to be her partner, to emotionally bond with her, and to take care of all the household duties that a husband is responsible for. Of course, as a man, you are entitled to some sexual relief, which you will receive if you behave."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kishore bhai was equally emphatic in communicating the new mode of operation to me as Malti was.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Malti may jerk you off occasionally," he added, "but don't count on it; she has a lot of other responsibilities, so you may have to do it on your own a lot of the time."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you agree?" he inquired. I gave a nod.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I can't hear you," he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I agree, Kishore bhai," I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Didn't I tell you, Malti, he agrees?" he asked, smiling.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sit here," he said, indicating the spot next to her, and kissed her. I sat silently as my beloved wife kissed my next-door neighbor. It was a strange sensation. They ignored my presence and kissed for a long time, making me feel like a third wheel, which I was.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti turned to me and softly kissed my cheek, breaking the kiss. She then nibbled on my earlobe and said, "Dreamt about being his cuckold, didn't you? You are now!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Tell him what I need as fees, Malti," he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She looked at him with a glum expression and said to me, "he expects cuckold husbands to give him a blow job as a token of appreciation - on a regular basis."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He had moved away to give us a private moment to talk about it. That thought had crossed my mind, but I couldn't have lived it because I wasn't gay.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am not gay," I protested to her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Neither is he," she reasoned, "it's his method of establishing pecking order."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Please don't cause a scene, Sanjay," she wailed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I persuaded him to let me assist you by taking part in it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But I don't like it, and I can't do it; I certainly can't keep doing it," I replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Once he realizes you will never question his authority, he will stop. "Believe in me," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When she realized I had resigned, she called him back and asked him to take a seat. "He is not gay and derives no pleasure from such an act, but he understands the purpose behind it - putting him in his place, so he will cooperate but would require my assistance," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She invited me to join her on her knees in front of him. I knelt in front of him, reluctantly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Open the zipper," she said softly to me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Remember, this gives your wife heavenly pleasure," she said as she led my hands to the zipper and pulled down. Kishore bhai unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The pungent smell that my wife was such a fan of hit me and turned me off but she pushed my head forward and pushed down his underwear with another hand. His large specimen was almost erect.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"By pleasuring him," she whispered,"you are admitting that he is the real man in our relationship."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He took a step back as soon as my lips were close to his penis and I detected the strong stench of his piss. Malti leaned forward, taking his penis in her mouth. She drew him in and bobbed her head up and down on his genitalia. She took my hand to the base of his penis, and I realized for the first time that he was a truly gifted stallion. It was as thick as her wrist, and I double-checked by holding her wrist and comparing them. After about a minute, she drew me in and kissed me passionately. After a few moments, this thick penis began probing our lips and eventually made its way between them. Malti had a firm grip on me, so I had no choice but to continue kissing his thick penis as she did.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She pushed him back, allowing him to sit on the rock, and began sucking on his testicles. After a minute or so, she kissed me again, then proceeded to lick his anus and kissed me again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We returned shortly after. It was 2:00 a.m.; there was no pretense, and we both entered his room with the explicit intent of sleeping there. The two Divans were assembled in the shape of a single bed with the clear intention of sleeping two people on the bed. "Today is my wedding night with your wife," he said. Make the bed for me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He motioned to some new bed sheets and flower petals, which he intended to sprinkle on the bed in accordance with tradition. Despite the fact that I did not have that privileged experience, I obliged him. Malti freshened up in the bathroom and he sat on the balcony.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You can sleep here," he said, "but remember this is not a party for you; if I catch you watching us, you will have to finish your blowjob this time."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He tossed me a black eye pad to cover my eyes and block out the light.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Now get your wife here," he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti was brushing her teeth in the other room and quickly rinsed her mouth before grabbing my head and asking, "Is this good?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I had told her that mouth fresheners were obsolete and that mouthwash was far too clinical. The best way was to keep one's tongue clean and to brush one's teeth twice a day. She was simply ensuring that her breath was clean but not clinical.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Could you please smell if that is clean as well?" she inquired. I knelt and sniffed my wife's vagina. She had cleaned herself, and she appeared to be relatively clean.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She had her scarf over her face and asked me to lead her into another room.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Wish you had done this on our first night," she said quietly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Despite the fact that he had mounted her several times, the allure of the first night remained. I wondered if she would have entertained such a thought on our wedding night. Not just having sex, but the entire ordeal. I had a feeling her answer would be a yes, but I wasn't certain.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I led her to the bed and summoned Kishore bhai. He took a couple of cotton balls from the cupboard and told me to plug my ears as well. What was the point of my remaining in the room, I wondered, but didn't argue.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I slept at my place, which was a little south of where I was on movie night. I was careful not to completely block my ears, as I did want to overhear them. It was very dark with the pad over my eyes. As he climbed on top of the bed, the divan creaked. What follows is my own perception and, to a lesser extent, what Malti later confirmed. As you may have guessed, she generally refused to discuss anything that happened between him and her, claiming that "a cuckold has a fertile imagination and can rarely tell the difference between reality and fantasy."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She was still fully dressed for the occasion, so when he lifted the veil to see her face, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Gorgeous!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They may have kissed briefly before he began assisting her in removing jewelry.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are absolutely stunning, Malti. What made you marry him? You could have gotten someone much better."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The more her clothes came off, the more I heard him repeat himself in various ways. I hadn't seen Malti fully naked, so Kishore bhai was about to get his chance if he hadn't already.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are the priciest statue of Khajuraho; it appears your sculptor took time and care while sculpting you," he whispered after gazing at her naked body for several minutes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She laughed and said quietly, "It took such a long time to appreciate my beauty."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You were too preoccupied with conquering," she added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After that, they kissed and made love. For me, it was a rather lengthy ordeal, possibly lasting an hour. During this episode, Malti was very vocal, as was Kishore bhai, who aggressively pumped her. Aside from his large tool, he was extremely talented in how he used it. Not to mention his stamina and overall athleticism. Throughout the episode, he stroked her for nearly 40 minutes. Even if I could last that long, it would have been difficult for me to do it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti did not return to me, but slept on the bed with him. They had another round a couple of hours later, which was shorter, perhaps another 30 minutes or so, and this time she returned to me. She made out with me, and the combination of our foul breaths and his sperm was so potent that I stiffened in seconds and ejaculated in a minute.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"This is why you need him to mount your wife - with such small equipment and no staying power, you could never have pleased me," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We left shortly after that and went to sleep in our room. My mother didn't arrive until late in the morning, allowing us to catch up on sleep. We were both high, so we didn't need as much rest or sleep. The next morning, seeing Malti's contented but slightly tired face convinced me that we had made the right decision. The entire Navratri passed in a similar fashion, and it appeared as if my mother was getting a sense of what was going on.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fireworks became more intense as Malti's Diwali vacation began soon after Navratri ended. Every afternoon, Kishore bhai mounted her with complete impunity. My mother's presence in the other room, as well as the locked metal door, provided them with the privacy they required. Kishore bhai began mounting her three times per day, each session lasting about an hour. Malti was having exactly the kind of sex she needed and deserved.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her friends from the building noticed her fancy ankles and beautiful toe rings around Diwali. They were all gathered in our room, inspecting some of our most recent purchases. Kishore bhai had bought a nose ring in the South Indian style, as well as matching earrings. They were simple designs that complemented her face and were intended to be worn on a daily basis. She replaced my small earrings with these, which were more delicate and meant to be worn on special occasions. I purchased a better mangalsutra for her because her current one was thin and fragile. Given the rough play she was engaging in with Kishore bhai on a daily basis, they would not have lasted long.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In addition, I had purchased a gold chain for her with a lovely heart-shaped pendant with a diamond in the center. The two heart lines from above seemed to be holding the diamond in place while it rested at the bottom of the heart. From one angle, it appeared to be the letter "K," with the diamond placed where the two lines of the "K" met the vertical line. The overall heart could be interpreted as her womb, with the other lines representing Kishore bhai's penis and the diamond representing his seed growing in her womb. She recognized the analogy and appreciated my forethought. Fortunately, no one else had such a vivid imagination and thus couldn't read it any other way than through my love for her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her friends were impressed and lavished her with praise. They bemoaned the fact that her husbands were not wealthy enough to afford such frills. They were particularly taken with her toe ring, which featured a cuckoo bird as a reminder of my cuckold status. As they lamented their misfortune, I remarked, "Not everyone is as beautiful as she is, and not everyone can be such an understanding and loving husband."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Another special occasion that was celebrated with zeal was Diwali. The large open area between the buildings was cleared for some sort of pooja (a ritualistic way of worshiping god), and we had the honor of performing it because we were the newly married couple in the building. Malti was required to fast for the entire day and abstain from sexual activity. We finished our pooja duties by 10:00 p.m., and then the card games began. It was a family tradition for even women to play cards. We weren't very good at it, so we avoided them. Malti tried a few hands but quickly gave up. Kishore bhai was an expert at the game, but he excused himself around 12:00 a.m., claiming that he wasn't feeling well.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That night, from 12:30 to 2:30, he had a 2-hour session in his room with the dim zero watt bulb turned on. I was allowed to observe them, and for the first time, I saw his magnificent penis and how much my wife adored it. He seeded her twice in a row, with only a half-hour break in between. They ignored me as if I weren't even there. It was quite dark but enough for me to understand why their union was predestined.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He fell asleep soon after, and Malti returned to me, and we had a slow love that night. I saw her completely naked for the first time that night. It was for his benefit, but she allowed me to observe the proceedings as a Diwali gift. I couldn't believe I was so lucky to have such a lovely wife, and I couldn't help but envy Kishore bhai's good fortune.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I've missed my period," she said softly after kissing me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You're going to have a child."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti celebrated her 22nd birthday later that month. A woman who stated unequivocally that she did not intend to start a family soon after marriage became pregnant within the first three months of her marriage. If Kishore bhai had not been in our lives, she would have most likely delayed her pregnancy for at least five years. From a practical standpoint, she still thought that delaying would have been a wise decision because our small flats didn't have enough space or conveniences to raise a child comfortably.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was concerned about her ability to bear a child at such a young age. Furthermore, the first trimester is delicate and requires special attention.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I know," I said with a smile.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You must exercise caution while having sex with him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She kissed my lips softly and said, "That's not how it works."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How, then?" I inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Have you noticed he's gone monogamous?" she asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's because I'm young and beautiful, but more importantly, I'm always available for him. So it doesn't matter if I'm pregnant or not; it's all the same to him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But it's his child," I pointed out.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, it's your child; it's our child," she insisted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He is an alpha male who only wants to breed and enjoy life's pleasures. He will not accept responsibility, at least not as seriously as you would."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"His previous wife was unable to conceive, which is a cardinal sin for an alpha male's wife, and she was also unable to understand his needs."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She wasn't particularly attractive either. Only someone like me could have kept him restrained for a short period of time; not forever."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But you were never the traditional type," I countered, "and I never thought you wanted to simply enjoy life's pleasures."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm not sure I fully understand myself yet, but at this point I believe God has given me this young and beautiful body solely for the purpose of mating with him. Our meeting appears to have been planned to pave the way for my union with him. It appears that with me, he will finally be happy and receive everything he deserves."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Chapter 3 - A Trip Down Memory Lane</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Even if she didn't make much sense at the time, the significance of her comments began to dawn on me as time passed. My mother moved back to our hometown to offer us more space, but it also gave them more freedom. My wife was nothing short of a sex freak, which I realizedwhen I finally was introduced to her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She slept with him at all hours of the day and night during the first year of our marriage, ensuring that she had plenty of sex. She began to open up again at the end of the second trimester. Her body was displaying the consequences of carrying a child in her belly; she wasn't as agile as she used to be and was easily weary. Gaur still required relief, so she would stay with him for an hour and a half before returning to me. We used to have extended pillow discussions on certain nights. Kishore bhai admired how comfortable I was conversing with her and never insisted on having sex with her. He recognised the importance of emotional bonding for the child's and mother's well-being, and he urged us to sleep together. It was only then that I realised what had happened and why Malti seemed to enjoy this lifestyle without hesitation.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Despite my presence, he would still wake us up and take her in our bed on several occasions. Malti was enamoured with him and never turned him down. She freely provided her body to him if he required it, and she even tried to enjoy the episode as much as she could. As she detailed the conditions, it finally dawned on me that this was a highly sexy arrangement for her, and she got as much pleasure from the circumstances as she did from actual intercourse. Despite the fact that she was sleeping with me, she would return to him on occasion and wake him up for another session. It seemed as if I was her friend and Kishore bhai was her genuine mate.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She became more aware of my desires and began jerking me off, at least a few nights a week. She insisted that I didn't get too used to it because cuckolds didn't receive a lot of leniency. She rebuffed my fears every time I asked if she married me because I was a cuckold, but after a lot of relentless probing, she finally started revealing the events that got both of us into this lifestyle. We had lengthy and detailed chats during the sixth month of her pregnancy, when she was no longer interested in sex with Gaur. I'm sharing it as a blend of my narrative and minimum dialogues for the benefit of readers.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti was a very lovely girl when she was younger, and she had been sought since she was a teenager. She grew up in a strict family, which protected her from negative influences. Her puberty was a little later than expected, which worried her parents, but once it arrived, she quickly transformed into a young woman. She became a magnet for all of the lads in her vicinity, and even some of the men flocked to her. She began playing kissing games with her cousins when she was in eighth grade. She came from a big family and had a lot of cousins, so it was simple for them to hang around without anyone observing them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some of her cousins tried to push the boundaries during the games, but she always kept them in check and didn't let them touch her breasts or butt. She was very careful not to engage in tongue-play. A local boy from her neighbourhood was the first to properly kiss her. She noticed him leaving a neighbor's house when just the neighbor's wife, Roopa, was present. Malti was threatened and told to keep her mouth shut. Malti's suspicions turned out to be correct.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti spotted them again on their terrace as the lady hurriedly descended the stairs. Malti was alone on the terrace with him when he cornered her and began kissing and touching her. Malti didn't know how to stop him and tried to push him away, but he kissed her firmly. She became sexually excited and began to respond to his kisses. When the boy realised he had her under his control, he began pushing his tongue into her mouth during the kisses. Malti let him in and kissed him clumsily, mimicking the boy's actions.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fortunately, Roopa, the same woman, reappeared, and he was forced to let her go. Malti was taken back to her apartment by the woman, who consoled her. Malti was sexually stimulated, but also shaken by the experience. She was on the verge of being raped if the woman hadn't arrived on time.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The neighbor's wife had been married for over a decade and had no children. She was attempting this method of pregnancy because they couldn't afford the clinical methods. Her husband was supportive of this method, and after experimenting with a few men from his family and friends circle, she eventually chose this boy for the purpose.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She taught Malti how to control her urges and relieve herself so that she wouldn't fall for such boys sexually. Over the next few years, as Malti became more at ease with her, she finally learned a lot about being a woman and how to best use her charm. She also taught her the art of kissing by practically showing her how to do it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The boy was well-equipped and skilled at making love to women. But, because he also frequented prostitutes, he was the wrong choice for Malti and even that woman. Malti avoided him ever since, but she knew that under the right circumstances, she would have given him her virginity.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The neighbourhood aunt informed Malti that such boys/men were known as alpha males and would not hesitate to court married women and impregnate them under the right conditions. They are known to give the best pleasure to women because they most likely had the right tool for pleasure and, of course, the right character to score with other men's wives. She had tried other men before him, but they all fell short of her expectations in terms of both size and character. They were too afraid of being caught and lacked the courage to inseminate a woman, even when she explicitly requested it. The prime candidates were only such alpha males who didn't care what the rest of the world thought of them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She became Malti's confidante, and over the years, Malti always sought her advice whenever she was perplexed. Roopa was 15 years her senior, and she found an understanding partner in her. They both confided in each other about their dirty secrets because they felt safe learning from each other's experiences without fear of being exposed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her father-in-law's brother was the one who finally got her pregnant. Malti and she were both saved from the boy's influence because he was arrested in a drug case. To get pregnant, Roopa had sex with about a half-dozen men. Of course, her partners' nervousness and the timing made it difficult for her to become pregnant. Her father-in-law's younger brother finally recognised a willing woman in her and courted her. It just happened by chance during one of his visits to their home, and she became pregnant soon after.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She reasoned that because she had experimented with so many men, her demeanour had changed sufficiently for such alpha males to detect a potential mate in her. Despite being 55 at the time, he was a gifted man who delighted her like no other man had ever done. She was expecting her third child at the time of our marriage.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti had her first encounter by chance at her cousin's wedding. It was with her Uncle, as she had previously informed me. He was her father's eldest sister's second husband. He married her about a decade ago, shortly after the birth of her youngest son, who was about 5-6 years Malti's junior. He was in the army, so Malti hadn't seen him much because he was constantly moving from one posting to another. He was now retired and running some sort of business. It was at the wedding of their eldest daughter, who was 26 at the time.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He was a Maratha, not a Brahmin, which caused some friction in Malti's family, but because he took responsibility for the three children, Malti's family accepted him. For several years, there were rumours that he had been sleeping with Malti's aunt, and there were even suspicions that he had fathered their son because he had a slightly darker skin tone.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He was known for being a loud and boisterous man with a lot of energy and charm. He never minced his words, openly admitting his love for his wife and his attraction to Kokanastha (Brahmin's from the Konkan coast of Maharashtra) women. People looked up to him as a high-ranking official in the army, so they tolerated some of his antiques.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That fateful night, while they were all travelling to their hometown for the wedding, his youngest son became ill and began vomiting. The bus ride had taken its toll on him; he was sitting in the second-to-last seat with his father, i.e. uncle. The last seat was completely occupied by luggage, as was the seat next to them. Traveling to Konkan was done by road back then because trains took much longer and were unpredictable.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti offered to swap seats with him, and despite her aunt's objections, she moved to the back of the bus. She had no idea what was about to happen to her. This was only a year before our wedding. She met Kishore bhai, and some of her early fantasies about him began to materialise. Based on her background, she saw some parallels between her uncle and neighbor's father-in-law.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She was sexually excited in that situation, and after some preliminary chit-chat with her, she dozed off to sleep. She was purposefully careless, allowing the scarf to fall down, exposing her ample bust to him. The dim light from above illuminated her seat and provided him with a good view. Malti was relieved to see that he was attracted to her bust as he shamelessly stared at it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nothing happened for an hour, and she eventually fell asleep. She became sexually excited and began obsessing about having sex with someone, possibly Gaur. Things were going well, and she began to wonder if it was all a dream or if it was real. She gradually realised that her Uncle was taking advantage of her as she struggled to stay in the dream. He was massaging her breasts while nuzzling into her neck. She began moaning as she enjoyed the pleasurable sensations, which encouraged him to begin sucking on her neck and squeezing her breasts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She finally awoke to find that it was completely dark inside the bus, save for the lights from oncoming traffic. She detected the strong odour of his oil in his hair. His body's intense, pungent odour permeated her nostrils, and his stale breath made its presence known as he openly began kissing her neck. It smelled like the betel leaf he was used to eating most of the time.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Uncle," she said as she pushed him away.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What are you doing?" she asked quietly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm in love with you, Malti."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met," he complimented her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Stop it, Uncle," she said as she pushed him away and tidied up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She stood up to get a bottle of water from above, and for a split second he thought she was about to leave the seat, so he grabbed her by the waist and yanked her down.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let me get some water, Uncle," she screamed, and that's when he confidently caressed her butt and squeezed it. When Malti did not respond, he drew her into his lap, drew her face down, and kissed her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He had no fear of being caught as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She released herself and sat back in her chair after some kissing. She drank some water and offered it to him. She had picked up a small blanket to cover herself in addition to the water bottle.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">For a few moments, there was pensive silence, but then he turned towards her and placed his hand on her tummy. She pushed it away, but he persisted, so she let his hand rest on her shoulder. That was enough to persuade him, and he confidently pushed his hand inside her shawl and stroked her breasts. She tried in vain to push him away before finally allowing him to play with her breasts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After that, he drew her closer to him and nuzzled her neck again, and this time she complained, "Uncle, you stink."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Slut," he said firmly, "this is how a real man smells." You should get used to it because a true man can smell a slut from a mile away."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti froze, realising that, like that boy, he had detected a real slut hidden behind the veneer of plain clothes and her normal demeanour.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you paying attention, Malti?" he inquired, lifting her head.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Many women are sluts, but few admit it. Few women are as lovely as you. Get used to it; you will be courted by a lot of men in your lifetime, and believe me, you will not refuse them."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He leaned in and began kissing her. Malti wasn't sure, but after about a minute, she began responding to his kisses. His breath was stale, and his body odour was strong, but it didn't bother her any longer. As he had explained, it was a sign of a true man for her from then on. He kissed her for about ten minutes, telling her how much he adored her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Throughout, he massaged and squeezed her breasts continually. She was willing to have a tryst with him and lose her virginity. She finally realized she was a submissive woman in need of strong men who were willing to take control of her regardless of the circumstances. She kissed him passionately despite knowing that his oral hygiene was questionable because that's how he expected her to act.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you enjoying it?" he inquired after 10 minutes. She nodded nervously.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"OK, I'll be your mentor," he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Husbands and real men are not the same. Do you see what I mean?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come here," he said, motioning for her to kneel in front of him, "and take it in your mouth."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She did as he asked and knelt in front of him, albeit reluctantly. He'd already unzipped his pants and fleshed out his semi-erect cock. The foul odour of penis did not escape her notice, but she ignored it and took it into her mouth as he had instructed. He was extremely talented, and despite the fact that Malti had been at it for over ten minutes, he showed no signs of ejaculating. Her jaws were hurting, but she kept pleasing him. She realised after the preliminaries that he was pressing her head to take more and more of his penis in her mouth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She was shocked and gasped for air the first time it went down her throat. He allowed her to retreat temporarily but encouraged her to try again, and she did. After a few failed attempts, she realised what he desired and began doing it voluntarily, taking her time. Every time he entered her throat, they both concentrated on keeping it in for longer and longer periods of time.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He finally flooded her mouth at the 25-minute mark. She sucked as much as she could and wiped the rest away with her scarf. They didn't say much, and he had to leave at the next stop because someone from another bus was calling for him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti's aunt took advantage of the opportunity to join her in the back seat. She apologised profusely for his actions. She appears to have been fully aware of his erratic tendencies. He even wanted to mount his own daughters; they were not fathered by him, so he saw no problem with it. In a way, Malti was relieved that she had agreed to let him take her; she was a welcome distraction for him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">During the wedding festivities, he mostly avoided her, but on the second night, he led her to the storage room and began making out with her. Malti gave him a similar blowjob, but this time he actually fucked her mouth, actively attempting to push his penis into her throat. Malti struggled but gave him as much pleasure as she could.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This went on for a few more days, and he never forced her to have intercourse. She later discovered that her aunt had expressly forbidden him from having sexual intercourse with Malti until she married. He had another private moment with her on the bus on the last day, during the journey back, when he had a more open conversation with her. There was nothing else that could be done in broad daylight except talk.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Your Aunt and I have been lovers for a long time, Malti," he explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We began our affair shortly after the birth of our eldest daughter."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I've slept with a lot of women over the years, and your aunt is well aware of them. She was fine with it because we were lovers, and she didn't complain about it even after we married."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are a special woman; do not succumb to the drudgery of marriage. If you do, make sure to marry someone who can put up with your infidelity."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Wasting your youth and beauty on one person, especially someone who is unlikely to be gifted, would be a colossal waste."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Those words echoed in her mind as she returned home and spoke with her neighbour aunt, Roopa, who had become her confidante and mentor. Roopa congratulated Malti on her first experience and repeated what Uncle had said. Her own marriage would have been drab if her father-in-law hadn't been mounting her on a regular basis. Roopa was aware of my existence and Malti's feelings for me at the time. She viewed love and sex as two different things and made it abundantly clear to Malti at every opportunity.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The story moved on to another man, Ranjan, a close friend of mine who was pursuing her at the time. We had gone to see a movie with Ranjan and his girlfriend about a month before her cousin's wedding. Ranjan's intentions had become clear to Malti with each passing day, but she had continued to reject his advances. She didn't make a big deal about it because he was a good friend of mine. She also thought it was a passing fad because he did have a steady girlfriend, Swapna, who was also a close friend of hers.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti had spoken with Roopa about it several times, but she was still unsure how to handle the situation. She was madly in love with me and didn't care for him, but he wanted to have sex with her rather than marry her. This piqued her sexual interest even more. Roopa advised her to avoid him because young men were not worthy of anyone's trust. They were quick to brag about such things in front of their friends, and they were quick to reveal such secrets that later would erupt into a scandal.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ranjan was 8 years my senior, so he was essentially 12 years Malti's senior. At the time, she was 20 years old. I arrived late for the movie and fumbled for my seat in the dark, only to find Swapna, Ranjan, and Malti seated in that order. I sat down next to Malti and apologised to them. The theatre was sparsely populated because it was a Matinee showing of a popular film. Malti offered me the shawl she was wearing to keep warm in the air-conditioned theatre. She hugged me tenderly as we watched our movie.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A lot was going on that I wasn't aware of at the time. Under the shawl, Ranjan was fondling my girlfriend. She'd purposefully covered herself with the shawl because he was openly fondling her breast. To avoid making a scene, she draped herself in the shawl, allowing him to fondle her breasts under the cover of the shawl.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She was restless in the theatre, and I didn't understand much of what she was saying. She was holding my hand while that jerk of a friend of mine squeezed her breasts. It was as if she were her girlfriend rather than mine. She initially leaned towards me to avoid him, but this did not deter him. She sat back in her chair, knowing he wouldn't give up, and let him play with them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She realised she was a slut, exactly as her Uncle had described, and Ranjan had sniffed her out. She didn't have a choice but to let the real man there take advantage of her. He led her hand to his crotch several times, but she resisted and didn't let him push her luck. This continued until the intermission, when Malti went to the restroom. She wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and switch seats, but Swapna was smart enough to call her out when she returned. I sat like a moron and didn't take her seat; Ranjan wisely took her seat, and she was now sandwiched between Swapna and Ranjan.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti sagged nervously into his seat. Swapna gave us a shawl and used her own to cover Malti and herself. We talked for a few minutes before returning our attention to the movie. Meanwhile, Swapna had already begun to encourage her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That was fantastic, Malti," she told her quietly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You're doing well in your role; it's Sanjay's wife's fate to spread her legs for Ranjan."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Now stroke him obediently," she instructed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti stroked him until he ejaculated in the second half of the film.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Swapna was overjoyed after the movie, and she steered both of us away from Malti. Of course, she was trying to console her and thank her for what she had done. Swapna was an ordinary woman, a few years Ranjan's junior. Ranjan was much darker than even Kishore bhai, so getting a taste of Malti's charms was nothing short of a dream come true for him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti returned to her mentor but was unable to speak with her due to some issue and only had the opportunity to speak with her after returning from her cousin's wedding. Hearing her two episodes back to back, Roopa was convinced that Malti was every bit the slut her Uncle had described. We had planned to celebrate Ranjan's birthday after her return, and he had requested a special gift from Malti.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti avoided us for nearly a month, and in the meantime, spending time with Roopa helped her finally figure out what she wanted out of life. The more she spoke, the more it became clear that marrying me entirely implied that she would be available to such alpha males, who pursued her. I was completely oblivious to what was going on right in front of my eyes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roopa explained that based on the description, she thought Ranjan was an alpha male because his girlfriend encouraged him to pursue another woman. Swapna knew she couldn't control him, so she decided to assist him in any way she could. It allowed her to stay close to and marry such a man. She felt obligated to support him in his efforts to woo Malti because she wasn't as attractive as Malti.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roopa assisted her in making sense of her thoughts and what was going on in her life. Roopa never purposefully led her astray and never made her decisions for her. Malti hadn't told Roopa about Kishore bhai yet; she was waiting for the right time.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We decided to have Ranjan's birthday party at the beach. Ranjan had been a close friend of mine for over a decade, and he had always been concerned and supportive of me. He was known as a womaniser, and he had several girlfriends over the years. However, I didn't think he'd have such nefarious thoughts about Malti. Malti, on the other hand, had never told me anything about him until now.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That evening, we spent a long time playing on the beach and eating a lot of roadside food. Swapna suggested that we go for a walk on the beach before returning. Malti was nervous because it was getting dark, but Swapna didn't give us a chance to object. Swapna had been pressuring her the entire evening to kiss him on the beach after sunset.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As they walked down the beach, she said to her, "Sanjay is a shy and meek young man. He would always require the assistance of a strong man like Ranjan. What's the harm in rewarding his allies?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come on Swapna," she retorted, "Ranjan has more than his fair share already. I haven't even been intimate with Sanjay yet."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's precisely the point Malti," she said excitedly, "Sanjay is expecting Ranjan to do the honors."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Trust me," she assured her, "you are only helping Sanjay in a way; after all Ranjan is his business partner."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Aren't you worried that he is falling for another woman?" asked Malti.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's just my fate Malti," she quipped in her usual calm voice, "I would have loved to be in your position."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But you know Malti," she continued, "it's not just about your pale complexion, beautiful features or your ripe young body. I think it's your willingness to accept real men who don't fit the conventional definition of eligible men but have what it takes to pleasure a woman. Even more importantly your willingness to accept sexual advances from other men right in front of your fiance is what makes you even more appealing."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ranjan had this fantasy of kissing a pretty woman like you on a beach," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Please don't disappoint him," she said as she ushered her towards me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti and I walked up to the beach and talked about our future plans. When I noticed them lagging behind, I turned to face her, took her in my arms, and hugged her tightly. Malti felt safe in my arms, and for the first time, I was relieved that this woman is madly in love with me and will marry me soon. She raised her head to face me and softly said, "I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Me too," I said, hugging her and standing in silence.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After about five minutes, Malti raised her head and asked, "Do you really love me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Beyond your wildest imagination," I said quietly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why don't you kiss me?" she suggested. I leaned in and placed my lips just below her lips on her cheek. I didn't want to take advantage of her in any way. At the time, I wasn't sure if I could marry her or even keep her happy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You won't ever leave me, right?" Malti inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Never," I said, "but promise me you'll take care of my mother as well."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti hugged me and smiled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That was the most romantic moment in our lives up to that point. We stood there for ten minutes like that. At that moment, Malti fell madly in love with me. She knew I was a kind and considerate person who would look after her no matter what. She was certain that finding a more considerate man as a husband would have been difficult.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I had no intention of doing anything different, but Ranjan had warned me not to go overboard and push the boundaries that evening. He warned me that Malti might perceive me as desperate, which would be a bad start to our relationship. I was a traditionalist who believed that I should begin slowly and after marriage. Furthermore, I had cuckold tendencies at the time, and delaying it was a strategy to get her to fall for Kishore bhai sooner.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They both caught up to us, and we continued walking down the beach. Swapna led Malti in front of us, and we followed a few steps behind.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did he make a move?" she asked Malti. Malti shook her head in response. Of course, neither of us had any intention of rushing into such things. However, much later I did learn that Malti wanted to give me a chance to absolve myself and I clearly blew it. Malti could have kissed me that evening to make up for it but in her mind it was my responsibility to push the boundaries; at the back of her mind, she didn't want to kiss Ranjan with my spit in her mouth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He is saving you for Ranjan," she said, "now give him a long, deep, french kiss. Show him that the only reason you are marrying Sanjay is to mate with him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti remained silent and pushed her away angrily. I had the impression that they were both joking. Swapna finally said, after a few more minutes of walking, "Look, Malti, you're a slut, and you know it. Your fate is to be taken by real men."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She turned around and dashed towards us.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hey, Sanjay," she said, "you promised me an ice cream treat. Did you forget it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Swapna said to me as I looked at Malti as she sauntered towards us, only a few feet away, "Don't be concerned about her. She enjoys chocobar. Come on, let's get started with our Cassata ice cream. They are free to join us."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Swapna had won a bet, and I had promised to treat her to ice cream. She wouldn't accept just one, so we decided to make a dash for it in order to make time. I had no idea what "chocobar" meant at the time, or that I was leaving Malti alone with Ranjan in such a desolate location. It all happened so quickly that it didn't sink in at the time.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ranjan walked up to her and confidently yanked her into his arms. He didn't waste any time and pressed his lips against hers. Malti accepted her fate by parting her lips. He drew her in tightly, and she realised what a manly touch was.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Malti," he said between kisses, "didn't realise when you transformed from a flower bud to a flower."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He squeezed her breast and kissed her again. Malti kissed him passionately, conveying her own hunger to him. He offered his tongue to her, and she sucked on it like a lollipop. The sunset happened a little while ago, so it was quite dark and the beach was deserted. Malti already knew that he was hung like a horse and deserved to mate with her; she had already equated him to Gaur in her mind at that time. Malti had started sensing and more importantly believing that I would tolerate her infidelity, if not encourage it. The kiss was long and intense; Malti knew that he longed for this moment intensely, so she indulged him for well over 5 minutes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come, I'll give you a taste of my chocobar," he said, after breaking the kiss, as he led her to the tree's shaded area, which was dark and provided more privacy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They kissed again under the tree for a few minutes before she knelt in front of him, pulled out his penis, and began sucking on it. Ranjan was in a state of ecstasy. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine scoring with her on a date where her boyfriend couldn't go beyond a small peck on the cheeks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti had mastered the art of sucking on chocobar, and she delighted him with her tongue. He had the urge to hump her face, just like her uncle, and after noticing that Malti didn't mind, he gradually began fucking her face. He was about the same size as Uncle, so his tip began to hit the back of her throat after some effort. When Malti didn't revolt, Ranjan knew he'd hit the jackpot. It breached the narrow corridor of her throat and entered her throat with a few more thrusts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ranjan had forgotten he was face fucking my girlfriend for the first time. He began seriously humping, and Malti gave him as much as she could, but it was becoming difficult for her because she had dinner only a half-hour earlier. Ranjan kept humping her mouth, ignoring Malti's cries, and Malti kept tolerating it and pushing back as hard as she could. He'd give her a moment to catch her breath before pushing it all back in.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti was in pain; luckily for her, Ranjan couldn't take it any longer and erupted in her mouth. He quickly drew it out and came all over her face. Malti was taken aback, but he held her by her hair and continued cumming on her face. Malti vomited soon after. Ranjan offered her bottled water, which she used to wash her face before fleeing the scene. She was sick, and she threw up again as she approached us at the ice cream stand. I suspected that she had food poisoning, so we got her more water to refresh her and drove her home.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti finally confided in Roopa and sought her advice over the next few weeks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You've decided to cuckold your husband before you even marry him," Roopa said after hearing her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I know; I love him, and that's what bothers me," Malti pleaded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Love has nothing to do with Malti," she stated emphatically.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Maybe he is a cuckold."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was easier said than done, but such occurrences were unusual, and the fact that they occurred in my presence bolstered Roopa's claim.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"However, you should not be too daring before marriage. Wait until you've married Sanjay," She stated.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Kishore bhai is a better choice; elderly men, if capable, are the best choice," she stressed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti and I discussed the marriage proposal at the time. She had made up her mind around that time, and we had agreed to marry within a year. I told my mother right away, and while she was supportive, she warned me not to fall for Malti because she came from a wealthy family and belonged to the Brahmin caste. Such intercaste marriages were frowned upon and discouraged. This occurred about 9 months before our wedding.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti was present at the time we discussed it. She made it clear that her parents would not be supportive of the marriage, so it would have to take place without their explicit permission. My mother was supportive, but she felt it was best to let Malti think about it thoroughly because the life she was embracing would be difficult.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We didn't tell Ranjan about our decision, so he showed up unannounced. There was a lot of uncertainty, so we decided to keep it a secret until that day arrived. He insisted that since the weather was nice, we should go outside and get some fresh air before heading out. Malti insisted on leaving right away and refused to join us.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Swapna also joined us there. We drank some tea and decided to call it a night. I didn't say anything because Swapna offered to drop her back off. They all left that evening, but in reality, Ranjan dragged Malti into one of our restrooms while Swapna stood outside keeping an eye on things.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You're turning me into a slut," she pleaded as he began kissing her inside the dingy toilet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You're already a slut, Malti," he replied, "and I'm assisting you in realising it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The same thing happened inside the toilet the next day. This time, Malti let him completely fuck her face and tolerated him repeatedly breaching her throat. Ranjan was completely smitten by her now. Malti was more than just a lovely lady. She was a submissive slut with an incredible libido and a strong desire to please such men.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ranjan continued to take advantage of Malti in the months leading up to our wedding, until he was killed in an accident. Malti considered it almost her duty to please him whenever he desired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She blew him several times in our toilet, recalling at least a dozen such incidents. Kissing and fondling were a regular occurrence for her, especially on our dark staircase. When Malti came to visit, Rajan would always show up at our house.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My mother finally spoke to Malti about six months before our wedding and explained our predicament.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are aware of our financial situation, Malti," she began.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sanjay is a hardworking and nice man, but he cannot provide you with the comforts you are accustomed to."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't be concerned, Mother," Malti reassured her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I adore him. Even though his means are limited, he is capable of keeping me happy."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My mother made some tea for her. Turning back to her, she said, "Ever since his father passed away, Kishore bhai has sheltered us. Sanjay's college fees, day to day expenses, etc were borne by him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes," she confirmed, "Sanjay told me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not many people in the chawl like him," she went on, "but he's been nice to us."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He's a womanizer," my mother said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We didn't have a choice," she went on to say.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are a stunning woman, far more beautiful than anyone else here. It's no surprise he's been eyeing you for a year."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I get it, mother," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Malti," my mother stated emphatically, "He is a lecher, a known womanizer, and we owe him a great debt."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't you see a problem?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Forget about Sanjay," she said, "you are such a beautiful girl from a well-to-do family. Why did you choose this drudgery?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti did not argue and decided to bring up the subject again later. She understood what my mother was saying; she just didn't expect such a direct response from her. She had no doubts because she had heard my mother's moans. My mother warned Malti again as her visits continued, but it appeared that Malti had already made up her mind. Malti insisted that she only wanted to marry me and that nothing could persuade her otherwise.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ranjan died in an accident about three months before our wedding. My mother was overjoyed because she had always thought he was a bad influence on me. When my mother noticed that Malti was not backing down, she took her to see a doctor under false pretenses. Malti had no idea what was going on, but she went with the flow. She had to answer a slew of questions and put herself through a battery of tests. After about an hour, they both emerged with the doctor's test results and a prescription.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti fretted nervously as my mother made tea for her once more after her return. Something ominous was about to happen now that she knew her style.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you understand what I said about Kishore bhai?" she inquired. Malti looked nervously at the door.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Close the door," my mother instructed. Malti complied and went into the kitchen to stand by her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti remained silent, but when prodded, she nodded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Say it so there's no doubt in our minds."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Kishore bhai may take advantage of me," Malti finally said, "and instead of revolting, I should comply."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My mother did not react, but instead handed her a cup of tea and led her to the front of our room.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Malti, this is a delicate subject that should be kept between us. We can only speak about it on purpose and at specific times and occasions."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you following me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti gave a nod.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"A little history would be helpful," my mother began.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Kishore bhai has been taking care of us for the past two decades. Sanjay's father was an alcoholic and an irresponsible man. My affair with Kishore bhai began less than a month after I moved here. I felt used and abused at times because he had sex with me on a regular basis, even while my drunk husband slept right next to us."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He was smitten by my beauty and clearly intended to impregnate me. He fathered Sanjay's siblings, who died when they were young. Unfortunately, even the last pregnancy ended prematurely."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If we had moved a few months earlier, Sanjay could very well have been his son."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I hated him for years, thinking he took advantage of me," she continued, "he never forced me to do anything. I could have ignored him if I wasn't sexually unhappy in my marriage."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti attempted to comfort her. My mother was a strong woman who had been through a lot in her life. It would have been unthinkable for a mother-in-law to have such a conversation if this had not been the case. Living in abject poverty made it easy for us to distinguish between our wants and needs. As in Maslow's hierarchy, our basic needs come before our emotional needs. She recognized that sex was a basic, physical need, even if it came after other basic needs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't worry, mother," Malti assured her, "it will get better."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Our benefactors have been Kishore bhai and a distant uncle of Sanjay," she continued, "and I have done everything in my power to repay them in some way."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sanjay is a nice young man. Very loving, calm, and cultured, and will undoubtedly make a good husband."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But he is also his father's son, and he can be reclusive, timid, and docile at times."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He had other girlfriends, but they weren't as attractive as you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti was taking it all in. She didn't know much about my background, and I didn't know much about hers.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He is oblivious to what is right in front of him. Both Ranjan and Kishore bhai tried to take advantage of his girlfriends in some way, and both of them left him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's unclear whether he didn't know or purposefully turned a blind eye to their actions. Those girls, on the other hand, were very ordinary women."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You, on the other hand, can pass for an actress. I'd be surprised if Ranjan didn't try his luck with you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti nodded, confirming that her suspicions were correct.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Marrying Sanjay means you have to accept this as your fate," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sanjay will be an excellent life partner, but he will not protect you from such bullies. Do you see what I mean?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, mother," she said confidently. Despite her nervousness, she appreciated that her future mother-in-law didn't keep anything from her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"When forming such alliances, most families look for gold and money," she explained, "but we only need you and your complete support for our family."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you sure of this?" she asked as she hugged Malti.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes mother. I appreciate it, "She responded confidently.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My mother finally moved on to the next stage of the plan as they settled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"When I was at a crossroads, I was always guilty of betraying my husband and family. It gnawed at me and nibbled away at the warmth and pleasure I got from those secret affairs," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I don't want that to happen to you," she stated firmly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti kept twiddling her thumbs as my mother pushed the subject forward, one step at a time. Malti had implicitly agreed to support her proposal by agreeing to her principle.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Here are your reports," she said as she handed them to him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You're ready to start a family. Your doctor has advised you to take some health supplements."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But, mother?" Malti pleaded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"These are energy pills for Kishore bhai," she explained, "you can start with the first one, and I will give him the rest on a daily basis."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And these are for you; you may not need them, but you should have them just in case."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti didn't know what to say to her, so she just froze, and after a few minutes, my mother asked, "Why are you hesitating?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I haven't given it enough thought yet, mother," she mumbled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Check again," she said, countering her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Those wet juices are a clear indication that you are ready," she added, pointing to the wetness around her Malti's crotch. Malti straightened her dress to hide the wet patch around her crotch.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't feel embarrassed," my mother consoled her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"With him you would need every bit of that lubrication."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My mother took her hands and pointed to her fingers by holding three of them together and said, "This is perhaps how big Sanjay is."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And this is how thick Kishore bhai's penis is," she said holding her wrist.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"His would reach your navel and Sanjay's won't even reach half that."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti was trembling. She could never have imagined my mother talking in such vulgar language. Malti was shaken up and left soon after that. My mother was certain that either Malti would never return or she would agree to her proposal.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Later that week, Malti reached out to her mentor, Roopa, to try to understand her predicament.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Interesting! Your mother-in-law wants you to mate with alpha males," She said as she absorbed Malti's story. Malti, of course, was wise enough not to reveal every last detail to her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She is astute. She recommends this because she realizes how attractive you are and how easy a target you would be," said Roopa.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You should fully enjoy the pleasures that this body was designed to provide."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"My main concern, however, is your financial stability. You are foregoing all of your comforts in order to marry someone who may not even sexually satisfy you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I love him, Roopa," she muttered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Love doesn't fill your stomach. Consider it carefully," she cautioned.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's clear to me, Roopa," Malti argued, "I have to marry him; I don't have any doubts about it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Wouldn't my mother-in-law's demands put my marriage in jeopardy?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roopa, who had been living an adventurous lifestyle for over a decade, had a good understanding of the subject. She had known Malti for a few years and had a good sense of what was going through her mind and what Malti liked and disliked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Could you please elaborate on how things evolved once more? From the beginning?" she inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ranjan had been interested in me since I became Sanjay's girlfriend, but he became serious about pursuing me a month before that theatre episode. He used to be so envious of Sanjay for having such a lovely girlfriend. Even in front of his girlfriend Swapna, he once suggested that I accompany him on a day of shopping for clothes so that he could feel proud to have me as a girlfriend for a day."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It was a joke, but later on Sanjay asked if I would accompany him on a shopping trip because Swapna couldn't make it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ranjan mistook Sanjay's approval for me to be his girlfriend and insisted on me clinging to his arm while we went shopping. I did it to pamper him, and that was the start of his demands."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"When we went out to dinner, he touched me for the first time. Swapna was unable to attend. I was sitting next to Sanjay at first, but when he went to the restroom, Ranjan took his seat next to me. He made up an excuse about me showing him something, and Sanjay sat opposite us without saying anything."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I was taken aback." A few minutes later, he asked, "Didn't I tell you? He'd like you to be my girlfriend."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was a fancy restaurant, so it was dimly lit. We were in one corner, sitting on a large table, with enough space between them and me. They were sitting on a small sofa, and I was sitting across from them on a wooden chair. The sofa was a little low, which obscured their torsos to a large extent. I didn't notice anything at the time, but as previously stated, I had cuckold tendencies and, while I didn't fully accept them, I did want Malti to feel comfortable with other men. I also didn't want to switch seats with him and appear insecure.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sanjay placed his left hand calmly on my thigh as he continued to amuse both of us with his jokes. I tried several times to remove his hand, but he was persistent, and it eventually stayed there for a good 15 minutes with him massaging and pressing my thigh."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"When the food arrived, he shifted gears and began pushing his hand against my crotch. It would be obvious if I slid away or scooted back if his hand was in my lap. After a brief struggle, I shifted towards him, scooting forward ever so slightly but effectively providing him with better access. It wasn't my intention to encourage him, but I did."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ranjan boldly began massaging my crotch. Sanjay was completely unaware of what was going on."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I excused myself after dinner and sat with Sanjay when I returned."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So your boyfriend pretended not to notice anything," Roopa remarked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Tell me more," she pleaded with Malti.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"In the theatre," Malti continued, "when I sat between Swapna and him, he quickly pushed his hand into my khameez from behind and began probing my anus. I reluctantly lifted my butt to make room for his hand; I had no other choice."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"After about a half-hour, his two fingers were lodged deep inside my anus."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You didn't tell me that the last time," Roopa grumbled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I was embarrassed."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Swapna soon discovered it and informed me that it was time for me to suck his dick. She dubbed it a chocobar because of its resemblance to dark chocolate."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"At our next meeting, she told everyone about my obsession with chocolate and how she was persuading me to try our natural, organic kulfi instead," Malti continued.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Swapna made a big deal about how we had to taste a Kulfi and convince Malti that it was better than a chocobar after the episode in the theater."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I had no idea what that was about, and I noticed Malti was nervous, but I dismissed it as an inside joke between Swapna and Malti. We were much younger than Swapna and Ranjan, so we treated them as if they were our elder brother and sister-in-law. Swapna was in her late twenties and engaged to Ranjan at the time. Their wedding was only a few months away, so none of the events Malti described occurred to me because Swapna was with us most of the time and I didn't believe such far-fetched things could ever happen.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As Swapna mumbled into my ear, vividly describing his penis, I felt embarrassed as I sucked on that Kulfi. It's thick, long, and completely black, and it smells strongly of urine and semen," Malti said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"While Swapna was discussing chocobar," she continued, "Ranjan was discussing how much he enjoyed his recent visit to Aarey Milk Colony."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He was referring to my breasts," she clarified, "which he had been mauling and milking for 2 hours in the movie theater."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We decided to stop by Sanjay's place after the movie to meet his mother and have a cup of tea before calling it a night."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sanjay's chawl has two entrances: one used by the majority of people in the building and one used sparingly but closer to Sanjay's flat. The seldom used staircase was dark and poorly lit. It was surrounded by shops on the ground floor, but there was a lot of darkness in the inside patio. As a result, the staircase was also dark and unlit. The shops near that staircase had expanded to the first floor as well, so it was frequently deserted."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Swapna expertly led Sanjay up the stairs while we trailed behind them. Ranjan grabbed me from behind, taking advantage of the situation, and I yelped. Sanjay called me. Ranjan was right behind me, hugging my body tightly. To avoid being caught, I pretended that my slipper had fallen and asked them to continue."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Halfway up the stairs, he began mauling my breasts and kissing my neck again. I was excited and didn't immediately push him away, but when he thought I was under my spell, I pushed him away and ran upstairs."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Can you tell me what happened the next time?" asked Roopa.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Swapna was determined to give me a taste of his chocobar. She even insisted on eating Kulfi every time we met, and she insisted on me taking it all in as deeply as I could."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"On Ranjan's birthday, I meticulously prepared myself by bathing and selecting my best clothes before we met. Sanjay thought I was dressed nicely for him, but I was actually dressed up for Ranjan. He had insisted that I give him a birthday gift because I was his girlfriend in reality, not Sanjay's."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I was nervous and coy as usual on the beach when I was with Sanjay. I didn't want him to think of me as a slut, so I didn't make any attempt. But I wanted Swapna to win so Ranjan, who had been so persistent, could score with me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What distinguishes him? Why do you like him?" inquired a perplexed Roopa.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I never liked him," Malti shot back, "but I was sexually attracted to him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ranjan was 32 years old, so he was a man rather than a boy. He was well-built, if a little overweight, and stood nearly 6 feet tall. He had dark skin and belonged to a lower caste. What I liked best about him was his sense of humour and, perhaps, his cocky demeanor."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And how about Swapna?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She is thirty years old. She is an attractive woman with lovely eyes and lips. She's dark, perhaps a shade or two darker than Sanjay. She is a little taller, possibly 5' 7". She has a good figure but a nearly flat chest. Her face is still covered in boils and pimples and is not clear."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Please keep going," Roopa pleaded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sanjay did not let me down; he was a gentleman. His maturity and calmness convinced me that he was the best life partner for me. I began to believe both Swapna and Ranjan in the back of my mind. Perhaps Sanjay did want me to be open to other men's attention."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sanjay was only a few feet away as Swapna and Sanjay dashed for it. Ranjan took a confident step forward and kissed me as he drew me into his embrace. They were only 15 feet away, but it didn't matter to either of us. It was a strong taboo feeling. Ranjan was a fantastic kisser and kept on kissing me. We kissed for nearly five minutes. We wouldn't have stopped if he didn't want to give me a taste of his chocobar."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We found a dark spot in the shade and I promptly knelt forward and nuzzled into his crotch. I was prepared, contrary to what I said the last time. I had avoided eating much food under the guise of being ill. In reality, I just wanted to make sure Ranjan liked his birthday present. He wielded a massive tool that was as stiff as a rod. He deliberately came on my face after fucking my mouth for ten minutes. He unloaded spurt after spurt on my face, some inside my nose, some in my eyes, and he even wiped his dick in my hair after he was done."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As he refused to give me the bottle of water, I wiped it all down with my kerchief. We returned, and when I saw Sanjay and Swapna, I pretended to vomit. They provided me with a bottle, which I used to wash my face. As we walked back to our houses, Sanjay held my hand and supported me. I kissed Sanjay on the lips just before he dropped me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hmm... Malti, you're finally telling the truth. It's a good thing you're no longer hiding it. It would assist us in determining the best course of action for you, "Roopa stated.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I was Ranjan's girlfriend as of that evening. Swapna encouraged me, saying that I could give him my virginity on my wedding night. Every time we went to Sanjay's, it became an ordeal for Swapna and him to go upstairs ahead of us, while Ranjan and I kissed passionately in the darkness. It happened both ways - on the way to his place and on the way out."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"When Swapna wasn't around, he'd go upstairs by himself, leaving me in Ranjan's company."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Unfortunately, he died," Roopa said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Kishore bhai and he could have been excellent sexual partners for you. They could have kept you pregnant year after year, ensuring your youth was not squandered."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roopa finally advised her after hearing her detailed story.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sanjay is a good choice if you want to live a sexually promiscuous life. He encouraged you with Ranjan and may do so with Kishore bhai, but he hasn't done it with others, right?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti gave a nod.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It appears that even his mother understands him and has a thoughtful proposal for you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If all you care about are people who can make you happy in bed, marrying Sanjay will ensure that. He's a cuckold, and I'm sure he'd have Ranjan take you on your wedding night."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But I haven't even met the other man my mother-in-law was referring to. He's much older, as old as your father-in-law," Malti explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Listen, age is just a number," she said, explaining that "the first time he took me, he was 55 years old, and now he is 61. I'm 36 years old, but he made sure I was pregnant during this visit."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you really think my husband isn't aware?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He ignores it, but approaches me for sex after I've been with my father-in-law. He enjoys fucking my sloshy, distended pussy and, you know what, he doesn't mind licking his stuff out sometimes."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you know why Ranjan came on your face and left his semen in your hair?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He wanted Sanjay to smell his semen. And Sanjay must have," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Your mother-in-law wants her lovely daughter-in-law to mate with real men so that her grandchildren are not only beautiful but also strong and healthy."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"My only concern is whether Sanjay can provide you with a comfortable life," Roopa explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's difficult to say," Malti admitted, "but I definitely think he understands me much better and will do his best to look after me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So, with Ranjan, there was only one blowjob and a lot of kissing? Poor soul, he couldn't even fully enjoy your charms."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh no," a humiliated Malti exclaimed. Roopa's eyes widened when she learned that Malti had kept something from her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are an incorrigible Malti," she slapped her buttocks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I gave him about two dozen blowjobs in almost six months. It was always in Sanjay's restrooms or on his balcony. Even in broad daylight at times. On most occasions, Swapna kept an eye out for us."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I told him no intercourse until I was married, so he fucked my mouth whenever he could."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"OMG..." exclaimed a stunned Roopa.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malti, having made up her mind, arrived promptly at our house at the usual time. My mother dispatched me on an errand after some small talk.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Here are the papers," she said, adding, "I have found an auspicious date for the wedding. I'll speak with Kishore bhai to obtain the necessary support from him in order to avoid complications on your parents' side."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you sure?" she inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But mother, I really want to understand why you're doing this?" Malti asked, nodding.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We're both doing it for our families," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are a young and beautiful woman, far more beautiful than my son deserves. Allowing you to mate with these real men will do justice to your beauty. And by conceiving from these real men, you are reviving our family's gene pool."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How am I going to pull this off?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"There's nothing to it," she explained, "just spend some time with him; he'll have you pregnant in no time."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm only giving him these pills to make sure he doesn't let you down. He's not as young as you are, but he's immensely talented. He's no prince charming, but he'll do you proud in the bedroom."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Learning some of this had jolted me to my core once more. Not because I realized I was being duped. I'd always suspected it, but I thought it was a closely guarded secret. The important people who were close to me were well aware of it. I summoned the courage to confront Swapna and learn from her - to find out if Malti was still hiding anything.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Swapna lived in a remote Mumbai suburb and married soon after Ranjan died. When I arrived at her workplace, I discovered she was pregnant and thus on maternity leave. I made a plan to meet Swapna without telling Malti. It was a long way to her house, so I informed Malti that I was on a business trip. She was at her parents' house for the birth of her child.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Swapna was overjoyed to see me and gave me a warm hug. She introduced me to her family; I'd never met them before, but they'd all heard about Malti and me. She realized why I was paying her a visit and told me we could talk later. They had a small bungalow, and Swapna set up our beds on the terrace that night so we could talk and spend more time together. She was almost in her ninth month of pregnancy, and her parents had heard so much about me and Malti that they didn't hesitate to suggest that we sleep upstairs. Swapna did it almost every night.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Swapna listened to what I had to say and began by apologizing "Sanjay, my apologies. What we did to you was unjust and unfair."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Would you please forgive Ranjan and me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I don't want to blame you or Ranjan, Swapna. I just want to know the truth. You know how much I adore Malti and want her to be happy."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She detailed everything and even answered all of my questions to the best of her ability. Some of the facts Roopa learned from Malti were things Swapna mentioned to me but Malti glossed over. By the time she finished her narration, it was already 2:00 a.m. I went downstairs to take a leak and returned with a bottle of water. She was waiting for me by the stairs when she pushed me up against the wall and kissed me. She had always been a tall woman, but due to her pregnant belly, she had grown significantly larger.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We made slow and delicate love on her bed, and after a very long break, I was feeling the warmth of a pussy, and I didn't last more than 5 minutes, as expected. She didn't mind because I had spent a lot of time orally pleasing her. She was overjoyed to be relieved in that way.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Malti is a sexually submissive woman," Swapna exhaled as she drew her comforter over us and took me into her arms.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"To make matters worse, she is the most beautiful woman I've ever met."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ranjan was a true alpha male; he always took what he wanted and didn't care about the consequences."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And honestly, Sanjay, you're not even a tenth of the man he was - both in size and character."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The fact that he was a lower caste man and she was a Kokanatha Brahmin only fueled his relationship with her."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Any real man, Sanjay, would have sniffed her out in a matter of hours," she emphasized.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's possible that your neighbor has already noticed it and is just waiting for the right moment."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You do realize that, don't you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You would have been duped one way or another. Someone else if it wasn't Ranjan."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We talked about other things for a while, and then she started kissing me again after about a half-hour or so. After a few kisses, she straddled my face and invited me to lick her pussy. I had just ejaculated inside her a half-hour before, so licking her pussy felt strange.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Get used to it, Sanjay," she advised, adding, "Malti will love it when you do it to her."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I didn't wait for her approval and licked her the same way I licked Malti when she was full of Gaur's sperm. We had intercourse for the second time, and I lasted about 15 minutes this time. Gaur, on the other hand, could stroke my wife for 45 minutes if he wanted to.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I always loved how you handle any adversity calmly," Swapna said as I left the next morning.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't be bothered by this. Just keep in mind that finding the right sexual mate for your wife is preferable to having her choose it in such a situation."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If for some reason you can't find any, perhaps I can persuade my husband; he's just like Ranjan," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As usual, I returned home after work that night. Swapna had taught me a lot about Malti in the one night I spent with her. I realized that Malti would always intentionally gloss over some of the details and only gradually share more and more details. She waits for things to sink in before revealing the gruesome details, and in the case of Ranjan, she hid a lot of things. Besides, she kept changing her mind about my mother's plan, so I was perplexed as well.</span></p>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-85588613309873179932022-01-04T19:55:00.002-08:002022-04-11T20:48:52.979-07:00Preet Kaur - The Town Whore<p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Chapter 1 - Introductions</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We are a young couple from Punjab, India, who now live in the United States. My name is Manni, and my wife's name is Preet. She is four years younger than me, at the age of 28. We've been married for nearly four years and are expecting our second child. During my high school years, I moved to the United States and completed a substantial part of my education here. Unlike the majority of Punjabis in the United States, I am well educated and employed in government service. However, I did have an entrepreneur streak and was running a small business on the side. My parents died, in an accident, when I was in high school, forcing me to relocate to the United States.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ours is a typical arranged marriage, with me marrying her shortly after meeting her in India. We had our first child within the first year. I was sexually experienced, and it appeared that my wife was as well, though I wasn't certain at the time. I was mostly an American and had several girlfriends over the years because I had studied in the US from a young age. Some relationships lasted a few years, but the majority were brief. Before our marriage, I had heard a few rumours about Preet from my cousin in India, but I didn't fully believe him at the time. Besides, I was open-minded, and she was so lovely that I couldn't say no.<span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet is a well-educated, modern woman from a middle class family. She is quite tall by Indian standards (5' 8"), but this is not uncommon for Punjabi women. Her body was rather slender when she married, but her breasts and ass always stood out clearly, even in her conservative Indian attire. She gained a little weight during her pregnancy, which she was eager to lose. However, despite her valiant efforts, she was unable to return to her original form, and I, like many others, preferred her in her new avatar.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She appeared rounder and fuller. Her breasts were clearly visible now, and her ass was something guys lusted after. She has a blemish-free milky white complexion, deep brown, big eyes, a sharp nose, and delicate red lips that match perfectly. Her black, wavy hair and pale complexion gave her the appearance of an Italian. When she went out partying with some of our friends, it was normal for American men, both white and black, to make a pass at her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She had a lot of admirers in our community and even at her workplace; she taught in primary school. Most men in my community were not well educated and were not married to such refined women, so her beauty and the elegance with which she carried herself attracted them. She'd generally be dressed in her Indian outfit, but every now and then she'd change into her favorite tight-fitting jeans, and these men couldn't stop staring at my wife's butt. In her traditional dress, these men would be more interested in her breasts. Preet was aware of this, but she ignored it because she believed that men were always interested in such things, and it seemed natural to her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I finally started talking to her about these men's interest in her around our first anniversary. She was initially offended, but eventually didn't mind my aimless rambling about my observations. She was a regular woman who believed that guys were constantly interested in women and would jump into bed with them, given the chance. She didn't say it openly to me, but that's how she acted--always casually.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She, like most women, wanted to make sure I didn't think of her as a slut. Other guys were drawn to her not because of her naughty behavior, but because she was a naturally attractive woman. It was rather simple for me to persuade her of this. In our village, most men were farmers, and they would normally say, "All a guy needs is a young, fertile lady to spread his seeds." In these men's eyes, Preet was the epitome of such a woman, so they gravitated toward her. This was not lost on the women of our small community, but Preet had such a pleasant disposition and never glanced at other men sexually that the women were sure that Preet would not steal their husbands.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As is typical, I spilt the beans and told her that if the opportunity arose, I wouldn't mind seeing her in the arms of another man. She was furious with me and gave me the cold shoulder for weeks. I promised her unequivocally that I would be faithful and play the part of a devout spouse, and that I truly wanted to give her the finest in life. She eventually let it go, but made it clear that she wasn't my slave and wouldn't do anything to satisfy me. But something changed in her manner, and she finally let me lick her anus. I had been attempting to do so for over a year, but she had always refused. Not only that, but she also let me take her anally.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet had the most beautiful ass that men would die for. Since our marriage, I've spent a lot of time licking her cheeks, but she wouldn't allow me to stick my tongue into the deepest recesses of her body. She genuinely became a voluptuous woman after her pregnancy, and the closest actress in terms of body form that she resembled due to her tall physique was Monica Bellucci from the film Malena. It wasn't lost on her that there were a slew of young lads who were smitten by her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet began exercising frequently after her pregnancy in an attempt to lose weight and began taking better care of herself. She had been thinking about it for a while, but perhaps learning that I was excited by the prospect of other guys chasing her spurred her to act. She wasn't particularly overweight, but her efforts paid off after a few months, and at the next get-together, I saw a completely different Preet. She was as pleasant and cordial as usual, but she made it easier for males to linger around her and look at her body parts. That evening, I was simmering with lust as I watched my pretty wife parade in front of those hungry lechers.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After returning from the party, I pounced on her, and for the first time, we had sex in our living room; it was our first time in the living room. After a few intense kisses, I pushed her back on the sofa and dove into her pussy. She was oozing with juices, which I eagerly lapped up and sucked, resulting in an incredible orgasm. That was unusual for us; generally, after a few minutes of licking, she would demand that I mount her. That day, even though she wanted me to mount her, I kept licking her until she relented and let me lick her for 20 minutes. As I mounted her, I briefly recounted what I had seen that evening for her benefit before shooting my load into her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I woke her up again in the middle of the night and had sex with her in a similar manner, spending a lot of time licking her. Finally, in the early morning, I repeated the process. We had numerous such experiences earlier in our marriage, but it was probably in the first few months when the novelty of our marriage hadn't worn off. Preet acted normally the next day, never mentioning the passion we shared the night before.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The next night, Preet introduced me to her true self. She met me at the door in her sexiest lingerie, showcasing her new body after her delivery, and passionately kissed me right at the entrance of our house. She then brought me inside and, after a brief lap dance, began giving me a blowjob. Until then, she would unwillingly take my penis in her mouth, but that evening she finally showed off her talent, sucking my penis so expertly that I came in only 5 minutes. I couldn't stop myself and flooded her mouth with my cum, which she swallowed without revolting.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We had a heart-to-heart conversation that night, and she eventually admitted that she wasn't completely honest about her past. She did tell me about her boyfriend, but she didn't say anything about them having a physical relationship other than kissing each other. She informed me that her boyfriend pressured her to have sex after several sessions of passionate kissing and groping. She kept refusing him, until one day she gave in and took his penis in her mouth. The stink of his penis revolted her, but he was dead set on fucking her mouth. She got through it the first time, despite throwing up a couple of times, and finished her blowjob. He splattered his sperm on her face and hair.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She felt ashamed and avoided seeing him for a month, but after that, she gave him another blowjob, and this time she truly enjoyed it. She rubbed her own vagina while allowing him to fuck her mouth. That experience had a bizarre element to it that left an indelible impression on her psyche. She learned that she enjoyed sucking him off and giving him blowjobs became the norm. She insisted that sexual relations would occur only after marriage.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She must have given him over 100 blowjobs during their two-year romance. These weren't blowjobs, but rather mouth fucks in which he seesawed through her mouth for over 20 minutes nonstop. She revealed that he took some images of her in those nefarious positions, but she ordered him to delete them as soon as he took them in order to avoid a scandal.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That night, we talked some more and eventually got to the subject of my perversion. She was worried about its effect on our marriage and hence didn't want to explore it. Preet would never actively participate in these debates; she would merely listen and rarely encourage me. She always tried to dissuade me in some way, but after taking such a brave step of admitting in front of my own wife that I wasn't man enough for her and that I really wanted a real guy to have her, I couldn't stop halfway. During one of these discussions, she eventually stated the obvious.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let me set the record straight, Manni. You want your wife to be a whore of town? You want all these low-class men, who can barely hold an intelligible conversation with either of us, to mount her and breed her?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We'd gotten past the point where either of us felt offended.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our relationship had actually matured to the point where we learned to be curious about each other and better understand each other's needs. All I could do was nod, hearing her say it in such a direct way. Our sex life had greatly improved, and we loved this new chapter of our lives, as we both felt eager to explore and conquer new frontiers in our relationship.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I took a risk and purchased a custom-made pantie with the words "Preet Kaur-The Town Whore" printed in black on the back and gave it to her. Preet was amused, and even blushed, by my audacity. I wanted to convey that I meant what I had said. She paraded it in front of me a few times, but was afraid it would fall into the wrong hands. After a dozen or more flaunts, it's gone for good.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I mustered the guts to purchase a dildo for her and introduce it into our normal sex routine. She didn't object and began to enjoy it as we were making love. I encouraged her to have a threesome with the dildo in her pussy while I took her anally because we had started having anal sex. It was an intense experience for her, but she soon began to like it and even looked forward to it on a regular basis.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We kept talking about who would be the best lover for her, but she kept turning me down. We went to see a movie at an open air theatre nearby around that time and had an unusual experience. The entire evening, our family friend's only son, who had just turned 18, was quite interested in my wife. Several times during the film, as a couple of us sat in our SUV with the hood rolled up, he tried to touch her. She thought it was me at first, but it was him from behind, and after ignoring him a few times, she shoved his hand away rather forcefully.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">During the intermission, I excused myself to grab some snacks for everyone. When I returned, I saw Preet and our neighbor's son heading towards the toilets. My heart almost stopped beating at that moment, and I dashed to the lavatory behind them after handing over the snacks to our friend's family. It was a long walk to the lavatory, and I had plenty of time to catch up. It was practically deserted because the movie was about to begin. As I neared, I noticed them walk around and behind the restrooms.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A small light illuminated that space, and I could see my wife holding his hand and pushing him against the wall. He was a lot shorter than she was, maybe 5' 4" or 5' 5", so her interest in him amazed me. He was a handsome, young man, roughly 8 years my wife's junior. She pushed him against the wall and spoke to him in hushed tones. I couldn't hear them, but eventually learned what they were talking about from Preet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You think you've grown into a man now, ha?" She asked, pushing him up against the wall. Her hand caressed his body and made its way to his groin. He was delirious, anticipating her next moves, but Preet firmly seized his balls and all he could manage was to squeal. Preet was a strong lady, and men sometimes underestimated her. I knew our next-door neighbor's son was in a lot of pain.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you honestly believe you can score with me? With this pencil dick of yours? "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Please, Preet Bhabhi," he begged.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm sorry," he wailed. Preet took sadistic pleasure in domineering over him. Her lips were dangerously close to his, and I'm sure they could both feel each other's breath. She let go of his bulge after about a minute, but continued to fondle it. The boy was plainly terrified and didn't dare move an inch. I heard his zipper squeak; she opened his fly and fished out his weenie, as she later described it to me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You don't even appear to be fully grown yet," she said softly. She looked at him keenly and felt his penis, which appeared to be completely erect but seemed quite small. Seeing Preet take an interest in him, he mustered courage and inched closer to her. Her lips were only about a couple of inches away from his.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You've been trying to fondle my ass or touch my breasts all evening. Do you truly believe you are a man capable of pleasing a real woman?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"This is a pencil dick," she said calmly, "and you need to grow up, boy. I won't even feel it in my pussy."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Perhaps your mother weaned you off milk early?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Drink some milk first," she advised, directing his gaze to her breast. It was a bizarre sight to see her immediately open her flap and guide her breast into his eager mouth. She towered above him, making it easy for him to suck milk from her chest while standing. She would constantly drip milk, so feeding him would not have deprived our son. She let him nurse for around 3--4 minutes before pushing him away.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I will chop your balls off if you tell anyone," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Bhabhi, may I kiss you?" he stammered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Grow up first," she remarked as she walked back briskly. I took an alternate route and arrived at our car before she did. Our son was wailing for her, so she quickly sat back down and began feeding him. Our next-door neighbor's kid arrived and took a seat next to her as others were taken. Now they were alone in the SUV as everyone else had gathered outside of it as the movie had reached an interesting point. For the most part, my attention was drawn to them, and I gradually moved behind our SUV to the opposite side. The windows were somewhat rolled down, and I could make out vague motions. She was leaning back against the rear seat, and he sat right next to her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a few moments, I noticed she was groping his penis. Because it was rather dark, I could only make out her hand gestures. Only a few minutes later, he appeared to have ejaculated as he rapidly exited the vehicle and dashed to the bathrooms.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet didn't say anything about it, so I let it go. At home, though, fireworks were in order, and I pounced on her and similarly licked her till she orgasmed. She didn't fellate me on a regular basis since, in her opinion, my small penis was not worthy of worship, as I had always imagined. She would occasionally fellate the enormous dildo while I ate her out. Inside, I was relieved to discover that my wife had finally let down her guard and seemed eager to explore.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our neighbor's son visited us several times, but she always kicked him out. It appeared as if she had changed her mind. I wondered if she was regretting her momentary lapse in judgment and if I'd ever see her mating with another man again. My wife's promiscuous journey, on the other hand, was just getting started.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I had been paying close attention to all the men who were interested in my wife, and over the last year or so, I had condensed the list down to two men who were attempting to charm Preet. Sunny, a very close family friend, was one of them. Preet was very close to his wife and assisted them during her pregnancy. Sunny's wife was in her last trimester during Preet's pregnancy, so she regularly assisted them with their errands at home. Sunny would visit us virtually every day, and both Sunny's wife and I were fine with Sunny and Preet staying at home or even spending the night at our or his house.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sunny was a womanizer who knew how to seduce ladies. Preet appreciated the attention he lavished on her. It was obvious to her that he was hitting on her because he always did it when his wife was not present. He didn't mind flirting with her in front of me. One evening, I had noticed as my wife was comforting our crying son after a party and Sunny was standing right across chatting her up. I was cleaning up after the party when I found she had undone the flap right in front of him and had breastfed our son to soothe him. I was outside on the patio, and perhaps she didn't think I'd notice, but I did and was taken aback by her frisky behavior.Sunny was around 9 years my wife's senior, physically fit, and a couple of inches taller than Preet. He appeared to be an excellent prospect since I sensed chemistry between them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The second man was Inder, a family acquaintance whom I had known for more than a decade. He, too, was a prominent member of our town, rising from humble beginnings as a truck driver to that of a local businessman who owned a small truck company as well as numerous other small businesses in our neighborhood. Inder, who was about 43 years old, was renowned in our neighborhood as a fiery and flamboyant personality. He had a 16-year-old son from his first wife and two young children from his second wife, who was about 9 years Preet's senior.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet was never at ease with Inder or his second wife, Anju, and especially not with his oldest son. There was something lacking that I couldn't put my finger on, but as our chats progressed, I began to wonder about it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">One day, when I slowly shared the list of men who I thought would be suitable lovers for her, her eyes lit up when I mentioned Sunny's name. I had given a lot of irrelevant names to avoid her thinking that I had spent a lot of time on it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course you know Sunny," she replied, "he's been hitting on me nonstop since his wife entered the last trimester of her pregnancy. As though he needed sexual satisfaction from another woman, who also happened to be pregnant at the time."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come on, Preet, you are a gorgeous and sexy woman," I joked, "Men will always find you appealing. Didn't you tell me that such fancies are quite common?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course, he found me beautiful because his wife was denying him sex, but why would he believe I'd have sex with him during my third trimester? Couldn't he then have sex with his wife?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"His wife is nowhere near your league," I reasoned, "and don't you believe it's your job as a town whore to support such guys who are deprived of sex?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She chuckled as she realized how absurd she sounded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'd often wonder how middle-aged men handled their needs. Their spouses would have lost all of their drives and attractions by then. I've heard of senior males in the family sleeping with younger ladies of the family, usually the daughter-in-laws. Do you believe such things happen?" She asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She'd been reading a few stories online to help her comprehend the insanity that had enslaved her husband. We let the topic rest. It was obvious to her that a 25-year-old lady was far more appealing to Sunny than his own 33-year-old wife. Besides, Preet was a stunningly beautiful woman, and none of the women in our community could have matched her beauty or grace.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet led a dual life; at work, she mingled with well-educated individuals, but at home and in our community, she was surrounded by largely blue-collar workers who earned a livelihood by working in restaurants, gas stations, and farm jobs, among other things. She wasn't embarrassed about it, but there was a difference between how women in our group acted and how Indian women in her elite circle behaved.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We were invited to dinner at Inder's house the following weekend. Inder was like an extended family to us because he helped my uncle financially in the beginning and helped us get work when we moved to the United States. He was also a decent man, and we felt blessed to be socially connected to them. Preet would always find an excuse to avoid them, but I would always persuade her by emphasizing the value of being in the inner group.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There were a few other people at the supper, and everything appeared to be normal.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Manni, I think we should quit mingling with them," Preet finally stated on the way back.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know, Inder doesn't have good intentions," she nonchalantly remarked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come on, Preet. None of the men have good intentions about you. You can't hold it against Inder. The teenage boys were talking about gorgeous women from our families the other day, and you were their favorite."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"They called you Malena from Punjab," I joked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">At home, after a brief kiss, I pounced on her and dove into her pussy. She was feverishly lubricating; her own fluids were matted across her pussy lips, and I could see she was excited about becoming Inder's slut.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet, did Inder actually finger you? You're leaking so much of the precum," I blurted out.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shut up, Manni," she said, but as soon as my tongue slithered into her slick hole, she began moaning. Even though she stated she didn't like him, there was a spark between them that was worth pursuing. I ate her for an eternity, and after about 20 minutes, Preet had a big climax. She allowed me to mount, and after a brief storking of 5 minutes, as is customary on such occasions, I ejaculated inside her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet wasn't fully comfortable discussing him, but after a few more days of exploring, she informed me that he would constantly make an effort to touch her. During supper, he was reportedly stroking her buttocks and thighs. He often did it, but this time it was obvious that he was trying to exploit her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How come you didn't say anything?" I inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I didn't want to cause a fuss," she explained, "and anyway, he appears to be an elderly man from our family, and I didn't believe it would be proper to bring shame to our own family."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hmm... Yes, you did the right thing," I commented.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"People would doubt your character," I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He has a young wife at home, so it doesn't sound like he'd try his luck with you. From everyone's point of view, you are like his daughter-in-law."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I didn't want to come across as cold-hearted, but I also understood that if she had taken a risk, it might have easily blown things out of proportion. He was not only like family, but also a significant man in our community. Preet was sympathetic about it and handled it well."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know, Preet," I said, after a moment's contemplation, "Inder would also be a fantastic candidate."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She blushed and brushed it off. I had been seeking a decent fuckmate for her online, unbeknownst to her. I knew she was drawn to black males, so I posted a few of her photos online to pique the interest of black men in our neighborhood. Several men thought she was quite attractive and exchanged images of their dicks with her. Needless to say, they were far longer in length than our present dildo. She felt insulted, but she was also intrigued by the fact that so many well-endowed guys were interested in her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No way, Manni; I will not do this; certainly not for you," she stated emphatically. I let it simmer for a few days. I didn't think we were ready for the next step, but I didn't want to lose momentum, so I pushed for it. We had to travel to India in two weeks for a relative's wedding; it was a long holiday, so nothing would have happened anyway.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Even though she didn't seem interested when I gave her the images, I subsequently noticed her covertly inspecting them. That was enough to tell me that dark-skinned folks piqued her interest. The previous dildo I had ordered for her was a little white dildo. I proceeded to order a black-colored, 9-inch dildo.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Preet came home from work that day, she was surprised to discover it on our dining table.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Manni, you're going to get us in trouble," she exclaimed, her gaze fixed on that penis sticking upright.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you think it'll even fit?" she inquired as I hugged her from behind. I was confident that Preet was a size queen. She had a wide smile on her face, as I basked in the satisfaction of finally encouraging her to be the woman I desired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you like the color?" I inquired as she lifted it up and examined it closely.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It doesn't seem real, but it'll do," she said quietly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you know my gym buddies had given me a special pantie like the one you gave me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Really?" In awe, I inquired. She dashed into our room and drew the pantie from her drawer.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Made for Black Men Only," it said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"They say one of the black gym instructors has a crush on me and has been wooing me," she laughed as my eyes almost popped out.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No way. You never told me anything about it. Why are we searching for males on the internet?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shut up, Manni," she exclaimed, continuing, "They think of my ass as that perfect PAWG woman designed for black men."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I understood what PAWG stood for and assumed it was a derogatory acronym for overweight women, but after some research, I discovered that I was partially correct, but not in the way I had imagined. It was true that no one liked the term since it implied that you were objectifying women, which of course they don't appreciate, except in the bedroom. The "Phat" element of the acronym stood for "Pretty Hot and Tempting."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Apparently, black males have this thing about impregnating white women," she went on," and a lady with broad hips is more fertile and can deliver babies more easily."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet wasn't like the type of woman who was incredibly overweight or the type of woman that would come up if you searched for the phrase PAWG on the internet. Perhaps she could model plus-size dresses, even if she was on the low end of the "plus" scale. I was confident that the guys in our neighborhood lusted after her butt.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet, you're practically white," I said softly as I nuzzled her neck.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"This is something that you deserved all along," I remarked as I took the penis from her grasp.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Perhaps he deserved to perform the opening ceremony," I remarked as I turned her around and looked at her luscious lips.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You think so?" she joked as she returned my kiss. Her breath had a distinctive odor, which I interpreted as a direct result of being in "heat." I loved her breath anyway, but in such moments, I would kiss her for eternity. "What would you do then?" she said after our passionate kiss.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't you already know that?" I pushed her back on the bed, ripped open her pants, and dived into her pussy with zeal. Preet had grown accustomed to the ritual and was now preoccupied with her own pleasure. I ate her for probably two successive climaxes in a good half-hour.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She neglected my own erection after our session, claiming she had chores and our son to attend to.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Should I contact him? This fitness teacher of yours?" I inquired as she walked to the restroom.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Who do you think I was with immediately before I came home?" she asked, smiling as she shut the door.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That Preet was different. Preet's confidence had clearly risen. I was madly in love with my wife. She was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen, touched, or tasted. None of the white ladies I'd been with, not even the blondes, were in her league. We had a trustworthy relationship and could discuss such taboo subjects without fear of being criticized. That night, to celebrate our tiny achievement, I prepared a tasty supper for her. Preet was overjoyed, and while we lay on our bed that night, we held each other affectionately and talked openly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know, Manni," she continued, "I was never fully at ease with my body."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Really? Why?" I was taken aback since she was like an Apsara (maiden) from the heavens to me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I was so tall and had this large butt and breasts that lads would often refer to as udders," she remarked, a little hesitantly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hearing it, I smiled but quickly comforted her, "That's what men who want your ass and breasts would say, honey. It's not that they don't like them; in fact, they are extremely attracted to them."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Besides, you're not really overweight," I added carefully, after a lengthy pause, "at all." She gave me a scowl. "You are perfect for me and, trust me, a lot of other men!" I hugged her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do men really fantasize about impregnating women?" she inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"All the time," I assured her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know, all the guys in our neighborhood are hardworking men, and it's only fair that they get what they deserve from their wives after a long day's work. A beautiful woman like you would be a blessing to them. You are not only attractive, but you are also fully capable of raising a large family."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She blushed when she heard me say it out loud.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"True," she continued, "but I don't think......" She identified a few elderly individuals in our town and said, "are getting what they really need at home; their wives are so overweight and out of shape, let alone being attractive."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet seemed to have a thing for males in their forties, probably between the ages of 38 and 60. It usually came up in a subtle way, and she could easily slither out of it if I called her out on it. Rather than passing judgment on her, I wanted to investigate and understand her psyche.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course not," I replied, "it's unfair; genuinely speaking, men appear to retain sexual vitality until quite late in life, especially if they work physically demanding jobs."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Perhaps that's why those stories have grown in popularity--elderly men seducing younger women from their families," she immediately added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet was conducting her own online research, and it appeared that she was captivated by those stories. There are numerous tales on the internet, but what piques our interest becomes the most popular theme. It's not true, but it's what smart algorithms make us believe. She was intelligent enough to recognize when she was being manipulated, so it's possible she entirely missed it or was only pretending.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hmm..." I said, nodding. My family had no one who could have done the honors, but thought Inder was close enough to our family that she would consider him in the future.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Life can be so unfair, can't it?" she asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"When women are young, they are gorgeous, horny, and brimming with passion. They are aggressively sought by men prior to marriage, but after marriage, they must find a way to be content with just one man. In later years, when their allure fades, their spouses look for younger women."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I listened to her; she was not a philosophical person, so her introspection had left me in a quandary, and I wondered what was going through her mind. Fortunately, all I had to do was keep an open mind about it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If only our culture were more open, both men and women would be able to enjoy their sexual lives equally."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"In what way?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Women are created in such a way that they can please a large number of men on any given day. Wouldn't it be a win-win situation if younger women took care of the needs of elderly men in their families and older women took care of boys who have reached the age of majority?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But aren't elderly women unattractive?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She remarked wryly, "Young males merely need a warm hole."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"A lady in her early 40s to late 50s, after all, can provide a lot of pleasure to such men who might otherwise resort to porn and prostitutes, right?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet, it's really difficult to change the world, but we all know that true change starts at home," I responded, intrigued by her idea.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you recall those panties? Those were intended as an advertisement for a community service that we provide, not some form of prostitution," I continued, laughing.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shut up," she grumbled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't you believe your lover requires your attention? I remarked as I picked up the dildo from our bedside table. She kissed me passionately, then pushed my head down and said, "My lover is going to mount me today. Prepare me for him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her pussy was already moist, and as always, I enjoyed the taste of her pussy. I took a couple glimpses and noticed Preet sucking on the dildo's knob with her mouth. She even licked the balls after a few minutes. I had no doubt that Preet would fulfill my wish.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She was ready to be taken by her boyfriend (i.e. the dildo) after about 10 minutes of eating her. She wanted to mount him and asked me to offer my penis so she could suck me simultaneously. Within a few minutes of being impaled by her boyfriend, she gasped and shivered with her climax. Obviously, the size was ideal for her. She could take it all in while also experiencing the intensity she seemed to seek. Soon after she climaxed, I shot my cum in her mouth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was a Saturday night, and we were both at home watching a movie. Normally, we'd be out partying somewhere else. We planned to travel to India the following weekend for a relative's wedding, so we opted to stay at home and prepare. We sat comfortably on our loveseat, watching another melodramatic film that Preet loved. "Should we name your lover?" I suggested as I rubbed her arm.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I don't know, you must have thought of one already," she said, ignoring me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I didn't react, she glanced at me and asked, "So, is it going to be Sunny or Inder?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet had finally accepted me as a cuckold and didn't seem to mind calling me that.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you think they're that talented?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What do you know about penises anyway?" I confronted her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of course I do. In my life, I have touched and tasted four penises. Why wouldn't I know? "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Four? You stated that you only had one boyfriend."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Didn't you forget about those two dildos you got for me?" She mocked me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So, tell me, where do I rank among those four penises?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shut up, Manni," she chuckled nervously and smacked my thigh, "I'm not going to tell you that."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What's the harm?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She gave me a puzzled look and then added, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Manni, but you predicted correctly. You'd be at the bottom of the list."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet looked stunning and sexy at the time, and I lightly kissed her on the lips and whispered, "I am sorry to hear that, honey, but trust me, I will never make you regret marrying me. You can have all of those sizes on our marital bed, even if it means I don't receive my fair share. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Scoundrel!" she yelled as she pushed me away.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I decided to have a beer and went to our fridge, asking her if she wanted one.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm breastfeeding Manni," she said, rewinding the movie to catch up on the scene she had missed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"BTW, I thought Marcus would be a perfect name for the dildo. That's the name of your gym instructor, right?" I said, giving her my charming smile.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That won't even get you any brownie points," she retorted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Where are my bottles, Preet?" I inquired, as my bottles had gone missing.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How come you have so many milk bottles?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Honey, it's in the garage," she explained. I went to our garage refrigerator to get a bottle for myself, only to discover that there were additional milk bottles. I wondered how much milk she was producing. We used to play with her breasts, and she enjoyed it when I suckled and drank her milk. She even squirted her milk on me while riding my penis at times.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What's up with those milk bottles, honey?" I murmured, crashing next to her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh, those are for Anju's baby," she said, fumbling for the right words.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She's having problems producing milk, so she's asked for my assistance." Anju was Inder's wife, so it didn't seem strange, but why did she require so many bottles? Her infant was also a year old and could easily live on solid meals.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why are there so many?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't ask," she said nonchalantly, "since we'll be gone for a while."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't worry, Manni," she reassured me, "it's for the baby; apparently she couldn't give him much of her breast milk and had requested me as a favor."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She even recommended medication to increase my milk production."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh, so you're now a human cow for them?" I was shocked, but not angered, by her response. It was a moderately erotic sensation for me. I had a feeling Preet had a thing for breast milk.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Wait a second, Manni. What kinds of things do you say? Can't you think for a second before blurting things out?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She rolled back and giggled uncomfortably.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you truly believe they are for the baby? I'm sure Inder is gulping them down, which is why they require so many bottles."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I knew you'd say that," she remarked, as she burst out laughing.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If that's what he likes, then you can invite him over; I will feed him myself," she added, giggling.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Does this count as community service?" I asked her playfully, after she had calmed down. When she heard that, her eyes brightened up, and she said, "Perhaps you can."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She dashed to her bedroom to retrieve her breast pump. It appeared to be a new one. She quickly removed her top, unfastened her bra, and got down on all fours.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Utilize these pumps to milk me for Inder," she instructed. All of a sudden, Inder had catapulted to the number 1 position. In the very recent past, in my mind, it used to be Sunny; perhaps it was always Inder in her mind and I was just learning about it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her voice was filled with genuine excitement as I fumbled through the steps to first set up the machine and place the suction pumps on her breasts. Within seconds, I could see a small stream of white liquid pouring down the transparent pipe into the bottles. I couldn't help but fondle her butt in that stance since she was so sexy. I nuzzled into her crack and licked her anus, pushing down her pajamas. Preet immediately moaned in response. I made love to her lovely butt; she was aware of my interest and let me play with it for a little while.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Perhaps you could feed Inder's children while he puts another baby in you? What do you think, Preet?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet froze and looked at me as if she'd spotted a snake. She read it perfectly; I wanted to use Marcus on her while she was pumping milk for Inder's baby. Marcus (i.e. our new black dildo), of course, was standing in for Inder in this scene.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I went to get our new black dildo and returned to my wife, who had already started lubricating in anticipation. The sheer sloshing of secretions as her pussy lips extended to fit Inder's penis was enough to keep my mind occupied for at least a week. It was a mesmerizing sight to witness, Preet's clean shaved pussy devouring the black snake. Her pussy lips stretched around that thick equipment and it took a few minutes to adjust to the girth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">However, Preet took the entire penis with no difficulty. As his penis bottomed inside her pussy, she let out a loud grunt. I took my time and began the see-sawing action gradually. Preet's moans made it clear that she was enjoying the sensation of being milked and fucked at the same time.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Fuck me Inder," she whimpered as I cranked up the tempo.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Haven't you waited long enough?" she asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet collapsed forward in a tremendous orgasm that I had only seen a few times before. Because the bottles were nearly filled, I paused the machine and removed the pumps. Preet laid there naked, enjoying the sensation of a powerful climax. As she gathered up her clothing and went to refresh herself, I tidied up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As she sat next to me after returning from the bathroom, she added, "You're going to make me a full slut."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How about dropping off some fresh milk at your friend's house?" She said, slapping me on the thigh.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you sure?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's for Anju's kid, of course. Go ahead and give it to your friend. Perhaps he'll save a few bottles for himself," she said, chuckling.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I grudgingly got up, packaged the bottles according to the directions, and dropped them off at their house. Because Inder was not at home, Anju accepted the package. She thanked me profusely, but I replied, "No problem, Bhabhi. She has a lot of milk, and a lot of it would have gone to waste anyhow."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I got home after hanging out with a few of my buddies and sat next to her on the sofa. Preet glanced at me as the film was nearing completion and asked, "Did you give it to Inder or Anju?" Her hand slid up to my crotch and touched my pecker, which was in a normal state.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You need to know this," she murmured softly as she stroked my small bulge.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"During our visit last weekend, I slept on their marriage bed," she softly said, measuring my reaction. My aroused penis did not disappoint her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Anju recommended that I feed her baby. It seemed strange, but there was a certain warmth and comfort that a child gets from genuine feeding that the bottle could never replace."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">To say the child was hungry would be an understatement. After about 15 minutes, I had to switch sides and give him my second breast."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soon after, your friend crept up behind me and softly patted my buttocks. He looked at me lovingly and then, without warning, he lifted the scarf to see his kid suckling on my breast. Pleased with the contented face of his child, he kissed lightly on his cheeks. In that endeavor, his cheek brushed across my breast. He took his time before walking away."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet began massaging my penis, which was a stiff rod, and kissing me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I knew one day you'd feed my children," he remarked as he patted my buttocks while getting out of bed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That was enough to make me ejaculate in my underwear. It was the first time she jerked me off. Until that time, we'd either have intercourse or she'd suck me off. After that very humiliating episode, I took a hot bath. She briefly joined me in the shower before leaving me to ponder my predicament. Behind my back, a lot had happened. I felt like a total moron.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How did you get into all of this?" I asked as I tossed and turned in bed that night.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It was all due to you. Thanks to you, Anju found the unique pantie you had given me, as well as the dildo you had carelessly left in our bathroom drawer. Imagine if she had discovered the 9-inch black dildo you bought now.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is she blackmailing you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not much, but she asked for a favor, and knowing she knew our secret, I didn't want to say no. What, after all, is the harm in donating breast milk?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, physically feeding his son on their bed and having that bastard gazing on my breasts felt uncomfortable, but also extremely erotic."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Does that mean he didn't kiss his son?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No," she responded, with a smile. Preet was now playing with me, and I felt like an idiot. What more had she concocted, I wondered?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He fondled my butt and said, "You have a perfect ass. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I hope Manni is making good use of it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What happened at the dinner table?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"At the table, he touched my buttocks and thighs whenever he could. In case you didn't see, his son was glancing at me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sunny and Inder have both seen your breasts now," I joked. She blushed and said, with a mischievous smile, "Manni, I was breastfeeding the babies when they noticed it. It's not the same thing at all."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He kept serving me food, telling me that I needed to eat enough to produce milk."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet, you have magnificent breasts, and I believe your ass is nothing short of legendary," he stated shamelessly as he fondled it under the table.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"OMG," I managed to exclaim. I was astonished that it happened right in front of me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">For the following few days, my mind was in a state of confusion. On the one hand, I genuinely wanted her to have a lover, and Inder seemed like a plausible choice in my opinion, but on the other hand, he was seducing my wife, and it appeared that his wife was supporting him in some way. Anju's pregnancies were both achieved through in-vitro fertilization, and both of her deliveries were caesarian. There were several issues, but her inability to nurse was something I only recently learned from Preet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was a bizarre turn of events for Inder because he was reputed to be the most potent guy; doctors attested to it, and if it had been any other woman, she would have become pregnant right away. Preet was a very fertile woman, since she conceived in the second month of our marriage. Inder would quickly impregnate my wife if he were to mount her. Preet despised pills, and because breastfeeding gave natural protection, we didn't use any at all.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet appeared submissive to him and his wife, and I had the impression that if things weren't working out with Sunny, they might with Inder. Sunny's wife had told me that I should be cautious and keep a tight check on Preet because she thought she was on the verge of committing adultery. She had seen Sunny kissing her, which was one of the reasons she pushed Sunny to move to a separate workplace.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I seriously considered the possibility that Anju was blackmailing Preet into taking care of her family duties and would soon entice her to perform her bedroom chores as well. Anju was a different kind of woman: she was calm, chilly, and calculated. It was difficult to read her, and I would not have thought so if Inder hadn't told me about her. She never once protested Inder's extramarital affairs; she recognized that such liberties were necessary to keep Inder happy. She was the type of woman who could lure women in order to keep her husband pleased.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Curiosity got the better of me at this point, and I decided to breach the cardinal rule and check her phone. We trusted each other totally, kept our phones unlocked, and never felt the need to keep anything from one another. However, I was concerned about what was going on behind my back and whether she was being abused, so I decided that it was better to be safe than sorry. I promised myself that I wouldn't exaggerate it because everyone has some skeletons in their closets; it shouldn't come as a surprise if I found a few in hers as well.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her phone was empty, with no texts exchanged between her and Inder or Anju. Even the messages she and Sunny exchanged were normal. I thought I was exaggerating, but I had set up a method to back up my conversations on my computer and decided to check it out just to be sure, and to my astonishment, there were a lot of messages exchanged between Anju and Preet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Reading the messages, I was certain that Anju was taking advantage of her because of the pantie and dildo she discovered in our house. Her requests were mostly innocuous--dropping off lunch, picking up groceries, breastfeeding her infant, and so on.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">However, the wording became vague at some point, and it appeared that she was hinting that at some point in the future, she should also help keep her husband's bed warm on occasion. As if that wasn't enough, she implied that Inder's eldest son would be coming of age and would require feminine attention; she didn't want him sleeping with prostitutes and foreigners, as she referred to the local American women.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was embarrassed with myself for betraying her, but I reminded myself that my main worry was for Preet, and I had no intention of stopping what was going on. There was no reason for me to second-guess Preet's judgment. If she didn't find anything unpleasant, nothing must have happened. Even though Preet claimed to despise Inder, he had clearly captured her attention.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Inder had darker skin than the majority of the men in our community. He was around Preet's height, maybe an inch or so taller than her. Most men felt I was shorter than Preet; despite her sumptuous shape, she appeared taller. I knew she was the same height as me, and Inder appeared to be a little shorter. However, most of it was due to his large build. His limbs were unusually long for his height. He was wearing size 12 shoes, and I had a strong suspicion that he was the owner of a cock the size of a 9-inch dildo. It would also be pretty dark.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Inder was a flamboyant man who had sampled many ladies in his life, the majority of whom were white women. During a 10-year period as a single father, he lived the life of the most eligible bachelor yet avoided the ladies in our community. Anju didn't mind and either mocked or made fun of his irresponsible behavior, which had been a recurring theme in their 8-year marriage with him. Inder had shown a keen interest in her since relocating to the United States following our marriage. It was as if he had finally found the beauty in her that he had been looking for so long.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet had an unusually milky white complexion, pale pink areola, and light-colored pussy lips for an Indian lady.She had that perfect waist that made it simple to deliver babies and that men found very attractive. She was a sophisticated lady and quite conscientious about her personal hygiene. Other ladies smelled all the time, and many didn't even shower twice a day. Preet took all the required precautions to ensure that she was always in an immaculate state that could entice any male.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My subconscious was preparing me to accept my fate. I had reached out to a few online forums for assistance in this matter, and everyone had told me to be careful what I wished for. After hearing my story, they had no doubt that something would happen in the near future.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I eventually fell asleep as these thoughts shifted continuously through my mind. I awoke late in the morning, and only after she shook me up, saying, "Wake up, you lazy bum."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What all do you want me to be?" I rubbed my eyes and glanced at my lovely wife, who was fresh from her morning shower.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"House Maid, Milk Maid, and Town Whore," she chuckled as she kissed me on the lips.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">If you really want to see me in that avatar, you should take over the household management.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I smiled and went to the restroom. We had undoubtedly advanced our relationship to a whole new level. Although Preet still didn't want to live out our fantasies, she openly discussed them, and it was evident that she craved them just as much as I did, but she appeared more mature about it; or so I thought.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the kitchen, I hugged her from behind and kissed her neck passionately. She quietly said, "Don't get fresh with me. You're not going to get anything today. You wanted to be a cuckold, so get used to it. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"At the very least, I can hug my wife, right?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, you can, and you can even kiss her, just not on her lips," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder is going to be home this afternoon and mount me during my milking period," she remarked as she shooed me away.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do the laundry and vacuum," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The house is a complete mess," she grumbled to herself.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was delighted by the new ritual she had established, and she seemed to be settling into the position of cuckoldress. I reminded myself that there was still hope and that not all was lost.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Chapter 2 - Preet narrates her slutty journey</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet evolved into a completely new person. During that week, she repeated the same episode multiple times, but sexually starved me. She only allowed hugging, kissing on her cheeks, and licking her pussy. She didn't even jerk me off. And she made me deliver those bottles every day, and Inder picked them up a few times. He had an odd gleam in his eyes as he accepted the bottles; perhaps it was just my imagination playing tricks on me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We spent a lot of time on the journey to India chatting to each other about our current predicament, which I will outline here.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did anything happen with Sunny?" I inquired, after she warmed up and was prepared to engage in such a discussion.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sunny was hilarious," she remarked quickly, "he tried his hardest, practically pleading about how much he was deprived of sex because of his wife's lack of desire for sex and her fear of having sex while pregnant."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Really?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He was such a crybaby; I was trying to console him and he misread it and kissed me on the lips."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I could see his wife and her family leaving the hospital with the baby, but he was in such a desperate situation that I let him kiss him for a few moments. Unfortunately, that was enough for his wife to see us in that precarious situation."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Who makes such pleas? Requesting a sexual favor from another lady who is in the last month of her pregnancy because his pregnant wife denies him sex?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sunny's wife had delivered their baby a couple of months earlier, and they were visiting the doctor for a checkup. Apparently, Sunny couldn't make it on time, and so Preet drove his wife and her mother to the hospital. Sunny arrived on the scene and ran into her when this happened.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you kiss him back?" I asked. I remembered how Sunny's wife had complained that she had seen them in a passionate embrace in the car. She avoided them and took a cab that day in order to avoid making a scene.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I kissed him back, but it was perhaps only a few minutes," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I had a rather long conversation with Sunny's wife, and she clearly told me that both Sunny and Preet were taking advantage of our trusting nature. As explained earlier, Sunny's wife, Simi, and Preet were good friends; Preet helped a lot during Simi's second pregnancy. It was common for us to spend time at each other's places. Fortunately, I had run into Simi only a week back when she elaborated on what actually happened there.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Apparently, Preet had pulled out of their parking spot the moment she noticed Simi. They parked in a remote corner and used that opportunity to make out with him. They kissed in the car, and she jerked Sunny off. That wasn't the only time they engaged in foreplay; in fact, during most of our meetings, they apparently made out. Simi had spotted it several times during the last trimester of her pregnancy. Clearly, she was helping Sunny out. Until now, Preet never shared it with me, and I didn't feel the need to bring it up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What about our neighbor's son?" I asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I took a chance to see if Preet would come clean or hide it and, to my utter surprise, she narrated the entire episode. She jerked him off in the car and kissed him as a prize for showing the courage to pursue her. In some sense, it quelled some of my doubts about her character. She was neither an ultra conservative woman nor a reckless woman. She tried to live somewhere in the middle of those two extremes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you really kiss him or just give him a peck on his cheeks?" I asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She cheekily replied, "It was a deep kiss. I vigorously stroked him until he came, which was in a few minutes."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Later that evening, he showed up for more spoils," she continued, "and I indulged one more time in our living room. This time it was an intense kiss, and he also took much longer to ejaculate."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">One thing led to another and finally the topic of Inder came and Preet came clean on that story as well. The gist of it was that after Anju saw the dildo and the special panties, she became good friends with her and during those discussions, she narrated her own plight. Anju was a frail woman who had a lot of issues with childbirth, but she was also apparently frigid in bed due to which Inder's extramarital affairs continued. She shared Inder was sexually attracted to Preet and perhaps she was the first woman from our community that he was sexually attracted to. If Preet ever considered having an extra-marital affair, then she should surely add him to her list. Preet politely declined it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Inder and Anju were not Sikhs, and neither were they Hindu Punjabis. Inder immigrated to the US at a very young age and built a gigantic business for himself over the years. He is well connected and well known in our local community and even had connections with politicians.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Inder and I had been good friends for almost a decade; he was about 15 years older than me, but our relationship had a friendly vibe to it. His first wife passed away in an accident; it didn't affect him. After living a semi-bachelor life, he married for the second time, and even with her, he wasn't happy. Anju was quite short, about 5' 2", with a frail body and a whitish complexion. She was an attractive but ordinary woman. I often heard him quibble about her and how he did not seem to get what he deserved. It was common for him to have affairs with attractive, married, white or Latino women. He preferred married over single ones as the single ones wanted to settle down and that was not an option for him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Recalling all of that context and collating it with what Preet shared, it made sense to me. As I explained, Preet could have easily modeled for companies selling plus-size lingerie. She had that aura, the youth, and the body to pull it off. Anju may have noticed this and, realizing that she was sex starved, her conclusion from finding a dildo in our bathroom and that nasty pantie, thought that Preet could fill the void in Inder's life.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet didn't want Anju to know that I was complicit in both the dildo and pantie things, so she told her she used it when she felt horny, which was most of the time. And the pantie was some sort of prank, perhaps by someone from her workplace or gym. They both talked about how dirty it felt to be called a whore, but inside, at least at the right moments, they felt desirable, and that's why she paraded herself in the bedroom wearing that pantie for personal amusement. Anju felt the dildo was quite small, a reflection of what Preet's experience was limited to. She took it as a clear sign I was rather under-equipped, perhaps at 4-5" or so. She remarked if I would even be good enough for her; Preet was a much bigger woman, and hence, Inder's 8-inch dick, which was quite thick as well, was a much better choice.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet and Anju's friendship grew almost immediately, and each time Anju dropped the suggestion that she considered starting an affair with Inder, she would politely decline. This insult festered in Anju's mind for a little while, and then eventually she used the blackmail tactic.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How come you never told me about that, Preet?" I inquired. I had learned some of it already through her text messages, but I was clear on not interfering unless I sensed Preet was coerced into something.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It was pointless, Manni," she explained, "it was something between two ladies; why would I bring you in?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did Inder know about this?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course not," she said, giving me a strange look.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are his pal. Don't you know who he is? He takes what he wants; begging or asking is not in his style."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Didn't you notice?" she inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You've attended more of his parties and meet powerful people since you got married. Now a lot more people know about you in your own office."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you ever consider why all of this was happening?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Was it all because of you?" I spoke it out loud. The air hostess urged us to be quiet because we were conversing nonstop throughout the flight, even when the lights were turned off and everyone around us was sleeping. Even though it had been several hours and we could feel our stale breaths, we both had a childlike joy as we chatted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She smiled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course, it's all because of you," I stated confidently. "you are my lucky charm. But did you imply we were invited because Inder wanted to spend more time with you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes," she answered emphatically.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't you remember how I warned you, perhaps, in the fourth month of our marriage, to stop socializing with them?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You felt avoiding them would be awkward, right?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I used to feel awkward at such western parties all the time. Strange men would approach me and ask for a dance, taking advantage of the opportunity to grope me. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But it was always Inder who came to my aid. You were always busy visiting the restroom," she continued, chuckling.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She did not know I left her alone on purpose to see if anyone made a move on her. Many did, but she would wave them away, repeatedly flashing her ring. Inder was also on my list of probable candidates, and it was possible that I had put him on my shortlist because of his chemistry with her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"One evening, while I was alone, a black guy asked me out to dance, and I decided I'd give it a shot. He was an excellent dancer and a handsome hunk. He drew me in for a second dance, this time to a slow song that brought our bodies close together. Although my tummy showed, he stroked and groped me deftly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Inder interjected and asked for permission to dance with me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's my husband," I confidently said, and rescued myself. Inder smiled and confidently led me away.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I can't' blame him," he whispered into my ear, "you are looking ravishingly beautiful!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I blushed and laughed it off. That was the first time I looked into his eyes while dancing. Until then, I had avoided looking at him directly."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Usually, we would go out clubbing with a few of Preet's friends from the gym, but the past few times we ran into Inder. As the night progresses, we usually end up in each other's company; that's when I will try my tricks. Inder had magically shown up at the same pub where we were clubbing. It almost seemed as if I was inviting him, but it seemed he was showing interest in Preet, and I definitely invited that attention. It seemed that his chemistry with Inder was improving.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I wouldn't ever call Inder handsome," she continued, "but there was a spark in his eyes. His dark, thick lips occasionally gave me a glimpse of his shiny white teeth. He had a certain air of confidence that I could sense but couldn't explain it," she continued.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Other men behaved as if there was no tomorrow; they had to seize the opportunity right now."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you saying that you were attracted to Inder?" I asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not quite, but at that moment, I noticed he was a nice-looking man. Until then, I always looked at him as an elderly member of our family, but perhaps the first time I saw him as a man," she replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder behaved as if I was his and that's what I found attractive in him," she continued.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am sure," he said, glancing in his direction, "he was wondering if there was space for another bun in your oven."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It was such a sex-filled comment that I first nervously laughed but later on openly giggled."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are gorgeous, Preet," he said, as I finally caught my breath.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He added, "Beautiful eyes, sharp nose, sexy lips, and such a lovely smile."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Looking deeply into his eyes, I asked, is this how you compliment your wife?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, came his emphatic reply. I am not good at telling lies!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You, my Kelly Brook, are an epitome of beauty and lust," he added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Who is Kelly Brook?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"An ordinary but amazingly hot and sexy British actress. Look her up," he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I looked her up later that night; I was pleasantly surprised to be compared to such a hot woman," she exclaimed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I smiled reassuringly and said, "Well, you are definitely the Indian version of her."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I blushed again, hearing him praise me profusely," she continued her story.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What? He gets a tight hug and your husband doesn't get any? He said and pulled me into his embrace. His one hand comfortably rested on my lower back and his other hand clasped my hand. My dainty fingers looked puny, intertwined with his. His rugged hands comfortably enveloped mine; feeling his callous skin of his palm on my soft skin sent shivers down my spine."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He seemed like a man who had done a lot of hard work in his life. Surely, he had a strong back to mount a young woman like me, I mused."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you really want to make him jealous?" he whispered, leaning forward.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I marveled at his audacity. He was trying to charm a married woman who was almost half his age. Where did he get that sort of confidence?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Before I could say anything, he sealed my lips with his. It was just a peck on my lips, but it felt much more than that."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No one else has ever kissed me," I said blushing, after breaking the kiss.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I know," he confidently replied, "that's so unfair of Manni; not sharing his beautiful wife!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I blushed, realizing fully that he was hitting on me. I let him continue romancing me as I looked deeply into his eyes periodically. It seemed like he had left behind his crass ways and was genuinely trying to seduce me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Where is your husband? He said, looking around for you. But of course you were still waiting in that long line to empty your bladder."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And then I took it up a notch by replying, Why? Isn't he standing right in front of me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He smiled and kissed me on my cheek, and we soon exited the dance floor. Just then, you returned from your latest washroom trip," she emphasized.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I remembered that as I had seen her dance with him and was sexually excited. She was blushing and receptive to him. There was no inappropriate touching, but the chemistry was visible. I had been trying to expose her to other men for over 6 months, but she never fell for anyone. There seemed to be a chance with Inder, and I felt comfortable leaving her alone with him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Without her asking for it, I got drinks for them. It was another way for me to give them more time. But I remember they had disappeared, and it took me 10-15 minutes to trace them. It was Friday night, and the club was full, including the dance floor and Preet sometimes felt suffocated due to smoke even though we were on the non-smoking end.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As you left, Inder comfortably led me, putting his hand on my waist to a far corner where there was less noise and better air quality," she continued.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet, did you ever wonder why these men are hitting on you?" he asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I looked up at him and wondered what he was suggesting."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are gorgeous, of course, but they can also see that you are married, he explained, lifting my ring finger."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What they don't see is your husband. Why would he leave such a pretty woman alone in such a place?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I looked at him and the surrounding people. No one was even noticing me. When I was alone, many people would eye me and many would make their way to chat me up."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He confidently leaned forward and whispered, they think you are available and that your husband is a cuckold."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I leaned back and looked at him; his lips were perilously close to mine. I was sexually excited and knew what he was suggesting, but still was unclear."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What does cuckold mean?" I asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"His lips curled up in a familiar grin as he took his moment and whispered into my ear, it means Manni wants you to sleep with other men and perhaps even get pregnant from them, as he put his hand on my belly."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What nonsense?" I said, looking into his eyes, and pushed him away.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Give me a minute to explain," he said as he caught my hand and pulled me back.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I have run into you half a dozen times while clubbing. Don't you think I have spent more time with you than with Manni in the club?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's what a cuckold conspires to do: pushing his wife into the arms of another man. It sexually excites him. Can you imagine me dragging Anju in this pregnant state to clubs?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What makes you think so? Are you an expert?" I retorted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course I am," he confidently replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Didn't Anju tell you about my roving eyes? All the stories she makes up are real!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why do you presume I am ready for it?" I asked, scoffing at his overconfidence.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let's first verify if I am correct about Manni or not. What do you think?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I was speechless and lost for a moment in thought. He snapped his finger in front of me and reminded me you would arrive soon. I saw you with drinks looking for us in the distance, and I waved to you. Handing over my drink and his, you headed back to get yours."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How do you plan to do that? I asked, agreeing to play along."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let's play the surrogate-wife game, he whispered into my ears. It means we pretend you are my wife in front of him. I will romance you and let's see how he responds."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I gave him that hard look and asked how would you prove it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know the best way to prove it? He whispered and added after a potent pause, drop the pretense."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"All you have to do is let me romance you every time we meet; just like the way you allowed me today," he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It was a pivotal moment," Preet said, as she squeezed my bulge.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hold this drink," he said, "let me show you something."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I saw you heading towards us with the drink in your hand, and that's when Inder leaned forward and planted his lips on mine. With two drinks in my hand, I was at his mercy. Surprised with his move, however, I turned my face sideways and his lips landed on the corner of my lips. I had drinks in my hand and didn't want to spill them, which gave him complete freedom."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He was worked up and pushed his tongue out to taste my lips. One of his hands fondled my breast while the other squeezed my butt brazenly. As I tried to revolt and turned my face, he locked his lips with mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth and sucked on my lips. Even though I did not kiss him back, he amply used the situation and sucked on my lips passionately."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It was almost a minute long kiss; he took his time until I finally indicated to him to stop."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I handed the drink to him as you stepped into that dim lit area and we finally spoke after almost an hour long separation."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet wanted to leave immediately as she was feeling sick, so we finished our drinks and then leave. Inder said that she was feeling a little dizzy and needed some fresh air. At that moment, I felt perhaps Inder had overstepped the line and Preet was visibly annoyed with him. Inder was still fondling her butt as we spoke; after a few minutes of it, we stepped out.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As we headed out," she continued, "you went to pick up the tab and asked us to call for a cab outside. Inder boldly put his hand on my waist to support me but in reality he was taking advantage of me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We headed out of the backdoor into our parking lot, and as soon as I stepped out, he pulled me into his arms and forcefully kissed me. I pushed him back and rushed to our car and instinctively sat in the back, assuming you two would sit in the front. He followed me and got in a few moments later."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder, stay away from me," I blurted in frustration. Perhaps it was a mixture of frustration and sexual anxiety.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He had sniffed a bitch in heat," she said, "there was no way he was going to back out. I have seen it play out several times; it ends up with the bitch stuck up with the male in a precarious situation; becoming a spectacle for everyone."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come on, Preet," he said, "you know this is what Manni needs and you know that."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder moved closer to me and touched my breasts, then leaned forward and nuzzled into my neck. I pleaded, but he paid no heed and kissed me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That was the first time I fully felt him. His breath; his odor, and his kissing were so confident, so deliberate, and so focused on both giving me pleasure and savoring my lips. I had no option but to return his kiss. It was an intense and passionate session as he fondled my breasts and voraciously kissed my lips."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Fortunately, you showed up on time. Likely you would be welcomed by loud moans of your wife," she added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You sat in the car and, after cursorily chatting with us, drove both of us out. Inder was giving some water when you entered the car, so you ignored him sitting in the back seat."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder had already moved to the center seat and as you drove the car, he took my hand and placed it on his bulge. It was the first time I felt the bulge of a real man; it was so big that I almost couldn't believe it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Instead of dropping him, you brought him back to our house, and no sooner did I return from our bedroom after changing clothes, he accosted me again in the kitchen, and we once again kissed."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Wow," I uttered, shocked that I missed every single detail of her story, even though it all happened in my presence.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I know your Bunty doesn't mind," she said, giving my penis a good squeeze.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That episode shook me and I told you we should stop socializing with him, but you would never listen. I stayed away from him as much as I could," she continued.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I wondered what these men found in me. Sunny, Inder, and even Inder's father had been pursuing me. Even our next-door neighbor's boy wasn't far behind."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I smiled, but understood what she was talking about.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I was six months pregnant; bloated like a football, but these men were immensely attracted to me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As fate would have it, your birthday came, and he showed up magically at our place. He told me you invited him, and you said he invited himself," she continued.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On that day, we were in a bit of a pickle as all our friends wanted to celebrate my birthday, but Preet told everyone that we would be out of the area since it was my first birthday after our marriage. We were supposed to be out, but because of some urgent work in my business, I had to change the plans. It happened at the very last minute, so it made little sense for us to invite everyone over, as to be honest, we had made no preparations for it either.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet had the excellent idea of celebrating it at our own home by somehow showing it to all the neighbors as if we were out of town. It was to be a romantic dinner for the two of us. She asked me to park the cars in the garage and turn off all the lights in the house. She improvised and set up the table on our patio, which had more privacy because our house shielded it on three sides and opened into our backyard.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Most of my friends cried foul and wanted to take part in the celebration. Some of them even showed up and knocked on the door. Inder got the drift of it somehow; I don't remember if I blurted it out accidentally, but I definitely didn't invite him on purpose. However, I could have avoided opening the door for him and letting him in. He realized as well that we were having a romantic dinner, and he kept it all hush-hush.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He had bought my favorite bottle of liquor, and it looked as if I had succumbed to that bribe. In reality, however, I was sexually excited by the thought of him spending time with Preet in our house with no lights on. Surely, there would be plenty of opportunities if anything were to happen between them. I expected nothing to happen, but I wanted them to be comfortable in each other's company so that there would be a possibility in the future.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You were the guest of honor," she elaborated, "so we had you sit at the table nursing your favorite alcohol while we were running the errands in the house."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I was angry at you for ruining my romantic date and was fuming inside," she continued, "but it reminded me of Inder's words that perhaps you had that fetish of seeing your wife with other men."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That thought was stuck in my mind, and finding myself so close to the man who had been pursuing me in solitude was a sexually exciting feeling. Almost immediately, he accosted me in the kitchen and said, doesn't your husband deserve a kiss on his birthday?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I looked at you sitting in the yard, when he reminded me, remember I am your husband, and stepped closer and kissed me on my cheeks."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He caressed my breasts first and then slowly started mauling them. I let him play with me, and then, pushing him away, I carried the dishes outside. He helped me but also used it as an opportunity to feel me up."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"My appetite was lost, and I ate little. You were merrily sipping drink as both Inder and you regaled your business conquests. I decided to not let my emotions get the better of me; after all, it was your birthday, and I thought you had full freedom to decide how to celebrate it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"After our dinner, we sat in the yard and chatted comfortably for a good hour. As usual, you were sipping on your drinks while your friend Inder was shunning it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"At about 10:00, we cut the cake; I went inside to get it ready and that's when Inder hugged me from behind. He once again squeezed my breasts. I pleaded. Please behave Inder, you will soil my make up and smear my lipstick."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He took the hint and patiently waited as we did the cake cutting ceremony. Inder took some of our pictures and clicked some pictures with us hugging and kissing each other on our cheeks."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Interesting," I said, interrupting her flow.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You could have avoided changing your clothes and getting rid of your makeup. That would have been a plain refusal, right?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You could have avoided changing your clothes and getting rid of your makeup. That would have been a clear refusal, right?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"My pants were soaking wet, as was my Khameez in the crotch area," she explained, "so I had to change, and that's when I involuntarily removed my makeup. Regardless, he wouldn't have returned home empty-handed."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I felt it was best for me to be rooted to my seat most of the time under those circumstances, as that would have given Inder and Preet ample time to work some magic. If I too had been walking in and out of the house, it would have been difficult for them to find the required privacy. Also, I wasn't sure if they would be comfortable doing anything on the patio if I was inside the house.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He accosted me at the entrance of our patio on my return," Preet continued.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Pushing me against the wall, he nuzzled into my neck and whispered, now you believe me? Manni invited me over to enjoy his wife's charms."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I could smell his body odor and breath as he kissed my neck; it had an earthly feel to it--all natural. He had avoided deodorants, which I frequently find obnoxious. I was getting comfortable with him and could note nuances."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"His thick, stubby fingers caressed my lips as I looked at him in amazement. He had the balls to court me while you were sitting only 5 feet away. It was an intensely erotic, and taboo feeling - surrendering to him in your presence."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He fondled my breast as I looked deeply into his eyes and whispered, is this how you seduce other married women?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No," he confidently replied, "you are special and perhaps my longest hunt."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I leaned forward, offering him my puckered lips. Inder softly kissed my lips; he took his time showering love on them. I could feel his hot breath, which had some smell of alcohol, as he traced my lips with his tongue."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Can you imagine it, Manni?" Preet asked, as she groped my stiff member, teasing me to make it more erotic to relive that episode.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Your Bunty can take it, right? I am sure it has been straining for a long time now," she added with a giggle.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I eagerly accepted it. It was a delicate kiss as he took my lower lip in his mouth and sucked on it; a few moments later, he sucked on my upper lip, and after a few more of those playful kisses, he finally sealed my lips and our tongues danced in unison; exchanging copious amounts of saliva."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"His hands were all over my body, continuously fondling my breasts and butt. We were lost in our lustful emotions; oblivious to our surroundings."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She explained, "his audacity had certainly fucked my mind."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"There were so many bedrooms; he certainly could have taken me in complete privacy, but he took me right there at the entrance of our patio. Risking it all! Was he trying to convince me you were a cuckold?" she continued.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We passionately kissed each other for a good 5-7 minutes when you called for us. I expected him to be startled as I was, but he didn't even flinch and kept on kissing me. I had to push him away."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I rushed back to the bathroom to catch my breath and check myself in the mirror, while he confidently stepped onto the patio, saying, Let's play some cards."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I took my time and joined you folks and sat at the table between you two."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We had a typical rectangular, wrought-iron table with an umbrella stand in between. I was sitting on the side of the table. Inder took the opposite seat instead of taking the seat next to me, leaving that seat for Preet. Preet had changed into her comfortable attire, with a longish skirt and a body hugging t-shirt. We started with our regular game. Inder was always good with them, and so was Preet. Cards were not my forte, but I always joined in and didn't mind being the one losing at the end most of the time.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As I sat there and mindlessly played the game, the scenes of what transpired only a few minutes ago were going through my mind. Did I just kiss another man? Right here in my house? Again? In front of my husband? Why Inder? He was a man in his 40s, much darker in complexion, although physically in reasonable shape, but not really a hunk," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I listened intently as my wife reflected; perhaps I could finally learn what went through her mind and what led her down this path.She steadfastly refused to walk down this path for the last 3 months, but apparently, she had begun on that journey much earlier.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He had certainly captivated me," she continued, "he was spot on with his theory and I believed there was some merit to it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder confidently put his leg behind mine so that it touched my calves. A shiver ran down my spine as his hairy legs caressed my shapely calves. Even though I tried to evade his leg, he insisted on feeling my calves; eventually I gave up and let him have his way with me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We stayed in that position for a good 10-15 minutes. I got used to it and then suddenly he dropped his cards on the floor. While picking them up, he massaged my calves, and as he got up, he pushed his hand all the way up and touched my naked thigh. I shuddered, and certainly my pussy let out a stream of lubricating juices."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I tidied up my skirt and admonished him, saying, careful Inder, revealing my disapproval through my eyes."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder, however, was gaining in confidence, and after another 15 minutes, he moved his chair even closer to mine so that he could easily reach my crotch. When his hand touched my crotch, I almost yelped. Inder eagerly offered me water as you comforted me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let me take a little walk, I said, and I stepped into our yard and strolled to contain my sexual excitement. It was getting a little chilly, so you got me a shawl to keep me warm, and there I kissed you and asked, when is he going to leave?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come on Preet," I remember telling her, "he is like family and it's not even that late yet."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was all making sense to me now; where her apprehensions were stemming from. Clearly, something was happening, but I didn't understand the gravity of it at that moment. Even if I had known, I doubt I would have changed anything because that was exactly my fantasy. At that moment, however, I felt she wanted to have a romantic evening with me, and since that got spoiled, she seemed a little irritated. It was only 11:00 and a couple of my friends had shown up unannounced at the door, so we stayed in the dark for another hour.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Stop drinking Manni," she warned me, "you've had enough."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's my birthday," I retorted, and continued with it. I remember returning to our table to refill my peg. Inder wasn't drinking as much but kept me company for a little while Preet walked in our garden barefoot. After a little while, Inder checked on Preet, who had disappeared from our view.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why don't you freshen up while I check on her," he said. I needed to take a leak, so I headed to our toilet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I was checking on a few things in our vegetable garden in the side yard when he grabbed and pushed me against our building wall and latched onto my lips. He had me under his thumb. He summarily lifted my skirt and pushed his finger deep into my pussy. My pussy made a loud,"puck" sound as his fat fingers penetrated my over lubricated pussy."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh Inder, I whimpered as a wave of pleasurable sensations emanated from my pussy."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder was on a mission as he furiously fingered my vagina, spilling my juices. It was only 5 minutes, but my pussy lips convulsed with an intense orgasm."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I exclaimed several times as he didn't give me any respite. Fortunately, just as I climaxed, we heard you leave the bathroom."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That was indeed scandalous, as Preet gets vocal while having sex. Our side yards are tiny; so potentially our neighbors could have overheard them. Also, our bathroom window was open, and I could have easily heard them if I was sober.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We played a few rounds of cards and had to stop when you weren't feeling well. We called it a night. I led you inside while Inder said he would leave from the backyard gate."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why don't you take a hot shower Manni, you will feel good?," he said, and suggested to Preet to help me to the shower.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I led you to our bathroom; you had a little hangover, so I helped you get in the shower and closed the door."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As soon as I turned around, I saw Inder in our bedroom. He didn't waste any time and latched onto my lips."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I never leave without cumming in or on my women," he said confidently as he pushed on my shoulders.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not here, Inder," I pleaded, but he pulled me towards our bed and turned off the light to afford a little privacy. Hesitantly, I knelt in front of him and nuzzled into his crotch. The strong, musky odor of his genitals mixed with sweat permeated my nostrils. I found his masculine odor intensely arousing. His large bulge gave away instantly that he not only could seduce but also pleasure married women."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The risky nature of the affair had my adrenaline rushing, and I really wanted to show him he had made no mistake in choosing me as his slut."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I grabbed his cheeks and pulled him in, rubbing my face and nose against his crotch. He gently held my head in his place and monitored the bathroom door."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Pulling his underwear down, I inhaled the strong, musky odor and softly kissed his knob. I flicked my tongue across the knob and licked off precious drops of precum. It had a mild, salty taste. Holding it in my hand made me realize how much of a stallion he really was. The largest penis I ever held in my hand was perhaps Marcus. He was very similar to the size of Marcus. I couldn't see it but imagined it to be coal black, just like Marcus's."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Trust me, Manni," she whispered, touching my penis, "As much as I love your Bunty," she said, referring to my pecker, "I never found you manly."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Lifting the hefty penis, I guided it into my warm mouth. Oh Preet, he moaned and instinctively grabbed my hair and pushed forward."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I put the knob in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. He nudged forward and, finding it could get in effortlessly, he started slowly humping my mouth."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It seemed natural, and I leaned back against our bed, providing an even better angle. It was apparent he wanted to fuck my mouth. I am not sure why he thought I would allow it, but I definitely didn't want to disappoint him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Fuck my pretty mouth, Inder," I said, urging him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He needed no encouragement as he kept on pushing and, with a little effort, 3/4th of his penis was in my mouth; the tip of his penis kept on knocking back against my throat. With each thrust, he became more confident, adventurous, and tried to push it past my throat."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It was an intensely humiliating experience as he was taking me in our very own bedroom, right by our bed. I caressed his large sacs and his butt, encouraging him to plow my mouth."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He quickly learned that I was quite skilled at it and increased his tempo gradually. Besides, we expected you to be out within a few minutes."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I employed my skills, and he ejaculated deep into my mouth, but he withdrew, grabbed my hair, and spilled the rest of it on my face. Inder's penis pulsed perhaps half a dozen times, delivering copious amounts of semen; jet after jet. I wonder why Anju had to use in-vitro fertilization when her husband at this age can ejaculate so much."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"After that, he slapped the penis on my face a few times and wiped his dick with my hair and only then let me go."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Just then, the door opened, and I rushed to the next room to clean myself, and Inder left soon after that."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You remember what happened next," she said as we were interrupted due to lunch being served.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soon after she returned, we made love. It was incredible, as she was super horny and vocal during our lovemaking. I interpreted it as a mixture of anticipation and the fact that Inder must have been pursuing hard throughout the evening, given that he had ample time and solitude to make an impression.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you enjoying it?" she asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, it seems like it's a long story, but we have little time before we reach India," I pleaded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't worry, I will finish it all and then you can ponder over it," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What happened next?" I eagerly asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder had proved that he was an expert at picking up married women and also proved that I wanted to be his slut," she replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The only thing left to prove was that you wanted me to be his slut as well," she added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet felt guilty about her transgression. She was attracted to Inder. It was good that he was well endowed, as otherwise it could have quickly fizzled out. I knew Preet was a size queen. A simple 6-inch penis would not have done it for her. She needed a 9-inch cock to keep herself happy. She felt like a cheater and, hence, on various occasions, avoided seeing Inder. I interpreted it as her dislike for Inder, but in reality it was her passionate craving for Inder.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you always like older men?" I asked as we wrapped up our lunch.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Perhaps," she replied, and clarified, "maybe because they are more mature and self-assured."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What do you like about him the most?" I asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"His calm, self-assured, sometimes even cocky demeanor," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Now onto the next episode," she said, continuing her story.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know, I am not a slut," she started, "so it took me a little while to get my bearings and I avoided seeing him for a little while. But at one opportunity, he cornered me once again."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet, you are not doing anything wrong," he assured me, "Just trust me. If it had not been for me, someone else would have taken you. I can bet you that Manni must have introduced you to at least half-a-dozen men and left you alone with them on some pretext or another."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"This is how cuckolds behave," he emphasized. "They want an alpha male to take their woman and give her the pleasure that they could never give; that's their dream."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Trust me, Preet," he said confidently, looking into my eyes. "I know for sure that you will breastfeed my children."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I looked at Anju, who was in the far corner with the kids."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not Anju's kids. Our kids," he added, "and Manni will raise them as his own children."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It stunned me, but didn't want to brush it off. After all, he had already proven me wrong once. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"My birthday is coming up Preet," he whispered to me, "you know how much I love your ass, right?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I was shocked; we were slowing down our intercourse, and he wanted to take me anally. What was he thinking?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't tell me, Preet, it wasn't me who took your anal virginity?" I blurted, with a hint of resentment in my voice. It's a cuckold's angst that really wants to see his woman be a perfect slut for another man, yet resents it as well. This mixture makes it very appealing.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You got my pussy, didn't you? After all the hard work, that's the least he deserved."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Besides, your bunty barely gets past my ass cheeks and his cock reaches great depths inside."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder was persistent," she explained, "but not the sort of man that I imagined falling for. I was almost my father's age and also quite dark-skinned compared to us. He was telling me you wanted it, I wanted it, and that he wanted to impregnate me. It seemed both insidious and sexually arousing. On a couple of occasions, Inder's father made a pass at me; while it repulsed me, my body responded to his sexual advance. Would this father-son duo make me their slut? Inder's son, like our neighbor's son, admired my MILF body as well, and I wondered if he too would join the team?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sunny had a much lighter complexion, and hence I could understand her initial attraction to him. Also, because of proximity, it was much easier to start with him. Inder was an entirely different beast; although with him we had almost family sort of connections and I always felt more comfortable with the thought of him being her lover. Inder's father's interest didn't shock me; he was a well-known womanizer, and nothing less of him would have been expected.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">However, I wondered how she could find privacy at Inder's home on his birthday. He was a party animal, and everyone in town was invited to his birthday party. Festivities go on very late in the night and that night if I remember correctly we left early in the night and we had passionate love but perhaps all I could do was lick her. She refused to have intercourse with me, saying that it would not be safe. She was in her early 7th month then. Instead of guessing, I listened in.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Well, that's when I started looking for erotic literature with this theme and, to my utter shock, found a plethora of those stories. I wondered if you were into them as well. Clearly, Inder knew what he was talking about. I wondered how many other women he must have taken that way," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I smiled and replied, "Well, he is a Casanova; living life king sized and, believe me, he has sampled all kinds of women already."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But honestly, he never seemed to care for Indian women. It is surprising that you seem to have struck a chord with him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I wasn't sure if I could take his penis in my ass, especially in this condition, but I didn't want to disappoint him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He had certainly planted a seed in my mind, and I wanted to understand everything about this lifestyle. I had plenty of time, so I read about it all."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I became more receptive to his and your needs from then on," she continued.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"In every meeting afterwards, I offered my lips to him; many times it would be a kiss, but a few times I remember giving him a blow job. One time it was in the club storeroom and once it was in the ladies' bathroom."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder's birthday came along, and I wondered how to make it happen. I didn't feel comfortable going to a hotel with him. Doing it at home seemed normal. He kept on pressuring me, so I asked him to swing by the night before."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Spent the next few days figuring out how to indulge him in our house. I had to prepare myself for anal sex; didn't want him to feel disgusted. I bought the kits and performed a couple of enemas. That day you were tired with a lot of work; something came at the last minute and you crashed soon after dinner."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I prepared myself elaborately by taking a shower and dressing in a simple skirt and top while waiting for him. He promptly arrived a few minutes before 12:00. I was worried about you as you had gone to bed only 20 minutes ago but couldn't make him wait outside. Through the backyard entrance, I let him in and we directly headed to the room that we had remodeled for subletting."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He took me in his arms and planted a wet smooch on my lips as he inspected his most prized possession."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I kissed his lips just as the clock struck 12:00. Inder showed no desperation and masterfully kissed me back. After a few minutes of intense kissing, I presented the cake to him and we did the cake cutting ritual."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I returned to him after checking on you to confirm that you were fast asleep.He comfortably sat on the bed, leaning against the bedrest. I sat next to him and kissed him. His raw body odor was turning me on, and I let him take me in his arms and devour my mouth."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How old are you?" I asked, breaking the kiss.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I just turned 42 and, trust me, this is my best birthday ever," he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As he fondled my breast, I nuzzled into his neck and planted soft kisses. So, what do you want from me?" I asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Your anal cherry, honey," he whispered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I smiled and said, I mean from this relationship."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I know you love Manni; I have no intention of ruining your marriage. But trust me, Manni will have you regularly serviced by me on your marital bed. That day is not very far; play along for it to happen."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are doing this for him," he assured me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are only a few years younger than my father. It almost seems as if I am sleeping with my father-in-law, I said, as I caressed his bulge."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Well then, there is no harm in letting my seed grow in your womb, he said, touching my belly."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He pulled me in for a kiss, and I eagerly swapped saliva with him. My hand squeezed his bulge, and I slowly got rid of his shirt. His dark body, full of hair, reminded me of his masculinity. I sucked on his nipples and made love to them. Inder was delirious, and after a few minutes of it, he pushed me southwards."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I got rid of his jeans and nuzzled into his crotch, inhaling the musky odor that I loved. Not wasting much time, I put his penis in my mouth and sucked on his knob. It was the first time we had such solitude and were in no hurry."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I sucked on his penis for a good 5 minutes and then turned my attention to his balls. They were large, hairy, and droopy. That's when he let out a moan for the first time."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh... Preet, you are an Apsara (maiden) from heaven. Lick them; coerce them to produce more semen so that you can use the semen to both get pregnant and feed it to your husband," he moaned.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I spent a good 5 minutes on his testicles, and I noticed him pulling back his legs. Instinctively, my tongue darted to his puckered hole, and I licked it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are my dirty slut. Lick your master's hole; eat his shit," he blurted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It was the first time I tasted someone's anus, but his reaction was so good that I continued it for 10 minutes, alternating between his sacs and anus."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"A good twenty-five minutes had passed, and I was worried that we were pushing our luck, so I encouraged him to mount me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He urged me to climb on the bed sideways, so that in the light from the bedside table, he could clearly inspect my ass. As I climbed onto the bed, I saw a couple of Magnum condoms and some lube that he had brought along thoughtfully."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He marveled at the ass that he was so besotted with for a few months."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Slapping my butt, he said, "My Kelly Brook, today, I am gonna take you. You have made me wait too long."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It fascinated him as he took his time, gently slapping it, running his hand over my smooth skin and the crack between my cheeks."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He kissed and licked my butt; even nibbled on the delicate skin in a few places. He pushed his nose between my crack and inhaled my musky odor coming from my clean anus. His tongue darted into it and I felt it on my anus. He gave it a few licks, enough to taste me and enough to help me understand he loved my ass. He put on his condom and liberally lubed my anus, smearing some on his cock as well.He stroked it a few times to make it fully hard."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I spread my cheeks to invite his penis into the right hole, saying, Happy Birthday Inder!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As the knob pushed against the entrance, my sphincter muscles instinctively tightened in response, but he kept on trying to make headway."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You need to relax, Preet," he urged.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I started rubbing my vagina, which was intensely lubricated."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I groaned in pain as his knob finally pushed past through those muscles," she added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder gripped my waist. His thick palm was rubbing against my soft skin. His grip was tight like an iron fist, as if he was trying to keep his bitch from moving."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The next day, I noticed that there were red marks on the sides of my waist."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Once it was in, he slowly pushed-in-and-out for me to get used to his girth. He was practically knocking the wind out of me. The rubbing was causing a lot of discomfort; my hands firmly gripped the bedsheet, and I kept on holding my breath, praying that the pain was transitory."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Slow Inder, it's too big; it won't fit. I must have pleaded for a good 5 minutes but never really stopped him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Finally, my sphincter muscles relaxed and I was feeling more at ease. There was a bit of pain, but I started enjoying the pleasant sensations. It felt amazing as his tip seemed to brush against the right spots, causing me to experience those intense feelings that I crave."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder was careful, but I had gotten comfortable enough, so I urged him by saying, fuck your slut, Inder, fuck her, bust her tight hole."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He increased the tempo, and I heard those pleasant sounds of his thighs hitting hard against my butt and his testicles hitting against my pussy."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I reached back and pulled my ass cheeks so that he could get it in even more; he had already reached far deeper than you ever could. As his tempo increased, I supported myself on all fours for better balance."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He was built like a tank as he furiously fucked, ignoring my pregnant condition; some sort of animal instinct had gripped him. After about 5 minutes, I started shuddering with my orgasm. I covered my mouth to stop making guttural sounds; it was an intense feeling that I didn't expect."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He wasn't done but disengaged, realizing that I had already climaxed."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What happened?" I asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let's take a breather," he breathlessly whispered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let's finish it," I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Will take much longer, honey," he said, sitting on the bed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I quickly put on my skirt and checked on you. Judging that I had more time, I rushed back with a glass of water for him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder had gotten rid of the condom and rested on the bed. He was completely sweaty with the action; even I was moderately sweating."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I lay next to him and hugged him and said, you are quite a stud. How does Anju manage it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She doesn't; leaves me high and dry most of the time. She can't take my size and can't take my weight either," he remarked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hmm... What was your comment about feeding your semen to Manni?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cuckolds love the smell of other men's, especially well-endowed men's, semen on their wives. It fuels their hunger for their women and they try to reclaim them by licking it off their wives' bodies," he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's gross," I countered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How so? Don't you swallow my semen?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's different," I tried to explain.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's different, but trust me, he would get a lot of satisfaction from it. The proof is always in the pudding," he elaborated.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I got rid of my top and bra as well, along with my skirt. Now, I was fully naked and available for his pleasure. I was hungry for him as well and didn't want to waste valuable time, so I started kissing him. Getting on my fours across him, I offered him my breasts, which he eagerly latched onto."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh God, you are heavenly," he mumbled. "Are these breasts or udders? You can feed an entire cricket team with these."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He played rough with them; kissing the sides of the breast, nibbling them, and nibbling on my nipples. He lathered them with his saliva. I was moaning again."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet, you've got to feed Anju's babies. You are their stepmother," he added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I kissed him and fondled his penis once again, which had become stiff already, and sucked on it again. Inder was literally in heaven. The prettiest woman he had been chasing for over 6 months was now his slut."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I kept on licking his testicles and cock for a long time. I liked the smell and taste of his penis and kept on licking and sucking on it for an eternity, gradually taking more and more of it into my mouth. Inder helped me by pushing my head down and kept on playing with my hair. After a good 10 minutes, I invited him to take me again."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He got down and put on his condom as I sat there and admired his gigantic cock.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Never in my life did I think I would fuck such an enormous cock, similar to the ones that we see in porn movies. And I even took it in my anus," she exclaimed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He stood me up and passionately kissed me again. I held his taut penis in my hand; it was touching my pussy lips although my tummy was protruding a lot."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He turned me around and pushed his penis between my ass cheeks. It reached the other end with ease. He applied a little lube and aligned his penis against the hole, and within a few moments, he pushed it all in. I let out a deep grunt as he pushed it with all his might."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Easy Inder," I exhaled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder was on a mission. He held my naked body from behind as I grabbed onto the bedpost and started stroking me. It was working like a charm; hardly a minute and I felt the pleasure of getting fucked by an enormous cock."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He pulled me back and started kissing on my neck. I started pushing back against him, which encouraged him, and now we entered a perfect rhythm. There was something about this man; he was a super stud; he must have fucked overall for over 20 minutes. 12 minutes in the earlier session and 8 plus minutes already now."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I wasn't even fingering myself but I was already inching closer to my climax; second climax," she added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Tell me you are my slut, he said, as he pulled my face up and kissed me. You are my slut? Aren't you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I whimpered in response and let out guttural moans."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, yes,... I chanted."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"This encouraged him and he built up an amazing crescendo; each thrust hit me hard on my ass and his balls sometimes would slap against my pussy."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Uh... uh... I grunted with each stroke; I was almost there with my climax."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I held my breath as I hit my climax and shuddered violently while he kept on plowing me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Once I settled down, he disengaged and asked me to kneel. He removed the condom and invited me to lick it. Just as I was about to take it in my mouth, he used it to slap my face. His thick penis landed on my face as a thud several times striking a submissive chord in me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You want my cum, slut?" he asked. I nodded and took his penis in my mouth and started giving him a serious blowjob. After a couple of minutes, he was showing signs of ejaculating. A moment later, he came into my mouth. His penis violently shook for 30 seconds, shooting spurt after spurt that I hungrily gulped down."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As usual, he smeared his last juices on my lips and not on my entire face. I smiled as I saw smug satisfaction on his face."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It was already 1:30 in the night. That was the longest sex session I had so far. As I tried to wipe my lips with my bra, he held me and said, let it stay. Sensing some other nefarious thoughts of his, I got dressed."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He hugged me and, softly kissing me on my cheeks, thanked me for the most fabulous gift he got on his birthday. He said, I have a cardinal rule for my sluts: once I deposit semen in any of their holes, it stays there until they take a bath the next day."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It stunned me to hear what he wanted from me and, looking deeply into his eyes, I nodded. That's my slut, he said and left."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Wow. That was intense, Preet. Why did you not tell me earlier?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Like I said, I still had to make sure that you wanted this."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet had little doubts about me and felt comfortable sharing the gory details of her debauchery. Sexually, she was adventurous and will indulge in practically anything; barring a few things that she initially felt disgusting, such as rimming and anal sex. She allowed me anal sex but never rimmed me. Clearly, the rules were different for me and her lovers.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We took a break and freshened up before continuing with the rest of the story. I had always loved my wife, but that day when she walked back to our seat and saw my beautiful wife, with everything that I had learned about her in the last several hours, I knew I had married the right woman. I had doubts about whether I would ever live my sexual fantasies, but it seemed I would get a lot more than I bargained for.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She gave me a mischievous smile, realizing that I felt like an idiot. Sitting back in our chair, she planted a wet kiss on my lips and said, "You got just the wife you dreamt of."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We marched onto the next step of our journey. Preet's delivery was perfectly normal; she delivered a healthy boy right at the 9th month mark of her conception. The nurses and doctors remarked at how easy it was for her to push our baby out. Her wide hips that men were fascinated by weren't just meant for aesthetics, they had functional significance.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She is a natural," I remember our Doctor remarked in one of the follow-up appointments, "I hope you are considering raising a large family. It's a lot better here; more facilities; comforts; if one wishes to have a large family, it's not that difficult."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I remember Preet blushed and pretended to be distracted by something at the window. Our doctor was an Indian lady who had immigrated a few years ago, perhaps in her 40s. She also advised on several things, including when to expect normal sex to resume. She told us physically, a woman should be able to have sex right away, but it's usual for couples to wait for a week. Don't worry if you don't feel the urge to have sex, she told Preet, since it was entirely normal as the mother bonds with the baby. Some women don't have sex until 2 months after delivery.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We had normal conversations when we returned from our visit that day. Preet knew there was no reason for us to agree to anything. We will have sex when we feel like it. Of course, Preet was the hottest woman for me, and with her new shape, I had developed a complete obsession with her ass. I stated unequivocally that I would allow Preet to approach me, and until then, I will simply enjoy having her as a companion.Preet got busy with our baby and completely forgot that we were a sexually adventurous couple.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet had not had normal sex for a good 3 months, as far as I knew. Apparently, she gave Inder plenty of blowjobs and he fucked her ass couple of times, according to her story, but still it was much less than what a woman like Preet would feel normal.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her birthday was arriving in a couple of weeks and Preet insisted we keep it a low-key affair. A few families showed up for her birthday as we had planned and we kept it toned down and wrap it up much earlier than our usual time. I had some work with Inder to extend my business and asked him to stay back so that we could discuss it and even hang out together. Inder's house was only a few minutes away, so he dropped his family and returned swiftly as I cleaned up. Preet wanted to assist, but I flatly refused and took care of the chores. We expected her parents to visit us but because of some reason they couldn't visit us;besides, we had to travel to India in a few months and felt that we could manage it since Preet was not working</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I noticed how Inder's eyes were glued to her breasts after she changed into comfortable clothing, which was a long nursing dress. She wore no bra underneath to make it easy to nurse our baby. It was definitely a treat for Inder; I thought. I had tried to persuade her to dress in revealing clothes, to no avail in the past. The familiar cuckold thought flashed through my mind and I instantly thought this was an excellent opportunity to capitalize on. However, I wasn't sure, since Preet had shown no interest in sex since her delivery. It had been 11 days to be exact; I was counting on it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As usual, you got a call from your work. Once again, someone didn't show up," Preet elaborated on the part of the story that I had missed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I explained earlier, I had a part-time business of renting out trucks to various businesses and when some or the other driver doesn't show up; I have to arrange for a secondary driver immediately. On most occasions, I sort it out on the phone, but if required, I make a trip to the office. Sometimes I have to even drive the truck and make the deliveries, but usually it's just a 2 hour affair. I could have easily sorted things out on the phone that day but had the nasty idea of giving Inder yet another opportunity.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I saw a spark in Inder's eyes the moment he heard about the issue at your work. I wasn't really feeling like having sex, but with Inder my body would automatically prepare for it and the wetness in my pussy for the first time since I delivered our son. Let me know I was ready to breed."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You had dropped a few suggestions of men who showed an interest in me and that Inder was one of them," she continued. "It also played on my mind as I understood, perhaps you were really trying to live your fantasy."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Politely Inder tried to excuse himself but you insisted this is your home. Stay, I should be back shortly. Preet will keep you entertained."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Realistically, you couldn't have returned before an hour had passed. Inder & I saw you out and closed the door."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How would you like to be entertained, Inder?" I asked, giggling at your imbecile comment.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He took me into his arms and kissed me at the door. I felt a strange hunger for me, for the first time, as he devoured my mouth. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard. His body was completely glued to mine for the first time since there was no hindrance now. I almost felt as if he would take me right there, but we heard your car pull in."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder was disappointed and said, when will your husband learn the virtue of patience? Can't he wait until the dish is ready to be served?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet asked me what happened as she let me in.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh, I forgot the papers," I said and quickly apologized to Inder again and rushed out. At the door, I kissed her cheek softly and whispered, "Please entertain him for me," and gently fondled her breast. She understood what I implied and playfully slapped on my butt as she ushered me out of our house.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I led him to our bedroom and, after checking on our son, kissed him. Inder returned to his normal state and sensually kissed me as he slowly lifted my gown and caressed my butt, holding my ass cheeks and fondling them. He gradually lifted my Maxie off and pushed it over my head. I was in my undergarments, still kissing him. Even though I felt ashamed about my bloated figure, I felt he liked it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Gaining confidence, I unsnapped my bra and let my large breasts loose. Inder sat on the bed and took my breasts into his mouth. I played with his hair, drawing his face into my chest standing there. He suckled on my breasts; as milk flowed into his mouth, he mumbled, so tasty."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I slowly pushed him back and, climbing on the bed on all fours, offered him my breasts to feast on. Inder was besotted by them and kept on kissing them and suckling on my nipples. I felt like a human cow, feeding him my milk; my breasts needed relief, anyhow."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Can you deliver this tasty milk to our home? He quipped between the kisses."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I fondled his cock and testicles as I nursed him. He reached for my pussy and fingered it. His fat, stubby fingers felt much better than yours," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder kept on suckling and my breasts started leaking as he roughly played with them. The effect of nursing him and getting fingered at the same time sent pleasant sensations through my body; they weren't as intense, but I certainly realized that breastfeeding could be a sexual activity as well. Although I had fantasized about it, I wasn't sure if it really was pleasurable."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"After about 10 minutes of it, I moved to his penis and started sucking it, showering my love on it as usual. He was much quieter during this session. Perhaps he now knew that I was his slut, and he didn't have to remind me of it. I spent a good 15 minutes on his cock and sacs that I loved so much."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We could have gone for much longer than that but had to cut short our foreplay to leave enough time for actual intercourse, so I invited him to mount me," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you do it in doggy style?" I asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, we did it in a missionary position as I insisted, saying that I really wanted to feel how a real man makes love to a woman. Because of my pregnant state, that wasn't possible earlier."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder got on top of me and started kissing me; between the kisses he asked, have you folks resumed sex?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not yet. You are opening the account," I said, chuckling.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I thought it would delight him, but it seemed as if he had fully expected it. I pulled his butt into me and kissed him back voraciously. His penis nestled between my pussy lips; I lined it up against my pussy lips and urged him. Although my pussy was fully lubricated, I still felt stretched as his fat penis made its way in. Even though I had delivered only 10 days ago, it took a few strokes for him to get it all in. Then for the first time I felt my pussy full; right from entrance to the cervix, all the space was taken."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As he began stroking me, his penis would knock against my cervix and I finally understood how it felt to be fucked by a real man. He was a lot heavier than you, as well, and I felt as if I was mated with a breeding bull. Just the way the farmer breeds his cows with the breeding bull for their superior genetics, I thought you too wanted me to breed with Inder."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I was the Jersey Cow, and he was the Indian Bison!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet was around 150 lbs and Inder 220 lbs so her analogy was perfect. Also, Inder was much darker, so the Indian Bison to Jersey Cow comparison seemed apt as well. I was perhaps 165 lbs and hence she noticed the vast difference in my weight and Inder's weight.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It didn't take even 5 minutes for me to climax, but Inder kept on plowing me as if he wanted me to get immediately pregnant again. The surreal slapping sounds of pelvises filled in the room and I was worried if that would influence our baby. My whimpering and moans were continually going on, even though I tried to subdue it. I bent my knees and pulled in his butt with both my hands as if I wanted to push his penis inside my cervix."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We both were sweating, even though the room was quite cool. I kept on kissing him and urging him, but avoided using expletives as our son was in the same room. Inder took his time and showed amazing control, alternating with rapid and slow strokes. I was continuously moaning as inched towards my second climax and perhaps after 20 minutes of non-stop fucking, we both came together. His penis spewed his semen, deep inside, perhaps right in my cervix."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As we tried to catch our breath, he laid on top of me and asked, does your husband fuck you like this?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He is not even half as good," I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"To my utter shock, he said, wait until you have sex with my father. He is even bigger, vigorous, and boisterous in bed."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why would I have sex with him?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"This is only the beginning of your journey. There will be plenty of more men, he assured and lifting himself, off offered his pens for me to clean. As an obedient slut I cleaned it off with my mouth."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We got dressed and headed back to the living room when your car pulled in. You saw us sitting comfortably, watching TV and chatting, and took it as if everything was normal."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I remember heading to the kitchen to get some water when Preet joined me and suggested that perhaps she can make some tea for us as discussing business over drinks wouldn't be wise. That's when I had the urge to kiss her and pulling her into my embrace planted my lips on hers. She hesitated for a moment, hinting about Inder's presence, but quickly kissed me back. I remember liking her breath that day and kissing her voraciously. It was a mixture of the fact that I was deprived of sex for a long time and that I was worked up imagining something may have transpired between Inder & her. Clearly, it didn't occur to me I was tasting Inder's semen.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"After Inder left, we had an intense episode of sex that night as we resumed our sex again. You thought the intensity came from Inder pursuing me, but it came from the fact that he mounted your wife, in our bedroom, on our marital bed. It was the same bed, same bedsheet. I could bet there was some dampness because of leaking of our combined juices as well."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So, he even mentioned his father?" I asked, visibly shaken by her narration.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hope your bunty has not leaked yet," she joked, "don't play with it while I narrate the story."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Inder's father was a well-known womanizer in our community. He was perhaps around 60 and, from what I had heard, was sexually quite active. I knew he had a mistress back in India who was about Inder's age. He visited Inder twice a year and usually stayed a couple of months at a time. White women and fair women fascinated him as he himself was quite dark, darker than even Inder.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You became bold and started sharing your deepest fantasies about seeing me with other men soon after that, kept on persuading me," she continued.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder became a regular visitor and he would either have actual intercourse with me or I would give him a blowjob, depending on the time we had. But on most days, it was nothing more than some intense kissing and foreplay. And our anniversary day was fast approaching."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder had special plans for our anniversary; I was petrified with the idea itself and tried to persuade you to celebrate it away from home. But you refused, since a lot of your friends were unhappy about not celebrating your birthday earlier in the year," she continued with her story.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I felt uncomfortable avoiding my friends on my anniversary, since a lot of them couldn't attend our wedding back in India. Inder & Anju insisted on hosting a party to celebrate our anniversary and invited us, along with a few close friends. Preet was not comfortable, but I felt awkward to turn down their invitation. They were practically family and hence, I persuaded Preet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Inder and Anju were gracious enough to do the planning and organizing of the party. I still vividly recall how beautiful Preet looked that day in her blue colored Salwar Khameez that she had especially bought for the occasion. She wore her small nose ring that she often wears with her Indian attire on formal occasions. Her regular red lipstick and a small bindi adorned her face. She looked stunning, and to make a point, she took a selfie and sent it to me. It was such a pretty one that I used it to solicit interest from black men a week later or so on an online forum.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Party started pretty early in the evening; the cake cutting happened immediately followed by some singing and dancing, which was followed by dinner. Some of us started drinking soon after the evening festivities were wrapped up. We had an early session where Preet gave me a blowjob at Inder's place, but soon after that I was a little too drunk and woke up only next morning in our guest bedroom. Apparently, Inder had driven us home.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Anju had made all the arrangements to perfection. She meticulously prepared me that day; I looked like a newly wedded bride, apart from some of the excess weight I had gained. Anju & I instantly clicked a few pictures to celebrate that moment."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I sent you a selfie as soon as I finished my makeup that day. The party was in full swing; everyone profusely congratulated you on having such a pretty wife. We posed for pictures, partied, danced, and had a lot of fun that evening."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"After the cake cutting ceremony, when the singing and dancing program started, everyone got super busy with festivities. We did our usual dancing for a few rounds and then I felt exhausted in that formal dress and wanted to change into a comfortable attire, but you dissuaded me, saying that I looked beautiful in them."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That evening Preet was the hottest looking woman in that entire party. Even otherwise, I felt Preet was prettiest in our community and, based on the things that I learned, I knew she was also the most adventurous one. Anju definitely knew how to dress a bride as Preet looked even better now than on our wedding day. I could see many men's lecherous glances as well that agreed with my point of view.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I continued with my usual bantering as I told her who was checking her out and even urged her to show some of her skin. However, in that dress, not much was possible. They had to stay content with her beautiful face, which, in all honesty, was enough to entice anyone.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The dinner program started and everyone was busy in the backyard with it when I excused myself to change," she continued.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's when Inder accosted me in the bedroom and said, I have to give you your anniversary gift. With little ado, he softly kissed me on my lips and pushed my shoulders to kneel. Let me change, I pleaded, but he said he couldn't wait and then I knelt down and unzipped his pants and stroked his flaccid cock."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Wouldn't it have been great if you, Manni, had invited me to the opening of your pussy last year?" he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I blushed and gave him my best blowjob and said, how greedy of you; you got to open my ass, isn't that enough?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Instead of fucking my mouth that even he was content to let me do the hard work. I worked on my charm and Inder, the stud, couldn't hold it any longer than 10 minutes. As usual, I gulped most of it but he pulled out his penis and rubbed it on my lips and my cheeks."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He asked me for a selfie, so I took it on my phone and told him I would show it to you later as I ushered him out. Let me send your husband; he could itch for his gift as well, he said, as he exited."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Before I knew it, Anju was already directing you to the guest bedroom where I was. I turned off the light and quickly used the towel to wipe my face."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Inside I remember. Preet waited for me as I walked in. She pulled me into her embrace and planted her lips on mine. She had turned off the light to avoid attention.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Happy Anniversary," she whispered, and continued to kiss me. She was intensely aroused; her hot breath invited me in and I passionately kissed my wife of 1 year. After a little kissing, she knelt in front of me and gave me one of her best blowjobs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Unfortunately, I couldn't even last more than 5 minutes as I was too worked up with events of that evening.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"After our brief episode," she continued, "I freshened up and joined everyone back at the party. No one noticed we were missing as we were out not more than half-hour."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The festivities died down at about 10:30 and people started leaving at 11:00. After that, as usual, you and Inder continued a little with your drinks and we called it a night. Inder drove us to our home, as you were not in a state to drive. In the car you dozed off; we had to wake you up and escort you into our house. Inder led you to our guest bedroom, as that was the nearest."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I put our baby in a crib and returned to check on you. You were stoned; not sure what happened to you. Inder told me you had tried a much stronger one today, and that was the effect. That was clearly a sign that you wanted Inder to celebrate your anniversary with your wife."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you convinced of Manni's cuckold tendencies now?" he asked, as we lay in the bed in each other's arms.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sort of," I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you give him a taste of my semen earlier today?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I nodded."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's clear then, he said, as he passionately kissed me. I kissed him; we had left the bedroom door unlocked. If you had walked in, you would find us enjoying your anniversary fuck. He had to leave, so he mounted me in doggy position and fucked me for 20 long minutes. I had two intense orgasms, and I was my usual self, not containing any of my emotions or sounds. He came inside me; flooding my womb with his semen. It was as if he was gushing; perhaps the thought of taking me on our anniversary was playing on his mind."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He left quickly after that, and we both slept. You only woke up the next day; celebrating your anniversary the way you perhaps imagined in your fantasies. Giving your wife to another man."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Just as she finished our story, our flight was landing in India. We were both headed for different destinations and wouldn't get to see each other for at least 2-3 weeks. She had sexually starved me for a week already, and she shared all the gory details of how Inder seduced her and fucked her in our house.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As we checked out of the plane and the customs, these thoughts and images swirled through my mind.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You thought the story was all over, right?" She started again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The person who responded to your online ad for black men was none other than Inder," she added as my eyes almost popped out.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And guess what? The picture he sent was a real one that he took from my phone. You hadn't noticed that the location of the photograph had changed due to which he had masked some of the background."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder was convinced now that you were indeed a cuckold. I assured him that someone else must have gotten a picture from my phone, and we got the pictures taken down from the site almost immediately."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I remember that my account was locked and since Preet was not too keen on taking the next step; I didn't explore any further. Now it was all making sense.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is this all really true?" I asked, as we were heading to our terminals to take the next flight. She smiled and said, "If you really want to believe it. Otherwise, they are just fantasies like yours but much more vivid than yours."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You have been pushing me to take on another man. This was a quick trailer of what it looks like. You have about 3 weeks to deeply contemplate it and decide if you really want to embrace this lifestyle."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We bid our goodbyes as she left me high and dry.</span></p><div class="aa_ht" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin-top: 0px;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Chapter 3 - Preet's slutty adventure in India</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Images of Inder banging my gorgeous wife raced through my mind as I boarded my next flight. I was restless the entire day, mostly sleeping and dreaming about her. I regained some of my senses the next morning and reflected on my present situation. I had the same pangs of anxiety that each cuckold has when he actually lives out his fantasy. The realization that I had been a pawn during the entire game made me feel even worse about myself. However, the result was that I had a persistent erection, maybe the most excruciatingly rigid erection I have ever had in my life.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I avoided talking to her and spent the entire day tossing and turning in bed. Inder and Sunny were at the top of my list, and I had always assumed that Inder would score with her, although her chemistry with Sunny was far better. It startled me she had also mentioned Inder's father's name; he was considerably older, and her inclination to even entertain his thoughts disturbed me. All the advice I got makes sense now. Once such things get going, they take on a life of their own, and I'd never be able to control them.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet had recently turned 26 years old, and these men would enjoy her youth. Inder's blatant remarks about impregnating her just inflamed her desire to mate with him. I knew she had a boyfriend prior to our marriage, and Preet assured me she ended the relationship about a year before our wedding. I was curious whether she would try to rebuild her relationship with him now that she had begun on her slutty path.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">During our discussions, she informed me he wasn't marriage material. Every time she saw him, he was more intent on mounting her. Each date with him was a physical affair, with Abhi continually groping and fondling her privates. That's how she ended up giving him blowjobs. I've always wondered why he never took her virginity. After all, it would be easy for a woman to lose her virginity after a two-year romance.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Even though Preet hinted it may all be an elaborate fantasy, I knew she wasn't lying. Inder had most likely tasted my wife, and she was merely pretending to gauge my reaction. With my stiff erection, it was clear to both of us I enjoyed the prospect of her being his slut.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We didn't talk until the next evening. I asked about her boyfriend after we exchanged pleasantries.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why do you want to know about him?" she inquired.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did Nupur divulge anything about him to you?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur was Preet's close friend, and I was well acquainted with her. She was the same age as Preet, but she was a mother of two. I had an excellent bond with them because of Preet's persistent connection with her. Nupur was a plain-looking, regular woman with a remarkable capacity to converse and make friends. Nupur's husband was also a charming guy who seemed to have a crush on Preet. Especially during our video conversations. I caught him gazing at Preet's breasts. I also fantasized about him taking Preet a few times.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, why? What happened?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet remarked, cautiously, "For the last few months, Abhi has been persuading me to meet for old times' sake, while Nupur has been telling me not to. I assumed she was talking to you about it."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh, really?" I exclaimed with glee.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Be serious, Manni," she chuckled, "he doesn't have good intentions regarding your wife."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"After all, he is your ex-boyfriend. What's the harm in doing so?" I responded with laughter.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She smirked. "If I had known you just thought with your dick, I would not have married you."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But, Preet, is there any other way to think about it with you?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She laughed and asked, "Why are all the men around me so eager to mount me?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Because you are one hell of a hot woman," I said firmly.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"After having been with Inder, it wouldn't have bothered me," she added, "but Abhi was my boyfriend, and it's plausible that I'll develop feelings for him again."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I don't mind if it encourages you to have a lot more sex with him," I said.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You're so kinky, Manni," she said.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Abhi is such a jerk," she said, "after he realizes you're a cuckold, he'll come over and breed me on our marital bed."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Didn't you say he wanted to have intercourse with you, but you wouldn't allow him?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I didn't, but he made excellent use of my mouth," she said, lowering her eyes.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Well, maybe he can enjoy all your holes now," I joked.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You're crazy. Doesn't it concern you that your wife's ex-boyfriend continues to molest her even after marriage?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet, you already know the answer," I responded.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Abhi was really enterprising," she said.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He eventually found my phone number after a lot of digging and got in touch with me a few months ago. He's been attempting to get our address ever since."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Apparently, he was visiting the US for business and was asking whether he could stay at our place."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course, why not?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nupur is here," she stated, adding, "I will phone you later."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet was seeing Nupur's family that evening, so we couldn't speak until later in the evening. Since Preet mentioned the text messages exchanged between Abhi and her, I double-checked my computer backups. After supper, I began browsing through her texts and discovered that Preet, Nupur, and Abhi had exchanged a lot of messages in the past few weeks.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Abhi was clearly persuading Preet to resume their relationship, and Nupur was dissuading her. Nupur seemed to know all about Preet's terrible past. Farhan, Nupur's husband, came up during their conversation. Nupur had married a Muslim guy and was well aware of her husband's feelings for Preet. Nupur appears to have assured Preet that she was OK if Preet wanted to spread her legs for her husband Farhan's Muslim seed.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It blew my mind to read about Nupur and Preet's nasty conversation. Preet would erase all offensive content from her history, so it wouldn't have been noticeable until I reviewed these backup records. Preet wasn't aware of them, and as I had no intention of judging Preet or using them against her, I didn't feel guilty about it.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur was a few years older than Nupur, maybe 29, and her husband, Farhan, was 37 years old. Farhan had divorced his first wife since she couldn't bear him children. Nupur was his second wife. Nupur had two children within four years of her marriage, and Farhan determined to have a large family was pressuring her to have another baby quickly. Preet and I had discussed it; we both knew Preet was excited about the prospect of being pregnant and nursing.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We would often joke about Farhan making good use of Preet, his sister-in-law. They had that vibe in their relationship, and Nupur didn't mind Farhan and Preet's little flirtation. Because it appeared like Preet was eager to have sex with Abhi, Nupur urged her to give Farhan a chance. She even offered the use of her farmhouse, which was in a quiet area and provided plenty of seclusion.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is Farhan also visiting?" I texted Preet.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, they are staying here for a few days before going to the wedding," she texted.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are all of you downstairs?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We're upstairs, Manni. There isn't enough room below for all of us."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet's parents lived in a two-story conventional home. Her parents usually lived downstairs and used to rent out their upper apartment after Preet graduated from high school. However, it was available, maybe because of Preet's visit. The upper apartment included a kitchen, two bedrooms, a living room, and a small terrace. It appeared to be a nice place for them to stay because it provided ample room and privacy. If Nupur was encouraging Preet to entertain her husband, I thought it was completely plausible that this might happen during this visit.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Interesting. Is it possible for Farhan to enjoy the benefit of being in the company of his sister-in-law?" I sent a text. In the Indian context, the relationship between a woman's younger sister and her husband is special. In the olden days, Farhan would have considered Preet as his half-wife and enjoyed some of her charms.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Wouldn't you wish that?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But, of course, Preet; he deserves it, doesn't he?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You seem to be eager to raise his children [smiley]. Nupur asserted he breeds his women."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I thought you loved circumcised cocks. Don't you?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You have a one-track mind. We're now watching a movie. Please do not bother us," came her succinct reply.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I began reading her interactions with Nupur and realized that Nupur knew about Preet's backstory. Abhi was a few years Farhan's junior and knew him well. That was predictable, given that they all lived in the same neighborhood. Farhan always had feelings for Preet, but married Nupur since Preet was unavailable for whatever reason. Nupur was a lovely woman with a light complexion and a slim physique, but she was small at 5' 3", compared to Preet's 5' 8" height and Farhan's 6' 2" height. Abhi was perhaps my height, standing at 5' 10".</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Farhan had a darker complexion than Inder. Abhi had a normal North Indian skin tone. Preet said I was the most attractive of the three and that if given another chance, she would have still married me. She did, however, admit that Abhi and Farhan were sexually attractive.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Among the messages, Nupur had included a photo of Farhan's huge penis as proof of his prowess. It was as dark as coal and as thick as her favorite dildo Marcus. I could understand Preet's fascination with tall men. Only these tall dudes could have such enormous cocks to please a woman her size. I couldn't imagine a small woman like Nupur coping with someone like Farhan.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was strange to read their texts since they could have spoken about it, but Nupur believed it was preferable to text to avoid awkwardness. She explained that if Preet had an affair with Farhan, she would be happy with it, and would even encourage it. Farhan had a strong sexual appetite and needed something on the side to satisfy it. Muslim men may have many wives, and Nupur wanted Farhan to have mistresses rather than multiple wives. Preet was already yearning to mate with Abhi, which is why Nupur had advanced this proposal.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">At that very moment, I noticed a new text from Nupur.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet, go for it. Don't squander this moment!"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I shuddered reading the text. My erection was as hard as a rock, and it tempted me to text Preet, but I knew I had to wait for her to call me back. I tossed and turned in bed for a long time before falling asleep early in the morning.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet's call woke me up in the morning. "Wake up, sleepyhead. Didn't you have an important business meeting today?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm sending you something to jerk off. I hope you have a good time with it. But be careful," she warned as she hung up the phone.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I dashed to the restroom and checked her message after freshening up. It was a password-protected link to an audio file. "BeCarefulWhatYouWishFor!" was the password.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There was over an hour of audio of Preet's actual intercourse with Farhan that night. She shared it with me so I could understand what it would be like for her to have an affair with another man. Hearing Preet's groans throughout the episode was a very intense experience. Preet was an energetic woman who relished every second of that experience. It gave me an intense ejaculation. I had business meetings that day, so I had to rush out.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I had a busy day and just had a few minutes to speak with Preet. She said she'd tell me everything later. She wanted to make the most of the time she had with Farhan.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That night, when I called Preet, Farhan and Nupur had stepped out for a short stroll, so we had some privacy to talk.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you enjoy my gift?" she inquired.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It was the best; I wish I could have been there to watch the action as well," I said.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You do not know how far I shot my seed after jerking off to that."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Well, they are planning to visit us sometime next year, so you will surely have a chance," she laughed.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Manni, concentrate on your work. When we meet, we can talk about everything. Imagine whatever you desire and then jerk yourself off. Because you won't be able to have any sex till we return."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet avoided conversing with me and ignored my texts for a while, giving me plenty of time to concentrate. I had definitely overestimated the time needed to work on my business transactions and ended up concluding them quite early in the week. Preet was already on her way to meet Abhi. Nupur had invited him to a relative's wedding and offered her farmhouse as a meeting spot. Since I had minor work left, I thought of surprising Preet. I didn't want to interfere with her plans, so I devised a plan to alter my outfit and attend the wedding. I felt adventurous and took a chance; at worst, I could claim that I wanted to surprise Preet.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet fantasized about getting fucked by two men. We frequently enacted it by using a dildo as a stand-in for another man. In the most recent texts, Nupur hinted that perhaps instead of entertaining Abhi alone, she could live that fantasy.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I arrived at the wedding after drastically altering my attire to avoid being noticed. It was an unusual outfit; I dressed as an old Sikh man with a turban. I'd trimmed my hair a long time ago and was always clean shaven, so I didn't expect anyone to recognize me at the wedding. Because the wedding was that of Nupur's relatives, few people would have recognized me.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It didn't take long to find Preet, who was at the wedding with Abhi. For the first time, I saw Abhi. He appeared to be an average-looking man, perhaps an inch taller than me; there was absolutely nothing appealing about him until I observed his long limbs, which hinted at the size of his cock. No wonder Preet was so in love with his cock. He was already looking like a middle-aged guy and had gained weight in his midsection. They were together most of the day. Looking at them, I thought we were a more attractive couple, and I was happy Preet picked me over him.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'd been watching them since the morning and noted they had wonderful chemistry.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Farhan, too, seemed to pay close attention to her. This continued on for most of the day. In the evening, I finally spotted Abhi fondling and kissing Preet behind the dining tents. It was such an intense moment for me I couldn't help but risk spying on them. This proved to be my undoing, as Nupur eventually caught up with me and said, "Don't make a scene, just follow me."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you foolish, Manni?" she said as we reached a quiet spot.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Does this pique your interest? You're snooping on your wife? Watching her have sex with other men"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I didn't know what to say, so I just said, "How did you recognize me?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Your make-up appears to be fake. You've also been staring at her since the morning. It's obvious."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I don't know what got into me, Nupur," I pleaded.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Calm down now," she said assuringly.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Look, if this excites you, I have a plan for you. But you must be patient and keep your mouth shut."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I nodded eagerly.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let's go from here," she murmured as she led me out of that area. We completed our meal, and after another hour, she drove us to the farmhouse. She made some sort of excuse for Farhan, put her kids up with one of her cousins, and drove me out of there. The farmhouse was only a half-hour drive away, and Nupur and I had ample opportunity to discuss candidly our emerging predicament.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm glad you enjoy watching Preet with other men," she said as we drove away.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I never believed she was a one-man woman; you know, such a highly sexed woman can't be content with just one man."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And you having a below average-sized penis only made matters worse," she added nonchalantly.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What else, according to her, wasn't I good at?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh, Manni, she never complained about you," she clarified.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She's not the sort to cry, if you know what I mean."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's just that we're open and don't mind discussing such topics."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What's the deal with you and Farhan? Aren't you afraid of losing him to your best friend?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am terrified of losing him," she replied.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He hates controlling and domineering women. This is a sort of hobby for him. Seducing pretty married women and hopefully impregnating them with his Muslim seed."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Does he visit prostitutes?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No way; he's a pious man who doesn't even drink. This maybe his sole vice, and trust me, I don't really consider charity to be a vice," she giggled.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Anyhow," she added, "it astonished me to find that there were guys like my husband who truly felt it was their mission to pleasure women and contribute to the growth of the world population."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And married women who would sleep with him. Of course, their husbands were clueless, but surely some would have known?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"There must be someone who is totally opposite of Farhan, right? Someone who wishes to have his wife ravaged by such studs," she continued.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm so delighted to be meeting one," she remarked as she extended her hand to shake mine. I shook her hand nervously.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"This will be our secret," she stated confidently.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet was a popular woman in college; she had the vibe and the beauty to carry it. Many boys lusted for her, and I always felt inadequate in her presence, but our relationship strengthened with time. She's so adorable; I could hardly feel jealous."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Many of the boys in our area would frequently grope her ass or breasts. Most females would have spun around and slapped them, but Preet was always careful not to cause a scene. It flustered her, but she still didn't complain. It was as though she relished the attention."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Abhi had to work hard to win her over. Abhi is 7 years senior to Preet. Preet always had something for older men. She took me with her the first time she met Abhi. It was at the village fair in our town. Abhi didn't waste any time and kissed her right away. He would have stolen her virginity that night if I hadn't been around. By the time I intervened, he had already inserted his fingers inside her pussy."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Because Preet was falling for it too soon, I made her promise not to open her legs for him until marriage."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"However, Preet persisted in meeting him, and you know the rest," she explained.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"When did their affair begin?" I inquired.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I believe it was just after her 21st birthday."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Can you tell me how long it lasted?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It ceased a year before your wedding," she said.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Didn't Abhi get married two years before our wedding?"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's a strange thing," she said.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He still got to enjoy her charms, even though he was married. Preet was convinced that he wasn't marriage material but was good for some fun on the side. She was insatiable and would have orgasms simply by sucking him. For average ladies like us, this is unimaginable."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Anyway, I didn't believe she could be content with just one man; I'm delighted she's married to someone who doesn't mind her philandering."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Does Preet have any idea?" she inquired.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No. It's already humiliating," I implored.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Manni, please accept my apologies. It's simply that I was so looking forward to meeting someone like you. I couldn't stop myself from talking about it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Farhan, and you are open about this?" I inquired. She gave a nod.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So, how about you? Do you also have intercourse with other men?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I believe you know nothing about these things, do you?" she replied, glaring at me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I looked at her intently and waited for her to enlighten me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He will never tolerate my infidelity. Unlike Preet, I don't feel tempted to have a lot of sex with a lot of men. That's probably why he married me," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We arrived at her farmhouse. It was a desolate location with a lot of foliage and trees surrounding a small cottage. She walked me inside and showed me a modest cottage that appeared primitive but clean. There was a tiny kitchen, a living area, and one bedroom that could sleep two people.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It was my father's retreat," she explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He used to come here with his mistresses and spend his free time with them. After he died, I inherited this and discovered that he was a kinky man who did a lot of things that I am not proud of. I've come to grips with it to a great extent now."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"There is a little space behind this wall that is used as a storage room and will allow you to see inside. Come, let me show you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We stepped outside. On the bedroom and living room side, there was a small protruding part that was used as a storage room. She pushed open the door and took me inside. It was a tiny room, about 10 x 5 feet in size. It had a few supply shelves, but behind them was a narrow nook that Nupur pointed out and remarked, "You may peep in from there."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She adjusted the peephole cover, allowing light from the other room to enter the shed. I realized I could see inside the bedroom at that point. She pointed to another keyhole that peeped into the living room. The kitchen and bathrooms were on the opposite side, so there was some privacy there.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You can also hear things," she said as she handed me earbuds and connected the other end to a nearby phone socket that wasn't visible.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Exactly what sort of contraption was this? Such things only existed in fantasies, I supposed. And did Nupur's father actually build one?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did your father make any recordings from here?" I inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm not sure; I don't think so," she answered as we walked out the door.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Listen, this may seem strange, but I think he must have been watching his business colleagues have sex with their mistresses, or perhaps their spouses," she stated after some reluctance.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nothing about his bringing ladies here has come to my attention. His business colleagues and other powerful figures largely brought them."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you suggesting that he, too, is?" I inquired, but kept my remarks to myself.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Maybe, but I'm not sure. My mother, unlike Preet, was not an attractive woman," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Anyway, this must be a paradise for you, right?" she inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"All I ask is that you give these men the opportunity to enjoy Preet's youth," she continued.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you know why Preet continued to have an affair with Abhi after he was married?" I inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">At that moment, we spotted a vehicle approaching. Nupur dashed inside to turn off the lights and lock the door. She took my hand in hers and pulled me into the storeroom.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm glad I parked the car on the far side of the house," she added as she walked me to the back wall. I could definitely hear my heart racing in the darkness. She clasped my hand and murmured, "Preet must desperately need sex. I should have expected them to hasten to the farmhouse."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Since we cannot turn on any lights or make any sounds. I'm holding your hand so that we're both conscious of our own movements."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet kept her fling with Abhi going since she simply wanted to have sex with him. He would have been a terrible husband," she elaborated.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She lifted the cover to reveal the keyhole and urged me to peek inside. The inside of the home was dark; the headlights illuminated the door, and I could see a sliver of light sneaking in through the gap between the doors. I could hear footsteps and the sound of someone fumbling with the lock. Nupur assured us they wouldn't notice anything if we didn't turn on the light inside our storeroom and kept it quiet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The bedroom and living area had the same wall. This provided excellent visibility in both rooms. The aperture on the opposite side opened to reveal an eyepiece that delicately fit into the picture itself. Only someone who was on the lookout for it could find it. The eyepiece delicately fit into the motif. The rooms themselves were around 12 ft × 12 ft in size, which was relatively small by American standards but much larger by Indian norms. It looked modest and included only the required furnishings. The storage area took up around 6 feet of bedroom and living room space, making it a perfect site for spying on both.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Abhi and Preet stumbled in as the door opened. They were in an intimate embrace, and the only thing I could see was a silhouette since they didn't turn on the lights. When I heard the vehicle draw back, I asked, "Who is driving the car?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Farhan is parking the car."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The headlights went out shortly after that." Preet and Abhi were passionately kissing inside. My penis felt rigid, and I needed to reposition my bulge to feel at ease. I heard Preet's moans as they staggered to the bedroom door. Their lipsmacking was audible. For a long time, I had hoped to witness something like this.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Farhan walked in and switched on the light. I fixed my gaze on Preet. She was still dressed in her beautiful outfit, but Farhan and Abhi had changed into their normal dresses. Preet and Abhi were chewing on each other's lips. Preet's fair skin was visible even in the dim light. Both of them appeared to be nothing more than goons in front of her. That heightened the intensity of the situation even further.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was humiliating to see my wife passionately kiss her ex-boyfriend while I held her best friend's hand for comfort. Nupur was standing close next to me, massaging my palm. As she stepped closer to me, her light perfume enveloped my senses.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Abhi appeared to be a regular guy. He seemed to be a middle-aged man physically. Apparently, he had gained a lot more weight. I would have classified him in the same category as Inder, but he was a couple of shades lighter than Inder. Preet's milky white complexion was noticeable in that poorly lit room surrounded by those two thugs. Farhan secured the door and checked the rooms as Preet and Abhi kissed by the bedroom door.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur gripped me, her hand sensually fondling my buttocks. "What are you doing?" I inquired hesitantly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nothing," she nuzzled my neck and murmured in my ear. "I'm just trying to see whether you're excited," she continued, caressing my bulge. My stiff penis must have confirmed her doubt, yet she kept fondling it. I was taken aback, but not astonished. We'd crossed a lot of limits that night.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Farhan handed them a water bottle and entered the washroom. They finally broke up the kiss after approximately five minutes of passionate kissing, and Preet cleaned her lips, which were coated in his saliva. She sipped the water and complained to Abhi, "My outfit is getting ruined. Please allow me to change first."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I locked my gaze on my lovely wife, who was destined to be a slut. She looked so hot, young, and alluring. Her face was flushed red as she averted his gaze and dashed into the restroom as soon as Farhan walked out. Nupur slowly unzipped my pants, and I involuntarily halted her, but only for a moment before letting her continue. Nupur, who was gaining confidence, struggled with the button on my pants, and I assisted her. She moaned audibly as she reached into my crotch and squeezed my penis firmly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet is fortunate to have you as her husband," she whispered. "Few would accept, let alone appreciate, their wife's adultery."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I turned around and kissed her on the lips. Her kiss was moist and her breath warm. She thrust her tongue into my mouth with fervor. In between our intense kisses, she released my penis and squeezed it tightly while rubbing her thumb on the knob. She pushed me back after a minute of kissing, saying, "Don't get the wrong idea. Farhan's cock will be the only one to enter my pussy. But I wouldn't mind your lips. Preet raves about them."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My attention was drawn to the bedroom, where Farhan and Abhi sat on the bed in their underwear, waiting for Preet. Preet soon appeared, dressed in a stunning two-piece lingerie that I had never seen before. She flaunted herself in front of them, and they both adored her full figure. Preet looked stunning in her black lingerie. The top was pretty translucent, reaching just below her hips, and her breasts were more or less exposed. Her huge areolas and milk-filled breasts were clearly visible. Preet flushed as Farhan and Abhi lavished her with compliments.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She is such a beautiful woman; I'm surprised I didn't pursue her when she was single," Farhan stated.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I only paid heed to her ever since she reached puberty," Abhi said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What could you have done? Weren't you already married?" asked Preet</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Such things have never stopped me," he said boldly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I know," Preet replied, as she got on top of him on the bed. From behind, her butt looked extremely hot and tempting. "Even the fact that I am married wouldn't have made any difference," she said, latching onto Farhan's lips.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Abhi reached for her buttocks and slapped them hard.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ouch," she yelped, glaring at him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Slut, stop making faces! By the time we're done with you tonight, your butt is going to be bruised."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Abhi fondled her ass and slapped it a few times before kissing it. Her ass looked great from that angle. Anyone would have pounced on her in a heartbeat. She rolled to Farhan's side after a brief kiss, and he resumed kissing her. I could plainly see the difference in their skin tones now. To say that it aroused my loins would be an understatement.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Abhi swiftly moved to her breasts, rudely ripping off her bra and latching onto her breasts. Preet sighed as Abhi roughhoused her breasts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As he drained her milk, he muttered, "Tasty." The act of breastfeeding often heightened her craving. She squirmed as Abhi suckled her, and Farhan kissed her passionately. After about 5 minutes, Abhi proceeded south and took off her underpants in the same manner.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ouch," she grumbled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That lingerie is pricey. You've ruined it, Abhi!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why do you need it? You look a lot better undressed," he retorted as he dove into her pussy. Abhi nibbled on her pussy lips, and I could see her wriggling. She moaned and groaned continuously.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This went on for at least ten minutes. Farhan continued to kiss her; he did nothing else as Abhi suckled on her and licked her, giving her a tremendous orgasm. As Abhi licked on Preet's clit, she aggressively pushed her hips against his mouth. Toward the end, she stopped kissing Farhan and began saying, "Oh Fuck..." over and over.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Abhi let go of her as she finally crashed on the bed. I could finally see her shaved, clean pussy. Her pussy flared lips were deep crimson. Her legs were weak as she shivered from her climax.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet so easily gets an orgasm!" Nupur said to me inside.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We were both taking turns peering inside. When Preet was recovering, Nupur latched onto my lips. She kissed me while sensually stroking my penis. It was a deep kiss that lasted many minutes, long enough for me to realize Nupur also liked me. My hands sought for her breasts instinctively, and she let me fondle and massage them. Her breasts were nice and plump, despite her petite stature.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I peered inside, breaking the kiss, and saw Preet extracting Farhan's large, black penis from his underpants. It appeared enormous in her delicate fingers. I had dreamed about the contrast between her pale complexion and his ebony cock on countless occasions. Preet put his cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it sensuously. Abhi didn't want to be left out, so he extended his cock for her to suck. Preet also moaned and licked his dick. She switched between the two, pretending to lick lollipops.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She knelt beside the bedside and sucked them when the posture became uncomfortable. That's when I noticed Abhi's cock. He was tall, but not as tall as Farhan. Farhan's uncut cock appeared menacing because of its black color and circumcised deep purple knob. Abhi's penis was significantly lighter in color. Preet's lips stretched on those massive phalluses looked incredible. She massaged one cock while fellating the other, and she occasionally caressed their testicles.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur murmured, "You've married an insatiable harlot! Only such studs may fulfill her needs."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She kissed me again, but my thoughts were on Preet, so I whispered, "Thank you for this chance. I've dreamt about it my whole life. I would like to make sure I don't miss any of it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh, I see," she said, "so you'd rather see your wife getting royally fucked by studs than poking another lady. Is that it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I hope you understand," I pleaded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She quickly left, and I stood there in complete darkness, watching my wife mate with two incredible studs. Already, a good 30 minutes had passed and nothing more than foreplay had happened. Preet climbed onto the bed on all fours. Abhi gave her a couple more tight slaps on the buttocks, which she seemed to love, though I'm sure it hurt. Abhi jumped onto the bed, grabbed her hair, and wiped his penis on her lips. He smacked his cock a few times on her lips and face, which Preet always enjoyed. The only difference was that Abhi's penis must have weighed twice as much as mine.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Haven't you missed this?" he proudly asked. Abhi indeed was a bastard; he held her hair in a menacing grip as he took his time slapping her face with his cock. Her face had turned deep red but didn't seem to bother him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Farhan fondled her ass and slowly parted her cheeks to expose her anal opening. As Abhi left her hand and let her kiss his dick and testicles, she briefly looked behind and pulled her ass cheek with her right hand, inviting him to take her. The gold bangle (kara) that she always wore on her right wrist as a symbol of our marriage reminded me she was my wife, but a slut for real men.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Farhan slowly slid his cock into her pussy at first and then gave it a good hump.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ahh..." she grunted as he pushed more than half of his penis in a single stroke. Abhi didn't waste any time and shoved his penis into her mouth. They were all sufficiently warmed up and quickly ramped up the tempo. I knew Abhi had done it before because of the way he grabbed her head and penetrated her lips. Even though Farhan fucked bravely from behind, I only looked at her face. Such a sight had never occurred to me in my wildest dreams. I got the impression she was more interested in getting her mouth fucked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet's groans and the slapping sounds of their bodies filled the room. The bed was squeaking violently, but neither Farhan nor Abhi offered her any respite. After about five minutes, Preet showed signs of progress towards her climax. Farhan began pounding her buttocks as he gained momentum. Her hips had turned a rich scarlet color. On the other end, Abhi took advantage of the situation to smack his large sausage on her face. Farhan inserted his thumb inside her anus and began fingering her while stroking her. Preet was in ecstasy, squirming with delight. Her breasts were oozing a steady stream of milk.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet shuddered with a powerful climax at the ten-minute mark. The two studs showed no indications of reaching a climax. Although it was fairly chilly, all three of them were profusely sweating. Preet excused herself and went to clean up in the restroom. She cleaned, strolled in, and collapsed on the bed. Farhan and Abhi both freshened up as well.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You guys are absolute studs!" Preet exclaimed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you surprised?" Abhi inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, just that it was such an intense feeling. I came twice, but you two are not even close."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Both of them had lost their erections, but their cocks still looked formidable.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What about Manni? Is he even half as good?" Abhi inquired arrogantly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Believe me, Abhi, I always reach a climax with him. But I seem to have a strong desire to experiment, and perhaps that's where he disappoints me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You never noticed me while you were single?" Farhan inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't misunderstand me. You're a very attractive dude. I spotted you, but I wasn't even thinking about interracial marriage."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But Abhi is a Hindu," he retorted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, that's unusual," she admitted, "but it wasn't a bridge too far."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You're such a hypocrite," he grumbled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"At least I've changed my mind," she replied as she kissed him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Abhi blurted out, "Preet, you're overflowing with milk. That side of the bed is dripping wet." He pointed to a wet patch that was apparent even from my vantage point.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You're like a human cow; always ready to breed, even if you're still nursing your infant."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shut up, Abhi, and don't blame me," she retorted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The point is, why are you two so ready to breed another man's wife when your own wives may wait at home?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Farhan said, "Preet, you already know the answer. Because they aren't sluts, but you are. Even if there were a half-dozen guys waiting their turn, you would have made sure they got their money's worth and maybe a bit more."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hmm..." she mumbled as she kissed him and moved her lips to his penis. She licked his sacs after putting his penis in her mouth for a few quick licks. Preet straddled both of their thighs as she gave them both another blow job. She spent far more time sucking their sacs than licking their cocks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Now that we know you're a complete slut, we'll make sure you don't miss us for too long," Abhi said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What about your husband?" Farhan inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He's a busy guy," she said between kisses on his cock, "and he's not independently wealthy like you folks. He frequently works two shifts."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And we know you can work multiple shifts as well," Farhan chuckled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As she licked on Farhan's nuts, she whimpered, "Hmm..." His testicles appeared to be much larger than Abhi's. He also appeared to be a much larger man than Abhi. The difference in height of 4 inches makes an enormous impact on the total size.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is his penis this big?" Abhi inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Unfortunately, no," she said between licks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But he is the most attractive man I have ever met. And he's a wonderful husband and father," she continued.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">For the next 5 minutes, she alternated sucking their dicks and, after they were completely erect, she stood up and straddled Abhi's waist.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh fuck, I've been looking forward to this for years," she exclaimed as she shoved his penis into her pussy. Farhan took a step back and readied himself. Preet bounced a few times on his dick as Abhi moaned, feeling the warmth of her velvety pussy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You're heavenly, Preet," Abhi muttered, "but I'm still a fan of your mouth. Even my wife's pussy can't compete with your mouth."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet is not your average woman," Farhan said as he crouched behind her. Abhi drew Preet nearer and kissed her lips. I couldn't see them totally, but I could sense that Preet was kissing him voraciously while he toyed with her breasts. I noticed a white trickle of liquid running down his chest. Her leaky breasts confirmed, she was fully aroused.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Farhan rubbed jelly on her rear hole and positioned his black penis at the entrance. Preet flinched as his knob attempted to breach her sphincter muscles. She was quite experienced, having had anal intercourse with Inder and myself, and after a brief resistance, her sphincter muscles relaxed and let his tip through. As his tip passed through, she let out a loud groan.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh fuck," she screamed, feeling the fullness of his penis in her rear hole. She wanted to take Farhan anally, which shocked me; perhaps Abhi wanted to take her vaginally. Perhaps that was something he had yearned for. I was watching my greatest fantasy; if I had the courage, I would have gone in and offered her my punty penis to suck. Preet seemed determined to test every boundary today.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Fuck fuck fuck..." She sighed as Farhan settled into a regular rhythm and I heard their bottoms collide. Preet was highly excited, and I could see her tight body attempting to hold them off while still trying to enjoy it. Abhi and Farhan caressed her body and stroked her slowly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It barely took 5 minutes for Preet to whimper in anticipation of her oncoming climax. Her loud groans left little doubt, and she began making loud "Ah" sounds.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"God, you're leaking," Abhi remarked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You're such a slut," Farhan remarked, "enjoying every minute."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh god," she gasped, shuddering from her orgasm. Those delightful sensations were too strong for her to resist. Farhan and Abhi began forcefully rocking back and forth after she had recovered. Underneath the weight of two beasts, the bed creaked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Fuck me," she screamed repeatedly as the combination of pleasure and pain was too much for her. Both of them seemed to have lost control and didn't think they could hold out much longer, so they revved up the pace and pounded her frantically. Preet's breasts were gushing with milk all the time. I noticed how much of an impact they were subjecting her to as I watched Farhan's hands firmly grip her waist and Abhi's rapid thrusts. They were far larger than me, so it wasn't just a novelty; it was pure, intense, physical pleasure.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They went on for another 5 minutes, and I saw Abhi holding Preet in position while he pushed his penis all the way in. Farhan wasn't home yet, so he continued thrusting into her for another minute before collapsing forward, groaning loudly. I could see his pulsating nuts inundating her rectum.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As Farhan separated from her and went to the toilet to refresh himself, Preet piled on top of Abhi. Preet and Abhi were both sweating, and she rolled aside and lay still. I could see the enormous hole in her vagina and imagined a similar hole between her ass cheeks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She went to the bathroom to clean herself after Farhan returned. Abhi was the last one to wash. Preet slept nude next to Farhan under the cover, and Abhi soon joined them. It seemed they wanted to catch up on some sleep. It had been a long day, as well as a lengthy and intensive session. Checking my watch revealed that it had been almost 2 hours. I was at a loss for what to do. I gently exited the room and inhaled the fresh air. Inside, it was stifling and claustrophobic. I saw Nupur's car was still there. So, after carefully closing the storeroom, I sneaked towards her car. There was no doubt in my mind that I had totally accepted this way of life at this point.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur was sleeping in the car. I knocked on the door. She rolled down the window and drew me in for a kiss. I kissed her back since she was so excited. Her breath was stale, but neither of us noticed. Nupur was drooling as she kissed me passionately. When I opened the door, she staggered out and latched onto my lips once again. I swiftly led her to the backseat and, without prompting, pulled down her Khameez and began licking her pussy over her panties. I pressed my tongue into her tight twat as she assisted me in getting rid of her pantie. She was a small woman compared to Preet, and everything about her felt tiny and small. But I liked her tight pussy; all I needed was for her to let me mount her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Umh..." she murmured as I kissed her pussy greedily. Nupur twirled my hair and drew me into her snatch. She was lubricated, but not as much as Preet, who would have been really oozing juice by now.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh Manni," she murmured as I dived straight into the action. I inserted my finger into her pussy and began fingering her while sucking her clit. Nupur enjoyed it and pushed her pelvis against my lips. When I tried to poke her ass, she pushed it away, saying, "Leave it for your wife."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Manni, there's no rush. Please take it slow," she urged. As I licked her, she caressed my face. Even though I didn't like her, I felt obligated to please her; because she assisted me in eavesdropping on my wife, or perhaps because I truly wanted to prove to her I was excellent at something. Nupur, unlike Preet, kept quiet throughout the episode. Her gentle moans showed she was having a good time. Preet preferred fucking over licking and would have forced me to mount her. However, after our new cuckolding relationship, she began insisting that I lick her to completion.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She showed symptoms of climaxing after approximately 20 minutes of intense licking. I took the cue and concentrated on her clit and worked it hard. Nupur eventually climaxed at about the 25-minute mark.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh my God, Manni, you are a fantastic licker," she screamed as we sank into the backseat.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet is certainly lucky," she said one more time that evening.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Doesn't Farhan lick you like that?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Who Farhan? He believes he is Adonis, and ladies should be ready for him the moment he approaches them for sex."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know how it goes with men with inflated egos?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you saying you aren't ready when he shows up for sex?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am Manni, but not in the way he imagines. I'd like it if he went down on me now and then."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet is usually soaking ready for sex," I explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur laughed and said, "That's because this is a novel experience for her; once the novelty wears off, she'll need to put in some effort before she's ready. Especially with such well-endowed men."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"However, Preet is exceptional. Much of what works for her is because she is Preet."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are they going to sleep now?" I inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You don't want them to sleep, do you?" she joked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet will not let them sleep. She is a really horny lady. She won't let them leave until they have a second round with her."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"However, they require at least a couple of hours to recuperate. Now let's go home."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you lock the room?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, I did," I admitted. We quickly drove away from that location. She continued as we got back on the road, "I know you wanted to see them again, but don't put yourself in too much risk. If you continue to watch them, your own excitement may fade as well."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Make use of your imagination. It makes things seem even more exciting than they are."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You said something about not sleeping with other men. But you had sex with me," I remarked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hold your horses, macho man! Don't get any ideas. Farhan does not want his women to have sex with other guys."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You didn't have sex with me; you simply got me ready to mate with him," she said, laughing.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur drove us back to her place, where we spent the night. She had planned for me to sleep on the couch. We talked a little more because everyone was fast asleep.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is there anyone in the United States who can mount her regularly? Someone like Farhan or Abhi, perhaps?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I shook my head.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's better to identify someone. She is having so much sex with different guys only one year after her marriage. What will happen when she gets into a routine?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We may visit soon; perhaps then Farhan can service her. Abhi apparently travels to the United States, so that's another possibility. However, these are only distractions. She'd require someone to mount her on a weekly, if not daily, basis."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet is an overly sexual woman. She may lower her guard in front of wrong people and situations. I hope you are getting the drift of what I am saying."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I do, indeed. But how should I go about finding someone for her? How do I know they're suitable for her?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Actually, it's not that difficult. You only need to leave her alone in the company of the right men. They would push the right buttons and perhaps quench her desires."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't believe that only young guys or those with large equipment are appropriate for her. She is a highly sexed lady. But she is also a submissive woman. The men who take control would almost always please her."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur's hand reached for my bulge. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Her fingers slipped inside my pajamas. She pulled out my penis and began stroking me. I kissed her voraciously and enjoyed the experience, since it only took a few minutes of stroking for me to ejaculate. She made sure my penis was still within my underpants so I didn't ruin the sofa or bed sheets. It was another humiliating experience that evening. Nupur seemed unconcerned about it and asked if I wanted some tea.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"When did you attempt to persuade Preet to sleep with other men?" she said as I emerged from the restroom.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Recently, why?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Since when did you have such feelings for her?" she inquired.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Maybe the day we got married. She was so pretty and hot; I didn't think I really deserved her."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course you deserve her, especially now that you're willing to overlook her shortcomings," she assured.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But I realize," she said, "it's as much about Preet as it is about you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What exactly do you mean?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet is a really beautiful and seductive woman. Lesser mortals can not keep up with her. But that you have an inferiority complex allows for such a relationship to flourish," she elaborated.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What's the deal with Abhi? I still can't fathom her relationship with him even after he got married," I asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Perhaps I understand now," she replied, handing me my tea.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Abhi treated her like a slut. She knew he wasn't husbandly material after just a few dates. He was someone with whom she could experiment with sex. She swore to keep her virginity from him, but Abhi would have mounted her regardless of her pleas. The good news was that she didn't have a gag reflex and didn't mind if Abhi physically fucked her mouth. That's what saved her virginity for you!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She ended her affair in the third year and distanced herself from him. Abhi moved out and their affair faded away, but word of her wedding reached him, and he hiked all the way back to taste her one more time before she flew away to the US."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It happened again?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She nodded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He caught up with her on the night of her engagement and they had a quickie, but the real thing happened a day before her wedding. In this house. He literally fucked her mouth."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What exactly do you mean?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I mean, she laid down on the bed and presented her lips to him like a pussy, and he fucked her face. Until then, it had been a blowjob, but she would kneel on the floor and would pull back if it became too much. This time Abhi tied her hands to the bed and fucked her face, so she had no means of resisting him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She laughed, understanding that my penis, which had only ejaculated a half-hour earlier, was hardening up again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She never told me that," I retorted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course, Manni, she will not tell you about it. And you, too, are expected to keep your mouth shut."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You asked if my father was a cuckold as well, and perhaps he was, but I'll never know because they both died in an accident."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It took a long time for me to accept their flaws, but I did. Preet had a significant part to play. Realizing that you and Preet aren't all that dissimilar to my parents makes it easier for me to accept them today."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That doesn't seem very reassuring," I remarked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I know," she said, "but believe me, you too shall learn to accept your fate and live with it harmoniously."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It was difficult for me to accept Farhan's philandering," she elaborated. "Farhan himself had trouble with it but he realized that this was something he loved and stopping it meant killing his own identity. I learned that love and sex are not the same thing. Our societal norms democratize everything in the name of humane treatment for all. However, treating a slut who wants to be treated as one is not inhumane. Similarly, mounting someone's wife when both the husband and wife crave it is natural."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Some women desire to mate with many men. Preet is just one of them, and you appear to be a thoughtful husband who gets vicarious pleasure from it as well. Nothing wrong with it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Doesn't Farhan deprive you, though?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, not at all. We have sex around four times a week, which is sufficient for me. Our sessions are a lot shorter and less intense, but that is fine with me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's a little easier to do such things abroad," I reasoned.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's why I suggested finding someone who can have sex with her regularly. Preet told me you also have a business on the side that is taking a lot of your time. It will make it easier on Preet."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We were both exhausted and called it a night. I slept on the sofa, thinking about what I had seen and repeating the memories in my head over and again. After half-hour, as I was going off to sleep, I realized some pleasant feelings. Nupur's kiss awakened me. Her hand was in my pajamas, gently massaging my stiff penis. She climbed on top of me and rode me for about 15 minutes. I ejaculated into her pussy to finish that amazing night. I promptly fell asleep.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Next morning, Nupur woke me up a little late. Farhan and she lived alone and since her kids and her husband were out, we still were alone. She had freshened herself and asked me to get ready. The plan was for us to do some local sightseeing. Preet would only return late in the evening, so we had nothing else to do today. Nupur suggested I pretend to show up suddenly in the night or perhaps the next morning.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was a normal day for me; Nupur was a great host, and nothing from the previous night even came up. On the evening stroll, she finally broached the subject again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hope you are thinking of what I suggested last night," she started.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What?" I asked. It took a few minutes for me to realize what she was talking about. Nupur suggested, since Preet would return that evening after an exhausting 24-hour fuckathon with her lovers, I give her the night to relax. Farhan had supposedly left for his business trip.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not really," I said, "I'll have to think about it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did she tell you about anyone?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course not; we just spoke about Abhi, and I dropped in Farhan's name. Apart from that, nothing," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know, Manni," she said, "the best approach is to leave her alone in the company of potential suitors. If she likes them, she will seduce them. If they like her, they will push their luck. Either way, it would work out."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hmm.." I thought.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If you don't mind," she hesitantly added, "I can suggest at least two men who may have a good chance."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Who?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I looked at her strangely. She waited for me to prod her again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Promise you won't get mad at me for suggesting them. I don't even remember their names, but one of them was quite close to you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"One of the guys was the man who seemed to be front and center, calling the shots during your marriage, and the other guy was his father, apparently."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What?"</span></p></div></div><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"></p><div class="aa_hv aa_hy" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: -14px; text-align: right;"><a class="aa_hz" data-action="ReportStoryToModerator-open" href="https://www.literotica.com/s/preet-kaur-the-town-whore-ch-03#" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #b9b9b9; cursor: pointer; display: inline-block; line-height: 1; margin-right: -9px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 9px 9px 0px; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Report story"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="icon icon-exclamation-circle aa_hw" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; fill: currentcolor; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; height: 1em; line-height: 1; margin-right: 6px; speak: none; vertical-align: top; width: 1em;"></span></span></a></div><div class="aa_hv aa_hy" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: -14px; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><p></p><div class="aa_ht" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><div style="box-sizing: border-box; color: black; display: block; line-height: 1.58; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 0px;"></div></div></div><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Chapter 4 - Manni learns about her slutty past</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You promised not to get mad."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am not mad; just curious why she thought of them as suitable candidates. Did Preet say anything?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course not. This is my observation."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Look, even though we are open, realize that Preet is a married woman and cannot indiscriminately share personal details."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I have noticed Inder paying a lot of attention to Preet," I explained, "and yes, sometimes I get the same feeling that you are implying. However, Inder's father is an old man and we have hardly ever socialized with him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It would help if you elaborate. I can guess Inder, but not his father."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Keep an open mind. I don't discuss such things with even Preet, but with you there is a chemistry and I don't find it objectionable to talk candidly about such debauched topics."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It seems we are the fucked up siblings from previous lives."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We both chuckled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet was experienced. Except for penetrative sex, she perhaps did almost everything. Abhi was demanding, and Preet was a willing partner. Their union turned out to be rather explosive."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She shaved her pussy at his behest; even got rid of her hair on her butt and around her anus. She bleached her anus, so it looked deep red, similar to the assholes of blonde women in porn movies. Abhi loved her mouth so much that he never felt a need to fuck her vagina. Since she refused nothing else for him, he let her keep her virginity for her future husband."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet knew she would never marry him. Even Abhi was honest about it and didn't make false promises. It was a consensual adventure. They each got something that they were looking for from their affair."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet had licked his asshole a zillion times so that Abhi could experience the pleasure that his wife always denied him. Abhi would tell her that although his wife was equally beautiful, sex with her wasn't the same. She refused to experiment and refused to act as a slut for him. Perhaps this is how nature intended it. Wives are not supposed to be slutty; that job is relegated to whores and mistresses."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The quick summary is that by the time she got engaged to you, she knew you were an ordinary man. A good-looking, caring, considerate husband, but not the sort who could give her intense orgasms."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Such women are always evaluating prospects. Each new man who enters their lives is a prospect. Armed with tribal knowledge that rarely ever failed, she could separate the men from the boys. For e.g. a man taller than 6 feet meant a decent sized dick. Long limbs and shoe-size of 12 meant unusually longer dick for their body structure. Men who flirted openly with married women; especially in front of their husband, are likely to possess the character and equipment to pleasure such women."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The flip side, however, is that experienced men could sniff out the slut in her. Inder and his father pursued her during the wedding celebrations itself. Among the two, Inder is a refined man and did it subtly, but his father was crass in his approach."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did Preet tell you this?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, and please keep it to yourself. Each relationship has a decorum that shouldn't be messed with."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Anyway, Inder's father pushed a few limits after your marriage on the road back to Delhi," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Really?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, he was taking advantage of the situation - that he learned about Abhi and Preet's past. But given Preet's slutty nature, he didn't have to push hard."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Both are ideal candidates. Preet knows Inder's father is gifted. Likely Inder is as well."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hope you are convinced it is best for such men to have access to Preet. Some couples artificially arrange for such meetups in clinical settings, but they soon fizzle out or leave them unsatisfied. Spontaneity and openness help such relationships thrive."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hmm... Preet seems to prefer it already. Inder is a close family friend and visits us often. His father, although periodically visits him, has never visited us."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet told me you have a side business, which takes a lot of your spare time. Often you run errands late in the night and are called in unexpectedly. Wouldn't it be great for Inder or his father to keep your bed warm, then?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We had to hurry back home; apparently Preet had reached home. The thought remained in my mind; it seems we were thinking alike. Still, I was curious to hear details about Nupur's criteria for suitability. I approached her later in the night, after Preet hits bed. She was exhausted and needed time to recuperate. Preet was surprised to see me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"When did you arrive?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Late afternoon. Nupur and I had gone for sightseeing."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I checked on our little one. He was sleeping blissfully, unaware of everything that was happening in our lives. Nupur was making tea for us and I chanced upon the opportunity and pounced on her. Preet returned my kisses; her hand immediately nestled into my crotch. After giving it a squeeze, she soon pushed me back.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Control your Bunty."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Your celibacy is not quite over yet. I know you know who I was with, but hold your horses and use your imagination to enjoy."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Farhan and Abhi double teamed me for the last 24 hours," she said in her sultry voice, fondling my penis.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Really?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I acted surprised, even though I had seen them. It was still a wonder for me since Preet didn't hide it from me. We were embarking on our journey, certainly; I thought.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She came closer and kissed my lips. "I know you want to savor me, but I am dog tired."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She unzipped my trousers and pushed her hand inside. Preet was turning into a coquette, teasing and toying with me. She stroked it, taking it in her hands.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"They fucked me for a good 6 hours. I have orgasmed a dozen times perhaps, and both my holes and jaw are sore."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you record as well?" My eyes almost popped out in anticipation.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Just use your imagination!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Farhan wishes he was rather married to me than Nupur," whispered Preet, looking at the door.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Abhi is an energizer bunny. He had a hard-on throughout; baring half-hour breaks in between."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I thought perhaps I should have waited in that storeroom. I could have seen a lot more. Nupur was right, though; too much of it can dull your senses.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Where are they?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Farhan is out for his business work. Abhi wanted to accompany me here, but Nupur alerted me you are in town already."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh, so fireworks would have been in order, otherwise?" I said, kissing her. She pushed tongue deep into my mouth and said, "You are such a pervert; having a hard-on at the thought of me sleeping with them."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I quite like it, though. Thank you," she said, as slowly stroked my penis. Preet had closed the door but didn't lock it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Abhi was not happy to share me with Farhan, but enjoyed the novelty," she said. "And you disappointed him by arriving unannounced."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur knocked on the door and called us for tea.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Dinner should arrive shortly," said Nupur.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was just 7:00. Exhausted Preet, who wanted to hit the bed, meant there won't be any respite for me. Preet ate her dinner quietly and rushed to the bedroom. Our little one woke up and needed her attention. Nupur too was weary, but I insisted on finishing the story.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Only if you do me a favor--make tea for us later." She smiled. We moved to their comfortable loveseat. Nupur grabbed a large comforter, and we both cuddled on the love seat. Still nervous about what Preet thinks about us.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I need another favor--steer Preet away from Farhan," she said, lowering her voice. I was puzzled. Didn't she encourage Preet to have sex with him?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's complicated," she elaborated. "I have to support Farhan, but Preet is too hot a woman for him. He may end up impregnating her, and I just don't want those kinds of complications."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fantasies are acceptable, but harboring such fears was abnormal.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If you are not surprised, then brace for impact. It may happen. She doesn't use protection, so this is a working hazard. I am sure Inder's wife must support him the way I do. I saw her showing her disapproval when Inder was using his tricks with Preet. Inder's wife may support Preet outwardly, but at an opportune moment, she would throw her under the bus."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder's father--with no strings attached--is the best candidate for her."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come on Nupur," I interrupted. "He is old and not even good looking. Why would Preet fall for him?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's best to show than tell. Why don't I narrate what transpired and you can draw your own conclusions."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I agreed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The entire problem was created by Abhi!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Abhi showed up on the scene of your engagement and even at the wedding hall uninvited. He accosted her several times and pressured her to make out with him. With me as a shield, she entertained him a handful of times. The bastard would show up 2-3 times every day and sometimes even at night that whole week, and Preet entertained him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's when Inder's father apparently caught her kissing Abhi and blackmailed her. Nothing much happened, but on the journey to Delhi from where you folks were heading out on your honeymoon trip, he savored her."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This came as a shock to me. I wondered if Nupur was right. I remember that night on the train; I accosted Preet for the first time and we kissed. Perhaps Nupur misread me as Inder's father. I kept quiet and understood it with Preet. Nupur and I watched a movie for a little while, sipping on our tea.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Abhi came at night time too?" I asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, he came three nights in a row, until two days before your wedding. Preet & I were staying upstairs while Preet's own family stayed downstairs, mostly. So, we had enough privacy, and Preet had my support as well."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He spent an hour each night alone with her; he would romance her and then later fuck her mouth."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Abhi missed her. Preet wasn't sure if she could experience such sex again. So, for old times' sake, she entertained him. Clearly, she craved his attention."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Abhi pushed all the limits when he accosted her soon after the engagement ceremony, as she was heading to change her formal dress. In the changing room, Preet reluctantly at first but later vigorously gave him a fantastic blowjob in that dress. He came on her face that evening. She took a long bath before coming out of that room."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet's slutty past may be a bitter pill to swallow," she said, "but it's better to put it all behind once and for all and move forward," she said, patting my thigh.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She was marrying; so shouldn't she have left her wayward ways behind?" I asked. Although it thrilled the cuckold inside me to hear about her slutty past, it also reminded me of her high-brow attitude while she entertained her lovers.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You may wish to leave your past, but it never stops following you," she said. "And it catches up with you at the most inopportune time."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Didn't you learn it from your cousin? And Preet was truthful about her past when she spoke to you, right? You had your own past, perhaps, so why question Preet's intentions?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are right," I said. "I felt it was strange for her to behave in this way, given that she was getting married."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are right in your own way," she assured, "If you hadn't been a cuckold, she would have either become a cheating wife or divorced you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"There were plenty of men eager to mount your wife at the wedding itself. That wasn't the case for you. She was a woman with high sex drive. Did you expect relying on willpower would suffice? Men act as a shield for their women and even the family members often act as a shield. In your case, perhaps that was missing, which weakened her resolve."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I understand Nupur. I wasn't judging, but only trying to understand her motivations. Humiliating as it feels, I admit I had such fantasies the moment I saw her."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"In your case, it has come to your rescue. It was as if God granted your wish. Preet can't stay content with one man. Even if it had been Abhi. She loves to experiment with new things and decides for herself."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If she is a liberated woman, then why was she tolerating Abhi's pushiness? I presume it wasn't Preet who devised the plan to experiment just before her marriage."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's a complicated matter," she exhaled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If Preet had been married to Abhi, then this definitely would amount to clipping her wings; or deciding on her behalf. She would have revolted against it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"While Preet is a free spirited woman, sexually she is submissive; especially with domineering men, well-equipped to take care of her needs. So, the folks who can push her buttons can garner sexual favors."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's why I advised you to leave her in the company of potential suitors."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You seem to know a lot about this," I said. "Do you really want me to believe that you never guided her?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Guide her?" she mocked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She is an expert. I was still learning when she was planning all her moves."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The rumors about Preet's physical relationship with her boyfriend Abhi were spreading. No one knew, but they speculated. A few exaggerated them beyond belief. Still, a lot of it was true."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder and his father heard them, and perhaps your relatives."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, I recall discussing it. My relatives wondered if calling the wedding off would be wise. I liked Preet a lot and, strangely, those rumors encouraged me to marry her. She was so pretty and hot. She deserved that sexual liberty," I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet was honest and hid nothing from me. She told me she had a steady boyfriend for over 2 years and they were sexually active, although technically she was still a virgin."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I was not a virgin myself and had several girlfriends. Such things are normal abroad," I reasoned.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder was the first one to confront her. When he noticed Abhi in the celebrations with his wife and he caught Preet talking to him, he spoke to her. It was at your engagement. Abhi had grabbed her and kissed her as Preet left the celebrations to change into comfortable attire."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"On the way, Inder caught her and said, 'Preet, you need to control your wayward tendencies. This is scandalous; inviting your ex-boyfriend and spending time with him on your engagement.' Preet didn't think anyone would notice. He had cornered her in a dimly lit corner, only a few steps from her room. She was flustered and sexually excited. Clearing her throat and mustering courage, she said, 'Inderji, I didn't invite him. He invited himself, and apart from talking with him, I did nothing. Now please excuse me.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder's commanding presence intimidated her. His tall height, coupled with dark complexion, thinning hairline, and thin mustache, gave him a confident but aloof look. 'You don't take me for a fool, do you? Manni is like a family to me,' he said. He confidently invaded her personal space. She nervously looked at him; his mouth merely a few inches from hers. Audaciously, he put his hand on her naked waist. Preet shuddered as he muttered, 'Abhi is lucky.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'Inderji, this is not right,' she pleaded. Ignoring her, he said, 'You should at least give men from your husband's family a fair chance. If you wish to be a slut, then why deprive us?' Flustered with his direct approach, she blurted, 'You are not making any sense, Inderji.' She pushed him away and scurried to her room.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder knew she was fair game and pursued her relentlessly. He touched her at every excuse and fondled her breasts."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder laid his claim but didn't push his luck. Calculated in his approach--he looked for long-term gains over short-term gains. Preet would be in the US, and ironically, more accessible after her marriage. Inder's father was a nomad. He couldn't afford such luxury."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He confronted her in the changing room on your wedding day. As he assertively encroached on her personal space, the intense odor of his oily hair hit her. 'Listen, Bahu. It seems you have an itch between your legs. I have an ointment that can take care of it.' She inhaled his manly odor, soaked in the mildly pungent odor of his sweat. Preet knew his types--the bold alpha males, who, despite their shortcomings, court the prettiest women."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet shirked. 'What nonsense?' Grabbing her hand, he commanded, 'Don't make a scene. You wish me to share pictures of you making out with your boyfriend? Do you?' Preet shivered hearing the damning evidence he cited. Abhi had accosted her in the parking lot the previous night and she had kissed him. Little did she know that someone was trialing her. She pleaded. 'Please Babuji. He was threatening me and I obliged him to get rid of him.' He stared down at her, and only after Preet assured him of her subservience, he let go of her hand. Inspecting her reddened wrist, he said, 'Aren't you a Barbie doll?'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet comforted her hand and looked at him. He sneered, 'You take me for a moron?' His breath hit her. She was amidst a commoner. The natural odors of his sweat and his breath reminded her of how things are with folks who don't use expensive stuff to mask them. As she looked at him for the first time, she noticed he looked much younger--not a father of a 40-year-old man; certainly not a grandfather. He was dark-skinned, with small eyes, a broad nose, and a graying beard. His anchor style mustache showed the pride he took in trimming and twirling it. His slightly parted, thick dark lips showed his pearly white teeth that, even though had yellowed, looked white in contrast to his dark skin."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He had used almost no physical force to keep her rooted to the spot. She rested her back against the wall to keep distance. However, that emboldened him, and he stepped even closer. A waft of manly odor enveloped her--overwhelming her senses. 'It's understandable for young sluts like you to itch. We can cure it with a special ointment that's delivered with special equipment. You don't have to look for the cure outside.' Preet melted under his gaze. The itch between her legs was clamoring for relief. She knew he had it in him to cure her ailment once and for all."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet evaded his eyes. She stood there silently; her heart had stopped beating. The stillness of the moment reminded her she had surrendered herself. 'What beauty?' he exhaled, lifting her chin. 'Such beautiful, big, brown eyes. Sharp nose; luscious eyes.' Preet glanced at him. He boldly pushed away her Odhani--the scarf that covers women's breasts--and marveled at her breasts. 'What a milky white and sturdy waist,' he quipped as he touched her belly. Preet's ragged breathing and her shivering stomach encouraged him to grab her waist."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He scooped her and planted his mouth on her. Preet subconsciously parted her lips, encouraging him to kiss her. The old codger, although old school, knew how to kiss a woman. Lost in her lustful thoughts, she let his invading tongue into her mouth. His rough, chapped lips rubbed against her delicate lips. His thick mustached tickled her lips and his rough tongue massaged her tongue. It was a brief kiss, but her senses were in overdrive. He led Preet's hand to his crotch. She shuddered, feeling his bulge. 'It delivers the best ointment that has cured the itch of umpteen women,' he said."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'Let's meet tonight and you can try it,' he added. Lustful thoughts of mating with him flooded her mind. Did he propose to consummate her marriage? Such a low-class, ordinary looking man taking her on her wedding night. Is it even plausible? What sort of opportunities would they even have on a moving train? Did he know she was traveling back to Delhi? Should she tell him?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet considered herself to be an experienced woman. Making out several times with one person can count as experience but not knowledge. In his presence--a low-class, elderly, dark-skinned man--she was lubricating. Was Abhi an alpha-male? She never felt helpless in front of him. True, Inder's father was blackmailing her but instead of getting repulsed by that idea, why was her body preparing her for the mating. They were diametrically opposite of each other, but those contrasts drew and not repelled her."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He took her phone number and left. During the reception, Preet did her best to mask her nervousness. In the crowd, she saw him sitting in the corner; her eyes riveted on him. That's when we spoke and she shared her quandary. Sexually agitated, she behaved the way she did on her first date with Abhi."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet sent a message to him, through me, that read, 'Not tonight--traveling to Delhi tonight by train.' Why did she send that message, if she had no intention of entertaining him? Was she leading him? As he read the message, his lips curled in a self-congratulatory smile. He read it correctly. The audacious man replied, 'All under control--spacious AC compartment booked on the same train. If you agree, please feed your husband an energy drink mixed with the special tonic (ointment).' Preet dropped her jaw after reading it. I wasn't aware of the actual content of those messages. She fidgeted. She calmly posed for the photographs with her lovely smile. As they settled on the stage, after posing for the pictures, a servant walked onto the stage with two glasses of milkshakes. Preet looked at Inder's father; he nodded, confirming those were the drinks he referred to."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. I tapped it with my kerchief. She hesitated, but picked up the glass before he could offer it to Manni. Manni, surprised with the gesture, took a sip. The photographer snapped at that moment while they posed. He returned the favor by offering her the same glass. After tasting the milk, her nervousness vanished. It was just a milkshake! Still, we saw him grin."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur's narration stunned me. It was intense and utterly humiliating to hear what Abhi, Inder, and his father subjected us to. I had never thought of Inder's dad as a potential suitor for Preet. I knew of his wayward ways and, given a chance, he would mount her. The idea stirred my loins; perhaps much more than the thought of Inder or Abhi taking her. Preet was way out of his league and that disparity between the two made the fantasy intense, as it was hardly workable. What surprised me was Preet's attraction to him; her willingness to risk her marriage. Although Nupur claimed Inder's father blackmailed Preet but I felt he seduced her. A normal woman needs an excuse before commencing on such illicit affairs--seldom does it spring out of nowhere. Even though I kept quiet throughout, I was fidgeting with my painful erection under the comforter.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It was time for us to leave when he sent his next message. 'I am honored. Shall we seal the deal then? Before we leave this place? P.S. It was just a milkshake.' This time it was directly on her cellphone. Everyone was busy with the cleaning activities. Preet & I had packed our luggage the previous night. She texted him back after evaluating her plan, 'Meet me in 5; same place.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur slid her hand into my lap and, groping my bulge, asked, "Are you doing ok?" She checked for my racing heartbeat and said, "My God, it seems you are having a heart attack."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Honestly tell me you always wanted to be a cuckold, right?" she asked, nuzzling my neck. She softly kissed me and whispered, "I would wager if you had been aware of it, you would have still ached to see it. Your heart would have filled with rage, but your cock would be hard like a rock, your heart thumping away as you silently waited for it to happen."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur could connect with people. In her innocuous way, she becomes your confidante and pries personal details of yours. She had been kind to narrate that episode in excruciating detail. So, I felt compelled to share my story with her. Even Preet was unaware of this. It was early in my high school days. I had moved to the US and finished my high school and college education in the US. After a few short-lived affairs, I connected with a blonde girl from a different high school. She was very much into me for a few months and then one day she left me for a black, high school jock. It shocked me to learn that she dumped him. But she stunned me by giving him a blowjob on their first date--even before she officially broke up with me. In my 3-month affair, she didn't allow me anything more than kissing. The seed sowed that night had grown into this full-blown fetish. Still, it was never this strong; with Preet, it was almost as if I found my blonde girlfriend again. I briefly explained it to Nupur. She was right. I would have let the old codger take my wife, even if I knew about his insidious plan.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet sent me to clear the change rooms," Nupur continued. "I confirmed it was all clear and bolted the door. As I rushed back, I saw Inder's father confidently stride. Preet following him at a distance. As she passed me, she whispered, 'You know what to do.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet shared what happened in the room a few days later. In fact, Nupur's account was incomplete, devoid of crucial details. Preet, in her style, dropped hints but didn't share it entirety. I stitched the two versions and presented it for the sake of brevity and clarity.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As soon as Preet stepped inside, he took her in his arms as prince charming and planted his lips on hers. Preet was expecting and offered her lust filled kiss. Unlike the last time, she was the aggressor as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Inder's father knew Preet was lusting for him now and was his slut. He pressed her breasts and kneaded her butt as he swapped saliva with her. She had experienced such intensity only with her first kiss with Abhi. It was surreal--kissing an older man on her wedding day.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The kiss lasted a solid 5 minutes. "Did you really think it had my special tonic?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet blushed and avoided looking at him and eventually hit him on her chest.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You thought, right?" he giggled. She nervously laughed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Were you disappointed it didn't?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come on Babuji," she made a face and looked away. He pulled her and kissed her lips again. Preet let him be the aggressor and explore her mouth with his tongue.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't waste any time now," he said and pushed on her shoulders. She knew what he wanted. Kneeling, she looked at him nervously.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What pretty lips." He deeply exhaled as he rubbed her lips with his thumb. The thick, battered skin of his thumb left no doubt about the hard labor this man must have undertaken during his younger years.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet tugged on the knot of his traditional Indian Salwar, and it fell. Ignoring his dark, skinny legs, she focused on the sizable bulge. His large boxer shorts left nothing to her imagination. She pulled on the rubber band and out flopped the darkest penis she had ever seen. It was black, shriveled, and menacing piece of meat. Watching it in that semi-rigid state sent shivers down her back. It dropped amidst a patch of graying hair. She had only seen such a cock in porn movies. This, however, was real; something that she could touch, smell, and taste. The intense, musky odor from his genitals enamored her. Manly odors of genitals mixed with the sweat of hard day's work, always fascinated her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She took the knob between her lips and suckled on it. Preet relished his salty crown and licked precum off the tip. Inder's father calmly stood there and let Preet satisfy her curiosity. She caressed his testicles and bobbed her head on his semi-erect penis. His sacs captivated her more than his cock--they were unusually large, a clear sign of his virility. As she charmed him, he moaned and relished her tongue. His pleasure was both physical and psychological. Mating with such a young and pretty woman who was way above his league. As she adroitly sucked him, he understood Preet was no amateur. He had hit a jackpot and found the perfect slut for his retirement. The taboo situation had certainly edged both of them and after 7 minutes, he flooded her mouth with his semen. Without his urging, she let him cum inside her mouth. Unlike Abhi, he didn't splatter it all on her face. He nuzzled his penis on her lips as she wrapped it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As they were stepping out, he said, "Oh, about the tonic. It is a very potent medicine for husbands. But you have to deliver it in a natural vessel."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Leaning forward, he murmured into her ear, "Like your vagina, anus, or mouth."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are free to think if the milkshake had the tonic or not. I won't tell you the truth."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We headed to the train station soon after that. Nupur tried to pry out the details, but Preet kept mum and only told her he was trying to blackmail her. She was trying to convince him she had nothing to do with Abhi.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thinking about it. I could imagine how proud Inder's father may have felt that day. Cuckolding someone on their wedding day with someone as young and pretty as Preet should have indeed inflated his ego.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was enough for me to leak my semen. It was almost 10:00 and Nupur had not even reached the interesting part yet. She was yawning already, so I offered to make tea for her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are desperate, aren't you?" she said, patting on my butt as I put the utensils on the stove.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet always has the best things in life!" she said, yawning.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What do you mean?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Best looks, best body, best libido, best husband. You name it. She has it all!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you jealous?" I smiled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No. Just human."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our wedding happened in Amritsar. Preet grew up there while I lived in Delhi before moving to the US. We were heading back to Delhi. Our plan was to leave on our honeymoon the following evening. Inder stayed back from some business. I don't remember seeing his father. In fact, I had only seen him a few times during our marriage, so I even doubted the veracity of the story. About 20 of my relatives were traveling back with us to Delhi that evening.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We had booked several berths in a compartment. However, the overcrowded 3AC compartments didn't suit Preet. Fortunately, Nupur was traveling with us, but she had made a separate booking and her seat was in the 2nd AC compartment, right next to ours. One seat was vacant, which she offered to Preet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It had been a long day; many folks had slept only 2 hours the earlier night because of the wedding preparations. Even Preet & I were busy with festivities and wedding rituals. Still, everyone was enthusiastic about indulging in a card game while nursing on alcohol. The journey was a good 10+ hours, and the train was running late, which meant we would only reach the next morning. As we left the station, I freshened up and Preet retired to Nupur's compartment. The men joked about my plight--equating me to a breeding stallion who had sensed a mare in heat but couldn't mount.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Due to off-season and weekday travel, the train was empty except for the 1st and 2nd AC compartments. The TC did a quick check and left our group alone as we were returning from a wedding. With a small bribe, all the sundries arrived promptly and people settled in within the first hour.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet and I had spent time together that week, but we were often interrupted. Still, we had acquainted ourselves well. Preet wasn't shy and after initial hesitation she spoke with me openly and pried out everything she wanted to learn. She looked slightly different each day, but my fondness for her only grew. I admired her beauty at every opportunity and longed to be alone in her company.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet looked stunning on the day of the wedding. She wore light makeup that dulled her pale complexion and deep red-colored lipstick that suited her dress. She opted to wear a small bindi and had tied hair in a knot behind her head. Later in the evening, for the reception, she let her hair loose with locks of wavy, silky hair gently falling by the side of her face. She looked divine in that simple hairstyle. I admired how she played with strands of hair, knowing that she was the center of attention.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I imagined about her, she strode in after removing her makeup, but still in her bridal attire. Her beauty mesmerized me. The pale complexion shone clearly in that dimly lit train compartment. Her lips without lipstick looked far more alluring. I wished Nupur had offered us the cabin. Finding an opportune moment, I grabbed her hand and led to Nupur's compartment. It was relatively quiet and empty there. Standing by the doors, she asked, "What do you want now?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I just wanted to see your beautiful face," I sighed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ogling me the whole day hasn't been enough?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You could have booked a 1st AC cabin."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Those were reserved already."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Plane tickets then?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How could we have spent time alone talking like this, then?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She grinned, and we chatted for a good hour about mundane things. She knew I was smitten by her. I couldn't believe my luck. She was a tease and thrived on attention and made sure that she got plenty of it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Someone called for me and just as I was departing, she kissed my cheeks and bid goodbye.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet crashed on the berth after returning," continued Nupur. "I slid next to her and whispered, 'Do you realize what sort of scandal you created? Couldn't you have said no to that bastard boyfriend of yours? How could you be so reckless? Ruining your marriage even before you live your married life?'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'Don't you lecture me, Nupur,' frowned Preet. 'I had no plans to do any of this. It just happened. Abhi threatened me and I thought by indulging him, I could avert it. You don't have to worry about him.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And added Inder and his father to the queue. That's one step forward, two steps behind!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet giggled and turned to face me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'You are so gorgeous, Preet,' I said as I kissed her on the lips."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We had experimented with it a few times, but we prefer having sex with men; although sometimes we indulged each other," Nupur explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet kissed me deeply. 'It reminded me of your wedding day as well.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet whispered, 'it was kinky to hear both of them say that I should spread my legs for men from his family. Actually saying it and meaning it too!'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'I am sure your fantasies of a human cow would have come back to you,' I blurted. Preet laughed uncontrollably but agreed by nodding. 'What are you going to do about it?'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I told her that Inder's father was prowling for her. She wondered why she was a magnet for such seedy characters. They still fancied their chances of mounting a married Preet."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'Well, perhaps they have a tradition of elders opening accounts in the family,' I said. 'Shut up, you bitch,' she retorted."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'Tell me what happened?' I urged. 'Nothing. You are right, he wants to open the account. He deserves it! But I am conflicted.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'That's natural. You love Manni now,' I said. 'Isn't he too old for you? Can he even get it up?'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'Age is just a number, my love! And no matter how old the monkey gets, he never stops with his antics. He is more of a man than Abhi,' replied Preet."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'Hmm... You have decided, it seems. Leave it to chance. So, you don't feel guilty!' I said."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'You are soaking wet!' I plunged my finger into her pussy. Preet seethed and stopped me for a moment, but then let me go. I kissed her lips and pushed my tongue into her mouth. Preet held my hand and pressed her pelvis against it. After a minute of fingering, I took out my finger and sucked her juices. She kissed me. Preet was sweltering hot. 'When were your periods?' I asked. She responded, 'I am right in the middle of my fertile period.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'Oh Shit!' Preet showed me her text, 'Busy?' It was from her new lover. My older kid was still with folks in another compartment. 'Let things develop naturally. I will hold up Manni,' I said and rushed out from there."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur's compartment was next to the toilets, but adjoining the 1st AC bogie, where Inder's father had booked up a compartment. Our bogie was on the other side. That corner was empty since thru traffic wasn't allowed in 1st AC bogies. That's why I could romance Preet in that corner for over an hour. Of course, the same applied to Inder's father as well. The two seats opposite their compartment were empty, so it was a perfect rendezvous for such affairs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet waited a few minutes and, stepping out, peeped around the corner. Inder's father was waiting for her. 'Babuji, sorry to keep you waiting,' she said, inviting him in. It was almost 9:00. The train was already running behind schedule, so the food hadn't arrived yet. They sat on the same berth comfortably, next to each other. Someone walked past and recognized Preet. She introduced them to Inder's father as an elderly member of Manni's family."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Fortunately, Preet didn't risk it. After the mundane topics, he asked, 'So, did you see the effects of the tonic on your husband?' Preet blushed and covered her face. 'That was such a mean joke, Babuji.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'You think so? You thought it was a joke?' he said and fished out a small bottle from his pocket, which seemed to contain white liquid. Her face turned deep red and jaw dropped. 'You really mixed it?'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Just then, she got a text. It was from you. 'What happened?' Looking at the earlier text she missed, she understood what you were talking about. 'That was a lovely gift, Preet. I wish it was on my lips, though.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet smiled as she realized that tonic indeed was taking its effect. She texted back, 'You want me to do all the work?' and followed up with another text, 'Riches and treasures are only found by men who pursue them passionately.' If that weren't enough, she added, 'Quite a few men enjoy the charms of even other men's wives by relentlessly pursuing them. You are my lawfully wedded husband, after all!'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'Is that a challenge or a threat?' you texted."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Scooting closer to him, she asked, 'Babuji, did you put it?' He showed the bottle, his chest puffed up with pride. 'Half of it is in those milkshakes. My savings for one day.' It was a 10 ml bottle and even with a conservative assumption of 5ml per ejaculation, he seemed talented for his age."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"They sat facing the main aisle, with their back to the toilets, and right by the aisle with Inder's father taking the aisle seat while she took the middle seat. The curtains were only partly open, effectively shielding them from folks walking from the toilet side. Inder's father could keep an eye coming from the opposite side."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet leaned towards him and, taking the bottle from his hand, inspected it. Her hand landed on his thigh for support. She twisted her upper body and softly whispered, her lips only a few inches from his ear, 'How many such milkshakes can you make?' Her hand crept to his bulge, feeling it. 'I make 1-2 but with someone like you I can easily make 4-5.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'How many can Manni make?' she asked, gaping at him. He smiled. 'It's hard to tell, but 1-2 at his best.' She fondled his bulge and whispered, 'I bet they are not as creamy and tasty.' She leaned forward and kissed him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'Babuji, do you want me to feed this stuff from my vagina to Manni?' she blushed. 'Why?'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She texted you, 'Both.' Babuji contemplated his answer. 'It's the finest way to know if your husband wants to be a cuckold. If he tastes it from your vagina, then he is a cuckold and won't mind your transgressions.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'Are you texting Manni?' he asked. 'Yes Babuji. The tonic is taking its effect,' she giggled."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'Haven't you heard stories of mistaken identity? They often happen in trains. In the dark, noisy compartments hard to tell if it's your husband or not,' she texted."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'Kinky. I didn't think you would be so forthright,' you replied. Preet retorted, 'You lived in the US for a decade, right?'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Babuji lay his hand on her thigh as she continued to text you. Preet was comfortable; she only glanced and said, 'But Babuji. If he catches me, then that would be the end of my marriage.' He said. 'Perhaps, let's have a wager then. You try it out and I will delete the video. And if he doesn't, then I get to do the honors.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet looked at him squarely. 'You are not risking your collateral; you are risking my marriage.' He retorted, 'So, you would choose a vanilla marriage over an adventurous lifestyle.' She smiled. 'No Babuji. I just don't want to be mean to Manni.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She texted, 'Why don't we have food now. We can talk about desserts later.' The next station was approaching. Preet pulled the curtains, turned off the lights and sat in his lap. 'Babuji, you seem to be an expert, but we are amateurs. Let's leave the advanced stuff to a later date.' She kissed him. Preet voraciously sucked on his lips, slobbering over his lips. He squeezed her breasts and exhaled. 'You are heavenly.' Preet continued kissing him. He fondled her butt. 'This ass is fuck worthy!' Between her kisses, she replied, 'Don't even think of it, Babuji. You are too big to fit in that tight hole.' They made out for a few minutes. They stopped when the train came to a standstill."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet joined us for food in our bogie and we spent a good hour together. The men from your family were harassing you by keeping Preet away from you. I could see the passion you had for her. At about 10:00, we returned to our compartment and immediately there was a text from you, 'When do we have deserts? [smiley].' She replied, 'Just finished our dinner. Give it time. You will have indigestion. [smiley].'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She texted, 'Should have said, how presumptuous of you--thinking of scoring fourth base on your first date?'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'It's the duty of man to try,' you wrote. She retorted, 'I like the spirit. Keep on trying [smiley]'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet had captivated me. Earlier it was her beautiful face, her milky white complexion, her tall and shapely figure, but now it was her character - the very essence of who she was as a person. Something about her demeanor that made me long for her. She had that cute effervescence and confidence that captivated everyone.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We set up things for the night. Both the kids were fast asleep, and I too was dozing off. Preet, you, and her new lover were all on a high. Soon after she stepped out texted Inder's father and this time, she headed to his AC bogie, as she was afraid that you would come looking for her anytime."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"After the pleasantries, she sought, 'Babuji, have you proposed any other woman to do the honors?' He responded, 'No. It's rare to find such couples. But I have taken the virginity of a few women. But taking them on their wedding night is a distant possibility.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'How many did you sleep with?' 'Oh 100s, I have not kept a count,' he replied. 'Were there any prostitutes?' He replied, 'Quite a few were, but I mostly pursued married women. Ironically, they were easier to seduce. Most were in their mid-30s and had a couple of children.' Preet eagerly followed up, 'So, few were like me?' He confidently replied, 'Of course not. You are the prettiest and perhaps the most adventurous one.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'You say that to everyone,' she blushed. 'Not at all,' he replied. 'In fact, they don't even expect it from me. They are with me for only one reason and during that, we may have exchanged lust filled pleasantries. Otherwise, they don't want to be seen in my company anywhere else. I have sampled younger women within the first 3 years of their marriage, but you are definitely the hottest one.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'Why did you think it would work with us?' she asked. He calmly replied, 'One can never be sure of such things. All I did was try. You didn't see the video, but still went with the flow. And even now, haven't you done more with me than your husband? You met him a few weeks before meeting me. How did that happen?'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"'Is it time for desserts yet?' you texted. 'Looks like the tonic had a sound effect on him; he wants more of it,' she quipped. Inder's father whispered, 'if that's not sufficient, then he can directly get it from the hose.' Preet shivered hearing him and retorted, 'We are just testing our hypothesis now. Let's not jump to conclusions.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet texted you, 'I am full. Why do you want to meet now?' He replied, 'Desserts are an excuse. I wanted to see if I could curry favors from you.' Preet immediately replied, 'You could have if you had shown me your Bunty when we met [smiley].'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You pleaded, 'Ready now? Maybe we can officially introduce my Bunty to your Babli.' Preet replied, 'So cheap [smiley]. Not a bad idea. Introductions are necessary. So what if it is an arranged marriage? [smiley]'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He said. 'You are such a tease, Preet. Poor Manni, he must be so desperate. Are you meeting him now?' Preet smiled. 'Yes, in 5 minutes.'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He led her to the toilet without asking while Preet texted you to meet in 10 minutes. Inside, he kissed her and carefully anointed her vagina with his stuff from the bottle. Preet shuddered as she understood what he wanted her to do. After a few minutes of intense kissing. He asked her to suck on his dick. She didn't think he would ejaculate so quickly, but obliged. She even lathered his sacs with her saliva."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur wasn't aware of a lot of the conversations that happened between Inder's father and Preet. Preet only clarified what happened behind the scenes. Even then she always teased and I wasn't sure what she shared was the truth or even the entire truth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I knocked on the toilet door. Preet let me in.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You want to play hard to get ha? Does that excite you?" I said, entering the toilet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What do you think?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It was a fair and square exchange - showing your Bunty for my Babli," she argued.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ladies first."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sure - why don't you do the honors?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Kneel, please," she confidently stated.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I knelt down and pulled down her pajamas and then slid down her panties in one swoop, caressing her butt."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It amazed me that Preet had shaved her pussy. Her pussy-lips looked tender and slim; her butt shapely and extremely hot.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't they teach in the US? The best procedure to check a pussy is to smell and taste it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I didn't hesitate and inhaled the musky odor of her pussy. She moved forward and planted her lips right on top of my face, and I licked it eagerly. Was this for real? Is this how we embark on our sexual relationship. It was far more adventurous than what I had imagined. Her pussy tasted amazing; I just didn't know that she filled it with Inder's father's semen. Honestly, I noticed nothing. I loved the smell and taste of her pussy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet moaned as my tongue explored the insides of her pussy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh Manni," she exhaled sensually as she twirled with my hair and caressed my cheeks. There was a point for me to prove and I seriously licked her pussy; I pulled her onto my face; kneaded her butt and shoved my tongue deep into her hole.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet leaked her juices; some of it ran down my chin. I made sloshy sounds as my tongue traced the inner walls of her vagina. She made me eat her for 10 minutes, but she hadn't fully climaxed, even though I was sure that she had shuddered a few times as I homed on her clit.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you like my Babli," she quipped, as she knelt down and inspected my Bunty.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She pulled out my penis, and after kissing on the knob, bit it with her front teeth. I groaned in pain and then she took it into her mouth. It was so soft and wet; an out of the world experience. I hadn't imagined my wife performing oral on me right away. I thought I may have to persuade her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She even reached for my testicles and took them in her mouth. Her warm breath had an amazing effect on genitals. She stroked it a few times and sucked on the knob. There was something about her; the way she sucked on the knob that it pushed me past the edge and I lost control and spewed my semen. To avoid flooding her mouth, I tried to pull back, but Preet held me firmly and let me unload in her mouth. With a loud groan, I ejaculated deep down her throat.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet expertly sucked it all off and, after cleansing my penis, she stood up. She was smiling because I was in such a state of shock. She had sucked me to completion and even swallowed it all.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She laughed and hugged me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh Manni, I love you so much," she said and latched onto my lips. She was such a passionate woman and, forgetting that I was tasting my semen, I kissed her. We kissed for a good 5 minutes, remarking about the weirdness of our first experience.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Didn't think this is how we would introduce them," I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"They have not been introduced yet," she said, mocking me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You talked about kissing on the lips, right? I thought that's what we were doing."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I laughed. Pulled her into my arms and kissed her again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As we bid goodbyes, she teased, "although I have touched your Bunty, I have not felt it inside. So, if something were to happen, I wouldn't know it is you or someone else."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet was a desirable woman. She had surely got me hooked. I wanted to be with her; savor every part of her body. She carried herself in a way that made her irresistible.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Since I had ejaculated, I had lost the opportunity to mount her that night. If I had kept my erection, perhaps Preet would have considered having intercourse with me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was clear, though, that Preet wanted to explore his theory. She had almost no reason to succumb to him, but she did. She was drawn to him primarily because of the audacity he showed in pursuing her at that juncture of her life, where almost every woman would turn down such proposals. It wasn't as if she didn't resist, but she knew she could not have resisted him for long. He was Inder's father and periodically visited him in the US, and during those visits he could seduce her, anyway. He had convinced her of his virility.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's enough for one evening, I suppose," Nupur said. "Let things stay in suspense for a few days."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nupur..." I pleaded. "I don't have a few days; we will be on our way tomorrow."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't worry, before you return to the US, you shall have your curiosity satisfied."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was almost midnight. So, we bid our goodbyes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sexually aroused, I wondered if Preet would indulge me. A few hours' sleep should suffice for her. The original plan was to meet her at the wedding. The detour, however, was fruitful, and I would have surely regret missing it. I lay next to her and fondled her body. Preet ignored me but let me rub my penis against her butt. She was listless and partly awake. I continued fondling her body, hoping to get rewarded. After about 10 minutes of futile effort, she turned to me and said, "Relieve yourself and go to sleep?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I kissed her lips. "I was doing just that." She had woken up from a 3-hour sleep and even before that she was almost dozing off for an hour before we had our dinner. Her mild-stale breath was alluring. I kissed her. She didn't reciprocate, but let me play with her lips. My desperation was obvious.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why let other men take me, if you are so desperate?" she sighed, waking up from her slumber.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You deserve it," I quipped. "Perhaps a lot more than what you are getting." She returned my kiss and, sensing an opportunity, I got on top of her and nestled between her legs. We had kissed with our morning breaths but it was a cursory kiss but tonight she kissed me deeply; pushed her tongue into my mouth. Nupur's narration had fired me up. In the dark, my heightened senses allowed me to feel every inch of her body. She was a large woman, and I realized why I wasn't able to cover--as in mount--her well. I caressed and fondled her limp body.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you love it, Manni?" she asked in her raspy voice.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"To make do with leftovers?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You want to be a cuckold," she said, latching onto my lips and kissing me. I was enjoying our foreplay. Her warm body was so alluring. Feeling her after a break of a week had fired up my libido. Seeing her used by two studs threw me over the top. I wanted to make love with that perused body of hers. But Preet didn't allow me to see her naked body. It was another reminder of my cuckold status.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What happened at the farmhouse?" I asked between the kisses. She languidly kissed and continued to moan. I loved how she was responding to my dry humping. Preet still partly asleep, spoke in monosyllables.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"They fucked me!" she exhaled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Treated your wife like a whore," she said, clicking her tongue in frustration, and adjusted herself under me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"After a 2-hour long marathon where they double tagged me, they took turns with me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"2-hours!" I blurted as I continued pushing my pelvis into her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I hardly slept 2-hours. They mounted me indiscriminately--8-hours of non-stop fucking--with no preparation."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet was awake and sexually aroused. Her dulled senses from the previous night's adventure didn't allow her to climax. A good 10 minutes had passed and Preet seemed to get disinterested in it. She got a text from Abhi.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Abhi wants to have me now," she said. Her eyes wide-awake.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Does he know I am here?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He thinks you are sleeping."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you want your wife to entertain her ex-boyfriend?" she asked, looking at me with her pretty eyes; almost pleading.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do I get to watch?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No way Manni. He will think you are queer. Besides, we can't turn on any lights."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She didn't wait for my approval. She freshened herself up. After 5 minutes, she came out wearing her one-piece, short Maxie, that she often wore at home. Smiling, she moved to the bed and held my chin and kissed me on my lips. "Don't make any noise. Abhi should not know about your complicity." Her fresh breath hit me hard. She preferred to greet her lover with fresh breath--anything will do for husband.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Where will you do it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"On the sofa, if it happens."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur's sofa was actually a divan (backless sofa) so was perfect for having sex. It was by the kitchen wall. The living area and the two bedrooms were on either side of the kitchen. You pass through kitchen to reach the bedrooms. So, I could only watch them from the kitchen. Fortunately, there was a small window that was used to hand over tea trays and snacks. I chose that place to watch them. It would be on one end of the divan.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet inspected herself in the mirror. She looked attractive, but tired. She tidied her hair and checked her breath with her hand, and waved me goodbye. I tiptoed behind her into the kitchen and waited for her to open the door. She had taken a water bottle along with her. Preet cautiously opened the door and let him in. The heavy iron gate outside the door made a lot of noise. She dragged it in but didn't bolt it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet shushed him and led into the living room away from the main corridor that connected the living room and the bedrooms. Abhi latched onto her lips and chewed on them. She unbuckled his trousers and knelt in front of him and took his phallus in her mouth. Because of a small light that was by the door meant to illuminate the corridor, I could make out their actions. She bobbed her head furiously on his stiff rod for a couple of minutes and then sucked on his testicles. Abhi could not contain himself and moaned in response to the pleasant sensations. She kept on sucking him. I thought they would indulge in a quickie, but it seems they both changed their minds.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">About 7 minutes later (I was keeping time), she invited him to the divan to mount her. She slid aside the gusset of her pantie and guided his penis inside. She groaned loudly as he bottomed inside of her without warning. Within moments he started fucking her and, just as expected, Preet shuddered with her orgasm, perhaps at the 2-minute mark. Abhi covered her lips with his and stifled her loud moans. They settled into a steady rhythm and Abhi asked, "Aren't you worried?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Manni is asleep. Tired from a long journey."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are so hot, Preet," he exhaled. "I wish I had married you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She kissed him. Softly moaned as his pelvis rubbed against her clit. She was having trouble taking his weight as he was resting his body on her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Your husband doesn't know?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shut up Abhi. Enjoy the fruits; don't wonder where they come from!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet's ragged breathing confirmed that she was inching towards her second climax. Checking the clock had confirmed that 20 minutes had passed with the actual intercourse lasting over 12 minutes. I admired these men who could control their ejaculations for such long durations. Preet invariably climaxed twice with them. Even with me, she would climax at least once and if not, I would go down on her and help.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I wish you were living here. I could meet you regularly," he quipped.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And have me divorced."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Now hurry," she seethed. I heard her intense moans; it felt surreal hearing them, standing only 3 feet away. It was a mixture of exhaustion and pleasure. Bearing his weight and the pleasure he was giving her. She obviously contained herself. Preet would be vocal and show that she was enjoying it. It happened more so when I was eating out. They both seem to edge and I heard Abhi groan and thrust harder; heard the loud slapping sound of their bodies for a moment, but Preet contained him. And letting out a guttural sound, he ejaculated inside her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh god! You are hosing me!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"My last chance to impregnate you," he whispered, collapsing on top of him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He lay motionless on top of her for a few minutes. Preet breathed sign of relief as he lifted his body off her. She pulled the gusset back to avoid wetting the divan. She took his spent penis in her mouth and cleaned it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hurry now," she said as she led him to the door. Abhi kissed on her cheek and stepped out. Preet carefully latched the metal door and then closed the door. She saw me standing at the kitchen door as she turned around. I rushed to her and kissed her. She kissed me back, giving me a taste of Abhi's semen. It was faint; wouldn't have noticed if I wasn't conscious of it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you enjoy the show?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Very much," I said leading her to the same divan. I continued kissing her softly as I hugged her body tightly. Preet ragged breathing established that she was nervous, and that it was an unusual experience for her. I nuzzled her neck and fondled her breasts, and with little ado, I knelt in front of her, at the very place where she knelt half-hour before, kissing her breasts and her stomach. Preet trembled. I heard her heart beat wildly as I rested my head on her breasts. She was holding her breath; her tummy shivered as I kissed it. My hands caressed her shapely calves and gradually crept up to her butt. Preet faintly prayed, "Manni, No..." It sounded as if she was urging me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I boldly lifted her maxi and drew her crotch towards my face. The powerful stench of semen hit my nose. I wasn't sure if I could even bear it, but it strongly stimulated me. Preet fondled my hair and played with it; inviting me to take that bold step. I positioned my face right under her crotch and invited her to step over. As she stepped across my shoulder, the sticky stuff that permeated across the thin gusset fabric touched my nose. Strong odor of their juices was now swirling in my nostrils. Never in my life was I so intensely aroused by the odor of her pussy. Holding my head back with her hand, she squarely planted her pussy on my lips--still covered with her pantie. I darted my tongue out and flicked it across her gusset. Preet loudly moaned. It felt strange in my mouth but tasted mostly okay; there was a bitter tinge to it. She guided me to the divan, and I instinctively knew what she wanted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I lay on the divan, Preet straddled my head and lowered her snatch on my face. She rubbed it over my lips; most of the sticky stuff got smeared on my snout. And then she slid aside her gusset, and I felt the stench hit my nostrils. I submerged the tip of my nose between her lips. The intense odor had taken hold of me now. I craved it. I wanted to taste their lust filled juices. My tongue thrusted and sunk into her sloppy hole. It was a humiliating and erogenous experience; that I had not imagined or craved for. It was always Preet's persistent moans in my fantasies. For the first time I had this urge to sample it. Her dilated pussy-lips loosely enveloped my tongue and as she settled down, a bunch of the thick substance descended directly into my oral cavity. The odor was intense, the taste mildly acerbic, but it was an intensely erotic experience. As she squeezed her cunt, a huge load dripped into my mouth. His semen wasn't as thick as mine, but there was plenty. It was easily twice as much.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I proceeded licking and cleaning her out. She didn't stop even after it was clean. Preet had another orgasm in perhaps 10 minutes, but it wasn't as intense.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you fantasize about eating me like that?" she asked as we settled into bed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not really, but I wondered how it would taste. It's okay. But it was an intensely carnal experience."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What about you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It is a humiliating experience and although I craved it, I didn't want to coerce you into it. I am glad it did not repulse you. Abhi speculates about your complicity in this. That's why he was so worked up and pumped me with a lot of his semen."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Exhausted and satisfied, Preet lay calmly. In the bedside light, I could see the glow on her face. We had scaled yet another peak in our relationship. I understood many things about this alternative lifestyle. Abhi ejaculated twice as much, according to her, and it was primarily because he was screwing her in the same apartment while I slept in the bedroom. This knowledge fueled his desire to impregnate her and perhaps leave enough of his semen inside for me to find out about her illicit mating. Most of Preet's matings happened while I was very much around; it was rarely ever when I was away from her. This awareness that they were boning a young wife while her husband was in the same home made their ejaculations intense, which also helped Preet climax more frequently and intensely.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur was not finished with her story. Some of it happened behind my back. Preet clarified I wouldn't get much of sex during this trip but after attending our relative's wedding we were planning to take a 3 night/4 day trip on "Palace on Wheels." It was to celebrate our first anniversary. I wondered what it meant, given that Preet had disallowed me from intercourse. As these thoughts swirled through my mind, I dozed off.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Chapter 5 - Inder's father consummates Manni's marriage.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet warned me that whatever stories Nupur may feed me were not entirely true. She had a penchant for storytelling and exaggerates things to suit her purposes. Enjoy them, but don't take them seriously; she doesn't know the entire story and should not know it. It surprised me that Preet was aware of our private conversations and wondered if she knew about us having sex as well. Preet, however, told me it was Inder's father who romanced her on the train, on the way back to Delhi. She discouraged me from prying out details, but seemed to answer my pointed questions. She confirmed that Inder's father blackmailed her and got physical with her on the train.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My fantasies of Inder's father with her, although rare, were the most intense. Inder's father was well built, had served in the Army during his younger years, but rose a little in ranks and left after a decade. He had a regiment to keep himself fit. He had married pretty early, as was common in those days, and hence was only 17 years elder to Inder. So, he was 57 years old at the time of our marriage, but he looked a lot younger, perhaps like a man in his 40s. In fact, quite a few mentioned he looked like Inder's elder brother.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He was a tall man. Standing at 6' 1", he was 3 inches taller than Inder. He was similar in complexion to Inder, but considerably tanned. Still, he wasn't as dark as a black man; perhaps shy of 3/4th mark between a pale and black complexion. He didn't smoke but consumed alcohol in moderate proportions. Women were his biggest vice; he had an urge to pursue them, especially the married ones. Although he visited prostitutes, it was only as a last recourse. Last, he was a Hindu Brahmin but very unlike one.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I couldn't sleep well that night as my sexual excitement kept on bothering me. I woke up to the sounds of someone in the living room and saw that Nupur was awake. It was 4:00. She latched onto my lips and I felt her stale breath. She pushed me down on the divan and straddled my pelvis and unceremoniously shoved my stiff penis into her snatch. Her pussy was much loose, but wasn't as lubricated as Preet's. I pushed against her and fucked her. We both were already on the edge and it took 5 minutes for us to climax. Even as I ejaculated in her, I knew that my session with Preet the previous night ranked higher. Even though she didn't allow me to penetrate her. Inhaling her body odor and feeling the warmth of body while grinding my pelvis against hers gave me much more pleasure than the actual intercourse with Nupur.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur's talk about Farhan being the only one to have her pussy was baseless. I knew Nupur liked me and would have happily married me, as the cuckolding lifestyle enthralled her. She too could have sampled other men, but believed she couldn't compete with Preet. Preet was far better in every respect for this alternative lifestyle.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur was persuading me to steer Preet away from her husband. Even though Preet enjoyed sex with Farhan, I didn't think he was foremost in her mind. I believed it was Inder or his father, based on my new findings. I had met Inder's father several times, but that was before our marriage and as my cuckold tendencies had taken shape, even before my marriage, I considered him to be a worthy candidate even though Inder ranked higher in my mind, perhaps because of his age. However, Inder's father didn't visit the US after our marriage and given the backstory, it seems surprising that he didn't.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet always had an open mind and adventurous streak. Although she was conservative, at least outwardly, she felt women naturally attracted men. Societal norms prohibited the union of unmarried men and women, but nature had no such restrictions. During the early few months of our marriage, when the subject of other men ogling women came up, she told me, "It's natural, Manni. What is taboo excites everyone. It shouldn't be surprising if they get into bed with married women. It happens; perhaps a lot more than we like to admit."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She had brought up the subject of middle-aged men (45+) who could impregnate women but were paired with older women who had lost their charm. This was more common in Indian settings as women after marriage don't take as much care of their bodies as they should. And she herself had mentioned pairing a younger woman with a middle-aged man and an older woman with a younger man was a panacea for this epidemic. Maybe that's why she didn't fall for Sunny. He didn't qualify as a strong, virile man, as in her mind they were older men. Or perhaps she knew his wife was young and pretty and hence he didn't need this concession.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet's libido was strong, which I always knew, but hearing about her session with Farhan and Abhi had shaken me. Abhi had fucked her 3 times and Farhan 2 more times and each session lasted an average of an hour. It still was only 7 hours. She was exaggerating, but not purposely. What count's is the sense of time one has in such situations. Preet was active throughout that period with brief breaks of 15-30 minutes while Abhi and Farhan alternated. Neither of them spent any time on eating her but expected her to fellate them on every occasion. She was tired because of this hard-work; of course she loved doing it. No wonder she relished my tongue after Abhi left last night. She perhaps missed it the previous night.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was apparent that a normal lifestyle was not possible, and that she had to have steady sex partners on the side.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nupur suggested, "There are different ways to live this lifestyle-the best is to keep things open with no boundaries or conditions attached except for maintaining discretion."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Inder & his father would prove to be more suitable than you think. Inder lives nearby and his father visits him a few times a year. Between the two, they keep her satisfied for a few years before any sort of monotony sets in."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"With no checks, Inder may as well marry her. He prefers his women young and Anju no longer qualifies as one," I retorted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I had no such thoughts before urging Preet on spreading her legs but the more I had heard about her past, the more insecure I had become and now that I had ejaculated, only half-hour ago, I was in my senses to understand the real danger.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shut up Manni," she countered. "Preet loves you and would never leave you for anyone."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are such a considerate husband. What would she gain by leaving you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You wanted her to stay home and not work anymore," she continued. "That understanding would help her enjoy sex with them any time she wishes."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How would a father-son duo make sense of such a relationship?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's strange, but not uncommon. There are hundreds of stories of father-in-laws breeding their son's wife. In fact, Inder's father may have misbehaved with Anju, and she must have not liked it. That's why they two don't get along and Inder's father rarely ever stays long with him. Even while visiting him, he prefers to stay by himself."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I wondered how she knew so much about them. Preet had definitely confided in Nupur. Still, Preet had become reserved about such topics and advised me to keep my mouth shut as well.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's a good idea," she said. "Why don't you offer to have Inder's father stay with you folks during his visits?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hmm... Inder talked about this challenge. His father staying at our home, although odd, may not seem out of place."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The TV was on in the background and it seems the COVID pandemic had formally announced itself. The western countries, including the US, were in a lockdown. It had been developing in the past few days, but more important things were on our mind to pay attention to the news. Nupur had suggested that we skip the relative's wedding, although we were keen on attending it. We also had our anniversary trip we were looking forward to.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"With these restrictions, don't think it's happening soon," I added.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anju called me on my cell phone. It was pretty early, but since she called, I thought it was important. She advised me of the evolving situation. Just as we left the country, the borders were closed and things got worse. It meant that we couldn't travel back until further notice. Living in a populated area was risky, as it was contagious. Preet had a big house, but it was in a populated area, hence deemed a little risky. Alarm bells hadn't gone off in India and folks were ignoring it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It seems we are stuck for a while. Anju is recommending that we quarantine ourselves to stay safe."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, my cousins have been sharing such messages on WhatsApp," said Nupur.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"First, I am not even sure about this. Second, Preet parents live in that house. It would be such a gross thing if they ever find it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What's the ruckus?" asked Preet. She woke up from her slumber and joined us in the living room. It was a little past 6:00.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We can't go back to the US due to travel restrictions put in place," I said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh," she replied, yawning. "It doesn't seem the virus has reached here."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"When can we fly back?" she asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't know. It can take weeks or even months."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hmm.." She walked to the bathroom to freshen up. Nupur started making tea and as I reached her, I said, "Doesn't seem like she even noticed."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's Preet for you. She is calm in every situation."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We stayed at Nupur's place for another day and headed to Preet's place the following day. The morning passed pretty quickly. Preet and I enjoyed our afternoon siesta. Even Nupur wanted to take a brief break. We got time to contemplate on the quandary. I enquired about our anniversary trip tickets and found that the trip was still on. We had a few more days to decide. Our little one was suckling on her tit when I hugged from behind and fondled her body.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I touched her nipple and played with it. She didn't mind sexually touching her when she was breastfeeding. Preet usually felt excited by the thought of breastfeeding. True that her maternal instinct to comfort child differed from these emotions, but she knew that sex was an integral part of her life and such fetishes played a role in it. I fondled her tit and honed in on her nipple. Fiddling with it; twiddling it between my thumb and index finger. Tugging on it. Preet responded to my actions and soon she seethed, pointing her toes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I reached across and took it in my mouth. As a steady stream of her milk flowed into my mouth, she exhaled; squirmed in her bed, unsettled by the pleasant sensations she was feeling.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you breastfeed Anju's older child?" I asked. Anju's son was only 1-year-old and her daughter was a little over 3 years old.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I nibbled on her nipple and played with it. Draining her milk but sexually working her up. Nupur's kids were almost the same age, so I asked, "Nupur's children?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Farhan fucked me while I was feeding his younger one."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You like that?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She nodded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What about Inder's elder son?" I asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She seethed and, soaking those sensations, lazily said, "He is awaiting his turn but will have to wait until he comes of age."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why? What happened?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The story about the episode with our neighbor's son may have reached Inder's son. He was already adventurous and tried his luck several times. Preet would as usual silently push his hand away but on that evening when visited Inder's place for dinner, he too was present for a little while. He grabbed her from behind a few times and kissed on her neck. Usually she would warn him, but on that day she simply blushed really that he was turning out to be a man after all.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He takes after his grandfather," she said. I didn't quite understand what she was hinting at, but before I asked her to clarify, she asked, "Manni, are you still serious about this? About sharing with me other men? Living this lifestyle?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You should have experienced some of it already now. Does it still excite you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Very much Peet. I don't want us to go back to our normal lives."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Doesn't it bother you that so many things happened behind your back?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No. I wish I had known these things, so I could have enjoyed it as well."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She laughed and slapped me on my back.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That's when she started narrating about what happened after our engagement. Part of it I have already elaborated in the previous chapter. Now we continue the rest of the story.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It conflicted Preet. I had failed the test and in good faith she should let him do the honors. It reminded her of her mother's advice. Preet and her mother were quite close as there wasn't much age difference between them. For most people, she could have passed as Preet's elder sister. Preet controlled herself until her 21st birthday, but after that she fell for Abhi. When her mother learned that Preet was sexually active and that he had clicked a few objectionable pictures of Preet, she got upset. Preet's mother was mature to understand that such things are not that easy to control at that age and hence instead of reprimanding her, she helped her understand on how to manage such things. Apart from the usual guidance on using your hand, she also suggested that she learn the art of giving blowjobs. Men loved them and wouldn't get many in an Indian context because of the conservative nature of the society. It also meant that she could have vaginal intercourse, as that was a sure way of having other issues.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Over the years, Preet also learned that men always covet women, but that she doesn't have to yield to all those men. She is taking a risk when she engages in sexual activity with a man, whether it is before her marriage or after. So, the reward had to be commensurate with the risk. Love and sex were different in Preet's mind already, which her mother's guidance reinforced. When the topic of extra-marital sex came up, she told her of the sort of men it would be worth risking sex with. They were the confident, trustworthy, well-equipped, and pursued them without fear. Only such alpha male were worthy of experimenting with. In her mind, Abhi was not that sort of guy and hence it was not worth wasting too much energy on him. In a conservative society, options are limited and often one has to make do with something less than what you deserve.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It started dawning on her that Inder's father was the alpha male her mother was mentioning. It was perhaps this knowledge that allowed her to not resist to his sexual advance. She instinctively understood that only such bold men can push the boundaries and, according to the nifty techniques she had gathered, she could imagine that he had decent sized equipment as well.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet needed to relax, to contemplate on her next move. She had received no text from him, even though it was already past 11:30. She wondered if he would accost her and didn't feel that she should present herself in such an unclean state. She wanted to be fresh for him. As she mulled over her next step while taking the shower, she realized the dice were already rolled for her. Inder's father could have consummated her marriage at the wedding hall itself. She didn't have a choice then--he gave her a choice. He didn't have to wager with her, which was yet another choice. If her fate was to not sleep with him on her wedding night, then perhaps things would have turned out differently in that toilet when she met me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She wore a simple Salwar Kameez and a black bindi for makeup and stepped out of the toilet. The bogie was deserted. She tiptoed back to her compartment and picked up her transparent scarf that she had used to cover her head and face in the marriage. It was 12:00. There was still no text from her new lover. Did he sleep? Was all this preparation in vain? He had texted her the compartment he was in, so she could visit him. Not sure of her next move, she paced the corridor and then, mustering courage, she headed to his compartment.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet saw that the light in his compartment was on. Inder's father hadn't pursued hard, but the intensity with which he had approached her left little doubt that he wanted her. Even now he was playing the role of a perfect alpha male, who doesn't show desperation. Aware of his capabilities, he expects the females to solicit him. She was about to knock when she thought, what if he wasn't alone? and also noticed someone approaching from the corridor? So, she walked past his compartment and waited at the other end for a few minutes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She then texted, "Babuji, are you asleep?" A few moments later, she got his response. "No waiting for your reply. Did he like the milkshake?" Preet wondered how to respond when she got another one. "When delivered from a natural vessel, it is simply irresistible!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, he liked the taste of my Babli," she responded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh Babli is it? How is his Bunty? Did you like it? How does it compare to my Babu?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"There is no comparison!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"My Babu made a tasty milkshake by just imagining you; what could happen if both Babli and Babu made it together?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's a strange quandary. Don't know if it's right?" she texted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What you choose to justify is 'right.' And it changes with time. What may seem wrong now may just be the right thing when you look back."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet knew that the moment was near. The virginity that she had treasured for her husband belonged to him. Only such a man could do justice to her beauty. She walked to his compartment. After about 5 minutes of wait, there was another text from him, "What happened?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am thinking," she texted back.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why don't we think together?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Alright, open the door then," she texted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He opened the door and there she stood in front of him, dressed in that red Salwar Kameez with a transparent veil covering her face. Her pretty face without the makeup shone like a bright moon in that dark corridor. He pulled her in after a moment and closed the door.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"An Apsara (maiden) from the heavens in my humble abode," he whispered as he lifted her veil. He lifted her beautiful face by her chin and admired her beauty. Preet had not looked at him yet. She raised her eyelids and looked at the old man, who was in awe of her beauty. His dark lips quivered; his nostrils flared, showing that he was having trouble breathing. He soaked in her beauty. Preet's pale complexion without makeup was a sight no man could ever resist. Earlier in the day, Preet had masked her pale complexion with makeup; she wanted a bit of olive tinge to her complexion instead of the bland white complexion that, according to her, didn't look great in Indian bridal wear.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He planted his lips on hers. Preet's fresh breath was so inviting for him. He sucked on her lips, savored it as if it was his prized possession. Preet stood there and reciprocated. His natural odor of his body, devoid of any scents, drew her. He took her in his arms, into his tight embrace, and she understood what it meant to be grabbed by a man. His body fully enveloped hers. She parted her lips and kissed him. His dark, rough, parched lips had a strange allure. His breath was earthly, natural, and his tongue rough. His lips brushed past her cheek, and his beard tickled her face. He nuzzled her, and she knew he was fawning over her. She pulled his face back and latched onto his lips again. It was an intense but delicate kiss. Taking their time to feel their tongues, lips, their breaths and their bodies. The kiss lasted well over 5 minutes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That was an amazing sight. You, standing there in your bridal wear. Only thing missing was the milk glass," he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was customary for Indian wives to bring a glass of fortified milk for their new husbands on the first night. The intention clearly was to give the husband a boost of energy so that they have a night filled with passion.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet blushed and hid her face in his chest. She whispered, "We only have an hour. That would have kept me here until morning."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He kissed her again and led her to the berth. His compartment was surprisingly tidy; made bed, clothes on the hanger, reading glasses and a book on the table. He stood there in his ordinary pajamas, unprepared for the occasion. She had read him as an alpha male and didn't expect him to show off. He approached and once again she locked lips with him. She pulled him in and caressed his butt; apart from kissing her, he did nothing. She caressed his chest and kissed his neck. He fondled her breast and showered small kisses on her face. Her hand crept to his bulge, and she slowly fondled her prized possession.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She moaned as she felt his flaccid penis that still was a marvel in that state. She knew very well even in that floppy state it could beat my erect Bunty. He traced her lips with his tongue as she grasped his manhood. Preet's juices flowed. He latched onto her lips as she aligned his member with her crotch.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He lifted her Kameez and Preet raised her arms as he took it off her. Preet's upper half exposed, except for her breasts that were wrapped in a flimsy brassiere. He marveled at her slender body and majestic breasts. He pulled on the knot of Kameez and it crumpled by her feet. She naturally twirled around as he tugged on her shoulder. Preet, still uncomfortable with her semi-naked body, obliged and flaunted her body.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Preet, you are a model," he said as he inspected her tall, exquisitely shaped figure. Preet smiled and waited for him to suck in her beauty. She posed a little, gaining confidence, paraded herself and then pranced back and kissed him. He unsnapped her brassiere in a flash. Preet took a step back and let him inspect her magnificent breasts. They were out of the world and an amazing feast for eyes. Round, full, milky white with large, light colored areolas.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"These are amazing," he said, fondling them. He sat on the berth and buried his face in her breasts, softly kissing her mounds. He sucked on the soft skin of breasts. The pale white skin of hers had captivated him. He licked her areolas, feeling the bumpy skin around her nipples. Preet moaned and shivered as his lips contacted her nipples. He flicked his tongue across her pea-sized nipples. He swirled his tongue around her nipple and took it in his mouth. Preet pulled his face into her bust. Breasts were an erogenous zone for her; especially her nipples. Touching them easily aroused her. That's why she would struggle to contain her sexual excitement when men groped her instead of fighting back. Preet continually moaned as he feasted on her nipples. Only if he had known that these would feed his grandchildren one day.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He pulled her on the berth. She laid down and waited for him to join her. He touched her large breasts that had drooped to the sides. As her wide hips beckoned him, he looked at them admiringly. "You have amazingly wide hips, meant for delivering a lot of children. And breasts to feed them." Preet's sultry gaze transfixed on his bulge. She fondled it, imagining it planting his seed inside her. He removed his old-fashioned, loose vest elderly men wear under their shirts. She saw his muscular upper half that was covered with gray hair. He was a fit man; she saw some weight on his midriff, a clear sign that age was catching up with him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She pulled him towards and nuzzled his crotch in a simple act of desperation. He knew Preet was enamored by his large phallus. She inhaled that manly, musky odor of his as she mouthed his cock. He touched her naked belly and fondled it; fingered her belly button. He pushed his hands into her pantie and massaged her vulva. Preet moaned in response. The flimsy pantie wasn't much of resistance, but he wanted to see her naked pussy. The rough skin of his fat fingers rubbed against her tender lips. She was clean shaven and he could see the thin slit; giving away that she was likely a virgin. They were deep red and not dark, as is usual for Indian women. They felt slippery. It seemed like she was ready to mate. He leaned forward and pushed his tongue into her vagina. Preet moaned as she felt his rough tongue on her pussy. He was still standing by the berth, and Preet continued to fondle his bulge. It was becoming erect and more rigid.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He kept on licking her fresh vagina. She didn't think he would taste her vagina. It was not an alpha male trait in her mind, but then neither was she an ordinary woman, as he had described. She loved his tongue as it explored her pussy lips and the inside. He pushed his tongue to the bottom of her pussy and pushed deep inside. Preet pushed her pelvis against his tongue, encouraging him to push it even further. He retreated and sucked on her clit. Preet was ultra sensitive and sucking on her clit always made her horny. She exhaled and squirmed on the berth as Inder's father worked on her clit. He pushed one of his fingers in and Preet was delirious and lifted her butt, encouraging him. He pushed his middle finger deep inside and rubbed her clit with thumb.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh...." she exhaled as the pleasant sensations rippled through her body.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She grabbed and pulled his butt towards her. He climbed on the bed and straddled chest. Preet fondled and kissed his butt. Sliding her hand into his boxer shorts, she massaged his cock, which inflated to its normal proportions. She nuzzled his butt and mouthed his large testicles. He was busy fingering and massaging her clit, which was egging her towards her orgasm. She pulled on the rubber band and he helped her by lifting his leg. His black, naked butt was right in front of her. It was littered with graying hair. She marveled at his dangling cock, but her eyes were on his large, hairy testicles. They were the size of large tomatoes. She kissed his butt and nibbled on his testicles, inhaling the pungent, musky odor of his anus. Her nose shoved up his puckered hole as she licked his sacs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In her way, she wanted to pleasure them, knowing very well that they were the source of his seed. His tongue was driving her crazy, and she returned the favor by lathering his testicles with her saliva. Sucking on them, caressing them, fondling them. She thought of them as the large testicles of a breeding bull, not like my balls, which were like that of a neutered bull.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After 5 minutes of it, she pushed her tongue into his dark hole. He reacted to her tongue by stopping his act. Preet knew he liked it and she kept on licking it. This encouraged him to lean back and offer her anus to lick. Preet urged him to squat over her face as she continued to lick him. Her hand fondled his testicles and his large appendage. She stroked it to make it erect. Her tongue on his anus was working, and she felt his penis become hard, like a rock. She could feel the coarse veins that were puffed up with blood. Preet must have licked for well over 5 minutes before taking his penis into her mouth. He collapsed on the seat while Preet turned around and took his member in her mouth. She suckled on it for a few more minutes and then invited him to mount her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was her most prized possession. The gigantic cock she had touched and felt. It was a tad smaller than her favorite dildo Marcus, but she loved the feel of his flesh and the warmth of a real penis, which Marcus lacked. The intense odor of his genitals was also egging her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They had indulged each other for 45 minutes and now it was time for the actual ceremony. Preet shivered as she expected his enormous cock invading her tight pussy. Preet cleaned herself up and slept, expecting him to climb onto the bed again. Her heightened sensations made her aware of everything. The sweat on her body made her feel cold. As he climbed on the berth, she heard the creaking sound of it and as he took position on top of her, she understood the moment had arrived.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He rubbed his thick sausages against her pussy lips. Preet moaned as a shiver ran down her spine. She looked at him as he grinned and kissed her lips.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Relax," he said. "It's meant for women like you." She felt his stiff member and aligned it at the entrance. Preet was nervous and stopped her breathing. He nudged it in and she groaned. The knob met with little resistance from her slippery lips. Preet was much more ready than she thought. Her lubricating juices had prepared her to mate with the breeding bull. He prodded a few times and when Preet lifted her pelvis, urging him to push it in, he drove it in. She let out a loud groan as half of it was lodged in. Preet tried to stop him but he didn't retreat and started stroking her. This was just the friction she needed, and she lifted her bum and pulled his penis into her. He helped, and she was impaled on his gigantic penis.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ahh..." she let out a loud groan. She held him in the same position for a moment to experience that moment. stretched by his cock. It was enough for him to rest on top of her and grind his pelvis on top of her. He had a way to fuck her with quick strokes that drove her wild. His body rubbing against her clit while his big member hardly ever leaving the cavity. His weight on her body made her feel as if she was getting bred by a real bull. As he gained momentum, Preet inched towards her orgasm and soon she shuddered with her climax.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He was elated and started his vigorous thrusting.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Babuji, fuck me..." she encouraged</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet squirmed under him. His powerful thrusts pushed her up and now her head kept on pushing against the wall. The sheer difference in their body weights had made it even more intense. Preet was a little over 60kgs while he was close to 100 kgs. She was pushing hard against him, urging him to fuck her hard. He needed little encouragement, but he needed a brief respite and so, once again, settled on top of her, pinning her under his weight. She started kissing him, offering her tongue to suck on and pushing her tongue into his mouth. Her hands caressed his butt. She fondled his testicles and even nudged his anus.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Just then I texted her, "Was embarrassed to text you right away. Should we give it another try?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is he getting desperate to mount you?" he asked. Sexually aroused, she didn't even pay attention to it, but his question forced her to check it. She looked at it and said, "he is asking for another chance to prove his virility."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Tell him there is no need. Someone is already impregnating you." She kept the phone aside and kissed him. He had conquered Preet. How could a 57-year-old man give more pleasure than a 29-year-old man was beyond her understanding? She felt blessed to be mating with a real breeding bull right when she was in her fertile period. He lifted himself up and started with his powerful thrusts once again. There was an animalistic energy in his thrusts as their bodies collided. She knew he would inundate her with semen and there was no way for her to avoid getting pregnant. Preet was inching towards another orgasm and she was now matching his thrusts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Fuck me Babuji," she exhaled. "Make me your slut!'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She caressed his body, lost in lust for him. I sent another text to her at that moment, "Are you asleep?" They ignored it and continued their fucking. As he inched towards his orgasm, Preet shuddered with hers too and a few moments later he thrust deep into her and collapsed on top of her. He groaned as spurt after spurt he deposited his seed deep in her. Both of them were sweating. He had fucked her for over 20 minutes, with the entire session lasting a little more than an hour.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She kissed his cheeks and let him rest on top of her as his semen drained into her womb. After a couple of minutes, he got up. Preet eagerly took his spent penis in her mouth and cleaned it. She dressed herself and checked the phone.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You get to feed it fresh to him now," he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No way Babuji, he will taste it and if he misses that, he will notice my dilated pussy," she replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Was asleep; it's late. Why don't you sleep," she texted me back.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Can't sleep now," I replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nupur can wake up. She just dozed off."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did you enjoy it?" asked Inder's father. He laid back on the berth to catch his breath. She laid next to him, laying her chin on his chest, she said, "That was incredible."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you happy that I did the honors?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She blushed and said, "Yes. I presume this is your first time to take someone on their wedding night?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, although I had a few of them before their wedding."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How many married women have you impregnated?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Four women. I have half-a-dozen illegitimate children. Three of them are with a daughter-in-law of a relative. I would guess I may have impregnated a few more women but can't be sure."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am on the pill," she said, kissing him. "One more would have been added to that list, otherwise."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Thank you Babuji. I have to take your leave now."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Even though I was desperate, I didn't bug her that night and neither did Preet text me. We only met the next morning. Preet dozed off soon after she finished narrating the story leaving me to nurse my hard-on. Nupur and I chatted more late in the afternoon. She told me that Preet was gone again in the early morning that night for another hour. Preet was uncomfortable sharing her desperation with me. I believed Nupur because I knew Preet had a voracious appetite for sex and as risky as it sounds, I knew she wouldn't have shunned another chance to mate with him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Since morning that day, Preet didn't even kiss me or let me kiss her. Our afternoon session was intense I tried to grind my pelvis against hers in order to get her excited and it worked her up but she steadfastly refused to have sex with him. During the plane journey she told me I would have time to contemplate and decide whether I was ready to live this lifestyle.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The next morning, we made her way to Preet's house. Preet's parents had cleaned up the house assuming that we may stay over for a longer period; delighted to spend more time with their grandson. Preet was still keen on continuing with our Palace on Wheels trip since cancellation was not possible and in India there didn't seem to be any recognition of the risk. Few days she continued denying me sex. She even stopped kissing me; the only thing she allowed me was dry humping. Even that gave me a lot of pleasure.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preet's mother tried to convince Preet to change her mind about the trip but she didn't. We were having dinner downstairs with them the previous night. Finally, she whispered, "Have you thought? What is the point of an anniversary trip, if you can't mount me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was stunned to hear that and wondered what her plan was.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="background-color: #edf1f6;"><br /></span></span></p>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-88025518104975835742022-01-04T19:44:00.002-08:002022-01-04T19:44:20.545-08:00Housewife Breastfeeding<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <span style="background-color: white;">The afternoon time is really boring for the Dipa. Since Samir left the office, there has been no special work of her. She doesn't sleep at all in the afternoon. After Tukun falls asleep, she sometimes watches TV, sometimes listens to music. When nothing feels good, she thinks of various absurdities. Tukun is their only son. He is barely one year old. The age of the Dipa is 24. They have been married for almost four years. Sameer works in the corporate sector. After being transferred to Kolkata, Samir bought an old one-storey house. The house has been made more beautiful with some decorations. Dipa is very beautiful. Who will tell that she is the mother of one child? Rather anyone who sees her will say she is a college student. Beautiful face. Body slim, sexy, thin waist, and huge big ass. Her breasts are already huge and erect. They have become bigger after having a baby. Deepa has a lot of milk in her boobs. Tukun can't finish eating alone at all. Shortly after Tukun drinks milk, her breasts become full of milk again. Then her breasts aches. She presses her own breast and tries to get the milk out. But very little milk comes out of it. Her pain remains.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">One day at noon Deepa was sitting quietly. Tukun just fell asleep. The sky became cloudy. The weather has been like this for a few days. Suddenly the sky is covered with clouds. And it is raining with lightning. With that there is a strong storm. After a while, two or three thunderbolts sounded loudly. Deepa was startled. Then it rained profusely. Tukun woke up. He started crying loudly. Deepa took him in her arms and began to seduce him and started to stop his crying.<span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Meanwhile, lightning was flashing so hard that Deepa herself started getting startled. Needless to say, Tukun will be scared in that case. He started crying even louder. Deepa took him in her arms and began to seduce him in various ways.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa was looking out of the window and observing the horrible nature. At that moment, she saw a man standing on the verandah of their house, soaking wet. On closer inspection she realized he was an old man. The man is very thin. He is wearing a cloak. That is very dirty and clumsy. It was not long before Deepa realized that he was a beggar. The man was already completely wet in the rain. He was trembling and muttering something. Perhaps he was praying to God for relief.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Meanwhile, the violence of nature is gradually increasing. There are more thunderstorms and incessant rains. The sound of Tukun's cries was drowned out by the horrible sounds all around.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa was repeatedly looking out of the window at the old man standing on their verandah. He was not getting much benefit from standing there. He was soaking wet in the rain. He was shivering in the cold. Seeing him, Deepa was really feeling very sorry this time. Both his parents were social workers. She learned from them how to love and serve the poor and helpless people. Seeing the helpless beggar standing on the porch of her house today, she could not understand how to help him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa's constant consolation has made Tukun a little quieter. Deepa decided that if he was called inside the house for at least a while, at least in this cold, he would not have to get wet in the rain.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But she could not call him. Anyway, he is a stranger. There are no men in the house at this time. Only she and one -year-old Tukun. On the other hand, she could not keep her mind still when she saw the skinny beggar shivering in the cold. A guilt was working in her mind. If she wishes, she can give him shelter in this huge house for a while so that his current troubles can be alleviated. To be honest, she went after a great dilemma.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But after a while she decided. She thought, if she doesn't help him in this situation, she will be identified as very selfish. And that would be a terrible sin. Tukun fell asleep again. She gently laid Tukun on the bed. Then she crawled forward through the window. She stared at the old man for a few moments. Then she called softly, "uncle...!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He didn't seem to hear. So this time Deepa called out a little louder, "uncle... can you hear me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This time he turned his head and looked. He saw a beautiful lady calling him. He was quite surprised.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa said to him, "You are soaking wet."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He said in a compassionate voice, "What shall I do, madam? This is how helpless people like us have to suffer. That is God's will."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't say that, uncle. You come in. I'm opening the door."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That won't be right, madam. I can't go in. How can a beggar as insignificant as me enter the house of a rich woman like you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"People have to be helped in their needs. That should be the religion of the people. You come in." Deepa opened the door of her room.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man soaked in water for so long was really tired. He stared into Deepa's eyes for a few moments.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Seeing that the man's hesitation had not yet subsided, Deepa softly requested him, "Uncle, what happened? Come on!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then he moved a little and made space for him to enter the room. The man hesitated a bit and finally entered the room. Deepa's house is very well decorated. Their house is one storey but there are four big rooms. This room is basically used a lot like dining. There are a bed and several large sofas. The man looked around the room in amazement.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This time Deepa looked at him well. He will be at least 65 years old, extremely thin. The skin of the whole face is wrinkled. Seeing the room for a moment, this time the man focused on Deepa. Deepa is wearing sleeveless, noodle strap nighty. Deep cleavage of Deepa's huge boobs is visible. The man's gaze was focused on that.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa did not notice that. Water was dripping from the man's cloak on the marble floor. Deepa looked at him and said, "Yeah! You're soaking wet."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man said, "Yes, that's why I didn't want to come in. Your clean house is getting dirty for me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No. I don't think so. I think if you stay like this for a while, your body will get cold."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nothing. Madam. We have those habits."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa thought for a few moments. Then she said to the man, "Listen. You go to the bathroom and take off these wet clothes for now. I'll give you another dress."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man said in an objectionable voice, "What are you doing, madam? It won't be done by me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa said in a dominating tone, "I say you please take off these wet clothes. My parents were social workers. We know how to love poor people."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa handed an unused lungi (a kind of one piece cloth which is usually worn by Indian men on their lower body) of Samir towards the man. "Take it! And there's a bathroom over there. Go there and change."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man could not disobey Deepa's order this time. Deepa gave him a towel and the lungi. Deepa heard the sound of the shower after the man went to the bathroom. That means he is taking a bath. After a while, the man came out. The man's upper body is naked at the moment. The skin on his body is very scaly and wrinkled. The hair on the whole body, a few hairs on the head and the large beard have turned white. He brought his wet clothes by hand. He left them in one corner of the room.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dipa said, "You don't have to worry. I will give you some new clothes."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man looked into Deepa's eyes in surprise. As well as shivering in the cold. Seeing his situation, Deepa said in a sympathetic voice, "Oh. I see you are suffering a lot in the cold. Wait! I am making coffee for you. You sit here." Deepa handed him a plastic chair.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then Deepa went to the kitchen to make coffee.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A few minutes later Deepa entered the room with a tray of coffee and some snacks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man pointed to Tukun, who was lying on the bed, and said, "Wow. Your son is very handsome."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa laughed and said, "Thanks. You eat these."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He said, "There was no need for this. You have already done a lot of good."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's of no use. It's my duty. Take it. Get started."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When the coffee and snacks were complete, the man said to Deepa, "Thank you Madam for what you have done. I can see that there are still good people in the world."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man kept looking at Deepa's deep cleavage as he spoke. Deepa noticed that this time. She looked a little embarrassed. In fact, such a sexy nighty is not meant to be worn in front of outsiders. But she didn't notice so much before calling the man inside. She was trying to cover her breasts with her hands.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the other hand, there is no sign of stopping the storm and rain outside. The man said, "Ah! What a disaster!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes. The meteorologists, of course, had forecast earlier."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a while the man became a little restless. "I'll go this time. I've troubled you a lot."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What! Where will you go in this disaster? Wait until the storm stops."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man breaks the silence and asks, "Who else is in your house?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Me, my husband and my son. We are these three."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Just? No one else?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No. We actually bought this house new. My husband's workplace is in this city. That's why he bought this house here. Anyway, who do you have?" Deepa asks him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man smiled. "Me? I have no one in this world. I'm alone, now just waiting to die."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why are you saying that? Were you always alone?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No. I was a resident of another state. I sold all my debts and came to this state for employment. I had a wife with me and another son. That's how our day went. Then one day my son died in a road accident. The two of us stayed. Then my wife died of typhoid a decade ago. Now I am alone. I live in a hut on one side of this town.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">" Really, I'm so sorry to hear that.."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa saw tears in his eyes. She was very sorry. The man was sitting in a plastic chair. And Deepa was sitting on the sofa. The distance between the two is one foot. Deepa put her hand on his knee to comfort him. The man looked into Deepa's eyes. Then he said in a sobbing voice, "Today I saw the first one sharing the pain of my mind. As beautiful as you look, so beautiful is your mind."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa is ashamed this time. "Who said I'm beautiful? You're flirting."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, honestly, madam. You are very beautiful. Your husband is so lucky to have a wife like you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Really? My husband never said I was beautiful!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course you're beautiful, I must say!" The man was looking at Deepa's boobs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa was happy to hear her praise. Realizing that the man was looking at her boobs, she did not try to cover them. "Thanks," she said. Her hand was still on his knee.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa said to him, "Okay. But you promise, don't cry anymore."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Who want to cry, madam? Crying comes out. Who else should I share my grief with?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You can share all your pain with me. I can be your friend if you want. Tell me all your thoughts."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man was looking at Deepa in surprise. "Honestly madam? Will you be my friend?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hmm... I told you so!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Your heart is very great." The beggar said with teary eyes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This time Deepa's son woke up and started crying.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh... looks like he's hungry. My dear... I understand you're very hungry!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tukun eats nothing but breast milk. So, if he is not breastfed at this moment, he will not calm down at all. But how can she breastfeed Tukun by exposing her boobs in front of an outsider? It will be annoying to leave him here and go to another room and feed Tukun. After thinking for a while, Deepa decided to feed Tukun here but with a veil on her chest.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa picked up Tukun from the bed and sat on the sofa and laid him on her lap to give him milk.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The beggar was looking at Deepa's boobs with greedy eyes. Deepa looked into his eyes for a moment and then covered her chest with the veil. Then she laughed and said, "Tukun can't stand a moment of hunger."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course, babies should be fed immediately if they are hungry."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa wrapped the veil, lowered the strap of her nighty to one side, freed one boob and put the nipple on Tukun's mouth. At that moment, Tukun's crying stopped. He started drinking Deepa's milk in. The beggar could imagine in his mind what the shape of Deepa's huge breasts might be under the veil.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Seeing the beggar's vision, it was not too late for Deepa to understand the desires of his mind. He has lost his wife and been deprived of women for a long time. Today, seeing a beautiful, young and sexy woman like Deepa from so close in an empty room, he has probably awakened his lust. Deepa thought that he could not be blamed for this at all. Deepa knows that anyone who sees a beauty like her immediately gets hard on. Tukun is eating milk loudly. Dipa looked at the beggar's face and smiled softly. The beggar got more courage. For so long he had been staring at Deepa's boobs. This time he looked directly at Deepa's chest and said, "You're so beautiful madam!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa laughs and says, "You have said this many times."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's true."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa thought let's flirt with him. She says, "What's so beautiful about me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What do you mean? Everything.... from your feet to your head."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not at all.You're exaggerating." Deepa frowned. "Don't you remember your wife?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I remember it a lot. Sometimes I get very upset when I think about it. But what is the use of thinking about it? I will never see her again. She was the only one I could open my mind to. But when she left, I grew up alone."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I said we're friends from today."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is it possible to be open-minded when you are a friend?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why not? A friend can tell a friend everything with an open mind."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But what can be done with wife cannot be done with a friend."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I don't understand."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I mean, no one else can love you the way your husband loves you. That's what I'm saying."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Husband's place is different."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's what I'm saying. How can a friend fill someone's wife's place?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's right."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's why I'm saying I grew up alone. My wife left me. Now I want to go to her too."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa was having a hard time with the beggar's words. The poor man misses his wife very much. But in this case, she did not know how to comfort him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa was engrossed in words for so long. But she didn't notice when the veil was removed from her chest while she was feeding Tukun. As a result, the beggar could now see Deepa's exposed boobs directly from the front. The size of Deepa's boob is bigger than he thought. He has never seen such beautiful, big and perky breasts in his life. Although the nipple was inside Tukun's mouth, he was able to observe the big aroelawell. The beggar was hungry looking at those.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Seeing him look like that, Deepa guessed something. She was embarrassed when she realized he had been looking at her exposed boobs for so long. She quickly covered her breasts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa frowned and asked him laughingly, "What are you looking at like that?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm watching you, madam."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not me at all. You were looking at something else."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Everything about you is beautiful!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Started again?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Who is beautiful must be called beautiful."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What do you mean by beautiful? Tell me one by one."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No. You can get angry."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Didn't I say we're friends? Friends never mind a friend's words."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"When you say, madam, I say, these two of you are very beautiful."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa understood very well what he meant by these 'two'. But she pretended not to understand. She said, "Which two are you talking about? Say it clearly! Why are you talking indirectly?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yeah..... I mean your boobs. What big and steep, tight. I have never seen such beautiful boobs in my life."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are very naughty!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Aren't you angry madam?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ummm....... angry? No, I didn't get angry that way, because, I called you a friend. You don't have to mind your friends' words."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The beggar was reassured to see that Deepa didn't mind.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa says this time, "It's a compliment to the boobs. What else do you see good in me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Your thin waist and wide ass like a pitcher, the color of your skin. You look so beautiful that movie heroines will fail."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Done! I can't take praise anymore." Deepa laughs out loud.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa asks, "Anyway, your name?" The beggar says, "My name is Birju, madam, and yours?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"My name is Deepa."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Beautiful name."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Flirting here again?" Deepa says with a smile.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Truly your name is beautiful, madam." Birju also smiles.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tukun has already fallen asleep again after drinking milk. And the rain has come down a lot.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju says, "I have to go, madam. The rain has decreased a bit this time."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In fact, Deepa didn't feel bad about spending time with Birju. Samir goes to work in the morning. He returns home sometime in the evening, sometime at night. He no longer has that romantic feeling. In fact, he has become a money-making machine. Talking to Birju, Deepa laughed a lot today. This has made her mind a lot happier.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She quickly said, "Hey what's up so fast? You can talk to me as long as you want. I'm not that kind."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, what if your husband comes?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He comes in the evening. There is a lot of time, and, if he comes I will say I have found a new friend." Deepa giggled and laughed. Birju also smiles.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju says, "So that's what I was saying. After my wife died, I was completely alone. You became my friend. But you can't take my wife's place."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The role of a friend in life is no less!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes. But friends can't play all the roles of wife, can they?" Birju looked at Deepa's face with an inquisitive face.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes. They can't." Deepa agrees.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's why I'm saying I'm alone. I don't want to live anymore.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Those talks again?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So tell me what? Who is there that will have mercy on me in this world? Who will say that I will take the role of your wife?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After talking to Deepa for so long, Birju understood that Deepa was a very soft and kind hearted woman. Birju went crazy at the first sight of Deepa. Deepa was so sexy and beautiful. Birju has never seen such a beautiful and attractive woman in her entire life. Then Birju kept talking and when he saw that Deepa was a very sympathetic person, he made a plan. He thought that although it was impossible, he would give Deepa bait. If he can enjoy a sexy woman like Deepa, it will be equal to winning the lottery for him. So he slowly started flirting Deepa.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa felt very bad listening to him. She was in pain for Birju. She said, "It's very good if you make it clear what you want. I'll try at least a little."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I want to love a woman like a wife."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa says, "Well. That's right. You can think of me as your wife if you find peace and joy in it. I agree to do it for the sake of friendship. As long as you talk to me, you will think me as your wife. Are you happy this time?" Deepa smiled and looked at him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Truly you are the great Deepa Madam."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Whoever calls his wife 'madam'? You won't call me madam. I'm your wife from now on."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju's eyes became teary.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Seeing that, Deepa's mind became very soft. "I know you are very upset about your wife. I may not be able to take your wife's place completely. But I can do this for your peace of mind." Deepa says keeping an eye on Birju. Birju says, "Can I call you darling?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course. People call his wife 'darling'. What's so surprising about that?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju now intends to take a step forward. He says, "Husbands do a lot more! Let me do it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa understood Birju's wish. She says, "But you want more this time."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju's throat filled with sorrow. He said, "I knew you wouldn't agree, madam. There's no one in the world that is so generous. Everyone shows sympathy. But when it comes time to take on a real role, everyone backs down."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In fact it was a plan of Birju. He wanted to make Deepa stubborn so that Deepa would let him do everything. He was getting more and more optimistic about Deepa's soft mind.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa says, "But how is it possible? I am someone's wife."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I know no one will accept so much sacrifice. Sacrifice is not so easy. I get up. Now I have to go home." Birju got up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why are you in such a hurry? You don't want to talk to me anymore? It's nice to talk to you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No madam. You are rich people. Your time is valuable. And we are insignificant, poor people. Associating with useless people like us is a waste of your precious time."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why are you talking like this? Have you had such an idea to talk to me for so long?" Saying this, Deepa said "Ah" and put her hand on her boobs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What's the matter madam? Are you in trouble?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In fact, Deepa's breasts produce a lot of milk. Her son Tukun can't finish all the milk at once. Deepa's breasts are always painful due to the pressure of milk. She occasionally tries to get the milk out by pumping the breasts. But it does not secrete milk properly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She looks at Birju's face, but can't tell him what's causing her pain. Just said,"Yes".</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What's the matter madam? Tell me. I can try to help a little." Birju said excitedly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But how does Deepa tell Birju about this trouble? However, he is a newcomer and above all, he is not a woman to talk openly about her problems.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tukun fell asleep after drinking some milk from Deepa's left breast. The milk pressure in the left breast was slightly reduced but the right breast was throbbing with the milk pressure and it was swollen. Deepa placed the palm of her hand on her right breast and distorted her face in pain.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It is not difficult for experienced Birju to understand why Deepa is in so much pain.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He said, "Madam, I know where your problem is. It is a common problem for all breastfeeding mothers. My wife had the same problem."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa was ashamed. She looked at Birju's face and said, "Yes. It hurts a lot."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Especially those who have a lot of milk in their breasts." Birju said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa is ashamed of Birju's words.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If there is excess milk, squeeze them out." Birju advises.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Tried. But not all comes out."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"There's a kind of breast pump."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa laughs. "I have it. But it doesn't work that way."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I know. My wife had the same problem."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did she have the same pain?" Deepa asks with interest.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes. But her problem was solved."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju once looked at Deepa's face. Then he says, "If somebody sucks with his mouth, all the milk will come out properly."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But my son can't eat that much."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How much more will that kid eat? I'm not talking about him."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Then?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If an adult drinks that milk, your milk pressure will go down."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa shrugs in shame.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju says again, "You can request your husband."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Samir is always indifferent about Deepa's beautiful boobs. He will suck Deepa's tits and eat milk! It is unthinkable.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Noticing Deepa's silence, Birju remarked, "I understand.. he doesn't agree, does he?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa nodded in agreement.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Then it's a big problem. If he doesn't suck with his mouth, all the milk won't come out. All those breastpumps are useless."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa says, "How did you solve your wife's problem?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I used to suck her milk."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa was very ashamed to hear Birju's answer.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Every husband should stand by his wife's problems."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He doesn't agree." Deepa says softly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa puts her hand on her chest again and makes a painful sound, "Ah".</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm really upset to see a beautiful woman like you in pain."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What shall I do? I do not have a dutiful husband like you." Deepa said in a tone of regret.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju thought let's take a chance. He said softly, "I can help you madam."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa said in a tone of interest, "How?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If you allow me, I can drink your breast milk. My body is very weak and sick. Drinking milk of a beautiful woman like you will give me nourishment and strength. Helping me in this way will be a blessing for you. You will be released from pain." Saying this, Birju thought, this time Deepa must be angry with him. But no, there was no such expression on Deepa's face.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa looked at him in surprise for a while. Then she said, "How is that possible.. uncle? You are old. I look at you with respect. And how can I allow a man other than my husband to suck my tits? It is not possible."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But it won't ease your pain. If it hurts constantly, it can cause other problems."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa did not say anything. But the pain in her breasts was slowly increasing. She distorted her face with her hands on her chest and uttered various painful utterances.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Madam, I will definitely help you. You move your hand from your boob."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">At Birju's words, Deepa slowly removed her hand from her boob.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju slowly extended his hand towards Deepa's boobs. Deepa realized that this time Birju would touch her breasts. But she remained steadfast. Birju placed the palm of his hand on Deepa's right breast. Yes! It has become very hard under the pressure of milk. Birju was overjoyed at the thought of being able to touch the breasts of a beautiful, aristocratic, young housewife like Deepa.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa, on the other hand, was trembling at the thought that this was the first time that a man other than her husband was touching her breasts.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju softly began to rub his both rough hands on Deepa's beautiful boobs. Deepa closed her eyes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a while Birju said, "Your son is absolutely asleep. Put him to bed."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa opened her eyes and looked at Birju. She herself was amazed at how she was allowing an unfamiliar, street beggar to touch her boobs. But, she relentlessly obeyed Birju's order. Deepa got up and gently laid Tukun on the bed. Then she came again and sat on the sofa in front of Birju. There was a happy look on Birju's face. "Madam you are very good." Laughing, Birju again put his hands on Deepa's boobs. Deepa's left boob is a little soft, because, a little while ago, Tukun drank milk from there. But the right boob has become very hard under the pressure of milk. Birju caressed Deepa's two breasts with his two hands. Deepa shouts, "Ahh".</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you like it, madam?" Birju asks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa remains silent.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a while, Birju started pressing Deepa's breasts lightly. "Oh. Beautiful breasts your madam! Very enviable!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa opened her eyes towards Birju and then closed her eyes again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Seeing no objection from Deepa, Birju's courage increased even more. After a while he said, "I don't have peace if I don't see your beautiful breasts nude. Please show them naked, madam."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa opens her eyes, looks at Birju and says, "You open it yourself."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No problem if you allow." Saying this, Birju grabbed Deepa's naighty's straps in both hands and started lowering them. After a while, her two boobs were completely exposed to Birju's hungry eyes. Birju has never seen such beautiful globes in his life. Oh! As big and steep, absolutely fair. In the middle of the two wide areola are two erect nipples resembling grapes. Deepa is ashamed to see the way Birju is looking at Deepa's tits with his lustful eyes. "Hey. What are you looking at like that? Haven't you seen a girl's boobs in your life?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I've seen it many times, madam. But I've never seen a beautiful, sexy boobs like yours."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"you started flirting again."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not flirting, madam. I'm telling the truth." Birju still stared at Deepa's boobs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju started squeezing Deepa's boobs again. This time he was pressing harder than before. Deepa realized that Birju was taking pleasure in her breasts. Realizing this, she remained silent. Honestly, she was not feeling very bad.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a while, Birju started pressing with great force. Deepa was in a lot of pain. She said, "Ahh! Squeeze them gently!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Great breasts, your madam. It is impossible to press such breasts gently. It seems that I can dissolve them by pressing."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ah ah! please... press them gently."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa's left breast did not feel much pain due to Birju's massage. But the right breast was in great pain because there was milk pressure in it. Deepa was trying to hold Birju's hand in one of her hands, which was pressing Deepa's right breast.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju was repeatedly praising Deepa's boobs and pressing them with eagerness. Deepa was feeling comfort and pain at the same time. Sometimes Birju was holding Deepa's nipples with the fingers of both hands and pulling them outwards and turning them like a radio knob.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa was chilling "Ah ah...slowly...!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa is topless at the moment.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As a result of squeezing and twisting the breasts for a long time, milk came out from Deepa's breasts and started rubbing against Birju's hand. Deepa was looking into Birju's eyes from time to time. The two of them were making eye contact.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Samir is very busy nowadays. He returns home, eats and sleeps quickly in exhaustion. The frequency of intercourse between them has decreased a lot from before. In that sense, Deepa is a sexual fasting person. Today, she is getting more and more excited because of caressing her breasts in the hands of a trivial street beggar like Birju.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She once said, "What happened? Won't you suck? Won't you lighten my breasts by drinking my milk?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju said happily, "Sure madam. I promised you I would ease your pain. I will not break my word. In fact, I will go ahead if you allow me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Would I let you do all this for so long without permission?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju was not late. He leaned his face towards Deepa's right boob. He took the nipple in his stinky mouth and bit it lightly with his teeth. Deepa said, "Ah".</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju licked her nipples for a while with his hot tongue, then, began to suck. Birju eagerly began to drink Deepa's delicious, sweet milk.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He said, "Ah! How sweet is your milk madam! Your son is lucky!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Damn! Don't talk nonsense. Do what you're doing quietly!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju was sucking and drinking milk. Meanwhile, the less the pressure of milk on Deepa's breast, the more she was feeling comfortable. She was also constantly aroused by the hot tongue of an adult male feeling her nipples.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa was so excited at one point that she started caressing Birju's head affectionately.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She grabbed one of Birju's hands and placed it on her left boob. Birju began to press it and pull the nipple. He bagan to suck the other breast violently with a 'slurpp..slurpp' sound. He was drinking milk and at the same time making various comments such as, "Very tasty, satisfying milk... the taste of such milk will never be forgotten in life" etc.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a while, Deepa started kissing Birju's forehead on her own and said to him in an intimate voice, "Drink well, uncle, drink to your heart's content. You have never drunk such sweet milk in your life. Please tell me how it tasted. You will gain strength by drinking my nutritious milk. And give me relief too. My breasts produce a lot of milk. I suffer a lot from the pressure of milk. Please reduce my chest pressure by drinking my milk. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, yes, madam. I can do so much for you. It will benefit us both mutually." Saying this, Birju began to drink Dipa's milk more forcefully.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa is very excited at this time. She grabbed the hair of Birju's head with both hands, pressed Birju's head to her boobs and kissed his forehead. This time cum was coming from her cunt and her panty was getting wet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a while Birju ate all of Deepa's right breast milk. This time her breasts were feeling quite soft. Because, there is no milk pressure in it at the moment like before.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Experienced Birju realized that Deepa was very excited. This time he lifted his face and placed it on Deepa's left breast, in which there is still a lot of milk left even after Tukun drunk. Deepa's right breast is smeared with the saliva of Birju's mouth and it is shining. A few bite marks are visible around the nipple.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As Birju started sucking Deepa's left boob, Deepa smiled and said to Birju in a muffled voice, "What's the matter, uncle? Even after drinking so much milk, your hunger is not satisfied yet? Do you want to drink more?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No matter how much I drink such delicious milk... my mind will never be filled with anything, madam. You are great and absolutely merciful. You are a goddess. You are a goddess of mercy. God will bless you very much."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa kissed Birju on the forehead and said, "Eat Uncle. Eat as much as you like. From today, these two breasts are yours. My son can drink very little from it. You will drink the rest of the milk as you wish. I'll give it to you." Deepa was caressing Birju's head with her hands and pressing his head to her chest.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju was vigorously sucking Deepa's tits and biting her nipple.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa was occasionally jumping in stinging pain and muttering "Uhh... ouch..slowly uncle!".</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">For a long time sex starved Birju was getting hotter and hotter. He was biting and sucking Deepa's sexy boobs like crazy. As well as pressing the right boob, twisting the nipple.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Five minutes later Birju finished all the milk from Deepa's left breast. Deep sucking and biting caused pain in both Deepa's boobs. Birju drank Deepa's milk so hard that he was panting. Now Deepa's breasts look quite light. After a long time, she is feeling so beautiful. She looked at Birju's face with grateful eyes. There was a soft smile on her face. Birju also looked at Deepa's face. It was as if he still couldn't believe his luck.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now,Deepa looked at her breasts. There are Birju's love bite marks in different places of the two. Her breasts were burning in pain.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He looked at Birju in an artificial rage and said, "You are so rude."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I was just supposed to drink your breast milk. But, apart from that, I've done a lot more. That's why I'm so sorry, madam."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, no. There's nothing to be sorry about, uncle. These things happen out of emotion. I didn't mind." Deepa smiled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Madam you are so beautiful!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You've said that many times, uncle."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Madam, shall I kiss you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What? What are you talking about? How is that possible?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Madam..... what I have done so far didn't seem possible at first. That's why I said this. You are very beautiful and gorgeous madam. I want to kiss you very much."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I think you're demanding a lot more, uncle."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I know you will give me anything I want. Because, you are great and kind. Answer me, madam."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa stared at him for a few moments. Then she said slowly, "Okay. You have done me a lot of good. I have decided to satisfy your whim."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju was very happy and moved forward with enthusiasm towards Deepa's face. Deepa closed her eyes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju touched his dirty, black, ugly lips to Deepa's juicy lips. Deepa shuddered a little. Birju kissed Deepa's lips frequently. Deepa "Ummmm Ummmaaaaa.........!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a while Birju bit Deepa's lips and started sucking and kissing. He put his hands on Deepa's shoulders. As a result of continuous kissing, Deepa became bewildered at one point. She opened her mouth on her own. Birju inserted his dirty tongue into Deepa's mouth. He started rubbing his tongue on Deepa's. Deepa did not understand when she was engrossed in french kiss with the dirty, ugly street beggar.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">During the french kiss, both of them were making various sounds like "ummm... ummmaa... ummm...." etc.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">While kissing, Birju started pressing Dipa's boobs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa pleaded with him, "Please uncle, press gently. They are already soring."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fifteen minutes in a row, the two of them kissed french.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Suddenly Tukun woke up, and he burst into tears.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deepa was startled. She pushed Birju away from her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh! My son woke up." Said and sat down. Then she went to bed and took Tukun in her arms and kissed him. Deepa thrust one of her breast nipples into Tukun's face. Tukun pulled at it. But alas! There is no milk left in Deepa's boob. Because, Birju has sucked all the milk from Deepa's boobs like a hungry animal. Deepa said to Birju in a muffled voice, "You naughty, you have drunk all my milk. What shall I feed my son now?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anyway, Tukun did not cry for long, because, his eyes were drowsy. He fell asleep a little later.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju was waiting for it. He said, "Madam, then we start from where we stopped."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Naughty." Deepa flinched and laughed. Then she looked at the wall clock and said, "No, it won't happen again. It's too late now. And the rain has stopped. His father sometimes leaves the office long before. If he comes and sees us here, a chaos will be created. So, at least you leave today, uncle. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There is logic in Deepa's words. Birju understood that it would be very bad if her husband really came and saw them like this. Despite his reluctance, Birju stood up. Deepa is still topless. She got out of bed and hugged Birju. She kissed Birju on the cheek and said, "From today you are always welcome here. You can come here whenever you want.... drink my milk as much as you want. And you can think of me as you wish..... your wife, your girlfriend or your slave." Deepa smiled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Birju kissed Deepa like crazy and patted her back, ass and said, "I love you madam."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"There's no harm in that. I gave you permission. Uncle."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thus, Birju caressed Dipa a little more that day and said goodbye.</span></p>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-70265158718241774652022-01-04T19:42:00.001-08:002022-01-04T19:42:17.507-08:00Back In The Swing<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <span style="background-color: white;">Sorrell and Mia, best friends since school, were sunning themselves besides Sorrell and Dan's pool which was screened and nestled in a sun-dappled arbour, a part of the well manicured grounds of their comfortable home.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">‘Baby is well, how are you getting on Sorrell, its been a pretty traumatic couple of months since she was born, although you've got your figure back quickly and no stretch marks," Mia asked</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Everything has settled down, Kara is fine, I'm well now at my milks is flowing properly now, so the poor little darling isn't starving," replied Sorrell.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The two young women lay in the part shade, each wearing a tan through bikinis that were tiny and insubstantial, only really suitable for private grounds or private viewing. Both women were pretty if not attractive and maintained their slim and curvaceous bodies, although there were the beginnings of a mound below Mia's rib cage.<span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And how about you, sweets, what, your 6 months and only just beginning to show, you are glowing, absolutely beautiful," said Sorrell.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Thank you hon," replied Mia her hands caressing her growing tummy, "but my tits are getting bigger as well," she advised, her hands cupping her breasts," and my nipples are getting thicker and longer too." She continued as she squeezed her thickening nipples through the gauzy material of her bikini top. "Garry just loves them, can't leave them alone", she laughed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I bet," replied Sorrell "Justin is fascinated with mine as well, and now that my milk is flowing he is in heaven, I've just about got to fight him off so I can feed Kara."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What do you mean?" asked a somewhat perplexed Mia.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He loves to suckle on my tits after I have fed Kara, really turns him on, and quite frankly, I rather like it as well."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He drinks your breast milk? Really?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh, yes, and last night I did it too,"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did what?" Mia asked</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Tasted my milk, lifted my boob, took my nipple in my mouth and sucked and I tasted it and drank it" and then we fucked like crazy," smiled Sorrell.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sorrell and Mia had been part-time lovers since high school and after they were married they maintained their relationship gradually introducing their respective husband into their games. To their utter astonishment and delight of the girls, the 2 guys had discovered a latent bi curiosity as well, and their games had developed into scenes where lips and hands were everywhere and there were even some kinky aspects that they had developed a taste for.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mia laughed, "Your first fuck, after for how long?" she asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Since we had that weekend away at that Nudist Camp with you and Garry, And we sucked all those cocks while they boys were fucking us"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"God! That was hot, I've never swallowed so much cum in my life" Mia smilingly said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The girls lay back, remembering the torrid evening - as cock after cock, in a seemingly never ending procession entered their mouths to be sucked voraciously until erupting into their mouths, kissing each other and swapping cum –laden kisses between cocks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Without realising it both girls had their hand cupping their crotches with a finger tapping an insistent tattoo against their hardening clits.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"May I taste?" whispered Mia.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Mmmmmmmmmmm, what?" asked Sorrell dreamily as she continued to tap on her clit.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You milk," Mia said quietly, "may I taste your milk please?" there was a distinct quaver in her voice as she realised that she and Sorrell were about to stretch their boundaries once more.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">" Of course you can my darling," said Sorrell, pulling the small triangle of material covering her left nipple aside, her pink nipple was already erect and Mia was surprised how thick and long it had become since Sorrell had begun feeding Kara. She couldn't wait for her own breasts to fill with milk, her nipples engorge and grow so she could suck milk from her own tits, but meanwhile in front of her, nipple erect and waiting, was Sorrell's beautiful breast, kneeling beside her she cupped Sorrell's left breast and squeezed slightly, instantly a droplet of white appeared atop the hard nipple.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sorrell moaned slightly and with her right had exposed her other nipple and slowly cupped her breast. Mia licked around Sorrell's left nipple feeling the bumps of her areola against her tongue and then she licked away the droplet of milk before clamping her lips around the turgid flesh and sucking deeply, she was rewarded with a low moan from Sorrell and a spray of warm milk which she immediately swallowed, sucking again and again until Sorrell's milk was flowing into her mouth. Her hand was between her legs having pulled aside the crotch of her bikini two of her fingers were sliding easily in and out of her dripping pussy while her thumb knocked against her long hard clit, her smooth waxed cuntlips dewed with moisture.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sorrell meanwhile had also pulled aside her bikini to allow access to her own hairless cunt, the fingers of her left hand sliding into and all over her splayed cunt.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mia sat back swallowing the milk in her mouth, she stood and quickly stripped off her bikini she then pulled Sorrell to her feet and watched as she also denuded her self.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They closed in a tight embrace, kissing deeply, their tongues curling and licking together, Mia could feel Sorrell's breasts pressing against her own and the warm milk leaking from them seep between their bodies.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sorrell broke the embrace, bringing her hands up to cup both of her breasts, she squeezed and sprays of milk issued from each swollen nipple spraying Mia's upper body in droplets of milk which quickly cooled and formed rivulets that began coursing downwards.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sorrell slowly pushed Mia, unresisting back onto her chaise-lounge where she lay back while Sorrell began licking away the drops and streams of milk.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Miaa laid back enjoying the caresses of Sorrell's tongue and replaying the spectacle of Sorrell's milk laden breasts spraying forth milk. Sorrell stood from her handiwork, licking away the taste of milk from her lips, wiping away the drops still clinging to the tips off her nipples with her fingers and licking her fingers clean, she moved to foot of the lounge and knelt.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Slide your sweet arse down her Mia," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mia slid down the lounge until her thighs were either side of the kneeling Sorrell.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">""Open you lips for me darling, wide open, I want to see all of your beautiful cunt and that gorgeous overgrown clit of yours, it's been so long", whispered Sorrell.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And indeed Mia's clit was of generous proportions being almost as thick as the tip of her little finger and almost 15cm long; it resembled a miniature cock more than its female counterpart. Sorrell's clit, while not as large as Mia was also large, being almost as thick and almost half as long as her lover's.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mia's hand moved between her thighs, fingers splaying open her cunt holding open both the inner and outer lips, her hole slowly spasaming as she watched Sorrell cup her breasts, bringing them tightly together, her thumb and forefingers of each hand capturing each of her nipples and aiming them down at Mia's open pussy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sorrell began pulling on her nipples, milking them, until the streams of milk jetted forth bathing Mia's pussy in warm wetness, pooling in her open cave, letting her breast go, milk still dribbling from her nipples, Sorrell bent her head to begin licking and sucking Mia's milk and cunt-juice smothered pussy, licking and sucking till she could taste no more of the sticky mess.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mia was moaning jerking under her as Sorrell aligned her mouth and then slowly sucked Mia's twitching clit into her mouth and began sucking hard.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">" NO! No! stop Sorrell, I want your cunt as well," Mia panted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sorrell stood, "oh, that was just yummy, cunt and titty-milk cocktail, I almost came as soon as I tasted you Mia."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The two girls carefully rearranged themselves until each had their face buried in each other's cunt, sucking each other's elongated clits into their mouths, tongues caressing the sensitive eyeless girl-cocks, tongues straying into their cunt-holes to suck up streaming juices, tongue tips searching every crevice, lapping up any moisture they found, poking and prodding at distended pee- holes, but always returning to the sensitive clits, tongue softly swirling, now biting down, eliciting an excited scream from each cunt-filled mouth. Hands and fingers found heaving breasts, squeezing and pulling at hard pink nipples, Sorrell was leaking milk everywhere as Mia belaboured her lover's tits, her own heaving to Sorrell's not so gentle ministrations.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It could not last, visual and physical sexual sensations drove them to the edge quicker than either of them would have wished, but reach the edge they did, and falling over it carelessly into the throes of their orgasms, they tossed and squirmed in each others tight embrace, mouths silently screaming into the folds of each others womanhood.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They lay still at last and fell apart head to toe, "oh my God, that was so fucking delicious, I have so missed the taste of you Sorrell."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sorrell squirmed around until they could cuddle each other and exchange cunty-tasting kisses, "Mmmmm, your tasting as good as ever and a little titty milk is a nice dressing," she laughed, "So, are we going to give the boys a night to remember tonight or what?" she asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mia shifted slightly and raised herself on one elbow, finger tracing the areola of Sorrell's left breast, "How about we have a nice dinner and drinks, a little touchy-feely fucking and sucking tonight, get up early in the morning and go down to the beach house for a totally debauched weekend of sex, booze and food.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sorrell's eyes lit up, " great idea but I'll have to go easy on the alcohol while I'm feeding Kara, when will we tell the boys our plans?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I think over dinner, so they know what's going on and won't want to get carried away tonight, I know Garry will want to suckle you and taste your milk, but he'll just have to wait." giggled Mia.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The day dawned clear with the promise of a fine warm day ahead, ideal beach weather. The four lovers had risen early, packed quickly and lightly, after all for what they were planning, clothes would be pretty well superfluous, apart from plenty of sexy lingerie. Just after dawn and a light breakfast they were heading for the beachhouse.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The previous night over dinner, although disappointed that there would be no fun and games this night, both Garry and Justin readily agreed to the girls' plan, even agreeing to Mia's suggestion that they preclude sex from their activities until after dinner on the deck the next evening and just mess about playing tennis and swimming, but mainly resting up for what they all hoped would be several hours of uninhibited fun.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The drive down was quiet, as Sorrell and Justin were a little down after leaving their baby for the first time since her birth. They pulled into a little picnic spot well shielded from the road and, while having coffee changed into their "Beachhouse Gear". For the girls this meant sheer and lacy boy pants panties, Mia in white and Sorrell in pink, and sheer halter tops. The boys wore short white shorts and tank tops.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">By the time they were back on the road the mood had lightened considerably and they conversation turned to reminiscences about previous trips to the beach house.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sitting in the front of their SUV Mia looked down into her man's lap and was amused to see his semi-erect cock, cockhead peeking through his foreskin, poking out from the leg of his shorts. She reached over and pinched his foreskin closed and then twisted it tightly, knowing he loved this type of play, she could feel his cock hardening further and straining against her pinching fingers. " hey – no sex we agreed, no fair" Garry complained, Mia laughed let go and patted his now fully erect penis and pushed it back into his shorts. She leant over and kissed his cheek, "Just jokin' honey – I love you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Love you too babe" He replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the rear seat Sorrell and Justin holding hands laughed and said together, "We love you too, both of you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">=//=</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They arrived at the Beachhouse about an hour later, revelling in the warm breeze blowing from the sea, free to do as they please, when they please, in and around their totally secluded retreat, although there was a sandy path about twenty-five metres from the house that led down to the beach, but very few people knew of the beach and fewer still of the track that led down to it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was early afternoon now and they'd eaten a light lunch, the girls were catching a light tan, stretched out on the sun lounges that lay scattered about the huge front deck that overlooked the ocean and the beach fifty metres below. The boys were inside cleaning up after lunch and refilling the cooler with beer and wine.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sorrell stretched, stood up and walked to the large telescope mounted on the railing and began sweeping the beach below with the huge eye, she caught movement from the corner of her eye at the top end of the beach up among the rocks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She re-focused the telescope and found what had caught her eye. About two hundred metres away a young couple were engaged in an energetic bout of love making. "Oh, so nice, Mia come look" she said, waiting till she could feel Mia standing beside her, she watched as the young man slid his cock from his lover's pussy and rammed it into her arsehole. "This is beautiful", she said as Mia bent to the telescope and took in the view, "God!! he is pounding her arse hard and she's enjoying it too". Garry and Justin came over, each taking their turn at the telescope before handing it back to Sorrell.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She refocused again and then began giving them a description of what was happening below them, "He just pulled out of her arse, she's turning over and sitting up, Oh fuck!! he's jerking off into her mouth, she's just sitting there mouth wide open and wacking off on her clit, she's a fucking little cum-slut.....he's cumming and so's she, My fucking God, so much cum, he's still shooting stuff, I've never seen so much cum from one cock before. She taking it all swallowing like mad, some of its dribbling down her chin and onto her tits, I wish I were there to get the dribbles. She's using her fingers to wipe her chin and sucking the cum of them and he...yes, he's licking his cum from her tits that is so hot. They've finished."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She stood and looked around and saw that Mia had her hand cupped tightly over her pussy mound, just as her's was, although she could not remember doing it or feeling the pressure against her wetness. The boys also had their hand pressed tightly around their erections, but were otherwise not wanting to carry on any further less they ruin the nights proposed entertainment.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mia let her breath out explosively, "Shit that was so cool, they are so gorgeous and sexy, not to mention naughty did you see how they went at arse fucking, she was loving it, I swear she had a least four fingers in herself as he fucked her, sayyy, how does everyone feel about a couple of extra dinner guests?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">=//=</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Receiving an affirmative nod from each of the others, Mia headed off down the beach track as Garry watched her trim figure through the telescope, he laughed to himself, " I am one lucky guy to have such a wonderful wife, so beautiful, so sexy so loving, so uninhibited", even now heading down the beach, wearing totally see through panties and halter top toward a couple they'd watched moments before fuck each other almost senseless.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He watched as she waved at the couple and as they waved back, still totally naked and seemingly totally at ease in front of this scantily clad goddess that had arrived from nowhere, she joined them and sat down and a lively conversation ensued with the couple following Mia's pointing arm toward the beachhouse, he waved and there was an answering wave from the three on the beach. Mia stood and began walking back, while the couple behind her began dressing, she turned and waved as they, now dressed, returned her wave and disappeared up a track that was invisible from the beachhouse.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mia returned a little out of breath from her climb up the track, " Yes!! They are going to join us about 6. They are both just absolutely beautiful, and no body hair either thank God." The four lovers had an aversion to body hair, and would entertain no lovers who had any. "They really got turned on again when I told them that we'd been watching them, wanted to know if we'd fucked or anything while we watched, I'm sure she was dribbling pussy juice, I know he was dribbling pre-cum. Lady and gentlemen, he has the most delicious cock I've ever seen, present company included, a good eight inches I'd say, not very thick, but a guaranteed good arse-filler I'd say. I think we are all going to enjoy that cock not to mention an equally delightful pussy."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What are their names, or were you too busy ogling his cock?", laughed Justin.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh, sorry, yes I was ogling both his gorgeous cock and her pussy, both mouth-watering, believe me, anyway their names are Jessie and David, and before you ask, they have a bungalow over on that next sort of headland down there. That must be that last turnoff before ours I guess. Anyway I'm for a swim and a nap", finished Mia.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The four spent a leisurely afternoon in and around the pool, or playing tennis and more swimming, and then lastly they retired to the Sauna and spent an hour sweating out the last week or so of stress and the accumulated city grunge.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">All these activities were carried out naked, although the girls did bind their tits quite tightly with their halter tops so as not to stretch or tear their breast muscle tissue. They had a cold shower on the deck before retiring to the large communal bedroom where they made themselves comfy on the huge oval bed that was the centre piece of the room.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The bed would comfortably sleep ten or even twelve, installing it had been nightmare, and having the mattress made was even worse, but they felt the end result was worth the effort. It was totally decadent, but just wonderful to sleep in and fuck on, in short they loved their bed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The atmosphere in the beachhouse was electric, the four had woken earlier, showered and were once again in "Beachhouse Gear", on the deck sipping ice cold beers. Earlier Garry, Mia and Justin had suckled Sorrell to relieve her milk heavy breasts, there had been some surreptitious fondling and all were feeling quite frisky, the boys were evidently semi hard as the outline of their cocks was quite visible through their shorts and there seemed to be wet spots in the crotch of Mia and Sorrell's boy leg panties.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Garry was at the telescope, sweeping the beach looking for the first sign of their dinner guests for the evening. He straightened and took a pull at his beer, admired the semi naked girls and Justins semi hard cock and gave his own hardening cock a squeeze, which bought an immeadiate response from Mia.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">" UhUh, naughty, naughty – leave it alone, it will fall off when its ripe, or get worn off" she laughed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He poked his tongue at her and then returned to his surveillance of the beach. " Here they come, Oh my God......"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The other three immediately looked at him waiting for him to tell what had prompted this exclamation.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She's dressed the same as you girls, so I assume you told her the Beachhouse dress regs Sorrell, but he's also wearing what look like boy leg panties and stockings as well. He's walking behind her on a leash yet! And he's also carrying what look like rods or something" he explained.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They were all crowded around him jostling to have a look through the telescope, " hey guys, stop pushing, they will be here in a moment and you can perv to your hearts content, now lets put the 'scope to bed and enjoy our beers, I'll just flash the barbie up and get it heating for the steaks, salads all ready?." He asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">By the time all was ready and the BBQ was heating Jessie was steeping on to the deck with David on his leash which was coupled to a black studded collar a couple of steps behind her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sorrell walked over and embraced her kissing her full on the lips, her tongue also in play between Jessie's lips, their breasts mashing together, Jessie joined in the embrace whole heartedly her hands cupping Sorrells arse cheeks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They broke from their embrace and surveyed the effect of their impromptu performance. All the boys were rock-hard, their cocks stretching the fabric of their shorts, and David his panties. Sorrell made the introductions and Jessie jerked on Davids leash – he came forward and knelt in front of her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As Sorrell said, this is David my little pet, please treat him as your own, he has a switch for each of you to use on him as you see fit, not too hard but not to gently either of course, and he loves it across his man-boobs his cock and across his tight little arse. Oh and if you care to give my tits, cunt or arse a touch up as well, please feel free" Jessie said once again jerking the leash, David took the leash from her and removed it from his collar, then moved around the group handing them each a switch which they used across his cock or arse as the mood took them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">David was indeed wearing boy leg panties, pale green and very sheer he was wearing several rings on his cock and there appeared to a thick band at the base of his cock and balls and a leather ball-stretcher around his ball-sac. Black stay-up stockings completed his ensemble.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Drinks all round I think", called Justin, walking past both Jessie and David and giving them both a stripe across their chests with his switch .</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The mood of the evening lightened somewhat, the sex charged atmosphere softening as they enjoyed their drinks and began their meal, the conversation general and they all, by unspoken agreement stayed off sex as a subject. Even after the meal and the cleaning away was completed they were not overly concerned with forcing the issue, they all knew that sooner or later and probably sooner, someone would do or say something that would set them all off. Mind you, both David and Jessie had a few light welts across different parts of their bodies.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Inadvertently, it was Sorrell who set the night on its preordained path, " Oh fuck, my tits are leaking again," she cried standing and stripping her halter top from her perfect tits.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh my, I've never tasted tit milk Sorrell, my I?" asked Jessie gently pushing Sorrell back onto the lounge as she too stripped away her halter display smaller but just as perfect tits, her nipples erect and pierced with fine gold rings which were connected by a fine gold chain, another chain dropped from between her breasts under the band of her panties and a glint of something metallic indicated another ring piercing some part of her pussy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sorrell lay back and proffered her breast to Jessie's eager lips, as she was suckled she pulled aside the crotch of Jessie's panties to display the pink splayed lips of Jessie's cunt, the glint of metal proved to be another gold ring, thicker this time piercing her erect clit, the chain was connect to this third ring. The others watched spell bound as Sorrell pulled on the ring, twisting it, torturing the clit gently, they all saw the sudden flood of juice that flooded from Jessie coating Sorrell's hand.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lifting her head from Sorrell's right breast, Jessie said , " fuck me with your hand Sorrell, push your hand into my hot dribbly cunt." She opened her legs wider as she bent her head to Sorrells other breast and started suckling, her left hand gripping the breast forcing milk into her mouth, with her other hand she pushed down Sorrell's pink panties and began pulling roughly at her clit untiel Sorrell was gasping from the dual ministrations of lips and fingers.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sorrell was slowly pushing three then four fingers into the wetness that was Jessie's cunt, folding her hand , thumb in palm she pushed her hand into her until the Jessies' cunt lips endfolded her hand to the wrist. Sorrell gasped as Jessie bit down on her nipple and then started twisting and pushing on the hand buried in her cunt.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mia, had Justin's cock in her mouth his heavy balls slapping against her chin as she sucked him, as Garry lapped at her cunt, her panties a pale blue puddle around her ankle, while David was sucking on his cock and pulling down on and twisting roughly his cum laden balls. He had attached the leash to a fitting attached to his ball stretcher and Mia was pulling hard on it, his huge balls purple, his cock straining against the rings constraining his cock.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jessie had suckled on Sorrell's breasts until she was gorged with tit milk, she still sat on Sorrell's hand, twisting and pushing up and down on the hand that impaled her, one of her hands abusing her left breast and nipple while the other still tormented Sorrell's clit.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Look at Mia, she is in seventh heaven", she said to Sorrell, God you hand feels good inside me, wriggle your finger more.' She finished.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"This is so fucking hot, Jess your cunts' on fire, I can feel all of you, I think I could cum from just fisting you like this,' Sorrell gasped.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Would you like my hand inside your cunt Sorrell?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">" Can you do it, can you really get your hand inside me, my cunt seems to be flooding, Oh Jesus Christ yes, stick your fucking arm up my hot slutty cunt Jess, PLEASE." screamed Sorrell.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">" My hand is not all that big my sweet, about the same size as yours, open your legs wider, let me in, let my cunt slippery fingers slide into your hot fuck hole." Jessie said softly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Without any finesse or gentleness, she folded her hand and pushed into Sorrell who pushed against the hand trying to invade her gaping pinkness, again they pushed one against the other until on the third push Jessie's hand slipped into her lovers cunt.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh my, that feels so good, better than cock, your fingers pushing at the walls of my cunt touching secret places oh, it feels so fucking good, oh shit oh fuck oh my fucking god, I'm cumminggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh..uhhuh.: Sorrell slumped back as Jessie also started bucking and pushing against the hand embedded deep in her, she slipped her hand from Sorrell's gaping cunt lifted it to her moth and bean sucking and cleaning away Sorrell's juices she was quiet in her orgasm, saying nothing just shuddering the full length of her body.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Temporarily sated, Jess and Sorrell slumped back together on the lounge playing with each others hard nipples, Sorrell's hard pink teats leaking streams of milk which ran down her body and between the folds of her cunt.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The three boys meanwhile were standing over Mia, slowly jacking their hard meat, David had removed his cock rings and ball stretcher, Mia pulled Garry toward her open mouth and engulfed his cock head as Justin went on his knees and took David's cock into his mouth, still jacking his own cock with one hand while with his other he took Davids balls and began pulling down on them, twisting them savagely. David bucked and pushed into Justins mouth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm gunna cum." he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No!!'cried Mia, " I want all of it , cum all over me my darling boys, in my cum sucker mouth all over my tits."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The three stood and began jacking off harder, their cocks aimed at Mia, her open mouth, her quivering tits. Justin erupted first, four long thick ropes of cum splashed across her open mouth, she gobbled greedily, swallowing, as Garry shot his creamy load again in her mouth and across her hard –nippled tits.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But it was David who out done them, he held his cock in one fist, not moving as he put his cockhead close to her open mouth he began, thick ropes and globules of cum, splashed into her mouth faster than she could swallow, he altered his aim, sum still flying out across her body, as he finished she lifted her head to lick away the last dribbles.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They pounced on her cum-covered body all five, as they cleaned her of this viscous fluid each of them vied to get the larger drops, they cleaned her, and then turned to whoever was beside then and licked away any wayward fluids.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Well," cried Mia, if that was entrée, I can't wait for the main course.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They all laughed.</span></p>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-66122628180036051682022-01-04T19:36:00.003-08:002022-01-04T19:36:09.627-08:00LUST FOR FRIEND'S MOTHER<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="background-color: white;">Zeshan's luck changed one day when his best friend Zaheed asked him to meet him at his house. When Zeshan arrived, he rang the doorbell and waited for the front door to be answered. Soon a strange voice behind the door said, "Who's it?"</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan replied, "I'm Zeshan. I'm here for Zaheed."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The door opened, and a young lady, who looked too young to be the mother of a young son like Zaheed, announced, "Hello. I'm Zaheed's mother, Robina," she said. "Zaheed told me, to tell you, he tried to call you, he had to attend to some urgent work at the last minute, but you never picked up."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Even in the half-open doorway, Zeshan saw enough of her to tell that she was "his type" of woman.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay, well nice meeting you," Zeshan said, as he turned to leave.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You can wait for him if you like."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ok, if he is expected soon," Zeshan replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">With that, she asked him to come inside the house. This is not a liberal society, but a very restricted society where no man can go alone into a home other than with blood relatives. Zeshan was a little reluctant to go inside his friend's house with only his mother there without his friend.<span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She saw his hesitation and said, "Don't be shy. Come in, You are a friend of my son and he wouldn't object," so he followed her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They sat on the couch in the living room and started to talk. She began to ask him various questions about work, his family, and his friends. he was surprised at how friendly she was, seeing as how she'd just met him. All he could think about was how sweet and hot she looked. For him, she was like a dream woman. He was not saying that every man in the world would die for her, but he found her absolutely stunning.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She looked like a classy, conservative lady. She may have been in her late thirties or early forties. Zeshan found her to be a very beautiful Lady with nice communicative eyes, sweet smile and a very lovely face with a few extra pounds. She was tall, although a little fleshy and fluffy, but one could say slim for her age. She had a creamy white complexion, and a sexy face that was very sweet and pretty, with an overall thin frame, save for her shapely hips. She had long, black hair. Her lips were thin, the corners upturned the slightest bit, and just enough to tell that she was smiling.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And her bright black eyes, they were captivating. They made her look even prettier. The fact that she had three children hadn't changed her figure much. While she didn't have large breasts, they were full and stood firm, and she possessed a beautiful, respectable ass. She was probably 5'9.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">One would never believe, she was a mother of three young children. He had a crush on her from the moment he laid eyes on her, knowing nothing would ever become of it, he thought! The way she looked at him hinted that she is kind of liked him as well. So he felt uncomfortable to look at her face directly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">One of the nice things about her age is, one is much less image conscious, so if there's a physical appeal, often times one go with it. he knew she felt it, because she extended the conversation, and from the first moment she was talking to him with a wide smile.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Zaheed still hadn't come after half an hour, Zeshan told her that he must leave, and he left to return to home.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Since Zaheed and Zeshan had a good friendship and they met frequently, he became closer to Robina and she started treating him like her own son, almost as though he was Zaheed's brother. Due to his frequent visits, she began hugging him lightly, putting her arms around him and, as was customary, whenever he came by he would greet her with a kiss.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Zaheed wasn't around, the kiss got to be far from the customary one, and she'd speak freely with him, but still seemed a little nervous.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan wondered if maybe her husband wasn't good in bed, and fearing her husband might come to her, told her he didn't want her talking to Zeshan like this.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan's mother told Zeshan, that his father wanted to sell their house, and he wants to buy a new house, she asked Zeshan to search for one in a good neighborhood.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan couldn't believe it when Zaheed solved his problem by telling him, that there was a nice house for rent just next door to them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It'll be nice, we could meet easily anytime." Zeshan said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan was definitely excited to be near Zaheed, and Robina, but he was thinking more and more about Robina.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan parents approved of the house, and soon they moved.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As Zeshan was now like a member of their family, he was always trying to sneak peeks of Robina, and sometimes he would look through Robina's underwear drawers when he was there with Zaheed, and she wasn't at home. Zeshan infatuation turned into a crush on Robina, and his crush soon turned into an obsession, a desire to make love to her. He knew he could never be with her, but wishful thinking never killed anybody, so he kept on picturing her each night.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan was 23 years old, and his horniness level was at an all-time high. As they came closer and closer and as he could observe her more frequently, he found that Robina had a very nice set of big tits and a heavy round ass. When she walks, it's a great pleasure to see her from back, the sight of her heavy ass makes Zeshan really horny. Over time, he got a deep desire to get more intimate, but was not sure what level of intimacy? A number of occasions when she was busy with household work, he could see her sexy cleavage, but did nothing as he was still maintaining his usual respectable distance. But while he was in his bed at night sometimes he would spend hours imagining how he would fuck her in different positions. He used to masturbate fantasizing of her. In the early days of his masturbation, Zeshan used to feel uncomfortable looking at her directly. Over time, that went away and he started fantasizing about her more frequently. While meeting her, he used to watch her, with hungry eyes more and more closely, especially her sexy parts. Sometimes he kept eyes on her lively communicative eyes and tried to read something in them to see any hint of something more, but saw nothing.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina also seemed to sense that, Zeshan lusted after her breasts and ass. As he was always staring at them as well.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan wanted so badly to fuck her, that it became very uncomfortable for him to talk to her, and it felt like she kept catching him stealing peeks at her nice breasts and wide hips. She became his tried and true fantasy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zaheed's and Zeshan's mothers became friends as well, almost like sisters. Since they both spent a lot of time at each other's home. Needless to say, Robina often came up in their for conversation with his mother, in their home. Robina and Zeshan's mother also spent a lot of time together, sharing tea, shopping, and so on.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina was always friendly with Zeshan, and they would talk about everyday things, and this and that, when she visited their house or he went to meet them. Robina's perky breasts and ass made his cock ache whenever she walked in.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Once when Zaheed and Zeshan both were in Zaheed's room watching some movie. Zaheed asked Zeshan to stay there as he was going to get a different movie. Zaheed went without informing his mother. Zeshan was now all alone and he was imagining Zaheed's mother, soon he got a huge erection so he went to the bathroom to masturbate. In his rush, he didn't close the door completely behind him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina had to go out to run some errands, so, she wanted to inform Zaheed and Zeshan before leaving the house. But, the door was closed. As it was was getting late, she knocked on the door lightly. There was no response. She presumed that maybe they were watching a movie, but there was no sound. So, she quietly pushed the door slightly open. The room was empty, but she heard some noise coming from the bathroom. Curiosity led her near the bathroom door, the door was not fully closed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Through the crack of the door, Robina saw an outrageous sight. Zeshan was standing naked before the wash hand basin! His legs were spread. He had his cock in his hand and was stroking it. What shocked Robina, was the size of his cock! It looked too huge for his age. His whole cock was stretched tight. She got frightened. Though she wanted to quickly leave, her curiosity at the sight of his colossal cock made her continue to silently snoop through the crack of the door. Zeshan was incoherent. She tried to figure out, what he was murmuring. She listened carefully.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan was mumbling, " Robina, aaaah, get ready. I am going to fill your cunt with my seed. I am going to fill your sweet pussy, aaaah "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina was surprised! Zeshan was fantasizing about her while masturbating. She quickly stepped back, before he ejaculated. She got a glass of cold water and sat down in the kitchen, breathing rapidly. She could not forget the sight in Zeshan's cock. She could feel her vagina get moist at the thought of Zeshan's mighty cock. After ten minutes, suddenly the door opened and Zeshan came out. She was too embarrassed to look into his eyes. With her eyes downcast, she wished something, she never thought.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She asked him, where Zaheed was, he told her that he has gone to get a movie.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He should have told me, that he was going, anyway, you two take care of the house, I am going out,"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She went out as she did not want to stay with him alone.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After some time, she returned home and found that Zeshan has left. She continued with her housework. The thought of Zeshan's imposing cock was stuck in her mind. It made her vagina continuously wet and she was feeling sticky in between her thighs, throughout the day. That night when she went to the bed, she was still excited at the thought of the Zeshan's imposing cock. That made her horny and she tried to wake her husband, but he didn't respond. So all the night she was restless and frustrated.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Every time Zeshan visited Zaheed's house, he saw Zaheed's mother Robina in a new light. Zeshan eyes constantly made their way toward her bosom and ass, a fact he knew she was aware of, but never said anything about.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The way their house was set up, all the bedrooms were on the second floor, and only one was on the ground floor. Zeshan parents' room was upstairs while Zeshan's was downstairs. It was a large house, and thus, it was possible to talk at a normal level in the hall by his room, and not be heard in his parent's room.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Every morning Zeshan's father would leave for work, and his sister and mother for school, since his mother was a school teacher, so he was left alone in the house. He didn't have to leave right away since he goes later to his job. So his mother asked Robina to help Zeshan in the morning if he needed it. She even gave her a key to the front door of their house.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina would usually come to Zeshan's room about 9 or 10 in the morning to make sure he was awake. She would visit with him a little, and then head off to her home if he wasn't having any problems. Sometimes when Zeshan was in a hurry, she made his breakfast. He would basically lie in bed, waiting for Robina to walk in his bedroom and talk to him. When he heard her coming, he would act sleepy and lazy like he didn't want to get up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Once when Zeshan was still in bed she pushed open the door and stepped into his room. She was wearing a pink colored shalwar qameez.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She took a few steps towards him and said in a mock angry voice, "You're still in bed lazy boy? Hurry, get up." And then she turned around, shut the door, and came over and sat on the edge of the bed. She was so close to him that her body was touching his body and could feel her hip against his thigh.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why are you are still in bed? It is late."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Robina, I think I am little ill," he replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan tried to get up, but Robina said him, "I don't want to disturb you, please lie down. Should I call the doctor?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, it's not serious I'll just take some Tylenol and I'll be ok." he replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan turned on his side with his legs bent, facing her. She put her hands on his feet, rubbing them, and told him to relax.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As she sat there on the bed Zeshan became aware of the fact that his dick was pointing straight at her and was practically brushing her ass crack. That felt so nice and he didn't try to move.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She had a strange look on her face, she wondered what he was doing. All of a sudden she noticed, her face was a little flushed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She looked at his dick and asked, "Zeshan, What is this? And what are you doing Zeshan?" She screamed, "You are a dirty little pervert!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan became so nervous and looked towards her and acted surprised. "What is the problem? I don't think I have done anything wrong." He replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't do that. You don't have to do that. I am the mother of your friend." She was acting very cool.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh! If I did something wrong, I am so sorry." Now that was embarrassing!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She acted cool, but Zeshan knew she was enjoying this.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She looked down at his cock and said. "Look what you have done to yourself."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan looked down and acted surprised.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh, Robina! I am so sorry!" Zeshan said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I didn't expect that from you. I may have talk to your mother." Robina replied!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No! Please no, I am really sorry and I promise to be more careful in the future."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ok, I must go now."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, please don't go I want to talk to you." Zeshan pleaded her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No! We will talk some other time."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"There's something that I need to tell you now," Zeshan managed to say.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ok, I'm all ears."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I don't exactly know how to say this," Zeshan said, impressed that he could even begin his sentence. He looked at her, not knowing how to continue. She looked beautiful to him. She always did.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I've had a crush on you ever since I met you." Zeshan closed his eyes. He didn't want to see her reaction, even though he really did. He expected to feel her hand whip across his face. He was waiting for her to slap him, he was waiting for her to respond. He certainly wasn't expecting her to say the next thing she said to him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I know," She replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan couldn't believe it. He was unable to comprehend how she could possibly know what he'd been feeling for her this whole time.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You...knew?" he asked. "How did you know?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I had a feeling," she began. "Sometimes a woman has a sixth sense about things like this." She laughed quietly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan felt as if he'd died inside.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How come you knew, and you've never said anything to me?" Zeshan asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Because I didn't want to seem arrogant. I didn't want to embarrass you, and besides, you're half my age!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It made sense but still didn't feel right about telling her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan said, "I really am sorry. Did it make you uncomfortable that I was letting you see my cock?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ok! Forget about it and don't worry about it. That's not the first time I have felt that, but be careful, don't repeat this!" She replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What are you talking about? What do you mean, not the first time?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"A couple of times you have brushed it against me," Robina replied shy coyly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh! You have felt that?" Zeshan thought there was no way she could feel me.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, I have felt it many times!" she replied</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But did nothing, then why now?" asked Zeshan.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Because before it was only for a flash, but now you have gone too far," Robina said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I want you. I love you." Zeshan pleaded this time.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But I don't love you that way. I am the same age as your mother" she said. "Zeshan, have you gone mad? I am the mother of your friend. The mother of three young children. Don't be stupid. My body is only for my husband. This is ridiculous. I will certainly not do this." Said Robina.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That doesn't mean we can't love each other," he put one hand on his hard dick and said, "Touch it. You have felt it but now please actually touch it." Zeshan replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She simply said, " No Zeshan. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She stared at him and said, "No way! I am not going to touch it." she replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come on, touch me. It won't bite. Please."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How can I? I am married, twice your age, the mother of your friend, and the friend of your mother. My husband and son would kill me if they found out," She whispered seductively.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Look, I think you are absolutely beautiful. I know you want it too." They were both breathing heavily, feeling the sexual tension between them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She simply said, "No Zeshan. This is a sin. This is simply not right. How can I face you in the future when we meet?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan pleaded, "Robina, please I love you so much."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina again said, "No Zeshan, please do not ask me to do this."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He replied, "Why are you feeling so guilty? You have already honored me, by kissing me and hugging me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As Zeshan talked, Robina still sat on his bed, not knowing what to do. Yes, even she realized that she was feeling very excited, ever since, she saw Zeshan's huge cock. But, she was nervous. She thought about her husband. Her marriage. Her children.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How could I, a married woman from more than 20 years, go for a friend of my son, just because his penis excited me? What about my loyalty to my husband? What about my own husband's feelings?" She thought.Each second felt like a lifetime. She was trembling. Her knees were wobbling. Her throat became dry.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan caught her hand and stared into her eyes for a long time. She felt a kind of current shoot through her though it was not the first time they touch each other. She could feel a sudden gush of moisture seep through her cunt.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan said, "Robina, it is true that I am obsessed by your sensuous body. But it seemed that you want me too."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina looked down and whispered, "I don't know, what to say, Zeshan," She was feeling so shy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Suddenly he caught her hand and placed it on his stomach. This time, she didn't resist and she kept her grip on his stomach and ran her hand over his stomach and started to feel his chest and shoulders. Then her hands moved over to his arms, and she kneaded the muscles on his arms. As she was doing this, his dick started to come to attention once again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She was a little hesitant, but without saying a word, she reached her hand out and wrapped it around his dick.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan couldn't believe it!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She slowly slid her hand up and down. It was now a full-fledged boner, and he was proud of his 8-inch cock.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now she started to slowly stroke up and down on it. Zeshan was almost in a trance and couldn't believe his luck. he was shocked, utterly shocked, at this woman whom he lusted after for what seemed to be forever, this woman who was now sitting along side of him and stroking his dick. A voice inside of him told him to wake up, and he realized that the dream, the fantasy that he 'd been keeping secret for more than a year was finally coming true.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know, I almost have to say it isn't fair that you have been thinking about me like this, I am the mother of your friend," She said, looking in his eyes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He laughed and said, "I am doing nothing just want to love you my sweet." She laughed and said they should not cross the limit.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Please don't talk any more about this. We have crossed the line."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan started to slide his hand up toward her breasts. Then he placed his hand, in a cupping position on one of her breasts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan could tell that she was really turned on, and he could see her beginning to enter "the mental place" where women feel so good they will let one do anything, as long as one doesn't stop!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan dick had never felt harder than it did right then, and he thought it was going to explode.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Look at my dick. Look how hard you made my dick. All I want to do is fuck that sweet pussy of yours."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I made it that way and I would treat it nicely, but promise me you don't tell Zaheed about this." She had a devilish smile when she looked into his eyes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course not. How I could talk to Zaheed about this?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan was getting a raging erection, with which she seemed pleased, and the temperature in the bedroom seemed to be rising.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There was an awkward silence, then she quietly asked. "Can you keep it a secret Zeshan?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And then they were searching each other's strings of shalwar (trousers) and soon they opened them. Zeshan started to slide his hand up her leg. When his fingers got to her pussy, he ran his hand all around, touching the lips of her pussy. He started to feel along the length of her slit, and his finger moved her clit back and forth at the top of her vagina. Her pussy was very wet, and his fingers were touching her all over, but in no particular pattern.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They didn't talk for a few minutes while they just stroked each other. Zeshan slowly pushed his finger into her pussy and began to slowly fuck her pussy. He varied the pace until she began to build to an orgasm. His goal right now was to give her pleasure in a way that she hadn't had in years.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina was finally moaning and screaming, asking for him to fuck her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes...please...fuck me now Zeshan, I can not control it anymore."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan got up and slowly pushed Robina onto her back. He pulled her shalwar down her legs and she helped him, lifting up her ass as he took it off. She had killer legs. For that matter, she was killer from head to toe. Robina had a beautiful flat stomach even after giving birth to Zaheed and his younger brother, and sister. She spread her legs wide apart to accommodate him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She spread her legs and raised her eyebrows at him, questioning, well what are you waiting for?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Please be gentle Zeshan, I haven't had a cock, as big as yours before," Robina whispered to him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">So Robina reached for his cock and guided it to her pussy, rubbing the tip of his cock on her wet slit, which made her twitch a little. Then he pushed the head of his cock into her pussy. Robina's legs stretched a little bit further to accommodate his massive cock.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Once Zeshan broke the entryway, it slid right in. Robina let out a loud gasp as if she were running out of breath. Robina had a pussy so tight a virgin would be proud, to have had her pussy. Zeshan could feel, that Robina had not had a man for a long time because her pussy was really tight as it engulfed his cock. Her pussy was so tight, and yet it was quite wet. It may have been from the lack of use, but Robina had the softest, slickest pussy he had ever fucked. She felt like wet, slick velvet wrapped around his cock. It didn't matter that she was 18 years older than him, or that she was his friend's mother.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Unngh, I feel so full of your cock. It's hurting me," Robina said as half of his cock entered her very wet pussy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you want me to stop?" he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh no! Please don't stop, this is the best cock I ever had." Robina begged him, and her both hands reached around his ass grabbing his hips.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">So Zeshan slowly pushed forward the remaining half of his cock into her drenched pussy, as she moaned loudly and tightened her grip on his ass.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan slowly worked his dick in and out for a minute or two. Then he laid her legs flat, and straight ahead, knelt above her with a knee on the outside of each of her legs, with his dick still inside. He put both of his hands under her hips and grabbed them. Now he really started to piston in and out and Robina began to throw herself back into his thrusts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh it feels so good, I had never felt such a hard thing in my life."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This created an incredibly tight fit with the base of his dick rubbing her clit. Zeshan slowly pumped and drove her wild.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan pushed the kameez (Long shirt) up further and revealed her nice breasts. Her tits really looked great. They were very round and full and were probably between a c and d cup. For being nearly forty years old, there was just about no sag. Her nipples were perfect. he couldn't believe how great they were. Her nipples were hard and begging to be touched.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan began to pinch her nipples and picked up the pace with his dick. Robina went wild as he started pumping his cock fast, deep and hard into her cunt. She was now bucking like a wild young colt with its first rider.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan held her shoulders to force all of his lengths into her. The feeling of Robina's hot and tight pussy was about to make him cum. So he pumped in and out of Robina's pussy a little slower. As he was pumping her, Robina was moaning loudly and was bucking her hips to the rhythm created by his thrusts into her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If Zaheed ever found out, you fucked his mother, he would kill you." Robina blurted between her loud moans.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan replied the same way. "Yes you are Zaheed's mother, but you are a pretty woman. He should be proud of you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm your horny lover, not your best friend's mother, do you understand?" she shouted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, you are my Robina, my lover," Zeshan replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But when we are alone and not in the presence of anyone else," Robina advised him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan knew, he couldn't hold out much longer since she was coming off an orgasm. He pinched her nipples hard as she released. She was trying to catch her breath and gain her bearings when he pulled out and raised her legs on top of his shoulders and grabbed hold of her shoulders, as he kept slamming harder and harder into her pussy, and Robina knew he was having fun playing with her pussy. She still had on her qameez with her bra pushed up over her breasts which he still tweaked occasionally, and when he pinched her nipple, Robina told him, "Come on Zeshan, eat it! Suck my nipples!" She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and sucked on his neck, whispering in his ear, "Zeshan, let me tell you honestly, I love you. Please don't think badly of me, but I've wanted you, and waited for this moment, for so long. Oh, yes! Please, please, don't stop fucking me, it feels so good! Oh, please don't ever stop."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan said, "Yes! I knew you wanted it and you'd like it, like this. You teased me enough, so now let me fuck you roughly. You'll think twice before you tease me again, with your succulent tits." He bent forward and taking one nipple in his mouth started to suck it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina said, "Yeah! Teach this pussy a lesson. Teach your lover. Fuck her pussy hard, she deserves a rough fuck!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan replied, "Say my name! Say my name!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina moaned, "That's it! Fuck me Zeshan! Ahhh... Zeshan! Fuck me, Zeshan! Fuck me good! Zeshan! Fuck my pussy good, Zeshan! Oh, my husband, why aren't you my husband, Zeshan?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am, I am your husband!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes! You are!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Pinch me, Robina! Tell me I'm not dreaming! Is this really happening?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina pinched him and dug her nail in his ass and said, "Oh Zeshan! This is not a dream! You're really fucking me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She was panting and moaning in his ear, begging him, pleading with him, for more. "Just a little more, please, oh please, don't stop!" Robina sucked in her breath, her head rolling from side to side. She wrapped her legs around his back and bucked up her hips to take him even deeper into her willing pussy. He started pumping his cock still faster into her, in and out like a steam hammer. Robina slipped one hand between her legs and started to stroke her clit while she grabbed hold of Zeshan's swinging balls with her other hand, pulling and squeezing them. "Oh, Zeshan! That feels so good! I'm going to cum again soon! Don't stop!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina bounced and bucked so hard she thought his thick prick would rip her in half. Her body finally had what it had needed for a long time. Robina was moaning as Zeshan slammed into her, bucking with the pure pleasure that his cock was giving her. It was fantastic having such a large, powerful cock in her pussy, and tears of joy flowed down her cheeks as she begged him to split her in half. Zeshan started to pant and groan himself as the bed creaked and lurched under them, and realized that their coupling would have been heard by anyone in the house if anyone had been there. He slowly pulled back and forth to cover his thick cock with her joy juices to further lubricate it. Zeshan wasn't holding anything back now and strongly ripped open her cunt with his rock solid cock. He pumped her fast and hard and Robina felt as if she were going in and out of consciousness as he fucked her. Soon she felt her second climax building up inside her and quickly knew that she was going to cum again! She also felt Zeshan's thrusts get stronger and she realized that he too was about to cum.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh, Robina, I can't last any longer! I'm cumming!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina yelled at him, "Yes, yes, yes," Robina said, feeling that Zeshan was close to climaxing. "Give it to me. Zeshan, please cum in me! I like it! I want it!" His whole body lurched forward and Robina felt the tip of his cock smash against her cervix.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan felt the cum start to escape from the depths of his loins.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There was a grimace on her face, but he think it was from lust, not pain. he continued fucking Robina.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina said, feeling that he was close to climaxing. "Give it to me." or maybe she was fucking him, but whatever, they both began moaning and groaning before she let out a yelp.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm cumming again!!" was all she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And with those words Robina wrapped her legs and arms around Zeshan very tightly as if her life depended on it. Zeshan continued fucking her after her orgasm and a few seconds later he came inside Robina's pussy. It felt so incredible to Robina! What really surprised her was that she could feel Zeshan's hot sperm literally shooting into her, while her husband's cum just seemed to dribble out of his cock. Zeshan lay on top of her for a few minutes trying to catch his breath.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you glad that I let you fuck me?" she asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am, I am too happy, thank you very much. I love you," He replied, kissing her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are welcome! I am also happy for the pleasure you gave me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan couldn't believe it, that he had just fucked his best friend's mother. Then he rolled on his side. She hurriedly got some tissue paper and wiped her cunt and then his cock.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Now, I trust, you won't tell anyone."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan shook his head slowly and replied. "I can't believe it myself. Who could I tell?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We'd better get dressed now. My daughter might be waiting for me," Robina said as she got up, kissed him on the cheek, then frantically got dressed and hurriedly went out to the door.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan hurriedly took a bath and then changed clothes. After breakfast, he went to his work.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We'd better get dressed now. My daughter might be waiting for me," Robina said as she got up, kissed him on the cheek, then frantically got dressed and hurriedly went out to the door.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan hurriedly took a bath and then changed clothes. After breakfast, he went to his work.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan couldn't concentrate on his work at all that day, as he thought about Robina body: her breasts, her ass, her pussy, and as he dwelt on these visions of loveliness, he pondered his situation. He had just fucked his best friend's mother, a woman about 18 years his senior, and a woman who apparently adores him and would let him do anything he wanted with her. Those thoughts put a smile on his face.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Zeshan got home, Robina was there talking to his mother. He greeted her and she him, but didn't look him directly in his eyes. He could not take his eyes away from her. Although he was sure Robina was conscious of his staring at her, as a mature woman she pretended in his mother's presence that nothing had happened between them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan tried to keep his distance from her, because he was afraid, she might be mad at him for having seduced her. But he couldn't just stand there, so he sat down with Robina and his mother on the sofa. they were all making idle conversation when his mother told them, she was going to the kitchen to make tea. That left Robina and Zeshan alone. He placed his hand on her knee and started rubbing it gently. She released a soft sigh as he moved his hand up to her thigh. As he was nearing her upper thigh she uncrossed her legs and spread them apart to receive his intruding hand, but when he reached the meeting point of her thighs, she stopped him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What are you doing? Your mother may come," Robina, reminded him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"She's busy in the kitchen, let me feel it." he said to her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina said him, "No! I think that what happened between us this morning was wrong."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nothing we did was wrong, I will be waiting for you tomorrow morning, " he said to her insistently.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina stood up from the couch and went to join his mother in the kitchen.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That night Zeshan couldn't sleep, thinking about, what had happened that morning. He was not sure she'd come the next morning.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She did return the next morning, however. He was elated to see her again when she entered. And how! She was dressed in just a black qameez and a white shalwar. He ran to her and gently embraced her, and his hands groped her body, not knowing where to caress her in his excitement.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then sinking his face into her neck, they rubbed their bodies together. His cock thickened as he pressed against her thigh. Her response was to hold him even tighter. Her thigh felt fantastic as she pressed it into him. She held his face with both hands. She kissed his neck, face and lips. In no time, Robina had her tongue in his mouth, and he pushed him into hers. They licked each other's tongues and lips. She sucked his tongue as if it were a cock. After what had occurred the previous day, that first passionate kissing was fucking hot. They stood there embracing and licking each other's tongue. The room was filled with lust!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan took her hand and guided it to his throbbing member where she reached out and rubbed it from the outside of his shalwar.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They made out hungrily as his hands explored her soft, extensive curves. Without wasting time, he grabbed a handful of her beautiful ass and pulled her closer to him. he shoved his face into her breasts as she pressed them against him. He lifted her qameez along with her bra and smothered his face in the flesh of her soft breasts, then he lightly kissed her bare breasts, licking her tense nipples, sending her moaning in pleasure.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I love you, Zeshan!" Robina moaned in absolute pleasure as he gently bit her nipples.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan kneaded her nipples, and slid his hands inside her shalwar over the edge of her belly and tantalized her clit. He began fondling and squeezing her breasts. Hungrily, he put his mouth on one of her nipples and began sucking. He kept fondling her other breast, with his palm. Her vagina became wet. In his lust, Zeshan began biting her breasts and nipples very roughly. .There were oofs, and aahs from both of them as they worked up a sweat for few minutes or so.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">At this point, they were at a fever pitch, and he needed to release his hard-on to the air before it suffocated. Robina's hand found it's way to his cock. Quickly Robina started to stroke it vigorously. She would stroke his cock and cup his balls simultaneously.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan sucked and bit her nipples. She continued to grab his cock. She immediately pulled his string and opened it. As it fell to his feet, she took his bare cock in her silky soft hand. She started slowly stroking it. Her eyes were closed, and he couldn't believe it when Robina suddenly dropped to her knees between his legs and bent her head, proceeding to kiss and lick his cock and rub it all over her face. She began running her tongue over the head of his penis and sucking him, all the while fondling his gorgeous testicles.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After kissing and licking without hesitation, Robina opened her mouth as wide as it would go, to engulf his fat knob with her mouth. His young cock was so big and fat Robina could only get half of it inside her hungry mouth. Once she got her mouth around him she felt like she was sucking on a big piece of candy. She would let it out, lick the sides of his shaft, circle his cock head with her tongue and then shove it inside her mouth again. This went on again and again. All the while she fondled his balls with her free hand. Zeshan caught her head in his hands and began roughly thrusting his huge penis in and out of her mouth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan was so dizzy he had to hold onto a post to keep his balance. He was wondering how this conservative woman had learned all these lustful techniques.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina kept squeezing his balls, and the same time she would circle his asshole with her finger, causing him to buck and shove his cock deeper.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan looked down at her lovingly, and when he saw her black eyes looking up into him angelically. He ran his hands through her hair and said, " Oh! Stop it, now it's my turn."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina got up and hugged him, he couldn't help himself, and he began to kiss her neck over and over, saying that after such an amazing performance he felt that it would only be fair for him to reciprocate.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan now slid his hand to her shalwar string and pulled it, and let it drop to the floor. Then she stepped out of the shalwar, uncovering her freshly shaved, swollen cunt.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you want me to lick your pussy?" Zeshan asked to her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Would you do that for me? I have not tried it before because my husband won't do it," she excitedly told him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I've always wanted to taste you, Robina, " He made her lie down on the bed. He then smacked his lips and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Robina sucked on his tongue. Zeshan's lust was growing.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan was biting her in passion, he did not realize that his bites were painful to her. He began kissing her belly and thrust his tongue into her navel.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan continued to kiss and lick his way down her body, feeling her body tense up each time his lips brushed against her silky skin. He kissed along her tight, taut tummy, his tongue circling the area around her belly button, and he heard her squeal with glee. He began kissing her belly and thrust his tongue into her navel.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Zeshan reached her thighs he took the initiative and spread her apart with his hands. On his knees, he inhaled the intoxicating aroma of her sex. Her scent was truly remarkable, a scent that he'd waited for four long years to smell.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then Zeshan bent down and put his mouth to her pussy. He began running his tongue all over her pubic area and licking it vigorously. Then his tongue entered her pussy folds and began moving on her inner vaginal lips. He began swirling his tongue around her clitoris and flicking over it. Then he began thrusting his tongue, deep into her cunt, in and out for a long time. He kept sucking her pussy juices into his mouth and hungrily swallowing them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That feels so good." she was breathing heavily, running her delicate fingers through his hair.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Since Robina was getting very excited and her pussy was oozing like some fountain, with the excitement. soon she came all over his face while screaming out his name, "Zeshan, Zeshan, Zeshan, sweet Zeshan ."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan's face was completely covered with Robina's sweet juices.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina's pussy tasted heavenly. He went right for her engorged clit, sucking it forcibly into his mouth. Robina lost control and then started to moan loudly, and bucked her hips to the rhythm and directions of his tongue.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ahh, ahh, ahh... Zeshan, you are the best!" Robina cried as she pushed his head deeper into her pussy. He literally ate Robina's pussy, he licked and chewed</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Each time he sucked her clit, she would throw her hips towards him hard. She began to fuck his face, which was a totally new experience for him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">With Zeshan's face "in" Robina's pussy, Robina folded her legs over the back of his head, and she began to hump her pussy on his face, head, and tongue. He turned her and began to kiss and lick her fluffy hips and then her ass crack. She let out an animal like groan when he stuck his tongue into her asshole.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a few minutes of eating her drenched pussy and ass. "Oh, Zeshan! What are you doing to me?" Robina asked between her soft moans. "Oh, that feels so wonderful! Please stop it and fuck me now!" Robina begged Zeshan.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Zeshan, I want your big cock inside the place you love now, I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me so badly, so hard, with no hesitation whatsoever, Zeshan! I want you to fuck me all the day!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan cock was aching due to its hardness, and he could feel the blood rushing through his veins, it felt so hot he was almost afraid it would burn her when he pushed it into her hot, glistening cunt.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She really didn't need to say anything because they both knew what they both wanted. He looked at her beautiful body, especially at her wet pussy and knelt between her legs, bent over on top of her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan's penis was vigorously throbbing, in anticipation of entering her moist cunt. He positioned the thick head of his cock at the entrance of her cunt. She grasped his dick in her hand and led it to her silky slit. She slid it up and down against her damp pussy, moaned, she began rubbing his cock head, across the folds of her pussy lips and lightly thumped it across her clitoris. Currents of pleasure shot up through Robina's body. She waited eagerly in anticipation, to receive his huge cock into her cunt. He pushed the head into her pussy. Anxiously she spread her thighs wider, to be able to accommodate the cock easier. It slowly parted her pussy lips and the head slowly entered her pussy. Robina's delicate pussy lips got stretched. She gasped as he plunged his cock into her. He forced his cock further into her and embedded his fat cock in her pussy. Then she groaned as he slipped his rock hard cock inside her hot wetness. He was now fully inside her big cunt and now he started to forcefully slide in and out of her pussy. Robina's body was being violently tossed, up and down. She arched her back and started to pant and moan. He grabbed her shoulders, in his hands again and pulled her against himself.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ahhh! Robina, that feels so good!" he whispered. Robina's pussy was tight but really hot and very wet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Zeshan your cock is the best!!" Robina praised him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And your pussy is great!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As the wetness of Robina's pussy engulfed his cock he slowly plunged his cock in and out of her dripping pussy. The sound of his cock slurping in and out of her pussy and her erotic moans filled the air.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a few minutes of slow fucking his best friend's mother, he was on the verge of cumming, so he grabbed her hips and then rammed his cock into her pussy feverishly. Robina exposed her voluptuous breasts and he cupped them in my hands. She reached and grabbed his ass and pulled him inside, then let him pull back, and they rocked together.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, Robina your pussy is really hot!" I moaned.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ahhh, my hot pussy is just for you Zeshan, now fuck me harder!" Robina commanded him as he felt her vagina tightening around his cock. He did what he was ordered, so he brought her legs up on his shoulders and then began to ram his cock violently in and out of her pussy. Each forward thrust spreading her narrow cervical sphincter wider and wider. Zeshan's thick and swollen dick head kept drilling into the deepest part her cunt, with no mercy, sweat was just pouring off of them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh Zeshan, oh Zeshan, oh Zeshan...Ohh yes, Zeshan! Please fuck your friend's mother! You want to fuck your friend's mother, don't you?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh yes!" he moaned.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Fuck me! Zeshan Fuck your friend's mother, you are the best gift to me from my son! "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a few minutes, her legs curled up to her body and she stiffened as she wrapped her legs around him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">" Zeshannnn ufffffff Zeshannnn..." Robina screamed as she reached an orgasm.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As she came down from her orgasm he kept on pounding his cock into her spent vagina as he was nearing his orgasm.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Haaaaah, haaaaaaah Robina " he groaned as he pulled her body firmly into him. Then he warned her, " Robina, I'm cumming!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ok Zeshan, come inside your friend's mother, I want to feel my son best friend's hot honey inside me,"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And with that encouragement, he flooded her pussy with his white sticky semen. Then he collapsed on top of her as they both lay spent on Zeshan's bed with his cum dripping out of her pussy and down onto the bed sheet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You don't know how much pleasure and satisfaction you have given me, Zeshan. I have never been so pleased and satisfied by sex before. I don't think I will get the smile off my face for a week."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina confided in him and said, " Zeshan, you don't know how I miss being held by a real man because my husband hasn't made love to me for years."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But I thought you didn't like sex!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She laughed and said, "What an idiot idea! I have always loved it, but my husband can only do it once or twice in a month and that's just for 2 minutes, he hasn't given me an orgasm for years. And you, you naughty boy, amazingly have given me extremely intense orgasms, which were probably the best releases that I have ever had in my life!!" replied Robina with joy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't worry Robina my sweet, I'll always make you happy." And with that, he kissed her all over her body.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes! You will always please me because you are, much longer and thicker than my husband, and you stayed hard for longer. And besides that, you are so sweet and loving."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina taught him a lot of things; she was really good in pleasuring a man. They lay there in their sexual afterglow, and held each other, kissing and hugging, only sorry they had not done this when they first met. As he lay next to her, she wrapped her arms around him she whispered, "I love you." She kissed him and held him, at the same time cradling him in her arms. They lay like this for a long time.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She started kissing him on his neck and chest. She slowly worked her way down to his cock. His cock was sliding between her experienced fingers.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan begins caressing her nipples, alternately, with his right hand, one finger of his left hand is buried in her pussy while Rubina was playing with his dick, and by this point, his dick was hard again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You're so big!" She whispered in his ear. "I guess you want to continue?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is it bigger than your husband's?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"More than twice in length and thickness," she said, and her grip slackened and she began caressing it lovingly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How lucky I am to be able to enjoy your tight pussy," Zeshan said, and lowered his head and started to suck on her nipples. Robina grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into her breasts. he went back and forth between her breasts, giving each one equal time.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Robina! Let's do it again," he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She smiled and nuzzled her face against him, and without a word she turned over and rolled over at the same time so that she wound up on top of him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina arched her body so that she was positioned over the length of Zeshan penis, she slowly began to ease herself down onto him, watching him the entire time. His hands trembled slightly against her sides, trying to help her to keep her balance. His eyes watched hers as hers watched him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Slowly she lowered herself onto him, and suddenly he felt transported to a New World, one of immense wetness and heat. His cock was a snug fit, like a leather glove. Robina started riding him up and down, really slow, almost an imperceptible movement at times. She leaned down and pressed her body against him as she rode him, and he felt himself writhe against her skin every time she raised her hips. He kissed her lovingly, his mouth moving from her forehead to her cheek to her mouth to her ear, brushing his lips over her face each time he moved.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As they continued to make love, she began to moan rather loudly, maybe a little too loudly, but he only felt a sense of great pride, happy that the woman who he'd always dreamt about is riding on him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan was in his own personal heaven, rising and falling underneath Robina's divine body, thrusting upward to meet her every time.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She lowered herself back down onto him. She was bouncing up and down like a woman in heat.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan could tell that his balls were totally drained into Robina's wet hot pussy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the other hand, Zeshan's rock-hard cock was moving in and out of Robina 's pussy whereas his both hands were squeezing her respective boobs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan wanted this moment to last forever, and as much as he'd wished and hoped, he knew that soon enough, she and he would both cum again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thier bodies still pressed tightly together, she moved rhythmically up and down, her head arched backward, her eyes shut tightly, and by that time she was crying out into the air.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh, Zeshan, you knew that I needed this," she screamed. Her voice was hoarse, a little raspy. "You knew that I wanted to make love like this."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina started to increase her tempo and her breathing increased. She was screamed at him to "Fuck me hard, fuck me harder." Soon it was just "Fuck me harder," on each thrust.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan head was thrashing around and he was grunting with every thrust. He was quickly reaching the point of no return, and she continued yelling, "Fuck me! Zeshan! I love your cock. I want this cock for all time! Yes, cum inside of me come on, give it to me, let it go, fill me up! " Robina exclaimed. And then...Zeshan exploded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">With a long, loud groan, Zeshan blasted, filling her pussy with his sperm. Robina kept riding him, even after two orgasms, and all her juices flowed out onto his thighs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She just lay on top of him for a few minutes. Then she said, "I have to go Zeshan. Though I don't wish to go"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina and Zeshan secretly became lovers from that day on. Once after a nice fuck they lay and were talking when she made him hard again and they were ready to make love.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan asked her. "What is your favorite position in fucking?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina then told Zeshan shyly that her favorite position was doggy style, well always a gentleman he had to please. She got on her hands and knees; this was the first time Zeshan had gotten a good look at Robina's ass like this, and the sight of it made him mad. He had looked at many bottoms over the years; in tight little shorts, bikinis, jeans, and business suit though never naked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You have a muscular butt, Robina," Zeshan said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Thanks, I think," she replied. He slid a finger into the upper part of her ass crack. "Tell me, Robina, is your ass is virgin? I bet it is."</span></p><div class="aa_ht" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin-top: 0px;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It is," she said, "but don't go there."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let me do it, I bet you'd like it."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I bet I wouldn't. Don't go there, Zeshan."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan was sliding his finger up and down her crack, and he held her pretty white ass open as he teased her cunt with his cock. Sliding his cock along her wet slit, then sticking it in an inch or so and taking it out.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina begged him, "Please don't tease me, do it, as I want it in me so badly!"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">With that comment, he rammed it all the way in with one shove. She gasped loudly as he filled her pussy with his hard cock. Her breathing was coming faster as he held her wide hips and slammed his cock in her.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh god, I love feeling your balls slapping my pussy!" she cried out as she came, flooding his dick with her wetness.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan's balls sticky with her juice, he started to slap at her ass as it bounced when he slammed his cock in her pussy, so he grabbed a handful of ass cheek in each hand and pulled her to him roughly. It seemed to make her, even more, excited when he did and she bucked against him harder and was carrying.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ah, Zeshan, now! Do it now! Move, honey! Fuck me till I fucking split! Unh! Right! There! Now!"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina was breathing so fast, he thought she would hyperventilate so he slowed down.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"NO!" she screamed out at him, "Don't slow down, fuck me hard. Please make me cum again and again, fuck me hard!"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan resumed his assault on her sweet pussy as it clung tightly to his cock. He was fixing to cum again as she humped against him.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">By unspoken agreement, they meet daily. Now they fuck, chat, cuddle, and fight like teenagers every day. They began their relationship in his house so Robina and Zeshan used his bedroom to fuck for hours at a time. He couldn't drop the idea of fucking her ass from his mind.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">One day when they were making love and her legs were on his shoulder he asked her "Let me fuck your ass."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">______________________________________________</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Listen Zeshan, I have told you not there, why you don't understand? Women have their own hole for pleasures."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"All right," he slid out of her. "I don't want to keep more any relation with a woman who can't love me."</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But you're not leaving me like this! Let we finish." She was looking so angry.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan inserted his cock and said, "Okay! But I don't want to keep any relationship with you if you don't fulfill my fantasy. "</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soon they finished without talking. She got up dressed, but didn't look at him. "I'm can't believe you said that," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But you're not leaving me like this! Let we finish." She was looking so angry.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan inserted his cock and said, "Okay! But I don't want to keep any relationship with you if you don't fulfill my fantasy. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soon they finished without talking. She got up dressed, but didn't look at him. "I'm can't believe you said that," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am not sorry for saying that and I stand by it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I will never see you again after today." she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay! I don't care," Zeshan replied arrogantly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I told you dozen times I don't like it, but you won't understand? You're a fucking bastard."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I just wanted one thing, and you won't give it to me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She looked sad. She said him "I will remember this for the rest of my life, I swear, we never met."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan raised his head and looked at her. Tears were running from his eyes. And she left silently. He didn't know what she was thinking, he was thinking of the way her face had looked, the way she'd left.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan couldn't sleep that night and the next morning he waited for her but, she didn't come. She didn't show up the next few days either.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When they met for the first time after that incident Robina and he looked in opposite directions, not looking at each other. Now Zeshan was desperate. Every time he thought about it, it felt like he had lost something from his life. They'd good times. He wondered if they might talk again. He'd be lucky to get her back.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After two weeks Zaheed came to meet him at work and said that he should come by tonight to their house, as his father has gone to meet his parents in his hometown, and he was going out of town to meet someone important. He also told him that his mother would be talking to his mother.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That evening when Zeshan went home. His mother asked him that Robina has called, and wanted him to stay there in her home, as her children and husband were gone she was alone, so after dinner, you should go and stay the night. Zeshan wanted to fly there now, but he would have stay until dinner.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Only Zaheed's little sister and little brother were home. Zeshan knew they fell asleep early and were heavy sleepers, one needed an alarm to wake them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina put her fist under Zeshan chin and raised his head. "We're still friends, right?" she gave him an oblique look.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Right," he said still watching TV, and not talking much except what they were looking at.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina showed him the room he would sleep in. She gave him a hug and a light kiss on his lips as they enter the room, and left the room quickly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After about 10 minutes the door opened and Robina entered silently in the room, wearing red qameez and black shalwar, holding the tray in her hands.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am sorry for how I acted!" Zeshan exclaimed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her soft fingers ran through his hair. Her neckline was open slightly, and he could see part of her breasts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why are you doing this?" she asked softly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Doing what?" he asked innocently.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You don't know what you did?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I know." he interrupted her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay! Forget about it" she tried to touch his cock but he asked her not to. She tried again and again but he couldn't let her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then she said him, "It all right don't love me, but I love you, and I will sleep here tonight."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She turned off the light, walked to the bed and rolled onto her back threw the cover over her head. Her body was touching him. That made his cock hard.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sometime later Zeshan felt Robina's soft body, she pressed her ass against his hard cock. Her ass cheeks clenched his hard cock as it wedged between them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina gyrated against Zeshan's cock. He couldn't control himself and he had spooned himself behind her, and nudging his cock between her thighs. She snuggled closer and repositioned her leg. His fingers fluttered the lips of her pussy. And murmur in her ear: "Is this the right place?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know better," she said, and backed up to him, snuggling her ass against his thighs. He entered her, the tip of his cock sliding against her interior wall, where the sweet spot was, his leg slipping between her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her moans and squeals were loud and out of control. "Your cock feels so good in my pussy after such a long time. That's it. Fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Rip my pussy apart. Hurry. Yes... put your finger in my clit...ohh...that's it...deeper. I'm gonna cum..." At the same time, he bit into the side of her neck.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan set lightly his teeth there in her shoulder. Robina's gasps and screams were out of control as her body was wracked with a continuous series of orgasms. He continued to stroke her with his still-hard cock, and his fingers cuddling her clit, and she came and came, profoundly, blissfully sighing and whimpering.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">So again they were like old friends, cuddled together, Zeshan held her, and she clutched him hard against herself as they'd starved of contact. After that, she stood, switched on the light. She looked up at him smiling playfully with her black eyes twinkling with luster. Slowly lifting her qameez over her head and pulled her shalwar string let her fall to the floor, and with it, his jaw open, this was the first time he saw her naked fully. She was, even more, gorgeous than he had fantasized. Zeshan eyes never left hers.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You must have been thinking about it for a while."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, you're right, I have been thinking about it since the day we met,"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I have been," she sighed. "I took off my panties and bra this evening and have been squirming around ever since just thinking about your cock in me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is there anything you would like to do?" Robina asked him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes. But..."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But what?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know what I have always wanted to..."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina smiled and looked at him and said. "Patience Zeshan. Good and precious things in life are worth waiting for and my ass is really good and precious."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina kissed him hard. "I can't see you sad, I would love you to do what you want to me. I have decided to try it for you, there is Vaseline on the table. Are you ready to fuck my ass, Zeshan?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan was really horny for this. He had her lie on her stomach and moved behind her, dropped to his knees to get a better look.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The creamy white round spheres were as smooth as a baby skin. The crevice splitting the two halves were split open to reveal her tight little brown asshole just above the swollen plum of her pussy. The fleshy folds of her pink lips peeked out from the gash down the middle. "I think I'm going to cum just looking at your delicious bottom," I teased.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan took a handful of her ass cheeks and started squeezing them, kneading her soft tender flesh between his palms and fingers. He couldn't believe he was going to be the first one to fuck that great and perfect ass.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When she felt his breath on her leg she moaned, "Oh Zeshan, kiss me. Kiss my ass, you will be the first on earth to kiss my ass."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan brought his lips to her hips and kissed it. The flesh felt so warm and soft against his mouth. "Oh yes, Zeshan! That's it! That feels so good. Let your tongue slide all the way inside."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina ass was right in front of Zeshan's nose now. He could smell the soap from her shower. She smelled so good. He was intoxicated. He slowly kissed her down her back, he spread her ass cheeks and ran his tongue down her crack. He circled her anus.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina was moaned when Zeshan inserted his tongue into her ass and one finger in her pussy. He fucked her with it like it was a small dick. After He pulled his fingers out of her pussy, he inserted it into her ass.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That feels great. I want you to fuck my ass with that nice dick of yours."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan lubed up his dick and her ass with the vaseline. He still couldn't believe what he was about to do. He spread her ass cheeks and put the head of his dick against her asshole.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan guided the tip of his cock against her sphincter and pushed. At first, nothing happened. He spit some of his saliva on his dick, he placed his cock again on Robina's asshole and pushed slowly, this time, it went an inch, then pushed in another inch, then paused again he paused, in another inch, paused again...</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"uuuhhh!" cried Robina "It hurts Zeshan"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Please be patient, a little bit more," he said while trying to insert his cock in her asshole.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Finally, he felt her push back, against him and suddenly the half of his cock was inside her. She had painful facial expressions and she dug her nails into the bed sheet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan placed his hands on her hips and started pushing his cock deeper and harder inside her asshole. It felt great. He was buried all the way in, and he bent down and kissed her neck before he worked his cock deeper and deeper as she rotated her ass back against him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yeeeesss, It feels strange!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Does it hurt?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It hurts a little," said Robina. "Be gentle!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan felt her grip his shaft with the muscles of her ass and the pleasure was incredible. He pulled her back by the hair or if she moved back further onto it herself and screamed, "Fuck your Robina's ass," Robina said as she turned and looked at him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deeper and deeper he went, till he was fully buried in her ass. She hissed in pleasure and her fingers went to her cunt, spreading her cunt-lips and she arched a finger into her slit, flicking her clitoris rapidly. Her hips writhed in pleasure under him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina started to play with her pussy as he slowly started to fuck her ass. As they both got into a rhythm, he got going faster. They were both moaning loudly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan started a slow in and out movement, still holding her head back with her hair as he reached around her and took hold of her hard nipple. There seemed to be little coordination between his steady fucking and the increasingly rough treatment of her breast.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina let out a groan and said, "Fuck my ass with your fat cock! Bust my ass! Bust it! It's all yours!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan shoved his cock as deep as he could and pull it out with each stroke harder than the previous one. And she was back to humping back against with each of increasingly his hard thrusts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Grinning down at her, his face flushed with excitement, Zeshan ground his cock into her anus. She moaned. He pressed his hands on the insides of her thighs, folding her body in half, his body angled over hers, his toes on the lowest step, his powerful muscles corded with the strain. His shoulders rippled and his arms bulged and she clenched them fiercely as he began to move, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, pushing and squeezing his cock in and out of her asshole. Robina gasped and panted deliriously, watching the growing lust on his face. Her body was pinned under his, bent to his will. Her loins flamed with lust. his cock tunneling in and out of her asshole, pushing and squeezing through, crushing her anal flesh. She moaned, and her finger whipped her clitoris rapidly and she orgasm, gasping and moaning. Her anus convulsed on his cock and he groaned, his head arched, his buttocks flexing and unflexing slowly, his hips grinding heavily back and forth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">At one point, Zeshan pulled it completely out and saw Robina's ass hole gaping open! It was small! It looked like a tiny mouth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan shoved his cock furiously that went inside her ass and she screamed, "Ohhh! You really want to bust my ass."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan rubbed her clit as he shoved his cock; squeezing her clit with his fingertips. She bucked hard into him making his cock go in even deeper. She screamed genuinely wanting more.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Deeper, give me all of it!" Robina was fighting for control, but she was losing. "Harder, give it to me harder!" Zeshan couldn't believe she just said that.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina had plump buns, and they jiggled with every thrust. Zeshan spanked her ass as he picked up the pace to a quick gallop.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh, yes! Do that again!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And he did it again and again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan powerful thrusts and huge cock had left her weak, but she still hadn't given up control.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan reached around and crushed her tits as his cock hammered her asshole. He moved one of his hands down to her pussy. She cried out when an orgasm hit he rubbed his fingers rapidly across her clit. She turned her head and kissed him hard and recklessly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina's pussy was dripping when he caressed it. She stuck her finger inside her pussy and started rubbing her clit.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan repositioned himself to sit directly on top of Robina's ass while his cock was still thrusting inside. He bent down and pressed his upper body against her back.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soon he started giving Robina's asshole long and powerful thrusts, signaling that his balls were filled with enormous amount of cum and ready to gush out.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Here I cum," Zeshan moaned.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Zeshan gripped her huge titties and started filling her asshole up with his hot gooey milk. He kept his cock drilling at the center of her asshole while his cock unloaded enormous loads of cum.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robina's own pussy started gushing out cum, dripping all down her thighs and legs as Zeshan had fingered her clit so long and hard.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Wow," She said gasping for air. "I won't be able to sit for at least a week!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They had the best opportunity to spend the whole night together, without fear of discovery and both wanted to explore each other as best as they could. She cuddled up to him and started rubbing Zeshan's chest.</span></p></div></div><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"></p><div class="aa_hv aa_hy" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: -14px; text-align: right;"><a class="aa_hz" data-action="ReportStoryToModerator-open" href="https://www.literotica.com/s/lust-for-friends-mother-ch-02?page=2#" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #b9b9b9; cursor: pointer; display: inline-block; line-height: 1; margin-right: -9px; margin-top: 10px; padding: 9px 9px 0px; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Report story"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="icon icon-exclamation-circle aa_hw" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; fill: currentcolor; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; height: 1em; line-height: 1; margin-right: 6px; speak: none; vertical-align: top; width: 1em;"></span></span></a></div><div class="aa_hv aa_hy" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: ProximaNovaMedium, sans-serif; margin-bottom: -14px; text-align: right;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="aa_ht" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; font-family: ProximaNovaMedium, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><div style="box-sizing: border-box; color: black; display: block; line-height: 1.58; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 0px;"></div></div></div>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-2814929916496966492022-01-04T19:01:00.004-08:002022-01-04T19:01:25.377-08:00THE MAID'S HUSBAND<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">"Anita"</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What is it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Where have you kept my tie. I just can't find it anywhere. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's inside the wardrobe. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Amit always expected her to attend to him when he was getting ready for office. When they had got married ten years back she could do that. But now with their two kids going to school her morning schedule was hectic. Getting up early, preparing breakfast, waking up the kids, serving breakfast... it went on and on until Amit left for his office and she took the kids to the bus stand to catch the school bus.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anita either slept nude or in a panty and that is why she made it a point to get up before the children. She had been asleep when the doorbell rang. She asked Amit to open the door but he was too sleepy. She tiptoed on her bare feet and peeped through the key hole. It was the maid Lakshmi. Anita opened to door. Lakshmi had had seen her nude off and on and so there was no problem in letting her see the breasts once again. Once in a while they had also discussed the lovemaking aspects of weddings. Lakshmi went to the kitchen and Anita saw that one of her anklets was missing. That is what happened when Amit made violent love. Before going to the kitchen she pulled on a knee length nightie and went to the kitchen.<span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mornings were even tougher when the maid didn't turn up. Lakshmi was a nice person and always went out of her way to help Anita. She never refused to do anything, quite unlike most of the maids employed by her friends and neighbours. When they had moved into this beautiful bungalow in Pratap Ganj, in the eastern suburbs of the city, she had felt elated. The apartment blocks would no longer stifle her. No doubt to it, she hated living in apartments.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But then Lakshmi had her own share of problems – her drunkard and abusive husband. He would return home late most of the days just managing to keep himself steady and would beat her up for flimsy reasons. Whenever the thrashing got too hard she had to stay away from work for a day or two. Anita pitied Lakshmi. Why did she stay with him? At times she tried to imagine an abusive Amit. If anything like that ever happened she would, surely, walk out. It was not a question of how much it hurt physically; it would be an intolerable insult on self-esteem. Then she would laugh at her idea of an abusive Amit...after all they had been college sweethearts and knew each other so well.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Whenever Anita expressed her opinion to Lakshmi, she laughed patiently.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You don't understand everything. " Lakshmi would say, leaving Anita wondering.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But, Lakshmi had agreed that next time he repeated it she would bring him over for Anita to try to talk him out of this beastly habit. Yesterday when Anita learnt from another maid that Lakshmi wont turn up for work for a day or two she had expected them. They hadn't turned up till now.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Vipin and Varsha, I want you to finish your breakfast within five minutes. " She warned. The kids were in their usual habit of messing up with the breakfast. Vipin with eight summers behind him was capable of taking care of himself but his six year old sister was still the baby of the family.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She looked up at the wall clock. It was eight-thirty.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Honey, I'm off. Might be late in the evening. Amit stood beside her in the kitchen just long enough to plant a kiss on her cheek and if the situation permitted he would just slide the nighty aside and give a peck on her nipples. It's one of those gestures that have stayed with them for the last twelve years. She followed him out of the kitchen, yanked the kids out of the table and sent them off to the bedroom to get dressed for school. They managed to do that on their own.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As she started to get dressed standing in front of the wardrobe mirror she mused that there was at least one bright side to her tough schedule. It definitely helped her to stay in shape. She was slim, tall – almost five feet seven and medium complexioned. She knew that even at thirty-two she was attractive.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are still a head turner, honey. " Amit was always saying that. It was a harmless leg pulling on his part but going by the way people stared at her she knew he wasn't wrong. Having put on her pale blue saree she turned, her side facing the mirror and arranged her shoulder length hair. That's perfect, she decided. No unwanted prominence.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Mama, we are ready. " Their shout brought her back to her senses. It was time she took them to the bus stop for their school bus but luckily they went with Mrs. Pareek.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She flopped down on the bed. She felt too tired even to change her clothes. The blast of cool air from the ceiling fan helped her relax. It went just like that on day's Lakshmi didn't turn up. Later, she would get up, change and have her breakfast. A brief flip through the newspaper before she returned to the kitchen to get on with her daily chores. Now the only thing she could think of was to relax under the fan. Everything else could wait. She closed her eyes just to enjoy that stupor of sleep come over her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The ringing doorbell brought her back to her senses. She looked at her watch. It was almost ten o'clock.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Who can it be?" She murmured rising from the comfort of the bed. Peeping into the door-eye she could see Lakshmi standing outside. She opened the door to let her in. It was then that she noticed the man standing a couple of yards behind her, right on the driveway. She wondered whether she should let him in. She was wearing only a sleeveless nightie with no bra and a thong pantie which Amit liked. But since Lakshmi was there Anita decided to let them in.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do I need to tell you what happened day before yesterday?" Lakshmi said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">No, she nodded. "I have brought him with me. See whether you can talk him out of this beastly habit. I have my doubts. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anita made way for Lakshmi to get into the house. As Lakshmi went past her she looked at the man standing there.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come in and close the door behind you. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She walked into the drawing room and sat down on the sofa. She was in a fix, should she invite them to sit on another sofa or on the floor. Before she could decide, Lakshmi made herself comfortable on the floor. Her husband followed suit.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What's your name?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Bhasu"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was for the first time Anita had a close look at him. Unshaved, it looked he was having a hangover. That's nothing surprising considering his habits. Otherwise, his hair was neatly combed and the shirt he was wearing was one of those she had given to Lakshmi. He looked fine in it. He must be around forty or so, she decided. He was couple of inches taller than she. Lakshmi had told her that he was a mason. Anita saw that his eyes were locked on her breasts. She wondered whether he could see her nipples through the thin material.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The next quarter of an hour she talked to them, at length, about the virtues of being a teetotaler. He seemed to understand everything, agreeing with her that he should get rid of this habit. While talking to them she bent down to pick a ball that the children had left on the floor. At that time the nightie also fell and she was sure that Bhasu saw her breasts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nobody had explained to me the problems of being a drunkard the way you have done. " He went on. "You are definitely younger to me in age but you are more matured. I guess, that's what education does to you. Don't worry, from this moment onwards I'll concentrate on earning a decent living rather than wasting our earnings on drinks. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As they left, she could make out the gratitude on Lakshmi's face.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">More than an hour had passed by. She was still leafing through the newspaper...not feeling like starting the chores in the kitchen. But first, she had to change. She got up and started towards the bedroom. Just then the doorbell rang.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Must be the postman delivering the registered mail, she thought.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She opened the door to find Bhasu with a cloth bag.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What is it?" She felt irritated, but controlled herself.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I have put all the bottles that I had back home in this bag. As a tribute to the way you helped me I request you to throw these away yourself. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She agreed reluctantly, taking the bag from his out-stretched hand.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Can I have a glass of water?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sure. " She replied putting down the bag on the floor.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When she returned with a glass of water, she found him standing inside. He gulped the water down and returned the glass to her. She took the glass but before she could move it away he caught hold of her hand pulling her to him. It was unexpected and fast...she just couldn't react. All that she managed to do was to turn around so that he was behind her. At that moment panic struck her and the glass slipped out, shattering itself into pieces as it struck the floor. His hands were on her breasts gripping them so hard that it hurt. She bent forward to free herself form his amorous bear hug.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That didn't help. To keep her balance she had to shove her behind at him. He responded immediately, his loins ramming against her behind. He was squeezing her breasts rather painfully.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Stop or I'll shout. " She found her voice at last.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I know you won't do that. All that you need is a good fuck. " He was panting. Recovering from her panic she fought back, her hands catching hold of his hair forcing him forward and her bare feet kicking at his shin.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ouch!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He deserved it. Desperately, she clung to his hair. Unexpectedly, his right hand relinquished its hold on her. But it was only a brief respite. She felt his hands on her nightie, trying to pull it off. To her horror he succeeded, throwing it away from her reach. It lay in a crumpled heap on the floor.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Suddenly he released her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She staggered, trying desperately to maintain her balance.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He slapped her hard, the sting ringing in her ears. Tears swelled in her eyes. Then came the second one, sending her reeling onto the floor. She was pinned down to the floor as the blows rained on her. She tried to resist, but most of them got through her defenses. Before long her strength began to wane away and the slaps coming in quick succession became unbearable.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Please! I beg you..." She wailed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Instantly it stopped. She started crying, drops of blood trickling down her nose.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's nothing. Will be okay in a minute. " He sneered as she felt his hands on her panties, tearing them off.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She couldn't believe this was happening to her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh God! Let this be just a nightmare. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He couldn't shift his eyes from what he had unveiled...long legs, firm thighs and neatly trimmed</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">pubic hair just covering her mons.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'That is a nice pussy. If you are so fond of Lakshmi why did you not ask her to trim her pussy as</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">well?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was overwhelming. She was just what he had fantasized sitting on the floor in front of her,</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">listening to her crap on drinking.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He buried his head between her thighs inhaling the musk of her sex. Tentatively, he started licking her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oh God!" She shuddered clutching his head with her hands and trying to move him away. Amit never did that to her. As his tongue became more insistent increasing it's rhythm and pressure she began to lose control. With a startle she realised that the body was capable of accepting what the mind rejected.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Aah!" She moaned and moved her hands, putting an end to her feeble attempts to move him away.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soon her moans became louder as she shuddered under his maneuvers. She was beyond all caring now...her background, education, husband, children...nothing mattered. There is no way out. She will have sex with this man...her maidservant's habitually drunkard husband.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Abruptly, he got to his feet and started undressing. In his hurry he tore of his shirt and trouser. Lying on the floor, she had a fleeting glance of his manhood as he joined her. He is huge...certainly bigger than Amit, she thought. He raised her legs, arranged them on his shoulders and placed the tip of his cock at the entry of her pussy with just the head buried slightly in the folds of her pussy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'You want this inside? Do you get fucked daily?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'No, please don't do it.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hmm. so you don't get fucked daily. Too bad. Perhaps he fucks Lakshmi."She found the thought revolting. How could Bhasu think such a thing?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Slowly and steadily he started pushing. Anita was already wet and as her pussy held Bhasu's foreskin back, his cock slid in smoothly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'I am so sorry but you did not resist enough and see it is already inside. It is nice, tight and warm. Obviously you don't get fucked regularly. That is why you need me.' And he increased the rhythm by fully withdrawing and then thrusting wildly. All the while he kept sucking her nipples and playing with the breasts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Lakshmi had told me that you have nice breasts but these are just too good. Lucky man, your husband.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh God!" She sighed as her vagina stretched to accommodate him. She put her hands to her mouth stifling her moans as the tip of his penis drove all the way to her cervix again and again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bhasu seemed to carry on and on. Involuntarily she had locked her ankles around his back. An explosion that left them panting for breath. He discharged entirely inside her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She looked at him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I told you that's what you needed. You scare me the way you moaned. " He was smiling. Embarrassed, she looked away.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When she tried to get up he pulled her back to him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Where are you going, my dear? We are not through as yet. Wouldn't you like to fuck again?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I need to go to the bathroom. " She tried to sound detached.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But you can't go like this. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He stood up and helped her to her feet. He had already stripped her naked. He turned her around.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You can go now. " He said patting her naked behind.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When she came back into the living room he was sitting in front of the television watching Sun TV.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come, sit over here. " He was indicating his lap. She hesitated for a moment, acutely conscious of her nudity but then relented. He placed his cock at her pussy and wanted her to sit on it but the cock was limp after the discharge and did not go in.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nevertheless as soon as she was on his lap his hands started caressing her again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Half an hour later the smoldering fires began to burn again. But this time he wanted it differently...to come in her mouth. She had never performed fellatio, not even with Amit. It was perverse... something that you can read only in those English paperbacks. Certainly, she can't do it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I won't do that. " She stood her ground.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Moments of his ecstasy he will not be able to hold onto her. Wanting to get over the whole thing she started to suck him vigorously.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The pressure of his hand on her head increased...she could feel his approaching orgasm. He was hard and huge inside her mouth. She started choking and gasped for air but there was no respite. She knew it was time to pull away...this would be the last time she would suck him in. He moved swiftly catching her unaware. His hands moved to the back of her head and powerfully pulled her to his groin. It was as if he knew from the very beginning what she had in mind. Tightly pressed against his groin, she was suffocating. She struggled to free herself, but he was too strong for her. Then suddenly he relaxed, allowing her to create just enough space to breathe. It was only a brief respite. The next instant she was again forced against his groin. As his penis hit the back of her throat he exploded. She had no other way but to gulp down his secretions to prevent herself from choking. When he released her she fell back, heaving a sigh of relief. Her cheeks and chin were covered with his semen that had escaped her mouth. Almost immediately she started retching and rushed to the bathroom, somehow managing to reach the wash basin, before throwing up. That gave her immediate relief from the nausea. When she looked up she found Bhasu standing beside her. She offered no resistance as he took her in his arms and gently ran his fingers through her hair to comfort her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you comfortable now?" He whispered. She nodded yes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bhasu helped her to clean up before leading her back to the living room. He helped her onto one of the sofas and then sat opposite her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Take it easy. " Soon they were engrossed in the television.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay its time. " His words startled her bringing her attention back from the television.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"For what?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come here on your knees. " He ordered, opening his legs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Bhasu! Please don't force me to do that again. I have never done that before. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay, Okay. " He seemed to understand and walked over to her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She didn't even get the time to flinch as he slapped her hard. Tears and stars sprang to her eyes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He went back to the sofa.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How many times do I have to tell you that your preferences don't count. You don't know your preferences, anyway. Just follow my orders and soon you will start enjoying it. Now crawl over here and you better keep it down this time. " He threatened...</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This time there was no nausea. When it was over she sat down on the floor, her head on his thigh – only inches away from his now satiated manhood. She felt too embarrassed to even look up at him. He knew how to have his way with a woman, there can be no doubt about it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anita looked at her watch and jumped. It was time for Varsha and Vipin to return home. Hurriedly she extricated herself from his embrace and got to her feet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Bhasu you have to go now. It's time my son and daughter returned from school. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let me kiss you there one more time. " He was looking straight at her naked crotch. "You look very nice when you are naked. Do you trim the hair there yourself or does your husband do it?"Anita remained quiet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay go there, stretch your arms overhead. Let me examine you. No hair under the arms, nice, very nice. A Mangalsutra in your neck. Good earrings. A diamong nose pin. A golden girdle around your waist, very expensive, no!But nice. Turn around. Oh nothing in your asshole. All it needs is a tight slap. Turn around again. Glass bangles on one wrist and gold one in the other along with a watch. And a combination of silver anklets and chain along with small toe rings. Nice red nail polish on your hands and toes. This is the way I want to see you when I come to ... you tomorrow. You want to get... badly?Remember nothing else or else?" He said sneeringly</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are nice to look at and nice to fuck. But we have missed out on one important thing."said Bhasu "God!" Thought Anita. "Now what is it?"She was exasperated.. "Come closer, very close." Anita complied. Bhasu too stripped quickly. "Now stand on your toes, cup your breasts and keep your nipples on mine." Anita hesitated. "No! Why all this. You have had sex with me. Now why all this?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shut up. Do it and you won't get hurt. Or else you will get hurt and then do it. And don't say that I had sex with you. Say that I fucked you" She stood on tip toe and placed her large pink nipples on Bhasu's brown. He cupped both her buttocks and pulled her closer to him. However because of the difference in height his cock could not enter Anita's pussy. It just kept pushing on the mound of her sparse pubic hair. "Now kiss me as you kiss your husband. Suck my tongue. Take your hands behind my head." Anita wondered whether he would ever go. Since she wanted him to go early she was complying with his instructions willingly. She darted her tongue inside his mouth, found his tongue and sucked at it wildly. This again set her body on fire and gave Bhasu an erection again. "Good. One last thing. Get your cordless phone. Quick." Anita picked it from the nearby cabinet. "Lie down. Open your legs"He then placed his cock at the tip of her ass-hole, and kept her ankle on his shoulder. With the wild kisses given by Anita his cock was rock hard again. "No, not in there."Anita pleaded. Bhasu's cock was slippery and placed just at the tip of her ass-hole. He kept his hands near Anita's belly button and pulled her but the hole was too tight. 'Please don't put it there. It will be painful.' Anita was almost begging him. "Well, okay your choice bring your hand and keep it wherever you want it." Cursing Bhasu under her breath she held his cock and kept it at the opening of her pussy. "Now dial your husband."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why?"Anita pleaded. "If you want to fuck me, do so. Why bring my husband into it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do as I say. Why do I have to repeat myself once you know that you have to do it. If you delay your children will come and they will not be too happy to see you like this." Anita dialed Amit. As soon as she said hello Bhasu thrust his cock in. "Hi, love. How are you" Amit said. "Fine!" Anita replied. As the conversation proceeded Bhasu kept thrusting his cock in very slowly till it was fully embedded in Anita's pussy. His strokes were also discreet. All the while he kept pulling her nipples and also nibbling at them. He withdrew only after the conversation ended, wiped the cum over her breasts and proceeded to get dressed. "Remember. Tomorrow. Now the pussy kiss."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She came over and opened her thighs, allowing him to kiss her sex. He opened the lips of her pussy and darted his tongue inside. "The good part is that your pussy lips are visible even without opening them and Lakshmi has such a bush of hair there. You have seen her bush there?''</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anita shook her head.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But she has seen you naked. Okay I understand. She comes to your house and in the house you can be naked. Since you don't come to our house how can you see her naked?'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">What had actually happened was that after making love she had fallen into deep slumber. Amit got up before her. He had put the latch from outside so as not to disturb her. Just as Amit was taking the children to school Lakshmi arrived. Amit completely forgot that Anita was sleeping naked. When he returned he took off his shoes as per his habit and entered. He saw that Anita was still asleep. Her left leg was straight. The right sole was on the left knee. One arm over the head and the other by the side. In this pose even the pubic hair trimmed as they were could not provide much protection. The lips of her pussy were slightly open and the breasts were rising and falling rhythmically. Lakshmi was sweeping the floor and was completely normal. She did not appear to be even slightly surprised that Mem Sahib was naked. Later when Amit told this to Anita she was not embarrassed by the fact that Lakshmi had seen her pussy as well but was surprised that she slept so soundly. He started getting dressed. She found it surprising that she no longer felt embarrassed to stand before him stark naked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I will be back tomorrow, same time. You will open the door wearing nothing. When I say nothing I mean nothing except of course, all your rings, necklace, bangles etc. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She nodded trying to get him out of the house as soon as possible.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She bumped into him as he suddenly stopped in front of the door. Turning around he cupped her breasts and sucked one nipple after another.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Tomorrow you will receive a good thrashing first and the you will offer me your last virginity. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Was she a willing victim? It was then that Lakshmi's words had struck her... "You don't understand everything. " Now she understood what lay behind the physical abuses that Lakshmi silently suffered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The way he dealt with me was no different. " Anita thought. And like Lakshmi she had endured his physical abuse to satisfy her hideous animal passion.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The stillness of the night was unbearable. She got out of bed and tiptoed to the terrace. The cool southern breeze brought comfort.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">How could she betray Amit with a moments passion, she wondered. They loved each other dearly, didn't they? And is this what he expects in return? His beloved wife fucking and illiterate drunkard. What a shock it will be for him if he ever came to know of it. Didn't her culture, education and children mean anything to her? She fought to control her tears. There's no way she would allow Bhasu to have his way with her again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am sorry Amit. I beg you to forgive me. I promise never to do that again. " She murmured to herself. She resolved to straighten things out with Bhasu tomorrow. She will shut the door on his face...to let him know that whatever they did today meant nothing to her. She felt the burden lift from her heart.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I love you Amit. " She cried out into the stillness of the night.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She had asked him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What will happen if Lakshmi comes to know of this?" She looked at him expecting some sort of assurance.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He broke into laughter. "If you want you can go ahead and tell her. In fact, I was planning to have both of you together in bed someday soon. "</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What do you mean? Are you crazy?" Startled, she sat up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I can assure you that nobody other than the three of us will ever come to know of this. You want me to carry on fucking you this way or do you want this to stop?'"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'I want this is to stop.' 'Good. So I will fuck you no more. However tomorrow when I come you should be nude in the house, just as you were today. The only change is that when Lakshmi comes you will remain nude. Not only that after a while when I come still you will not run here and there like a fool hiding your breasts but remain casual. Okay? By the way what does your name mean?' 'I don't know.' 'Well, so before I go won't you give a nice long suck to this cock affectionately. Your husband's would be slightly different, so enjoy this.'</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why are you so late?" Lakshmi asked. "Why? What happened?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I have to go to Anita Mem Sahib's place. As it is I am late. There is so much work."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Tomorrow Mem Sahib's younger sister Sunita Mem Sahib is coming for two weeks." Hearing this Bhasu started salivating again and imagining what Sunita would be like. With and without clothes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was August end and the heat was still unbearable. Anita’s husband Amit had to go on official tour for two days. She had just finished packing the clothes for him. Amit just could not do anything on his own. All throughout the afternoon she had been busy with the packing. Everything had to be kept vests, underwears, handkerchiefs, which shirt to wear with which trouser. Not only that it had to be explained to him as well. He had said that he would come late, have dinner and leave by the Rajdhani Express at 11 p. m.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was now evening. After sending off the children Vipin and Varsha to play along with the neighbour’s 14 year old daughter, she heaved a sigh of relief. She stripped and had a bath, letting the cold water cool her shapely body. There was nobody in the house, so she emerged nude from the bathroom and looked at herself in the full length mirror. This was among the few vanities she permitted herself.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She was fair, slim and despite two children her breasts were still firm. A thin waist, shapely pubic hair and long hairless legs. She admired her gold necklace with the heart shaped pendant; a present from Amit. Pretty it was! Gold bangles! Four on one wrist. She had taken off the Omega watch for the bath which she usually wore on the other wrist. That was also a gift from Amit. Anklets! Yes, silver but she was thinking of buying a golden chain for them and Amit had promised her those as well. She had deliberately got very dainty toe rings made so that they would not hurt whenever she went for the morning jog with Amit. Being barefooted in the house was no problem.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Not bad at all, she said to herself. Suddenly she shuddered. The Bhasu incident! God! That was a real tough one. Thankfully he had not returned. At times she still felt that it was a nightmare. That man had violated her in the span of one hour as could not be imagined. Immediately after the incident she had thought of dismissing Lakshmi but then she had thought that Lakshmi was as much of a sufferer at the hands of her husband Bhasu as she herself had suffered so why penalize the poor lady. She opened the almirah, sprayed perfume under the arms and in the pubic area, slipped on a pair of bra and panty. She sat under the fan for a while, then got up draped a light blue cotton saree along with a matching sleeveless blouse. Anita again went to the mirror, picked up a comb and straightened her hair. She looked at her manicured hands. The nail polish was intact. No need to apply it again. She thought of applying a pinch of sindur in the parting of her hair;then thought she sould do it late. Picking up the latest issue of “Cosmopolitan” she went into the drawing room and sitting on the sofa started browsing through it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After barely five minutes, the doorbell rang.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Who could it be?” She thought. Surely the children could not be back so soon and Amit had said that he would be late. She got up and looked through the magic eye, but she saw nobody. Since it was still sunny outside she decided to check out the person who had rung the bell. Perhaps someone playing the prank! As soon as she opened the latch of the door a pair of powerful hands opened the door. It was Bhasu.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Bhasu, you?”was all that escaped from her lips. Bhasu, the drunkard husband of her maid Lakshmi. Back again. And it was just now that she was feeling relieved to have perhaps seen the last of him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Mem Sahib. Please. ”he said closing the door behind him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Why have you come here?” she said in the most stern voice she could manage.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Mem Sahib, you must be very angry with me. Please sit down. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He put his hands on her bare shoulders and made her sit on the sofa. Immediately Anita started wishing that she should have put on something more that would not have left her shoulders almost bare but what could be worn in this heat?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bhasu sat on the floor where her feet were kept. With his eyes focussed on her feet, he started playing with her anklet and started speaking.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Mem Sahib. I am very sorry for what happened last time. But what could I do? I was helpless. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She pulled her feet away from him. “Helpless? How?”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Mem Sahib. I had told U that your husband fucks my wife. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What rubbish?” Anita said incredulously and tried to pull her foot further away but he had got hold of it again in his grip. He kept on twirling the anklet round and round her ankle and gradually his hand started moving towards her knee.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What are you doing, Bhasu? Leave me and go immediately. Anybody may come in any time. ” Anita said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bhasu acted as if he had not even heard her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">”Mem Sahib, I don’t like to fuck Lakshmi. You know her hair there are very thick. I like your style. Very pretty. I like to fuck you. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anita blushed. How could she carry on talking to this man when he was so keen to discuss her pubic hair and whose comments were so lewd. His hands were now on her upper thighs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You said that you were sorry. ” She reminded him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Of course I am but what to do about this?”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He picked her foot and kept its sole on his hardening groin.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“And Mem Sahib, your nail polish is very nice. Please unzip this and play with it. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“No, please go. Now. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She tried to remove his hand which was at her panty.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Anita. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His voice was suddenly rough.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Don’t you understand the language of love? Must I always hurt you to make you do things?”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What do you want? The last time you had said that you would not come back. ”Anita cried.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What do I want? If you remember the last time I had told you that when I come next I do not want to see any clothes on you. You should have undressed immediately. Do it. Now. No don’t get up just as yet. Bend and unzip the fly first. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Grimacing Anita bent down and unzipped Bhasu’s fly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Please, Bhasu. Don’t start all this again. Lakshmi told me that you had improved. I……I just do not like this. ” Anita almost begged him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You appear to be one of those who respond only after getting hurt. Would you like a similar slap?Now pull it out. Put your hand inside and take out the cock darling. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bhasu said mockingly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anita took his cock out. It was as frighteningly dark and thick with the loose foreskin over the hood, as she remembered it to be and was fully erect. She wondered how he managed to get an erection so soon.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Now while you get rid of your blouse, put your pretty feet on this and play with it. ” Bhasu said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Why, oh why? My husband will be coming. Come some other time if you must. ” Anita was in tears.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Some other time also I will come, darling. Don’t worry. And I know very well who comes when. Will you do it or do I have to tear it off your body?” Bhasu threatened.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As Anita unhooked the blouse, he stared at her breasts clad in the transparent bra. Hesitatingly, she unhooked the bra also and kept it on the sofa besides her. She then complied with Bhasu’s instructions and took his cock between her feet. She started pulling and releasing the foreskin. In the process precum started leaking and smeared her toes. He however kissed her toes and licked them clean.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Now get up and strip. Don’t look so aghast. You are not a holy person whom I come to visit. I come to fuck you. Should I tell you a secret? I have fucked almost all the women where Lakshmi works. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">What rubbish! Anita thought. It seems he has lost his bearings, but how to get rid of him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He paused for a while drinking in Anita's virtually nude body except for the panty.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“But, ” Bhasu carried on, “your pussy and your tight buttocks are the sexiest. Here let me help you. ” He pulled the flimsy panty down in one tug.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Not only is your pussy the sexiest but the tightest. That is why I came back. I knew that you are not fucked regularly. By the way why do all rich women wear panty? It is so small it hides nothing. Just a bit of pussy but nothing at all in the buttocks. Lakshmi does not wear them. And this bra? It is fully netted. I see them hanging in the shops. Even when you were wearing them, your nipples could be clearly seen. You want people to see them, don’t you?”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“This man is crazy. ” Anita thought but she could not help feeling a bit of pride that after ten years of marriage and regular sex she was still tight. But felt ashamed that this praise was from someone like Bhasu.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“If you liked the compliment about your pussy, you can thank me. ” It was as if Bhasu had read her thoughts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anita blushed but kept quiet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bhasu was still sitting on the floor.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Get rid of those tears and come closer. ”he said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He started feeling Anita right from the feet upwards. His face he kept close to her pussy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Lovely smell. ” He said “You were expecting your husband or someone else?”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His hands were at her buttocks while his tongue was probing open the lips of her pussy. He tried to shove the index finger of one hand in her ass hole while the other felt her breasts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“No, not there. ”Anita said resolutely.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Then where, love? Oh the same lovely tits! Mmmmm! Listen, I do not need to be told what to do and what not to. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bhasu said thrusting his tongue inside her pussy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Okay turn around and bend now. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“No. ”Anita remained firm.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He swiftly caught hold of one arm and twisted it so that she had to bend.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Now spread your legs and don’t disobey me even once or you will get even more hurt than you did last time. And don’t try this drama. I know that you are enjoying this. Wow what is this? A pretty tattoo! Right on your buttocks. Went to the shop and got it done. There you don’t feel any shame undressing in front of an unknown man. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“No, This can be done in the home only. ”Anita protested.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Shut up! I do not need any explanation. ” He barked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">With his fingers at the curvature of her feet he started sliding both his hands till her pussy and gave a tight whack on her bottocks.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You know one of the reasons I come to fuck you is the shape you give to these. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bhasu then pulled the cheeks of her buttocks apart and saw the tiny ass hole. He tried to insert a finger but it was too tight and Anita gasped.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Today you are not wearing the chain around your waist. Girdle, you said it was. The gold one. It went well with your body. Anyway, go and get some vaseline. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“No, please no. You can do it otherwise. You have done it otherwise. Why insist there?” Anita pleaded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bhasu laughed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Did I say I would do it there? Go and get it. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anita hesitated.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Come on. Be quick. As it is you walk around nude in the house so why this hestation?” Bhasu said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She went to the bedroom leaving all her clothes in the drawing room only. As she pulled the drawer of the dressing table she saw that Bhasu was there with all her clothes and alternatively sniffing her panty and bra.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ You want to be fucked or you want to be left alone? I will do one thing which is quite fair. Give me your finger. Hmm. Very nice” Bhasu said licking it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Holding her hand with both of his hands he directed it towards her pussy and inserted it for a second before pulling it out. Anita’s finger was wet with her secretions. Bhasu slowly licked it clean.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“See, ” he said “You are all wet and dying to get fucked. So far as the Vaseline is there apply it liberally on your ass hole. Don’t ask me if I will fuck you there or not. It is for your own benefit. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“But I have fucked you so often that ------ what?”Bhasu stopped.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Not so often. ” Anita replied firmly. “You did that once and without my consent. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I am so sorry. I should have done it more. Is that what you wanted to say?” Bhasu sneeringly asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anita remained quiet. How could one argue with this man!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What I was saying was that there should be some conversation between us also. So first tell me is your husband’s cock bigger than mine? Come on now, don’t feel shy. What is there to feel shy now? Or is there?”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He said making a mock attempt to put a finger up her ass hole.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Look, if you remain quiet you will get into trouble. Did I not tell you what Lakshmi’s pussy is like. Like a jungle. And yours is like a well maintained garden. So you should also tell me about your husband’s cock. So what is his cock like?”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“ Same as yours. ”Anita mumbled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Not like that. Say that both our cocks are similar. But the colour must be different. Right?”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">God! This time he had planned humiliation. Well, if that has to be, so be it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yes, your cock and my husband’s cock are similar except for the colour. 'she replied with a straight face.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Good. Then you can very well imagine that he is fucking you when I get down to it. Does he fuck you daily? If you want you can also ask me whether I fuck Lakshmi daily. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anita again remained quiet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Come on! ”Bhasu persisted.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Not daily but every alternate day. 'she replied truthfully.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Say, my husband fucks me every alternate day. And look at poor me. What is my fault? Why should I get to fuck you so rarely? Is it fair?Look what a shame for a pretty lady. The cock is losing its erection. Get down to sucking it immediately. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There was absolutly no way out. Last time he did the job and got away. This time he has hundreds of queries in addition to the fucking part.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As she bent down, Bhasu said “First tease it with your nipples. They are so erect I just don’t feel like ignoring them. Lakshmi’s are all black but yours are so chocolatey in colour. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This constant comparison with Lakshmi was getting on Anita’s nerves. She bent and made her nipples touch his cock briefly and before he could say much she took the head in her mouth. After the previous incident she had got over her inhibitions about sucking and getting the discharge in her mouth. Even Amit had been surprised. Pleasantly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yes, that is better. ” He caught hold of her hair with one hand and started the rhythm. She too cooperated hoping that he would discharge soon and go away. Without her knowledge he had smeared his fingers and the thumb with the vaseline that she had brought. Slowly he took his index finger of the other hand at the tip of her ass hole and suddenly thrust it in slightly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anita started to get up but her hair were in his hand.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“See, no problem, whatsoever. This hole has also been given for men to insert their cocks. For instance at times there may be two men wanting to fuck you at the same time. And you can oblige them. But if you don’t like this I will do something else. Leave the cock or would you like to carry on sucking it?Lie on the bed, fold your legs, the soles of your feet should be in the air, the knees close to your tits, arms apart. If you move your arms I will break your teeth. Don’t think I have come here to fool around. ”He said threateningly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bhasu placed himself between her legs, his cock at the entry of her pussy. He then started licking the nape of her neck, right upto her ear. After that he thrust his tongue inside her ear, brought it over her lips, licked the upper lip very slowly, sucked the lower lip, then pried open her mouth with his tongue and thrust his tongue inside. This time he appeared to be an expert in titillating Anita.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Give me your tongue. ”he whispered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anita’s body was on fire. She was wondering why Bhasu was not doing what he had come to do. Why was he not fucking her? Why this tease? Did he want her to beg? Oh God, what did he want?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She did not have to be told to give him her tongue. They both sucked at each other’s tongues wildly. This time he did not taste all that foul either. All the while his hands were at her armpits, gently pulling the sparse hair. Now he focussed his attention on to her nipples. First he blew at them and then encircled the aerol with his tongue alternating between one nipple and the other. He kept on doing this till the nipples were fully erect. Even now he gently flicked his tongue over them but did not take them in his mouth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anita wanted to move her hands, pull his head on to her nipples but when she attempted he repeated the warning. She desperately wanted him to suck them. They were aching with anticipation and with constant teasing. All the realisation that he was Lakshmi’s husband was forgotten. His cock was still where it was: with leaking precum at the entry of her pussy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Suddenly Bhasu got up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Last time I had fucked you. This time you are at liberty to fuck me. I will lie on the bed. You will sit on me. Yes, you can take the cock in your pussy, bend and tease me with your nipples. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anita was in a dilemma. Should she sit on his cock? She again saw it. It was dark and reddish. She herself was fair and pink. He had already fucked her. Did once more make any difference? As it is she was dying to be fucked. On the other hand what about the vows that she and Amit had taken together?Should she knowingly and willingly get fucked by another man and that too a maid's husband. If it was forcible sex it could be condoned but could she herself take it inside her pussy. That was the right of only Amit.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Come on, come on. I don’t have all evening even if you do. All the other Mem Sahibs get fucked immediately and you are acting so pricey. Don’t tell me that you have not been fucked before by anybody else. I know these rich types. Lakshmi herself told me that she has seen photographs of you almost nude on the beach where there are so many people. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">God! Lakshmi had seen the album when at Amit’s insistence she had worn that bikini that had been purchased from Mumbai. She had been extremely self conscious initially but gradually had enjoyed being the cynosure of all eyes. Even Amit was very happy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She sat on his stomach and bent to offer him her nipples. Her cock was near her stomach and since it was at full erection it was touching her belly button.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Place your feet in my armpits. I like to feel pretty feet near me and yours are so pretty. Nail polished, anklets and toe rings. You wear toe rings because you are married? Good girl! I thought so. See how lousy Lakshmi is! Who can get an erection with her by the side?”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anita could feel the precum leaking from his cock and sticking to her stomach right down to her pubic hair. He again did not take the nipple in his mouth, but kept on nibbling lightly at the nipples.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A phone call disturbed them. Anita picked up the cordless phone to answer it. As she said “hello” he bit her nipple. As Anita gasped, he tried to lift her hips up with both his hands. Their eyes met and somehow an unsaid agreement was reached. She did not resist but went along with the pressure applied by Bhasu and cooperated in lifting her hips. He aimed his cock at the pussy and left her. She sat down on it and it slipped in so smoothly that Anita felt as if a tremendous burden had been lifted off her. Due to her weight it went deep inside her and almost touched the cervix. Anita gasped. She disconnected the phone without even listening as to who was at the other end and experienced an orgasm even without the strokes. This was sheer bliss.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Don”t squeeze my cock. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bhasu said mockingly. He caught hold of both of her breasts and squeezed them. With the pressure of his hands he made her take a few strokes by rising and falling on his cock in which she cooperated by picking her pussy away and falling on him. This made a plonk noise and embedded his cock fully inside her pussy each time she came down on it. It was a wonderful sight in the mirror. His thick dark tool virtually disappearing in the folds of Anita’s creamy pussy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He again dislodged her, made her lie down, kept one foot on his shoulder and thrust his cock again into her slippery pussy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Know why I did this? So that you can also see in the mirror how my cock disappears inside you. Like it? Think it is dark? Doesn’t matter. You like it. I am sure your husband has a fair cock. And you don’t like it? Oh you do, okay? When I said you were tight I meant that your pussy unrolls my foreskin and permits the cock only. In loose ones the entire thing goes. ”He kept on rambling.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His hands were at her nipples pulling them. Soon they were back at her ass cheeks pulling them apart. After a few strokes of fulling withdrawing the cock and again pushing it in to the hilt they both approached a common orgasm. They shuddered and held one another tightly. Finally he shot a squirt of sperm inside her and suddeenly loosened himself.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Even in that heavenly state with Bhasu’s cock deep inside her, Anita hoped that this time she would be as lucky as the last time and not get pregnant. Please God, she sent a silent prayer.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Spent they both lay there quietly for five minutes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“If you must lie here all naked please do so by all means but I have to go. ” Bhasu said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shocked she looked at the watch. It was 6. 45 p. m. The children would be back any time. She rushed into the bathroom and washed herself of all the stickiness and the saliva. Her clothes were outside so she emerged naked after patting herself dry. Bhasu was sitting in the drawing room fully clothed. He was playing with her panty.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I am taking this with me. It will remind me of your smell. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He said matter of factly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“And yes, if you want things to be even tell your husband that he is most welcome to fuck Lakshmi. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He came close to her, licked both her nipples, then sucked them till they were erect again, and winked at her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You are so shameless! Standing in the drawing room and getting your nipples sucked by a man not your husband! What if somebody can see you from the other building? Anyway you will wait for me. Won’t you? I knew that you wanted to be fucked but your husband’s invisible presence was holding you back. I helped you, did I not by taking the initiative and again fucking you whereas you were supposed to do it this time?”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anita found her voice. “I never said that I would do it. And people don’t peep here. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Sure, you didn’t. And because people don’t peep you don’t mind getting your tits sucked. Oh, I should have known. They don’t peep that is why you sleep and move around naked. Now just turn around and bend if you want me to leave quickly. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As Anita turned around he quickly inserted a full finger in her ass.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Oooh. ” She virtually screamed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He had unzipped his fly and quickly thrust his cock replacing the finger inside her ass, placed his hands at her pubic bone and pulled. It went in gradually.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“See, no trouble at all. ” He again withdrew and thrust it in.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The sensation that Anita was feeling was very unusual but not unpleasant. It somehow filled her totally.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a few thrusts, he however withdrew it and zipped his fly.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Next time. Meanwhile you can try it with your husband. It will just smoothen the passage. I like it because it is tighter. Always tighter than pussies. ”</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anita was still trying to come to terms with the fact this huge cock had entered her ass. She heard the click of the door as he left.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">What was that Bhasu had said. She was dying to get fucked and he had helped her. Perhaps he was right. She felt a bit ashamed at her own weakness. Anyway what had happened had happened. She again went into the bathroom and washed all her private parts thoroughly. She wondered whether he really fucked everyone. Liar! And how cunningly he had shoved his cock in her ass! She smiled alone. But it was good that vaseline had been liberally applied or it could have been painful. It was also good that Amit was leaving otherwise he would be wondering as to why her nipples were all red. She would certainly try out on Amit all that she had learnt today.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The clock struck seven. There was no time to lose. She hurriedly fumbled in the Almirah for a panty. Within five minutes she had put on her saree, applied a pinch of sindur in the parting of her hair, some light lipstick and was waiting for the children and her husband.</span></p>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-38988603479161482792022-01-04T18:56:00.002-08:002022-01-04T19:36:20.437-08:00THE TWO COUPLES<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>EPILOGUE</b></span></p><div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Rita finished telling the events of the weekend, her face was flushed. They were sitting on the couch and she was sipping some wine while he had a glass of Scotch on the table, untouched. His cock was throbbing in his shorts.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">He leaned sideways and kissed her. "Shhh.... my darling. I am glad you enjoyed it. I did too. I was pounding Nasreen and was in planet of lust."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"This won't affect our relationship, will it."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Tell me, after fucking Rana does it feel you love me less?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"On the contrary darling. I love you even more."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"There, you got the answer."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am glad Raj. Now please fuck me."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"With utmost pleasure darling. I was wondering when you would ask."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Since when has Raj started to wait for an invitation?"<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">That night they made slow passionate love. They threw away all their usual foreplay rituals. They just mated and as they did, slow and languidly, they came together.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The next few months were spent without much happening. Their appetite for sex had only increased and their lust had seemed to find a new dimension. They often went out to dinner and he would tell her about some beautiful women in the restaurant telling Rita about who I found attractive and why. She would do the same with men.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Their gig in Malaysia had ended, They were back in Hyderabad, posted there after a promotion. They had made a lot of friends in Malaysia with whom they kept in touch by E-mail.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then nearly six months after that beautiful weekend with swapped wife Raj opened his gmail yahoo mail account to find a mail from Rana Amjad.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I hope I have mailed to the right people. I was looking for Raj and Rita who served with us in Malaysia. Please respond as soon as possible. Rana and Nasreen"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">He called Rita to show her the mail. Checking the time and date stamp, he saw that the mail had been posted just minutes ago. He shot off a reply:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If you are Rana Amjad and Nasreen who served at the hospital and had a wonderful weekend, then we are Raj and Rita. Glad to hear from you guys. We talk about you often and with loving memories of what happened there. Raj and Rita"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Raj and Rita, (the reply came almost with an hour)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We are so glad to have found you guys. We have never stopped thinking of you and have told each other what happened that weekend. I was afraid that what we did might spoil the marriage, but instead it has made us even more dynamic.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The episode has lit a raging fire in our passions. We have experimented more, been more daring in bed and ultimately living a more satiated life. I hope it is the same with you.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I have to first of all apologize to Rita for being rough with her. I don't know what seized me that morning, but tell her the passion that she lit that morning still rages on.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nasreen, I found has become a outgoing and new person. She instigates me to try new things and to do new things. We often role play too. Both of us has taken a liking to BDSM. She more than me. She like to be tied up and blindfolded. I must confess that there has been one constant role that we often play. I pretend to be you and she pretends to be Rita.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I will send you the password for the picture album that has a few of our photos. Do send us yours. And tell us how things are.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yours,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Rana and Nasreen"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">They were excited about the e-mail. He replied saying they were glad to find all had gone well. Things had been similar here. Their marriage had just become stronger for it. What was even more surprising was that they would have hardly recognized Nasreen in the photos.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">She had cut her hair short, had ample makeup on. It was amazing how much little things like this could transform a person. And clothes. She was not once in the drab salwar kameez she had almost always worn. Even clothes and outdoors she was in tight jeans and T-shirts. And naked both looked fabulous. She had shed a little weight which made her breasts seem even rounder and bigger, and her ass formed the perfect bubble.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her full lipstick coated lips were even more luscious than before. Rana's cock, which Raj was seeing for the first time, seemed even more majestic. Watching it Rita felt the churning in her pussy. And of course Raj had been hard from the moment her read the mail. His cock was throbbing.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rita, standing behind him, leaned and bit his ear. "She still is damn fuckable, no?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes." Hissed out Raj. "Even more so. And now I know why you were smitten, that is a magnificent cock."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It is." Rita reached out and touched the screen at where the cock was. Giving it a imaginary caress.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">They had some photos on the hard disk, he created a private album on Yahoo and sent the password to Rana.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Their reply came soon.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">They loved the photos. And he had forgot to mention earlier, he had left the army and was managing his farms, he had about 200 hectares of fertile land that he wanted to develop into a modern farm. They lived in a small but beautiful cottage, he would take some photos and send them soon. By the grace of God, the business was okay. To be honest the rentals from their properties in Lahore alone would been enough to live comfort.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Raj and Rita, ( he wrote after a week)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The last time Rita made a proposal that turned out to be awesome. This time we make one. Hope you find it interesting.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The weekend was great but had one flaw. We should have all been together and not separate. At that moment it was the right choice, to let each of us explore our sexuality on our own. But now we feel on hindsight how exhilarating it would be if we get a chance to spend some time together.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"My wife is my sweet darling wife, you know. But she is after all your whore according to her.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And as for me I am Rita's willing slave.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Our proposal is this, if you accept:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We want to make our weekend into a annual anniversary event. We would like to invite you both to a place that all of us might find agreeable and spend a weekend in bliss. The weekend of course will be like the one we had separately. This time, depending on mood and circumstances, we could be alone with each other's spouse or together in one room.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course we would prefer the together thing. Among the many fantasies that I have is being able to fuck Rita together with you. And I would enjoy the sight of you filling my Nasreen while I take her ass.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It is not possible for you or us to get visas easily for each other's country, so a neutral ground would be fine. Let us know, first of all, if you find our proposal acceptable. And let us know if you have any places we might go to, any suggestions for a secluded beautiful place.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And one thing. I insist on paying for all the travel and lodging expenses.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yours</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Rana and Nasreen"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was a proposal that they could have hardly refused. Raj himself was quite well to do. He accorded to travel to anywhere. They began hunting for a place. They exchanged thoughts and views regarding the place. They didn't want to go to a conservative sort of country where nudity would be immediately frowned upon. Else they must a place that was far away from prying and private enough to be able to have fun.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">They found a place - rather, Rana and Nasreen found it - and both seemed agreeable to it. Mauritius was a location they could be at home and still have the sense of being at a new place. They had discovered a place which was usually used by hiker and people who wanted to soak in the nature. There were some tiny cottages that were for rent for a week at a time. A small pickup truck was rented out too with maps that was quite legible and a lobby / reception area also supplied with a variety of fresh and canned food for sale, and anything else they might need.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">This place was probably aimed for western tourists, the cottages lined up against the sea. They had a small private beach for themselves. It cost quite a bit at ten thousand American dollars for a week, but all seemed to like it so much that they settled for it.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">They booked in advance. It was July and their anniversary was in September. They had agreed that since finding the exact date for the get together as that of the actual anniversary would have difficult, they selected the month of September as a general time.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Both couples went through a lot of preparation for vacation. They jogged and exercised, they wanted to build their stamina and tone their bodies. They ate with care. They shopped for clothes, sexy lingerie. They went to beauty parlors and had every conceivable treatment done. They went through a little pain, having their whole bodies waxed and stripped clean of hair.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">When they arrived at SSR Airport at Port Louis, they were ready for a week of lustful fun.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">But that of course, is another story.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>PROLOG</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">How the story came about, how it all started is an integral part of the tale. Let me tell you, this part does not have much sex, but is the one that builds up the characters that play a major role in the ensuing two parts.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">It happens that from time to time people are thrown in together, diverse people, who otherwise might never have met. Enemies - feudal or politically created enemies - come together and part as friends on a personal level. A Jewish family and a Palestinian for all their distaste for each other might at some point in time be mashed together in a small apartment block where they have no choice but to socialize.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Or it could be an Indian and a Pakistani family. Both, due to the prevalent political tension would not have met without preconceived notions of distrust for each other. They may deny that at first. But a Pakistani will never say he will trust an Indian with his life and vice versa.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">So when this two young couples were thrown together two things were likely to happen. Spend lonely evenings or come to terms with reality. Specially when the reality is that you are in a place where no one speaks your language, where the food that you are used to are hard to get, even the spices have different twang to them.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rana Amjad was from Pakistan, a down and out Lahori, a die hard Pakistani and decent man and doctor. Nasreen was his wife. Both felt a little out of place when they first arrived. Fact was they were not used to speaking English as a rule, their accent made them even more difficult to understand. The army had sent them to Malaysia, where they were stationed in a far away navy camp.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rana was tall and handsome, in a rugged sort of way as most Pathans are. Quite big in size, he usually towered over people. He had a very pleasant disposition to go with his good looks. He laughed easily, and laughed well. He exercised regularly and tried to keep himself fit. His brown eyes sparkled when he laughed or smiled. He certainly caused a flutter amongst the female staff of the hospital, a few even made hints they wouldn't mind being taken advantage of. He was however, still very devoted to his wife Nasreen. They had been married for nearly two years now and were happy with everything.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nasreen was big as far as Asians go. She was five feet eight, just a couple of inches shorter than her husband. From the looks of it she had a good body, no extra flesh anywhere. But she kept herself well wrapped in public, wearing loose salwar khameez and a veil that covered her head made her look bigger than she was. Her prominent nose attracted attention first, then the eyes moved on to the dark, drowsy eyes, the eyelashes that were real and envy of all those who wore false ones to look better. She used very little makeup which was good since any extra makeup would have spoiled the fresh and natural glow of her skin, would have hampered her beauty than aided it.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her hourglass figure was well shaped, a little bigger in the ass than the bosom. She must have been of a figure like 38-28-36. Her hair were shoulder length, she would wear them loose at home and usually tied them up in a pony tail when going out.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">They hardly ventured out the first two months. He finished work and came home, she would make tea and they would watch television, mostly watching Hindi movies the had bought and more usually started making love on the couch and then moved to the bed room to complete a passionate session. They were quite conservative when making love, missionary position being the normal way, only sometimes venturing into different position now and then.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Both had inhibitions that that found hard to break. He wanted her to spend some time eating his cock as much she wanted it, but he found it hard to tell her. She wanted him to move down to her crotch, taste her after he had devoted enough time with her nipples, but she dared not tell him. He wanted it too but desisted. But it was not that their fucking was not satisfactory, they were satiated at the end of it, happy.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">They hardly ventured, happy in their own cocoon of love and happiness. She would keep herself busy with the housework, reading all the news in Urdu over the Internet. She even declined the domestic that the army was ready to provide, she did not have much work and wanted to do it herself. At times she sewed. She liked the satisfaction of creating something nice and wearable for herself.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then the Indian came. Raj was a tall too, touching six feet, boisterous and with a loud contagious laugh. His eyes sparkled and misted when he laughed. His chiseled features were immaculate. His smallish nose, his wide lips and his dark jet black mop of hair gave him a boyish look. He had been married to Rita for almost a year and a half.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rita was an exact opposite of her husband, rather quiet and shy till you got to know her, small in size. Her slender five feet four frame was, though, was as sexy as they get. It is not the size of the boobs or ass that matters, it is the size in proportion to the body. Too big on a small chest would awkward. Too small on a big chest plain. Hers were just right for her body. Enclosed in 36 C cup bra they stood up, proudly and to obscenely. Her ass, perfect round and bubble shaped jutted out enough to make them alluring and not out of place. She had a wide mouth, a big smile when she smiled.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her clothes were more revealing than Nasreen's. Her blouses were low cut showing a good view of her cleavage. Her skirts were an inch or two shorter than would be the norm. She liked to keep her hair short, nicely done in whatever style that took her fancy. When she made up she was particularly seductive. Her dark eyes would look you and give you a hardon.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">They arrived with the boisterousness that would become associated with them, with the noise and greetings that would be their hallmark. And as it must be, it was Raj who approached Rana a week after they had come and asked them to join him and Rita for dinner.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">As they sat, Raj and Rana, on the couch and discussed the world politics and the one single passion that bound the two separated countries - cricket - together the girls went about their business of getting the food ready. Rita had made Puran puri, a kind of a sweet bread that was a Gujarati specialty with several sauces and salads to with it.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Meanwhile Raj, in his open and unassuming way had held a bottle of Chivas Regal in his hand and shaking it asked Rana: "Say Rana saheb, how about a little appetizer before dinner."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rana was not a drinker on a regular basis, but he was not averse to a peg or two in good company. He laughed and agreed.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oi Rita, jaan, a little ice for the two buggers here."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Bringing." Rita hollered from the kitchen. But it was Nasreen who brought the ice. Placing it on the table gave a quizzical look at the glass her husband held. "Just a little, for company."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't worry ji. I won't get him too drunk to function in bed."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nasreen blushed, went back to the kitchen and returned a few minutes later. "Rita says she will change and join us." She said dutifully, sitting down on the seat next to her husband.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rita arrived a few minutes later in a tight jeans and a T-shirt. She looked at her husband and pouted. "What is this Mianji. No drink for us girls."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Want me to make a Patiala peg for you?" Raj asked.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Heesh. You keep that foul smelling drink to yourself. I will have wine. What Nasreen, a little wine."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Arey no. I don't drink."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come on Nasreen, for company... tell you what - I will get you a glass and if you don't like the taste you can give it to me." She was back in few seconds with two glasses of red wine. Nasreen looked at her husband, he raised his glass in encouragement. She took a sip. "Hmm.. sweet, tastes pretty good."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"See what did I tell you." Rita grinned.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But keep a eye on her Rana... unless you want a tigress in bed don't let her drink too much."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hullooo. Since when big sized fellows like you afraid of a measly tigress."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">All laughed. And on the way back a wee bit tipsy, both of them, looked at each other and smiled. "Nice guy." Rana said.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nasreen laughed and said. "Yup real nice guy. What about the woman, nice too eh?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">They had reached their porch. Rana pulled her ears and she squealed a a little louder than it hurt. "Hey what did I say, I saw you looking at her."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then made love till late in the night. For the first time while his mouth was locked on to hers nipples, Nasreen held his head and pushed him downwards, he happily went, tasting the sweet sour tangy juice of her pussy for the first time. He enjoyed the moans that emanated from her throat, he loved the pleasure he was giving her. When they came, his cock deep inside her pussy both were panting hard and telling each other how much they loved each other.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">At the other house, after the guests had left, Rita cleared up the few dishes and refilled her glass and slumped next to her husband. "So, Raj darling, I saw you checking her out, looks delicious eh?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not with you around, babe."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come on. A different dish is a different dish. The guy was something too. Forget them Raj. Come suck my breast baby..."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">* * *</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The two couple became regular visitors to each other's home. Weekly at first, visiting each other in turns and as always Raj brought a bottle of whiskey and a wine. Nasreen and Rana welcomed they visits. They wouldn't speak of it, but the sex after the visit had become hot and passionate, a month after their first visit, Nasreen pushed Rana away and began kissing him, making him lie down, her hot and wet kisses trailed their way to his throbbing cock and she took him. She took him and loved every second of it. She took him like she had been denied food for long. She drank his cum and grinning she hugged him, whispering: "Was it good Rana? Was it good?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The best. Fantastic Nasreen."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The couple went on holidays together, visiting nearby tourist spots on weekends and going father when times permitted. They became inseparable. Spending as much time with each other as they could. Nasreen dropped her veil in their presence, she laughed a little louder, got bold with her words.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">And as swift winds whip away the summer clouds, the time for their separation approached. The Pakistani couple had been recalled back home. In a week they were leaving. They gathered at Raj's house on Friday evening.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Everything is packed and ready." Rana declared. "And feels sad leaving you guys though."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Rana, you forgot to bring the camera. We wanted to take some photos as memory of the last day together."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nasreen, why do you need photos for memories. Memories are best when they are here and here." Her one finger pointed to her head and other hand on her chest as Rita said here and here.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Very true." Rana agreed, "and you will always be there."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then Rita said in a very quiet voice. "I have a proposal."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">All eyes turned to her, more for the strained sound of her voice than the words. She looked at each one of them. "But before I say it you have to promise something, if you find it stupid then we will never speak of it again."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Say it." Raj said at last.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"A way to make our last days such that we can never forget. Rana, you and Nasreen are going on Tuesday no? So let us swap. Let Raj take Nasreen and I will go with you. We go now and return by midnight on Sunday."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Everyone was silent. A pin could have dropped and been heard. Rita said again. "I know a decision like this is very hard. But each person has to take it for himself and the other support it. I have a few pieces of papers there on the coffee table, one has 'NO' and the other 'YES' on it. Each of us will go and choose our answer and put it in this bowl here. If we have four yes we go ahead, if there is even one no then we don't and we forget about this."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">She got first to pick a paper, folded it carefully and put it in the bowl. Rana got up, Nasreen and then Raj. All of them folded their papers and put it in the bowl.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rita took a deep breath. "Tell you what... I am a little scared but hell... le us see. She opened paper after paper and lay then flat on the table. Four boldly written YES stared at them.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So, it is unanimous. Let us go now go then and pack. Take as little as possible. We will meet here again at midnight the day after tomorrow and half a glass of wine. Wait. A few rules: No one will ask the other what happened during the weekend. Not unless both agree to speak about it. It will remain our own personal experience. Agreed?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Three grim heads nodded yes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">It did not take long for Raj to pack a bag. He took his bag and throwing on the back-seat of his car, waited. Rana and Nasreen came together, both a little fidgety. Rita came out with a bag and taking Rana's hand blew her husband a kiss. She lead him to his car. She turned to look, Nasreen was getting into the car with her husband.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>RAJ AND NASREEN </b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was nervous and glanced sideways at Nasreen. She was sitting stiffly on the seat, her eyes looking ahead into nothing. I began to have misgivings about the whole affair. I cleared my throat. "Nasreen, let us be honest with each other, I am nervous about this but I am excited too. I have thought of this a few times, I find you attractive. Very attractive."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Me too. I am scared of what may happen afterwards."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We have all voted for it so it should be okay."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You think it will be okay?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I don't know, I think yes. What I am thinking of right now is about near future, about tonight, tomorrow night and having fantasies come true."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You fantasized?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Plenty." I grinned. "Did you?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">She blushed, looking away. "Yes."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Uh huh. What did you fantasize then?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I don't have to tell you. But I may show it to you." She was grinning too.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shall we go to the resort we went the first time, it is just an hour's drive from here."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Won't the people there remember us, that we came with different people earlier?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hardly. And who gives a damn, we won't be around anyway."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We reached the place as the clock on the dashboard said 9.05. We booked a chalet facing the sea, threw our bags in the room, switched on the air conditioner and went for dinner. Neither was hungry, we pecked at the food, a glass of wine to wash it down. We walked together towards the chalet. Half way down the narrow path, I took her hand in mine, slightly rougher than Rita's hands, more warm, I watched her breasts heave as she walked by my side.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Would you like to take bath first?" I asked her as we entered the cool room.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You go ahead first." She said and I nodded, taking my pouch of toiletries from the bag. I took a quick shower, making sure I lathered and rinsed my genitals cleanly. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, using my palm to wipe away the steam on it. I looked good, I had shaved just a couple of days ago and my armpits and crotch had just a stubble, I liked it that way.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I wrapped a towel around me and came out of the bathroom. She was waiting for her turn, going through the television channels. I put on a pair of boxers and checked out the bed, it was springy and cool. I pulled out the blankets and slid underneath.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">She came out a few minutes later in a night gown, her hair loose and flowing. I switched off the lamp by the bedside, now only he light from the bathroom lit up the room, enough to see each other, but also enough to give us the sense of relief.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nasreen." I called.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes." She replied.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nasreen, say my name."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, Raaj." She always said it with an extra emphasis on the vowel.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Come here."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You say my name too, it sounds good when you say it."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nasreen, Nasreen. Come here girl."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Coming Raj." She came by the bed and slid in. I slid my hand under the blanket and sought hers, our fingers twining into each other. I turned a little and put my other hand on her tummy, caressing her lightly.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nasreen, kiss me."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">She heaved a breath and said: "No, Raaj, you kiss me."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I brought my lips to hers, hey opened in invitation, warm lips, so different from Rita's, warmer and moister. Our kisses changed from pecks to more passionate ones. I broke off, calling her name repeatedly. "Raaj, Raaj, Raaj." She said in return.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is this what you fantasized about."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh yes, and more, a lot lot more."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I cupped her breasts, too big for my hands to hold them all, kneading them. "This?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, and more..." My cock was scraping the thighs as her gown had come up, the skin touching it became sticky with precum.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Then do it Nasreen. Hold my cock. Take it in your mouth."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I will Raaj, I promise you. I want to. But right now take off my dress and just fuck me."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I rose on my knees and began to pull up her gown, both my hands caressing her body as they went upwards with the bunching up gown. My thumbs scraped the hard nipples, the mounds were fantastic, big as a melon, hard and ripe. I played a little making her moan. I removed the dress over her head and threw it on the floor. I began to caress her body, freely roaming the contours, feeling the bulge and the flats, feeling the sparse, thin growth of hair before they reached her wet and hot pussy. She was ready for a fuck.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Are you sure you want it now. You don't me to lick you there, do you like to be licked there?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh yes I do, I love it. But not now, Raaj, just put the cock in me and fuck me hard, we have enough time for everything else later."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I spread her legs apart, pointing my cock to her entrance and pushed in. The walls opened and then shut tight around the cock, gathering them in a velvet like fist. "You are tight Nasreen."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are big too, Raaj." I began to fuck her, slowly increasing the tempo, slowing down when I felt she was coming close and increasing the speed as her breath got a little slower. "What are you doing Raaj, I was about to cum." She moaned in feigned anger, hitting me on the chest, grabbing the hair on my chest.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What's the hurry?" I asked in broken words.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't know, I feel like I want it fast and then take y time slowly for a long long fuck."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">So be it I thought and began to pump my beautiful neighbor for the orgasm. Both were panting, kiss me she panted. And she came as my lips met hers. Her moans stifled by my lips, her pussy massaged my cock in a throbbing manner, my cock too increased in girth as it began to shoot globs of my semen into her womb.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We lay panting side by side.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I lay flat on my back and she first snuggled up close, then her lips began to plant wet kisses on my shoulder, her tongue licking my salty skin, spreading their areas of conquest to my chest, her mouth sucked at my hard small nipples. They began to go down. My cock was already beginning to get hard. She took my sticky cock between her forefinger and thumb, then looking at me, her eyes smoldering making my hard beat faster. She popped the cock out of her mouth. "While I suck you Raaj look into my eyes and keep calling my name."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I looked into her eyes. Charcoal black eyes that told me of the pleasures still to come: "Nasreen, my sweet baby Nasreen. My sexy cock sucker Nasreen!" She moaned with my cock in her mouth, making the vibrations send a thrill up my spine.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Cock sucker Nasreen." I said again and she moaned again. "Nasreen, Nasreen" She shook her head, her cheeks sunken, Eyes sparkling. "Cock sucker Nasreen." She moaned nodding her head. "My slut." She moaned even harder. "My cock sucker Slut. My whore slut Nasreen."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her hand came up and began to massage my balls, the contracted sac churning in her warm hand. "My tight cunt Nasreen, my special slut Nasreen. My fucking beautiful Nasreen, my sweet whore Nasreen." I was coming to close to control it, I let go, she gurgled even louder sucked even harder draining me of my juices. "Ahh.... Yes my whore drink my juice..." I reached forward, sinking my cock further into her throat and grabbed each ass cheek and began to knead them. Her hands sneaked up and pushed me back on the bed, she let the softening cock out of her mouth.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Was it good?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Good? Nasreen you are among the top few. Rana is a lucky bastard."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That is true." She said with exaggerated nod. "But tell you the truth, the first time I did it was here in Malaysia."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't joke. Really? I would say you had years of experience."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Remember the first time we went to your house and Rita offered me wine? The wine and the whiskey did it for us. I pushed his head towards there and made him lick me. Soon I was sucking him too."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"There? What is there? It is called pussy darling, cunt, twat, choot."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course I know that. Pussy, Choot. And you have a lund, a lauda a cock."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You really are a great cock sucker."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I practiced on eggplants." She grinned.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Like a real slut. And how is he at licking pussy?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I wouldn't know, I have nothing to compare it with. But when he does it, I feel like I am in heaven. Tell me do you guys do it often."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Rita and I were doing it before we married. She is good at it. And she says I am good at giving head too. I think at least from her squeals she means it. Anyway after now you will have something to compare it with." I grinned back at her.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Tell me what else you guys do."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Pretty anything that takes our fancy. Though one thing I really enjoy she doesn't like. I like to slap her ass and back when I am taking her from behind, she can't stand pain. That is reason also why she rarely lets me take her ass."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That is interesting, I actually like the pain when Rana squeezes by tits hard when he fucks me. I like it when he bites me. I have never done it in my ass, want to try a virgin ass."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Tomorrow darling we will go out and buy a few things, a tube of lubricant, a shaving razor."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shaving razor?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh yeah I want to see how my whore's cunt looks like in all its glory."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">She came over on top, her melons crushing on my chest, her nipples still hard. "On one condition, you shave me."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"My the greatest pleasure darling."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And don't call me darling. Call my name, call me a slut. I am your slut am I not?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Then you are the best slut in the world."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Tell me about your fantasies. You said you fantasized about me."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yeah I did, and I am sure am going to do more now that I know how tight and wet my slut Nasreen is. I will tell you one fantasy: I always dreamed of taking you in a public place, standing up, in a hurry."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">She knit her brow? "How?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Well you have suck beautiful tits - so full and round and such a nice ass it is best displayed when you are standing. I put against a wall and slightly bent forward, I lift your one leg and enter you. Sometimes in the ass."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Can it be done?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes it can, Rita loves hat pose."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You did it in public place?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You bet."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Will you take me like that, outside."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If I see a chance to do it, I will."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's hot. Fuck me again Raaaj. Fuck me nice and slow, then hard. Bite me tiger, hurt me a little. Fuck, hurt me a lot. I will give you a going away present, take me from behind and slap my back I will tell you to stop if it hurts too much."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her hand snaked down to my waking cock, stroking it to full erection. "You are the only cock I have seen other than Rana's. You are so different, so soft and still so hard. I like the way the skin go forward and backwards.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I turned her around, spooned her and my cock found the cunt. Slow shallow thrusts followed, I could not go too deep in this position but the feeling was good and Rita says this position stimulates her G-Spot. Perhaps it did to Nasreen too, she was taking deep breaths and moaning long. I took one tit in my hand and began to squeeze.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Harder."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I squeezed harder. "Be a man, be rough, harder and pinch my nipples."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">This was a territory I had hardly traveled. I had wanted to but Rita was not in favor of any pain. I first pulled her up by the waist, bringing her to a position from where my cock could assault better, long hard thrusts. Then leaning forward I grabbed both the tits and began to squeeze them real hard, pinching the nipples. Her moans were blood curdling, sending out a sense of electricity into the whole room. We were like make love with lightening striking everywhere around.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">My hand went high up and my palm came down flat on her back. The suddenness of the attack jolted her first but when the hand came second time, she cried yeah. Then there was just the noise of slaps, my hand kept coming down on her back and ass and she kept squealing, never telling me to stop.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her ass and back were beet red, I was afraid they might bleed any moment, but my own cock was so rock hard and insensitive that I knew I could go on for another half an hour.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I turned her around, putting legs apart, reentered the hot and slushy pussy. My teeth sank into her big breasts, biting her nipples the flesh on the sides, leaving my teeth marks all over her tits. She came with a force that almost threw me off her. I pinned her back holding her wrists and assaulted her lips, feeling them swell in my mouth.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I came at last her whole body was throbbing, my stiff cock dug deeper into her and released its cum. Sweat was dripping from my brow to chin to her chest. I kept pumping her even after I had released all I could, I wanted to make use of the hardness as much as I could.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was with great reluctance that she pushed me off her. "Enough Raaaj. Enough. I am dead. That was one good fuck tiger."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It was really." I replied still panting.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We hugged each other and slept. We woke up late the next day, both exhausted by the frenetic fucking last night, specially the last one that had sapped our energy. She woke me up with a cup of coffee, back again in the gown she had been wearing. I threw the blanket off me and realized that I was naked and pulled them back over me.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">She laughed at my state. "It is okay, I don't mind."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I took the cup of coffee and suddenly felt famished. "I am hungry. Lets get ready fast and see if we can get some breakfast."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"All right. I have showered already. You go take your shower while I change."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">She was wearing a pale blue salwar khameez when I came out, a light shade of lipstick on her lips. I realized that I had not seen her in any other dress. I put on a khaki pants and a T-shirt and we headed out. The last dregs of food were left in the trays at the restaurant but the guy making eggs was still around, the tea was there. I ordered eggs for both of us, with everything thrown in.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The omelets came and we both finished our plates and relaxed back. "What shall we do today."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Its up to you."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"We have been to sea side but I have never seen you enter the water. Why don't you do it this time, and come to think I have never seen you in any other dress too."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I used to wear jeans sometimes in college."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Jeans? Nasreen! I am thinking short skirts, spaghetti tops, I am thinking two piece swimming suite."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No way!"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nasreen. It is a crime to hide such beautiful body all the time. Here there is no one who will recognize you and I won't tell."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Will I look good in them, my ass is too big."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That is what you say. But honestly I have never seen such a perfect ass. It is better than Rita's and I think she has a killer ass."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay, then. We will try out some clothes and only if I feel comfortable...."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Done... lets go shopping then."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">A little asking gave us direction to the nearest biggest mall. We entered the cool building and looked around. An hour later we had several bags in our hands. A swimming trunk for me and a bikini for her in matching colors. We had a mini skirt with matching top that she had protested a lot about. We had a normal skirt and blouse that she was not against. We had matching underwear for them. I insisted that no bra should be bought, her tits were hard and tight enough to stand on their own. The panties we bough were skimpy, mere thongs.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We went back to the chalet and I made her put on the bikini and go splash in the sea. When after a lot of protestations she put on the bikini, I lead her to the full length mirror in the bathroom and showed her how stunning she looked. We took a couple of towels along with us and found a nice bench close by to spread it. I saw a waiter passing by and ordered couple of drinks for us.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">She attracted a lot of attention and after some time I began to feel she liked the attention she was getting. I liked it too. When Rita and I went out to such places she deliberately wore revealing clothes and I liked the looks guys gave her. I loved to see the lust in their eyes and knowing while they might fantasize about her I was he one who could fuck her.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">A while later when it got too hot we took a dip in the sea. The cool water hardened her nipples and they poked out through the flimsy bra. Her wet clothes left nothing to imagination, her tight ass swayed a little more as he walked on the sand, her tits jiggles and the aureoles could be seen. We kept playing in the water and out till we became tired and walked back to the chalet.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We showered together. I took my time lathering her and washing her. The pleasure of being able to massage those large and firm breasts and ass was indescribable. The ten minutes I spent on her pussy was worth it. We had bought the lubricant with razors and I had shaving cream in my bag. I spread a towel on the bed and made her lie down while I shaved her pussy. I had done this a million times with Rita and was quite an expert. Her legs did not need any shaving as they hardly had any hair, I turned her around and removed the few strands of hair from her ass. She looked good enough</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">After she had rinsed off the soap she returned to bed and I ate her. Her pussy produced more juice than I have seen before. Her clitoris stood up like a tiny cock and demanded attention. It sucked it to her delight. And entering her at last felt again the tight and soft warmth of her pussy. We dozed off and woke up when the sun was going down.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We showered and dressed, I insisted she wear the shorter skirt and again showed her in the mirror how fabulous her body was. We went out to dinner and while men stared at her and imagined how she must look naked, I rejoiced. We had a cocktail. She was drinking something stronger than wine for the first time. She warned me saying she could get wild when drunk. I told her I wanted a wild and slutty Nasreen anyway.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">When we reached the chalet she stopped just outside. "Raaj, fuck me here and now. A quick one."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Here?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You chicken, just unzip your pants and get that big hard cock, lift my skirt and fuck me standing up."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I pushed her towards the wall, nobody calls me a chicken. I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out, it was hardening in manner that made me proud. Quickly I lifted her skirt up her tight ass and pushing aside the thong fingered her pussy, she was wet. Then without much ado, I place a hand on her back and holding my cock drove in. I fucked her hard and fast. Driving in and out with ferocity, uttering profanities.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is this what the bitch Nasreen wants? Huh? Fucked in public while people watch, or does she want another cock in her mouth too."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Grrrr...."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is this hot enough Nasreen. Is this cock big enough? Wait till I get it in your tight ass you feel like a horse is tearing you apart."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh yeah, harder you bastard."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I rammed harder, my cock hitting the end of her love tunnel, poking into her insides. My one hand was holding her under her knee, bringing her leg up, my other I laced on her shoulder gripping it tight for balance and to hold her back towards the wall while I began to fuck in silence. I came hard in hard, her body stiffening as she reached that final crescendo of orgasm and began to pant.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We stumbled into the chalet, my dick still out and half hard, dripping a strand of cum. She was disheveled. As soon as we reached the inside, I grabbed her hair and brought her mouth to my cock, she began to lick it clean, fumbling with my trouser buttons to get it off. Her clothes came off too. With just her thong on her she walked drunkenly to the bed and fell face down on it. I rummaged through the shopping bags and found the bottle lubricant.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I knew it would be a while before I got after the hard fuck, but I needed time, I needed time to prepare her ass for the assault.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh Raaaj, please, give me a little time."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Since when do sluts need time? But don't worry I will be gentle and soft. You will enjoy it, I promise."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I took some gel and put it on the crack of her ass, spending a lot of time just massaging the outer area. She began to relax and moaned deep. "That feels good Raaj."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I massaged her ass cheeks and kneaded them, when I felt she had relaxed I added more lubricant and slid a finger into her puckered hole. She moaned and squeezed against my finger, her inside hot.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shush... don't fight it Nasreen. Relax."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">When she had relaxed enough and my finger was going in and out easily I added more gel and added a second finger, then a third. She moaning with pleasure now, thrusting her ass back at my fingers. I spread her ass with my two fingers in it and squeezed the lube into her.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Now get ready to be taken in the ass my virgin Nasreen."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Careful."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Even with the profuse amount of gel and fingering her ass felt like a vice when my cock head slid in. She screamed and would have moved away if I had not held her. Her frantic effort worked to my advantage, she tried to move away and I tried to push forward and the length of my cock slid in to the hilt.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh.... Oh.... pain."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shush... see your ass is mine now. See, my cock as all the way in inside your virgin ass. You are my bride now."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is it in, oh I wish I could see, it feels full, bigger than when it was in my pussy."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I slowly began to pump her. She moaned in pain first and then the pleasure took over the pain as I kept adding more gel and fucked her in long strokes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are tight and good Nasreen bitch, my slut."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are good too my bastard. My Indian cock."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We kept talking back and forth. I fucked her slow long strokes, she pushed back and ground her ass against my pubic bone. Her ass swayed as she languidly pushed herself back and moaned. I had an urge to see her, play with her tits as I fucked her. I popped the cock out and turned her around, adding a little more gel, her legs spread wide apart, her ass raised high I entered her.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nasreen, open your eyes, look at me."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">She opened her eyes, her nostrils flaring, red all over, a dark crimson red, lips swollen and beads of sweat on her forehead. She was drooling from the corner of her mouth. I lost myself in this erotic sight. "Keep looking at me Nasreen, tell me to fuck your ass, tell your ass is mine."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It is yours. isn't it Raaj. Today you have made me your whore completely. I like it, being your whore.... I want to come now Raaj... fuck me hard, shake my body."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I fucked her hard and fast and slowed down only when I felt my own orgasm near. When the feeling subsided I would speed up again, my fingers, first one then two and then all four in her pussy. wet dripping pussy. I could feel the cock going in and out of her.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know what you deserve?" I panted.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Tell me." She panted back.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Another cock in your pussy. Imagine you lying on top of Rana, his cock in you and I take your ass from above. Two cocks hammering in and out of you.... no one more cock a stranger's cock in your mouth...."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">She shook as I said it, cumming with a jolt. Her ass tightening more around my cock.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No..."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No..." she was breathing so heavily that every word was broken, every sentence long drawn. Not a third cock. Rita's pussy on my lips." She shivered at the thought, spraying more juice on my fingers.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Look at me... my ass is wide open, my pussy is wide open... like a whore... put the whole hand in.... make me a loose cunt., your loose cunt."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shut up and now tell me to cum in you... I can't wait any longer."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Cum in me, Raaj, come in me more than you cum in Rita. More than any other bitch... fill me up. Fill my every hole tonight. And more... bring strangers in and ask them to fuck your whore... Raaaj." Her last word was a long drawn wail. Her ass gripped my cock harder than before, its throbbing reverberating trough her body, my fingers slipped in into her pussy, taking my hand in inside her to the wrist.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">She wailed again and I began to let out a stream into her ass. For a moment I thought I was peeing for the stream was so powerful. Then as my cock began to throb to softness I pulled my hand out.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Put is back in." She screamed. "Keep all in as long as you can."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I stroked her insides with my fingers and she moaned.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">When at last I was too soft to stay inside and pooped out, bringing out a gush of fluid with my cock, I removed my hand too and headed to the bathroom. She stumbled gingerly and followed me, holding my cock as I wanted to pee and spraying the shower all over, giggling at her state.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I came out I picked my wrist watch from the coffee table and looked at the time. Two in the morning. I remembered seeing the time when we left the restaurant. Eight fifty five. We had been fucking for six hours. The last one had been a marathon that even I found hard to believe.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We pulled the soiled bed sheet away and slept on the bare mattress.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">She woke me with her sweet lips, I yawned and told her this was a heavenly way to wake. She left my cock and looked at me, grinning. "And a wonderful breakfast too. At least for me."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I came in her mouth soon and got up to shower. She sprawled on the couch, all her inhibitions gone, naked and loving it. I threw my towel and sat next to her, pouring from the pot of coffee she had ordered.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know it is our last day together today."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, I know."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is it okay if we just go to the sea for a while and spend the rest inside here?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I would that."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Fuck me as many times as you can."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Of course. I plan to." I grinned.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Starting with now? And don't blame me if you feel my pussy is loose. You are to blame for it."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I won't. But I think the best way to start is my tasting it, no?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">She spread her legs wide apart and leaned back on the couch and I took my position of the floor on my knees. "I began to lick her. Licking the inside of her pussy lips, soon making them swollen with blood. Soon her clitoris peeked out and I was munching on her. She moaned and held my head and pressed me down.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nearly half an hour of making her cum a few times I entered her and fucked her. She was as tight as before, even hotter and wetter. I told her so.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ah... so you still like your whore."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I do Nasreen. Cum with me."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Then hold my tits and mash them with your hands."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I did. The bites marks from last night were looking a purplish blue now. "Painful?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"A little, but I love it. I want more bites."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Later." I said and began my final speed run. I came into her. We changed and went and frolicked in the sea. We returned to the chalet and after a cool shower it was fucking time again. We lay on bed and fucked in slow languid pace. I sucked her while she played with my cock. We kissed all over, letting our tongues arouse each other then made slow deliberate love. This time the words were missing, our hands and lips doing the talking.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We stayed in the room and ordered food. We ate, kissed, ate. We made love on the couch. And we fell asleep on the couch. We woke up and made love. After we had early dinner at seven she asked me when would we be leaving.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You want to go back fast?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, I want to stay as long as possible."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Well we promised to be back by twelve and even if we leave at eleven we will make it. We must be on time."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yeah. So eat fast, we have about four hours left. Take be back and fuck my ass yesterday."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You liked it?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I loved it."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Then you must get Rana to do it more often."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh yes. I intend to. That and much more. I have learnt a lot in this two days, I don't want to waste time by being shy and demure in bed. He is in for a hectic time."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am sure he will love it."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Eat fast."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We were back in the room in a hurry. We were naked and I was fingering her ass. She was moaning and I was entering her. Now she was more relaxed than yesterday, but still as tight.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The words Nasreen and Raaj traveled back and forth. The words bitch, whore, slut, bastard went around a lot. When we came at ten we were so breathless that we fell part and did not speak for long.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was nearly ten thirty. I got up to take bath, she joined me and we both washed each other.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I wish there was time for one more." I said.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Me too."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let us hurry then, if just before reaching we have time we can do it near the old mill on the outskirts."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I went to the reception to check out while she got things packed and ready. We reached at record speed, finding ourselves at the abandoned mill a clear half an hour early. The ride home from here was hardly ten minutes. Taking her hand I took her to a grassy patch near a tree. I was about to lay down when she leaned against the tree and said: "No Raaj, take me standing up."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I unzipped my pants and brought my hard throbbing cock out. I undid the sash of her salwar and letting it fall I moved her panty aside and entered her, grunting.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The rapid fire fucking was tremendous. She panted hard and I panted hard as I came into her.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We sat down in the car for a while to get our breath back and then drove home.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We entered the security gates just as Rana was about to. I stopped the car in front of my porch and she leaned and gave me a long lingering kiss.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Thank you."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">She was gone before I could say "No, it is you I should thank."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>RITA AND RANA</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I don't know. Really. That morning when I woke up - that Friday - right from drinking the first cup of coffee to after sending Raj off to work all I could think of was sex. I brought myself off on the bed and one thought that kept breaking through the horny haze my mind had become that morning was Rana. His cock pelting my pussy, his cock in my ass. Me slurping his.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">For heaven's sake, I reprimanded myself. I told myself I had not even seen what his rod looked like, for all I knew it was thin and small, for I knew he was a lousy lover. But the thought kept assaulting my senses. Maybe it was that they were going away, that my fantasies when with Raj of Rana fucking me would become hard to believe. I don't know. I really don't know.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The morning passed in agony, a little relief came when Raj came for lunch, I told him to go ahead and eat while I went under the table and sucked darling dry. I dozed off after he went back to work and in the sleepy drowsy state the idea came.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I printed the eight pieces of paper that had four 'YES' and four 'NO' on them, pur a glass on the table and waited. I didn't know if I had the courage to carry on the mission. But when I saw them, I saw the look in Raj's eyes as he watched Nasreen's swaying ass - a delicious ass I might tell you, one I would like to bare and lick too - and I saw the flash of lust in Rana's eyes as he eyes my cleavage and turned his eyes away.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I said what I had to say and that was now history. I watched Raj and Nasreen get into the car, I blew a kiss to him and got in with Rana. "Drive towards the city, Rana." I said.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We drove in silence for a while. I was getting restless, the close proximity to the man I had fantasized about for so long now made me a little horny and reckless. Seeing a little road down the road, one that lead to a cover of palm oil trees I asked Rana to slow down and pull up over there.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Raj and I had experienced this place before, it was quite lonely and no one from the road could see us.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I can't wait any longer." I asked Rana. "Can you."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I have waited a long time."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I want a aperitif, a trailer." I whipped my T-shirt, my bare tits jiggled for him and his eyes became riveted to them. I felt the bulge in his pants become bigger as my hands reached to his crotch and checked him out. A sigh of relied as I felt a substantial bulge. I tried to undo his pants from the position I was in and could, he hurriedly helped me out, pulling his pants and boxers down and his hard throbbing cock was mine for taking.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was magnificent, it was immense, it was a little bigger than Raj's fatter and seeing a cut cock for the first time I held it, running through the contours and shaped with my fingers. He throbbed jerking with the pleasure. His throb telling me more than his shy silence could. I picked of his hand and placed it on my tit.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">He used the other hand to maneuver the lever next to the seat to push the car seat back and I sank my lips on to this beauty. It tasted funny at first, not used to the soft unblemished skin, missing the foreskin, missing the dripping precum that Raj forever produced.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">It is a different cock, I guess it had to be different in every way. I sank further, making the head of the cock hit the back of my throat and began to bob up and down. He was grunting, small, stifled grunts of pleasure. I worked on him, my hand stroking the rest of the cock, up and down as saliva dripped over it, making it slick and bringing him to the edge. I felt like a starved virgin eating her first cock.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">There is something funny about humans. We love a person, we like to fuck them again and again, in new positions and new styles. But after a while, even though the love is there, the affection, the togetherness, the lust loses some luster. Making love to someone for the first time, for the first times is a high that is indescribable. I felt the same urgent tingle all over body I felt when I first fucked you Raj. That thrill of taking your cock in the mouth, sensing it swell in the mouth as it spewed the seed was something I did not realize I could miss so much.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I felt that tingle in my body now, as I felt his cock stretch my mouth wide and throbbed and throbbed and throbbed. I love you Raj but that feeling of taking the man for the first time, of tasting his cum, of knowing that I still have a lot of time to feel him in my ass and pussy, empty his balls was a thrill I became high on.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">He lifted his ass, plunging his cock in me, I had to struggle to put his down. The semen tasted sweet, a little bitter, a little orange flavored. I drank it and I licked him clean.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">A few minutes to let him catch his breath, to stuff his flaccid cock back in his pants and for me to clean my face reasonably, we were off.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rana was in a little extravagant mood, as I clung to his arm, pressing my boobs against him he signed in for a deluxe suit. The place was spacious, a bedroom that could be closed off with a sliding door, a TV and a couch in what was a living room, a Jacuzzi with a huge bath. I for a moment missed not having planned it as a even together. I would have loved to have you guys here right now. Watch you fuck Nasreen. Watch you watch me take this magnificent cock and see the flush of satiation on my face.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">But that was not so, what was that Rana was here. He excused himself, he wanted to go to toilet, I gave him a little time alone, waited for the flush to go off and the shower start, I knocked the door, he opened it, dripping and wet. I stood on the doorway and watched him get back to into the shower. I watched him get hard seeing me watch. I slowly took off my clothes and threw them, entering the cubicle. Washing away my face and rinsing my body.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">How long do you think it took me to get my own needs done and attend to his cock, throbbing against my tummy. Not long right, still dripping wet I pulled away, hurriedly drying the most damp areas, letting the time and body heat take care of the rest. We were on the bed, kissing. His thick mustache tickling me, his rough hands kneading my tits. I was asking to do it harder. I begging him to cool my overheated cunt. His finger began to enter my already getting wet pussy, his finger started to spread the lips apart, caressing the insides, checking my insides.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Raj, I tell you your Rita was at that moment a horny bitch who wanted to just fuck this man, wanted to impale myself on him, to squeeze his seed out. I kissed him lustily and I bent down and kissed his chest, bit him and holding his throbbing cock in my hands I pointed him the way.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I have experienced, I hate it but at that moment the pain of his cock stretch my vagina to the limit was joyous. As my pussy slid over his cock, I gasped, I screamed. I sat there for long, I don't know how long and when he turned me around and began to gently saw me I was delirious. I moaned and I think I was mouthing profanities, telling him in Hindi he was my cock, I was his whore. That seemed to just probe me even more. His cock was the only thing I could see, the only thing that existed then.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">He took to the brink and he lead me to the cliff and he plunged me there. I dropped, taken him with me. I wanted him to talk call me names, tell me how good I was, he would speak a work. I was scratching him, biting him, telling him was a dog fucking a bitch.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">When he came I came too, for the tenth time. I came too with lusty moan. I squeezed my pussy tight against his cock and squeezed his balls with my hand. Even after cumming in me he would stop for a long while, kept hammering away at my delicate pussy, making me crazy and making me cum again.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I kissed him all over afterwards, eating his cock, taking in our mixed juices. I pulled him towards my cunt, holding his head by his hair.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">He resisted: "I have never done this before..."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What?" I cried half in disbelief. "Are you serious? Nasreen is missing it."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">He blushed, can you believe that, the big heavy pathan with a big mustache and a bigger cock was red in the face.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No I mean, I have, but before we.... you know before I came in her."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I am glad and upset to hear that man. Glad you at least don't deprive the sexy wife of yours of this basic pleasure and upset that a pussy after you have used it is a no no."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I mean, you see, I mean."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I don't fucking know anything really. But I tell you, it is the sexiest thing to watch your man eat you after. And I tell you, we are going to do everything in the little time we have. Dirty or not... Now eat me Rana."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">He was hesitant at first, his tongue just barely jabbing at my cunt. He began to open up, he maybe liked his own taste, maybe the mixture of his and my juice made a good cocktail. He began to slurp soon enough. I lead him to my clitoris, I made him suck it, I made him clean my pussy, made him make it ready for another heart pounding, soul shattering assault on it. It was dawn when he at last came again, both smelling by now of sex. He pounded me from behind, he made me want to pass out.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">When we were done, when we were done for the moment we fell apart and slept.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Raj, we did not go out of the room for the most part. Going to lunch for a little while, coming back and fucking. I just could get enough of him, and I felt now he couldn't get enough of me. I was wishing we had a week instead of two days, we had months. I wished we had broken this ice and fucked like rabbits all this while. Above all I wanted to know you and Nasreen were doing. I wanted to see Rana's face when you made her scream and came into her pussy.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">He had by afternoon begun to talk while he fucked.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I made him call me a bitch, I made him call me a whore. I made him ask for what he wanted.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What do you want?" I asked him, his hand on both my tits and his cock pounding into me.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"To fuck you everyday."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You can forget about that. What else. Say the dirtiest thing you want me to do, you can imagine me doing." He was not either imaginative, or he was still not fully opened up.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know what I want? What I want to see." "You watching Nasreen fucked. You watching and wanting to fuck her too. You watching me being fucked. Wanting to fuck me yourself. And you want it so bad that you ask Nasreen to go on top and you take Nasreen's ass. While you lick my pussy, filled with Raj's cum and your cum and you drink it..."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">He groaned so loudly that I thought everyone down the corridor would have heard him.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You like that, don't you?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh yes." He hissed.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I stopped him from moving, I got on top, I wanted to control the speed. I wanted to control his cumming. I began to move, just a little, more of swayed. I began to talk. Each word making him agonizingly frustrated. Each sentence being interrupted with pleading to fuck him.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">And afterwards, when she has been satisfied like a whore she is, all us stand around her pissing on her, each taking a turn to shoot a stream at her open mouth.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That dirty. Fuck harder or let me come up please."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shut up and listen."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Then I will get a big dildo and start fucking her while you guys wait to get hard. Fucking in turn. She gets worn out, her pussy bleeding red. Her pussy filled up to the brim and overflowing. Then we pee on her."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">He groaned.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you like to see her hurt. Huh?" You know Raj I can't stop the fear of getting hurt but I like to see sadistic thing being done on others, maybe it is the fascination that some can really stand the pain. "We tie her up, she is begging to be given time to recover. She wants be time to sleep. 'Rana, my love, I will fuck every man on the block, I will lick his dick, but please...'</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You reply by putting clamps on her nipples."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rana seemed to enjoy the sadistic thoughts too. "You are a whore, fucking Indian whore that is making me go crazy."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You like the thoughts, you like to see her beg you."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes you fucking whore, yes." He hissed and his eyes pleaded.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You would like to invite men to your house, make them cum inside her? Till her thighs are all covered with semen?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes, bitch, yes. Let me cum now. Make me come now."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Then tell me what you would like to do to me? Tell me and I will let you cum."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I... I... can't think. Please. I will tell you in detail once I have cum. Okay. Please."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I think he was really in agony. I began to pound harder, slapping my pussy on his crotch and he came almost instantly, groaning like he was in pain.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">But I played with him when he began to talk. I began to do the talking. I kept him and myself just a millimeter from madness. But each time he came he and me reached a new high note. We just spiraled higher. He went out for a while at around ten the next morning. We had slept around three, exhausted and dog tired.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I opened my eyes, a little bleary still and not knowing where I was. I wanted to get up and found I had been tied to bed.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Let me go or I will scream." I said, a little scared and a little excited.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">He held a bunch of my hair and pulled my head backwards, he stuffed a handkerchief in my mouth. I looked, now more scared than excited. His big hand took my other hand and tied it too, to the other end of the bed. He spread my legs apart, fingering me.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You talk too much... Now is the time to listen."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I struggled and my eyes must have showed the fear. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Listen to what I will want to do to you."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">He cleared his throat, his finger now lovingly sliding in and out of my pussy, it had begun to moisten even in this situation. I am such a whore Raj. I wanted him to do things no one had done before, I wanted to hurt me and felt fear at the thought.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You know what I would if I got hold of you, if you were in my village? I would first strip you naked and the people of my house would fuck you first. My brothers and my cousins. When we done we would throw you to the servants who would pounce on you like a pack of wild dogs."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">He went away, rummaged through a packet on the table and returned, hiding something behind him. I waited in fear.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But you know what I am going to do? I am going to take your ass now."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">My eyes opened wide with fear. Even your smaller (but still beautiful) cock hurt me when you enter me there. The thought of this monster shook me. The thing he was holding was a tube of KY Jelly. He squeezed some and applied on my ass, Cold damn gel that sent goose bumps all over my naked body.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">His finger when it entered was like someone was tearing me apart, like a huge pole going up my ass. My muffled screams did not make him stop, he was finger me and adding lubricant and fingering me some more.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oh Raj, my darling I feel so ashamed, I don't let you do this to me, and this motherfucker was doing it and I was liking it. I was moaning like a two bit whore that I had become, I was hoping he would never take that finger out of me, He was a good person, he heard my silent prayers and added one more finger. It increased my agony but the pleasure increased a thousand fold. And when he put a third finger I was delirious.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Honey, Raj, I am sorry. I will let you do all that to me and more. But at that time if he asked me to fuck a fucking horse I would have. He oiled his cock with the gel. He place it on the ass that was screaming with rage when the finger were taken our and he pushed it. I screamed a mad scream as the pain shot through my body. I wanted to kick him away, he held my thighs in a vice grip and just lifted my ass up, sinking into my being.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I cried out Raj, with my soul. Then by magic my gag fell off, I could breath with pleasure, moan and tell him with my moans how he was pleasuring me. I begged him to untie me and fuck me in the ass. He would. He made me beg, I liked begging him Raj.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">He banged harder and harder. The constant fucking increasing his staying power incredibly. I was cumming like a rudderless boat on a rough sea. My lust peaking and falling, rising and falling till I think I passed out.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I came to and he was still hammering away. It was a dream fuck, my ass had opened up for him and every pore in my body was emitting fluid. I was drooling, my nose flowing, my pussy like a river, My ass a wet swamp. I was crying too, in utmost pleasure.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then he came, his cock just grew and grew, my eyes wide in a orgasm I had never thought possible, suspended in air as he burst inside me. I swear I could feel the throbbing cock spit red hot lava inside, I thought for a moment he was peeing in me, that's how long his cock stayed fat and twitching and jerking.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Finally when he pulled out he was as exhausted as I was.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We slept again like animals that had known satisfaction.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was too sore to even walk properly the whole afternoon. I made him cum for me in my mouth. When it was time to leave I felt a pang.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I got on to my knees, kissed his cock, made him suck my pussy and promise never to forget my taste. I knew he loved Nasreen just as much as I love you. I would want to exchange places forever, but for the two lust ruled, and it was just two people happily mating.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then when I saw you my happiness was unimaginable. I noticed Nasreen to and I could tell from her face that you had made me proud, you have fucked her with vigor you fuck me with.</span></div></div><div><br /></div>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685364209415846281.post-52698009714747829832022-01-04T18:50:00.005-08:002022-01-04T18:50:55.755-08:00The Needs<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <span style="background-color: white;">Roshni was again thrashed by her husband Binod. The thrashing had now become a daily routine. They were a happy family until six months back. But the tetchy transformation in Binod's behavior had made him alcoholic and ruined their happy family. Binod was a daily labourer and Roshni worked as a housemaid to make ends meet. Binod used to spend all his money in alcohol and Roshni used her meagre amount to run the kitchen in the house. They were three people-Binod, Roshni and their three month old baby girl. The girl was on her milk so she was not a problem for Roshni. The problem was she had to eat regularly to produce milk for her baby. Buying new clothes was beyond her dreams and she had only two pairs of sarees and blouse to wear. And, then the thrashings of Binod had made her life hell. Roshni had contemplated suicide many a times but looking at her milk filled breasts and the little mouth sucking had stopped her from committing the extreme path.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Their sex life was still worse. Binod was least attracted to her milk filled breasts. There was no foreplay and all he used to do was insert his erection into her and drain himself within a couple of minutes even before Roshni was anywhere near her climax.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There was no money to buy the month's ration. The money which she had kept under the mattress had been accidentally discovered by her husband and was promptly invested in the local bar. She quarreled with Binod to give back the money but had instead got two slaps over her face which had left an imprint over her face. Yes, the morning thrashings were painful but she had to forget it and move along with her daily routine.<span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni was working as a maid at three places and that none would pay her advance money for the month she was sure about that. Her only hope was Vivek Sahib.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Vivek was a businessman. He lived alone in his house and his wife stayed at her paternal home due to some quarrel between them. His bachelor life often made his eyes follow Roshni's nubile body while she worked at his home and Roshni was well aware of that. And, today, she had finally decided to exhibit her assets to him and then ask for some money for the month.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After finishing work in the other two household, she rang on Vivek's doorbell and he answered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Go and make tea first and wipe the floors after that."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes Sahib."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni went to the kitchen to prepare tea and Vijay took a glimpse of her curves from behind as she passed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">"Lucky husband</em>." He wondered and went and sat on the sofa in the drawing room.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni had to plan something quickly to make him fall foe her. She realized that there was fuel and only a little fire could ignite his passions. As she finished the tea, she adjusted her saree to the edge of her shoulders in such a way that it would fall off as soon as she bent to give the cup to Vivek. She then went to the drawing room.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Take it Sahib." She handed the cup to Vivek and as planned her <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">pallu</em> fell from her chest and exposed her blouse to Vivek.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Vivek looked at her chest. Her breasts were enormous and it was constantly trying to break the confines of her blouse.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Can I suck on them?" he wondered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni took all the time in the world to put her <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">pallu</em> back on her chest. Vijay had now crossed his legs to stop exhibiting the tent already formed in his pants.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her plan had succeeded partially and now she was ready for the next step. She bought the bucket partially filled with water and a few drops of a liquid disinfectant and a cloth along with to clean the floor. She knew that the display of her assets might end up in his bed but she was ready for it. And simultaneously, she also thought of how to avoid sex if matters actually went worse. She tried to remember her child's face as it was for her she was doing all this nasty things.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"My baby, your mother will never allow you to stay in hunger."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She sat on the floor in front of Vivek and began wiping the floor by bending herself a little forward. Her saree fell down again uncovering her chest.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The memory of her baby had activated her 'let-down'. As Vivek looked on, he saw the centre of her blouse get wet. On further analysis, he realized that tiny droplets of a white fluid had actually formed inside her blouse and they were rushing to the floor below. He realized that it was the milk. He had to start a conversation.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Haven't you fed your baby in a while?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes Sahib. Just before I came to your house." She answered." What's the matter?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She put the question to prove her ignorance regarding her already wet blouse. She had lied regarding the timing of the feed and it was past couple of hours before her baby had unlatched.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Look at your blouse." He said while still hiding his organ in between his legs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh my God! I am leaking. Sahib I am producing so much milk that the baby is unable to empty me completely."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And she put the saree back on her chest. She continued wiping the floor and smiled at herself.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sahib, I needed some money to buy some grocery from the market. I will adjust it the following month."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"First go and wash up yourself in the bathroom."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It is okay sahib. It happens daily and I have used myself to it."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not today. Okay first finish wiping the floor and then go and have a bath in my bathroom."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She prepared herself to ask some good amount of money from him. She went on to finish the task at hand. Her blouse was now completely soaked in her milk and she made her way to the bathroom. Vivek called back.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What's your size?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Before Roshni could actually answer, he continued:</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I mean few of my wife's blouse and brassiere are still in the cupboard. If it fits you then you can use them."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And, Roshni actually didn't know what size her breasts were.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sahib, I have no idea." She looked puzzled.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"<em style="box-sizing: border-box;">This is going to be exciting</em>." Vivek thought.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She went inside the bathroom and didn't lock it from inside. She was desperate to make some money. She filled the bucket with water and then removed her blouse completely. Vivek moved to the bathroom door and opened it partially to have a look at her assets.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni had to make the move aware that Vivek was behind the door. She removed her saree and then opened the petticoat and as it hit the floor, she climbed out naked. She placed her dry clothes in the towel rack and poured water from the bucket over her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Vivek looked at her body. She looked divine and didn't deserve to work as a maid. She was born for the palaces. She was born to fulfil his desires, he thought.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Vivek didn't stop any further and went straight into the bathroom. His penis was aching staying within the confines of his pants. He picked up the naked body of Roshni in both his arms, came out of the bathroom and carried her to his bedroom.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He laid her down on the bed and said:</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You are beautiful."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She sat herself on the bed with her legs crossed and cupped her leaking left breast.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sahib, this is giving me lot of pain. Can you empty this?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Vivek was ready for this offer and climbed himself on the bed. He placed his head on her lap and she took her right hand to his head and brought his mouth closer to her chest. As he opened his mouth she pushed his head to cover her nipple. Her left hand was resting by her side.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He instantly started sucking on her already leaking breasts and a gush of milk filled his mouth. His powerful suckles drew more milk from her left breast as she gently brushed his hairs. Her soft hands would move to his shoulders and then to his back to support him from falling down her lap.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Vivek from the corner of his eyes saw that her other breast was also leaking. Like a greedy person, he unlatched from the left and moved his mouth to the right one. Roshni moved her right breast in the direction of his mouth and her hand guided his head. He scoffed on the right nipple and this gifted him with more milk. He had hardly taken five to six gulps of her milk down his throat when Roshni asked him to finish the left one. He obeyed her and she guided his head to her left breast again.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She then moved her right hand, supporting his head, to under his pants to feel his hardness and she moved her left hand to support her head. Her plans were clear - food for the baby without sex. But the hardness would not come completely in her grasp. Sahib had a bigger penis than her husband, she realized. As Vivek continued emptying her, she pulled down his trousers to verify her thoughts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">This was the penis that could satisfy her</em>, she thought.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But then she was not prepared for sex. She started shaking his organ lightly in an up and down fashion. Vivek's left hand had now moved to hold her bare back- partly to support him and partly to relax himself due to the growing orgasm building in his balls. The constant sucking at her nipples and the rock hard penis of Vivek made Roshni realize that she had gone wet. Her recent sexual encounters with her husband had failed to make her wet. But, now, even without sex she was wet. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment to finish.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Just as Vivek finished emptying her breast, he realized that he was going to cum. He asked her to fasten her speed on his organ and she duly obliged. Finally, he sent jets of sperm to the sky and thus concluded his orgasm. He got up from the bed and so did Roshni. She lowered down her head and asked again</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sahib, I needed some money."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"My purse is there on the table. Take as much as you like." He pointed her to the table as he pulled his trousers up. "But I have a condition."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Was he going to ask for sex?" she thought. She was not prepared today as she had to rush to her home to feed her baby.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What is it, Sahib?" she asked nervously.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"There are a few blouse and bras of my wife in the cupboard. Can you try them?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sure Sahib. But I have never worn a bra in my life."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I will help you. But if your husband finds out."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He is not interested in my breasts. He will never know." Roshni said with a sorrow filled face.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay then come with me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She followed him to the cupboard. He took out a beautiful blue blouse and a bra of the same colour.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes Sahib. But how is this worn? I have never worn it in my life." She pointed to the bra.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He laughed at her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay bring your arms forward."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She obeyed him. He put each of the arms of the bra into her arms and brought the material over her breast. He moved behind her and pulled the inferior border down to cover her breast and then strapped from behind.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sahib it is so tight."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"May be this is not of your size." And he unstrapped her and removed it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As his hands touched her soft skin, he felt another erection. He wished to kiss on her bare shoulders and hold her tightly. But then, he realized that she had to be with her baby. He had understood it when Roshni had removed his mouth from her right breast after a few suckles.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Dress yourself and take the money from the purse and go." And he went to the drawing room.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He didn't care how much money she took. <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">She had satisfied him and she deserved to be in the same status as her wife</em>, he thought.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The blouse fitted her albeit a little tight.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni dressed herself and opened the purse. There were six notes of Rupees Five Hundred. She wanted two but she took one. She was grateful to him for making her wet which her husband had failed to do and how he had asked her to take the money from his purse without handing over the money himself. That meant trust. And she didn't wish to break his trust.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sahib, I have taken a single five hundred rupees note. I will adjust it in the next month." She rushed from his house avoiding eye contact.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">His eyes would strip her again and she couldn't reach her baby in time,</em> she thought.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She moved straight to the grocery shop and spent all the money in buying grocery for the next 15 days.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She came back to her house and Binod was not there. She went to her neighbour's house and they said that the child had just woken up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She brought the child to her room. She sat with legs crossed on the bed and placed the child on her lap. As she unbuttoned the blouse gifted by her Sahib she blushed to herself. She popped her milky asset from her blouse and led the baby's mouth to lock on her nipple. As she felt the familiar rush of milk into her mouth she recollected all the events since morning. She felt herself getting wet again and she determined herself to submit herself to his needs whenever he demanded.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But right then she needed sex. She wished Binod was nearby to satisfy her as of now. Finding no one around, she slept on the bed with the baby still on her breast. She adjusted herself to a side lying position so that the baby didn't get disturbed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She completely removed the blouse from her body and started playing with her near empty left breast by her left hand. She rubbed the nipple with two of her fingers. As tiny drops of milk formed over the surface of her nipple, she grabbed her entire breast and led it to her tongue. Her tongue came out from the confines of her mouth to lick out the white droplets. She tasted her own milk and then her tongue painted the entire nipple and the surrounding dark areola with saliva. She applied pressure all over her breast and then gently pressed the skin surrounding the areola with the nipple pointing in the direction of her mouth. A stream of milk jumped to her mouth and she realized that it was sweet. Yes her Sahib had tasted her milk today. She had never tasted her own milk before and today she was mad about her own body because it was touched by Sahib.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The sucking of her breast at the other nipple was also adding to the excitement. She gradually danced her hand over her abdomen and moved under her petticoat. As the petticoat moved up, it gradually exposed her fair thighs. Her hands brushed her thighs while on way to finger her very sensitive clitoris. As her fingers touched her clitoris she realized that it was dry. She moved her finger inside her depth to make it wet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Once wet, her fingers re explored her cunt and found solace at the clitoris. She started rubbing her clit. An excitement ran down her body and she started moving her hip. She took the juices from her cunt and licked her fingers to taste it. She realized the juice had actual a lot of taste. She wondered as to when Sahib will taste her juices.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She then moved her fingers over the lips of her vagina and gradually increased her hip movements. But then it came to her mind that the baby was still sucking her breast and it might disturb her, so she slowed her hip movements. She had started to moan slowly at first and which gradually increased in intensity. She widened her vaginal lips with two of her fingers and then gently inserted her fingers into her depth- one at first and then followed by another. She closed her eyes wondering that someday Vivek's penis will take the place of her fingers. She began moving her fingers in and out of her vagina. Her mouth had opened in joy and she would occasionally bring her fingers to her mouth and taste her secretions. She would reinsert them in her cunt and reached closer to her orgasm.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She felt her womb contract and finally she met with a big orgasm. She closed her eyes and gradually relaxed herself. When she came back to her senses, she realized that her baby was still sucking at her breast. She moved her hand over the baby's forehead and hair and said:</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you know Sahib wants a share from your food? Are you ready to share?" And she smiled to herself.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When her baby finished feeding, she got up and wore her blouse. She had to prepare lunch. But she had made up her mind to have some hot sex with Binod the same night. Not because, she liked Binod but the touch of her Sahib had brought a new excitement in her life. She desperately wanted a penis do wonders inside her vagina. She waited for Binod to come home. She prepared herself to seduce him to get her share of orgasms from him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Binod did not come back before night. Soon after the baby emptied her one breast, she extracted milk from her other breast into a bowl. She was doing it to make Binod suck on her dry breasts. The breast was half empty when Binod came home. She had to seduce him in some manner. And as usual he was drunk.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Bring me my food, if you have any." He shouted at her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes dear," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And she served the rice, dal and the vegetable curry to him. As he sat to eat on the floor, Roshni sat in front of him. Her left leg was crossed on the floor while her right leg bent at the knee as her sole touched the ground. He mixed the rice and dal and took a handful into his mouth. Roshni realized that she had to take her chances to create any chance of love making.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She pulled the saree from over her right leg to gradually expose her right leg all while humming a sweet song. Her action gradually exposed her entire leg till her thigh. Binod looked up once and saw the fair thigh of his wife.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni moved her fingers over her thigh till she reached her cunt which was hidden from view by the saree. Binod stopped gulping the food and looked at her fingers nearing her cunt. Her vagina was all that attracted him and now she was nearly displaying her cunt to him. He finished his food in another two gulps and went to wash his hands. Roshni thought that her planned had failed. She got up and picked up the leftover food in the dish and went to the kitchen to keep them.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As she came to wipe the floor, Binod came from behind her and caught hold of her by her belly and took her to the cot. He laid her down and removed his lungi to reveal his manhood. It looked hard but Roshni was in no mood to receive his quivers so early.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Can I try something new?" she asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Binod stopped pulling her petticoat and looked at her puzzled. This was all she was waiting for. She got up and pushed him to the cot. She sat herself near his erection which was pointing to the ceiling. She opened her blouse buttons one by one and then threw it away from her chest. Her breasts hanging freely from her chest was not going to attract him and he felt a slight softness in his erection.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In frustration, he was ready to hit her face again. That was when Roshni started to squeeze the nipple of her half full breast over his erection. Tiny drops of milk obeyed gravity and fell on the tip of Binod's penis. Roshni squeezed her nipples further till more milk swamped his erection.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She now brought her mouth over his erection and took the whole thing into her mouth. She retracted his foreskin and moved her head a few times in the up and down direction till his penis was again hard in her mouth. The reappearance of his hardness cooled Binod somewhat as he watched her wife's actions. She brought her mouth out and again squeezed some milk on his tip. As it got wet, she again used her tongue to clean the tip.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Binod now seemed to enjoy her wife's actions. The spraying of milk and the sucking of his organ had made him really hard. He seemed to enjoy the site of her wife's breasts leaking milk and all the while he had felt that leaking breasts were only for babies.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni's sucking and licking action continued over his hard on until he reached his climax. Binod was moaning for the first time in his entire marital life.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Roshni don't leave it. Take it deep." He said as he gasped for breath.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni obeyed him and continued moving her mouth over his organ. The lubrication of her saliva and the milk did wonders on Binod. He did not reveal and exploded into the mouth of Roshni. She gulped down the entire load and then again licked her penis for any leftover. She smiled at him and said:</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Now that my breasts are empty, can you play with them?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There was a new life in their strained marriage. He got up and caught her shoulders and laid her on the cot. Roshni was just in her petticoat and was naked from above. Binod lied over her and began kissing her lips. He inserted his tongue into her mouth and felt the taste of his own cum. It was nauseating and he wondered how her wife sucked it down. But as his mouth touched her soft lips and tongue, it craved his body for more.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni responded by touching her tongue with his and they gladly exchanged their saliva. Binod's hands moved to her breasts. He hadn't felt them since the birth of their child and now each of the soft breasts came in the firm grasp of either of his hands. He started to fondle them with all vigor. His penis was again fully erect but he restrained himself for entering. He wanted to play with her breasts.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">With his left hand still fondling her right breast, he moved his mouth to the left breast and tried to put the entire softness into his mouth. But the C size did not allow it. He started to bite it with his lips in parts and now, it was Roshni's turn to make noises. She let a moan.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Aaahhh! Oohhh! Aaahhh!"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This excited Binod further and he applied all his strength on massaging her right breast. His lips moved to feel her left nipple. Her nipples had become hard. He licked them at first and then gently sucked on them. Roshni closed her eyes in sheer excitement. This was the breast which was emptied by her baby an hour ago and by the sucking she felt milk accumulating below the nipple.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She immediately moved Binod's head to the other breast by both of her hands. Binod followed her hands and started kissing her right breast before encircling his mouth on her turgid nipple. He licked the nipple and then began to suck it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rohini was careful not to allow his mouth on her left nipple and spoil all the fun. She covered her left breast by her palm and continued moaning in delight.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now, Binod's hand again moved to her left breast and found it covered by her left palm. He tried to remove her hand but on finding resistance from her, he increased his force on her to remove her hand. She finally gave way and Binod again brought his mouth over the left nipple. He licked it again and sucked it again. That was when Rohini felt the familiar sensation of rush of milk into his mouth. Her moans stopped and she was ready to take a slap on her face. She closed her eyes fearing the worst .</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The flow of milk into his mouth had taken Binod by surprise. He raised his face to look into the fear filled face of Rohini. He didn't want to stop the excitement that both were now a part of. And, he dipped his face again on the same nipple and continued sucking.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There was not much milk that had accumulated and it took him hardly three gulps to empty the breast again. With both his hands pressing her breasts, his mouth moved below to her abdomen and he went on kissing the skin of her abdomen till he met the fabric of her petticoat. He used his left hand to untie the knot of the cloth. Roshni raised her hips as Binod pulled it down to make her completely naked. Her nervousness had retransformed into orgasmic moans.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Binod recollected something. There was a bowl of white fluid kept in the kitchen. Since they did not order any cattle's milk (rather they did not have the money to buy it), that ought to be Roshni's milk. He enquired to her:</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Why did you extract your milk?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So that my breast would be empty and you could suck on them without complaining."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And you care so much about my needs." He said. "Is it still there?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Binod got up to the kitchen leaving his naked wife in the bed. Roshni wondered as to what was going in his head. Binod came back with the bowl. He widened her legs and sat himself on his knees in the space created. He took the bowl and slowly poured the fluid from her umbilicus to below with most of the amount drenching her pussy. Now he moved his tongue to her umbilicus and licked the spilled milk from her abdomen and gradually moved downwards. As his tongue reached her wetness, she let a loud scream of joy.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes Binod don't spare me. Fuck me with your tongue."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Binod started licking the milk from her pussy, superficially at first and then it started to explore her depth. As his tongue licked her genital lips and her vaginal walls, she experienced an orgasm and lied still for some moments. Binod continued working his tongue on her clit and had now cleaned all the milk from her genitalia. Roshni gathered strength to brush his hairs with her fingers.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now, Binod prepared himself for the final phase of their love making- entering her. He stood on the ground and pulled Roshni towards him by her hips. His penis was erect waiting to take shelter in his wife's wetness. He moved his hands to her buttocks and gradually moved her cunt in the direction of his hardness. He scooched his hardness into her cunt and she let a shriek.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Did it pain?" Binod asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, it was just out of excitement." She answered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shut your mouth. You will wake the neighbours."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And she smiled at her Husband's sense of humor.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Binod placed a pillow below her buttocks and started moving his penis in and out of her vagina. He didn't last long though. He fell on her as he sent jets of sperm into her womb. They both lied still in the same position as a log of wood. Finally, as his organ went flaccid he pulled it out of her and started watching her face. She looked like an angel and how come he had failed to notice it. He cursed himself for hitting her and gently caressed her face. He didn't have the guts to say sorry but promised to himself that he would say it soon. They spooned against each other and went to sleep. Roshni felt secured in his arms. She apologized to herself as to why she had never understood the needs of her husband.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They slept peacefully until in the middle of the night, the baby let a cry. Even before Roshni could wake up, Binod got up. He switched on the light and picked up the child to his shoulders. He carried her across the room singing a lullaby so that her wife slept peacefully and the baby would also sleep. But Roshni was awake by then. In the three months, since the baby's birth never had Binod got up and so he might not have known that it was her feeding time. She sat herself crossed her legs and smiled at him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Bring her here. She must be hungry."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How did you know?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As since the last three months, I have fed her at this time in the night." She answered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He was ashamed hearing it and didn't have the guts to catch her eye. He brought the baby to her lap and she guided the mouth to her nipple. The baby pressed her little jaws on her areola and moved her tongue against the nipple. Roshni gave a gentle press on her breast and the milk started to flow into the baby's mouth.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Naked till then, Binod wore his <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">lungi</em> and sat in the cot facing the mother and child.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I have wasted a lot of money on alcohol. But I had completely forgotten that there were some major responsibilities on my shoulders. I will stop taking alcohol. I am sorry." He said with a determined voice.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He moved closer to his family and kissed the forehead of the mother and then the child. Roshni closed her eyes. She felt a tear escape but she was smart enough not to display it.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni felt very weak. She hadn't slept for ages. She put her head on the lap of Binod with the baby still at her breast. Binod rubbed her shoulders and she fell asleep. Binod waited for the baby to finish feeding. Once the little one slept off, he gently took Roshni's head and put on the pillow. He got up and took the baby and placed her on the opposite side of the cot. He switched off the light and slept himself next to the nude body of his wife.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni woke up next day early in the morning. Her baby had woken up and playing beside her. She realized that she had slept naked the whole night, most importantly, in her husband's arms. But Binod was nowhere around. She played with the baby and talked to her. She kissed her on her forehead and chest and slowly rubbed her hair. And when she felt the 'let-down', she took the baby to her lap for the morning feed.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There were a lot of things to do. Things had taken a good turn after Sahib had touched her body. She had prepared herself for sex with him today but after the night events, she realized that her urge for Sahib had died down. She realized that the urge was probably due to the care Sahib had shown to her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now Sahib must be waiting for her to feel her body, she thought. And yes, she was thankful to him. But she was not ready to have sex with him. But then she had nothing else to gift him other than her body. May be she would breastfeed him again and jerk him off. She finally decided to let him have sex if he demanded and that will be a secret to Binod. She was in a fix.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She had finished feeding the baby. She got up from the bed and wore her daily attire and went to finish her morning chores leaving the baby in her bed. She asked the neighbours to have an eye on her room and went on to attend nature's call.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When she came back, Binod was lying next to their baby.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Where were you gone?" she asked him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"To buy vegetables from the market." He replied.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni went and sat on bed beside him. They had a lot of things to discuss. They had to read the book 'The secrets of a happy marriage' together and only a few pages were unscrambled the previous night.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Roshni, what had gone wrong in our relationship? I am ready to listen to your accusations. But please tell me what you feel?" Binod asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"May be, it all started when I refused to have sex with you during my late pregnancy. I was feeling uncomfortable with a big belly."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But you could have touched me with your soft hands. I felt very much deprived."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But you never said it to me." Roshni answered.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yes. I could have discussed it with you. We need to discuss with ourselves regarding our shortcomings." Binod continued. "And I took solace in alcohol and prostitutes."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Were you visiting the prostitutes?" Roshni asked.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Yes and I am sorry for that. Please forgive me." And he fell at her feet.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni got up and picked him up.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What are you doing?" Roshni put her head into his chest.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He embraced her. Roshni realized that she had to confess to him. She closed her eyes and started:</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Even I have to say something to you." She held him tightly fearing that he will push her away.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What is it?" Binod asked her without leaving his embrace.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And then, Roshni narrated everything that had happened since last morning and what dilemma she was in presently. All the while Binod gently stroked her back to signal that he was not angry. After she finished, Binod said:</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So what do you think will be good on your part?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I had decided to have sex with him if he asked for it. But since, I have disclosed it to you it is up to you to decide what will be correct."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But if he asks for sex every day."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"He is a good man. I saw a lot of respect in his eyes for me yesterday. I can make him understand."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I know it all started with me. So I won't stop you from having sex with him and that should be the perfect punishment for me. No husband will allow his wife to do this. But I don't want you to warm his bed every day."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay it will be a one day affair." Even as she said this she felt something uncomfortable. She felt her husband's hardness hitting her thigh.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She released the embrace and took her left hand to the bulge in his pants. She gripped the length in her hands and smiled at him:</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Now what to do with this?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You have two options, either take it in your mouth or come to the bed and I will do the rest."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And which one will be quicker do you think? I have lots of errands to attend. After finishing work in the other households, I have to go to the <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">anganwadi centre</em> as the baby has her vaccine day today."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Is it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Then finish the job with your mouth."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Selfish man, what about the wetness flooding my core?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Binod pushed her to the bed near the baby and climbed on top of her. The fabrics gave away in no time and the nude bodies brushed against each other. Binod looked into her eyes and said:</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Heard your milk is doing wonders, so can I taste it?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But you tasted it last night." Roshni said with a roguish smile.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But I was under the influence of alcohol then and I don't remember the taste." He answered. "Moreover I can't empty it completely or else, Sahib will get angry."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She hit his back gently and said:</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Stop teasing me. I am already in so much tension. Just relieve my tension, dear."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And, Binod put his mouth on her left nipple while kneading the right flesh lightly. Roshni widened her legs to make way for the organ reach her cunt. With a few sucks, Binod felt a warm fluid fill his mouth. It was delicious in taste and he didn't want to remove his mouth from the black button on her chest. He climbed a little on the bed and entered the reptile into her nest. She gave a moan and petted his back once the thing settled in her depth. Her hands moved to his buttocks and gently crushed the fat with her hands. Binod took it as a signal and started pounding the entire length in and out of her vagina.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">With her husband's mouth on her nipple and organ deep into her, Roshni released another supply of juice into her vagina. Her moans eventually got louder and fearing that the neighbors will come to their room, Binod removed his mouth from the source of milk and put it on her lips. She opened her mouth to give way to his tongue. The moans now died in his mouth. He started sucking on the tongue and the pressure building in his penis made him realize that he was not going to last long. He caught hold of her shoulders tightly and sprayed his juices deep into her. He relaxed for a few moments on top of her and then fell beside her panting for breath.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni touched his penis and got up realizing that it had gone soft. As she saw the semen flow out from her opening, she said:</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So expecting more heroics from this little one at night. Now shall I go?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Just enquire from the midwife sister at the sub centre."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If this unprotected sex will actually result in any pregnancy?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay, I will do. But if I get pregnant will you stop coming to me?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"For heaven's sake, I am really guilty about my past deeds." He changed the topic, "And ask her, how do I last long so that my wife gets more satisfied?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Having you beside me is more satisfying than anything else. But if you really want to last long, consult your doctor. I can't ask these questions to midwives."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay, I will now move to the construction site and when I come back in the evening we can go to the temple. We have to seek the blessings of God before we start our new life again. And, if Sahib does anything with you to satisfy his needs, don't say it to me."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Feeling a lot relaxed, Roshni dressed herself and went to the bathroom to clean herself. She put her fingers into her vagina and poured water into it to clean all the sticky love juices of Binod and her. Then, handing over her baby to her neighbor, she moved to finish the work of other households.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She reached Sahib's home at the last and found Sahib waiting for her at the door.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Roshni, you are late today." He exclaimed. "I have been waiting for you since the last thirty minutes."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni didn't felt the need to explain the cause of her being late. She said:</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sorry Sahib," she said.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Okay come in and finish your work."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sahib would you like to tea?"</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No first finish your other work and then 'we' will have tea."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The word 'we' didn't go down well with Roshni. Was that an invitation for sex?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She adjusted her saree so that it did not slip off her chest and went on to finish her work at the Sahib. From the corner of her eyes, she could make it that Sahib was observing her closely.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When she finally finished, Sahib said to her, "Now please make two cups of tea for both of us."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni's heart had started pounding heavily. And her conscience was fighting against the lust that was building in her body.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How to avoid Sahib? But my husband has given me permission for this." She thought.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She prepared tea and took it to Vivek who was sitting in the drawing room. She handed over the cup to him and he said:</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Bring your cup too."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni went to the kitchen to get her cup of tea and came back to the drawing room.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Sit here," Vivek ordered her.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He was asking her to sit in the sofa in front of him. She sat on the edge of the sofa. The battle between lust and conscience was fierce. Neither was ready to give up. She took a sip of her tea and her hands were trembling. Vijay spoke:</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Roshni, life has taken a U turn since last morning after you left."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Yes, that had happened to her also, she thought.</span></em></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"After feeling your body, I realized that you too were craving for more. The marks on your face had made me believe that you were being thrashed by your husband and were under some serious tension. And as we touched each other, I felt your tension getting relaxed. Yes, that's the wonder of sex. And, I realized it only yesterday. I am a businessman who used to stay away from his house day and night to earn money for my family. And, in return, my wife had to pay the price. She used to wait for me for whole night to get involved physically. But I was mad about making money. And, I didn't pay any heed to her physical needs.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She left me three months ago and never could I make it what was the reason. When you came to my house I had a secret eye on your body. May be, I was missing my wife. But never let that feeling cross my mind.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was only yesterday after feeling your softness that I realized that I was the culprit of my wife. After you left, I called her for the first time in three months. She shouted at me and cursed me. When she finally was quiet I apologized for my mistakes and like she was ready to forgive me. I plan to go to my in laws today to get her back. She has already called twice since morning as to when I am arriving and I will start for her house soon. Thank you for yesterday. And, I have brought new sarees and blouse for you from the market as a gift for you."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">So saying, Vivek got up from the sofa and moved to the other room. Roshni felt relaxed. Her conscience was slowly winning the bout. He came back with a pair of cotton bags and there were saree and blouse within it. He gave them to her and said:</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I have a small job for your husband at our office. If money is an issue, it will solve. Ask him to come and meet me. And that doesn't mean that you are fired from my house. Come tomorrow and do your duties as you do. And please don't disclose anything either to your husband or my wife."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She had finished her tea. She went to the kitchen with both the cups and washed them. She came back to the living room. Vivek was standing there. He caught hold of her hands and said:</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Promise me it will be our little secret."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni had already disclosed it to her husband. So she just nodded to him.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Now go home. May be, it is your child's feeding time. Go away quickly before my intentions go wild."</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Roshni left the house in a hurry with the packets. She now understood all the equations involved in human emotions. She realized how abstinence from sex had nearly broken two families.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.58; margin: 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Her husband will be a happy man, she thought. She rushed to her house as she had to take her baby for vaccines. And then, her husband had planned to take her to the temple in the evening and the night will reunite their bodies. A smile came to her face as she thought of the night with her husband. He had developed a liking for her milk and she realized that the breasts would remain in his mouth for a long time. She realized her blouse was getting wet as she reached her neighbor's house..</span></p>My Profilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16658497265410368836noreply@blogger.com0