Uma getting sexually satisfied by

Boss

My name is Uma and I am a 29yrs

old Married woman having a very
sexy figure of 38-32-36 and been
married for 4yrs. I make heads turn
wherever I go because of my big
mummay and butt which I am proud
to show off. I wanted to share my
experience with you all that
happened after 3yrs of my marriage
and changed my life forever, I was a
virgin till my marriage and my
husband was the first and the only
male to take my virginity or sleep
with me till this happened.
I realized that my husband’s interest
in me was going down and we were
not having sex like before which was
two – three times a day minimum.
Now the frequency was down to
probably once in one or two months.
So I confronted him and asked him if
he was having sex with someone
else or if he did not find me
attractive anymore and this was
making me to get into depression.
Having gotten so used to frequent
sex I was getting really desperate
and was constantly horny throughout
the day and night. So I discussed my
problem with my best friend and
colleague Pooja and she immediately
replied saying that this was no
problem at all. She said that if my
husband was not taking interest in
me and not satisfying my sexual
needs then I should explore the
option to have sex with someone
else who can satisfy me.
Then she also mentioned that our
boss - Raj had his eyes on me since I
joined this place and I should try to
see if he is the man who can take
care of my needs. I was quite
shocked with what she said and at
the same time my body was dying
for sex and my mind started racing
in all directions about how it might
actually be if I went ahead.

I then told her that I was did not like

the idea of sleeping with someone
other than my husband. That night I
was lying awake thinking about the
proposal by Pooja and I realized that
unknowingly my one hand was
playing with my left nipple and the
other was rubbing my choot. I was
dripping wet down there and had a
great orgasm in the next few mins
just thinking about the whole thing.
I decided that I will give it a try since
I could keep this as a secret to
myself. And since my husband was
not able to take care of my physical
needs, he did not deserve my
honesty to him anymore. Hence the
next day when I was getting ready to
go to work I dressed up all set to get
Raj’s attention with my saree tied
really low revealing my waist and a
very deep cut blouse which barely
concealed my bra and some very
fine piece of bridal underwear along
with some decent sized heels.
That day I walked into my office and
went straight to Raj’s cabin to greet
him and I could see that he was
speechless with his jaw hanging
open in awe. That day I made sure
my pallu was pinned up quite loose
enough to give a full view of my
mummay and that resulted in Raj
calling me to his cabin on some
pretext or the other every few
mins…
I made it a point to stand bent over
facing him so I could give him
enough chances to gaze right inside
my blouse. I did catch him staring
right inside my blouse but despite
the fact that I was noticing he kept
talking to me with his eyes glued to
my mummays. I also noticed what I
would call a BIG bulge in his trousers
which he managed to brush past
quite frequently against me on every
chance or occasion.
Then he called me into his cabin and
gave Pooja instructions that he did
not want to be disturbed for the next
1 hour. He held his cabin door open
for me for the first time and closed it
right after I walked in. he then asked
me to get comfortable on the sofa
this time, while he served me a soft
drink. He then came and sat right
next to me on the sofa, so close that
his body was in complete and direct
contact with mine from shoulder to
ankles.
Then he complimented me that I was
looking very beautiful today. Just to
play along I asked him if it was me
looking good today or me dressed up
like this that he was referring to.
Then he said he was referring to
both. He also suggested that I should
try some western clothes and that
would suit me better. During this
entire conversation his eyes were
glued to my mummays.
Then he then asked me to standup in
front of him and when I did he asked
me to slowly walk in circles so he
could get a good look at me. After I
did a few circles I asked him if he still
felt that I would look good in western
or something else. His answer was
that he was not very sure but could
only suggest after seeing me wear
something western.
I also caught him frequently
adjusting the big bulge in front of his
trousers which I now clearly saw was
much bigger than the usual and it
had to be a massive lund inside I
then sat next to him on the sofa in
the same position as before with full
side body contact. I then looked into
his eyes and proposed to him that
we go for shopping together and he
could personally select whatever he
would like me to wear.
The moment I said this, his face lit
up and he proposed that we should
go immediately since we had an
office party coming up the following
day. I asked him what about the work
and he said that can be taken care
off later…. Then we both came out of
the room and he told Pooja to cancel
all his meetings for the day since he
was going out on official work and
was also taking me along.
Pooja winked at me and gave me a
sly smile since she knew what was
going on. Then he took me in his car
to various shopping stores and
showed me some really sexy western
office outfits like short skirts,
trousers, tops with plunging
necklines, etc… I told him that due
to reservations at home by my
hubby etc.
I will never be able to wear even one
of these to the office and all this was
something I could not afford… then
he said that all this was something
he was giving me as a “gesture of
goodwill” and told me that the
problem with the dressing up can be
managed. He bought me about 40-
50 different aggressive outfits and
when we were done buying all these
he asked me if I had the right and
enough Lingerie to go with this.
I replied that I was today wearing the
best and the only piece I have. He
took me to the changing room and
asked me to show him what I meant.
I was quite surprised by his gesture
and simply refused since though I
was eager for it I did not want to
show my desperation. Then he
insisted that he wanted to get a
better view of what I have so he
could take care of the rest
accordingly.
He also said that he just wanted me
to show him how my mummay
looked in the current bra that I was
wearing. I quietly went with him to a
changing room and he too got in
with me and shut the door behind
him. Like the usual rooms this too
had barely enough space for you to
stretch your arms and surely not
enough to accommodate two people
together.
Now I was standing facing the mirror
with him right behind me and this
time I could feel his Lund pushing
right into my gaand thru my saree
and his trousers. His Lund felt really
big and I was getting really
desperate to see it and also feel it
inside my choot. Due to the limited
space in the room my back was
firmly pressed into his chest and he
was giving my gaand slow strokes
with his monstrous lund which was
feeling great and making me
hornier...
Now as if to remind me he asked me
to show him what I was referring to.
So I removed my pallu and let it drop
to the floor. I could see him digging
into my deep cleavage with his eyes
from both above my shoulder and
also from the mirror opposite. Then
seeing no initiative from my side he
reached out from below my armpits
and started unhooking my blouse.
I just closed my eyes in and rested
my head backwards on his shoulder.
Then I heard him asking me to open
my eyes to see what he was doing.
He unhooked my blouse and spread
it apart and then got busy hungrily
playing with my mummay from over
my bra with both his hands... I was
breathing heavily now and he was
cupping my mummay from behind
and giving them a good massage
while digging his lund deeper in my
gaand at the same time.
Then after 5 mins of this massage he
asked me why I did not consider
wearing better bras since I had such
a beautiful pair of mummay that
deserved to be showcased. I told him
that all these days I did not have
anyone who appreciated my assets
and he immediately responded
saying that now I had a full time fan
and he was going to make sure I got
what I deserved and he started
kissing my neck and behind my ears
while squeezing and massaging my
mummay.
Then he reached out behind my back
and unhooked my bra and took it off
completely. I asked him why did he
remove my bra and he very calmly
answered that he was not able to get
a good feel of the firmness of my
mummay thru the bra so he
removed it. I was standing covering
both my mummay with my hands
while he was as if trying to analyze
something in my bra.
Then he dropped the bra down in
front of me by purpose and asked
me to pick it up, when I bent over he
immediately lifted my saree from
behind to above my waist exposing
my panties covered gaand. I tried
getting up immediately but he held
me down saying he was still
checking my panties and actually
was running his palms all over my
gaand and between my legs right up
to my choot over my panties.
I did not want him to touch my choot
since I knew he will find me wet
because of my state of arousal and
figure out that I am very desperate
too. During all this he constantly
kept rubbing something solid over
my gaand and choot while pressing
his palm firmly on my choot from
behind.
He then said that I surely needed a
better set of panties too. He then
pressed his erection into my gand
from behind me and holding me firm
by my waist and asked me to
standup straight; when I did this I
realized that what felt like something
solid pressing my choot from behind
was actually his Lund.
He had while I was bent over, taken
out his monster and pushed it
between my legs rubbing my choot
over the fabric of my panties. This
was too much for me and I let out a
soft moan. Now he asked me to lift
up my saree from front so he could
get a good look at my panties from
the front as well. As if under his spell
I started lifting my saree and brought
it till my thighs.
Then he put his one hand from the
front under my saree and tried
feeling my choot from front. I was
too aroused by now to stop him.
Seeing no resistance from my side
he actually held me by my thighs
and pushed his erection deeper
between my legs and asked me to
join my thighs together tightly and to
raise my saree higher since he was
not able to see my panties from
front.
I raised them higher to my waist
revealing my panties and also the
big tip of his monstrous lund. I was
very fascinated by the size of his
massive manhood and was dying to
reach out and see how it feels. Then
he put his hand inside my panties
from front and started playing with
my clitoris. This was too much for me
and after 5mins of his action I had
my first orgasm right there.
Taking advantage of this opportunity
while I was recovering from my
orgasm he pulled his lund out from
between my legs and pulled my
panties down to my knees and now
started rubbing my choot from
behind directly with his monstrous
lund. I was now beginning to enjoy
this whole action and was no longer
able to contain my moans.
He then tried lifting me slightly to
insert his monster into my choot but
due to the space and height
constraints he was not able to…..he
then just continued playing with my
mummay from behind and while
rubbing my choot with his fingers
from front and also his monstrous
lund from behind. I told him we could
continue this some other time since
people might get suspicious seeing
us locked inside the same room for
such a long time.
Then I turned my head around and
he immediately sealed my lips with
his in what I call an orgasmic kiss…
then we got dressed and came out
and went on to shop for lingerie in
other stores. We went to some good
stores and while we were selecting
the brassiere etc… the lady at the
counter asked him what size he was
looking for and then he turned to me
asking me what my size was….
I told him my mummay was 38DD
and my gaand was 36 to which he
said that my mummay were the
biggest he had ever come across…
the lady at the counter asked him for
what occasion did we want to buy
and he said it was all for special
occasions like honeymoon, evening
party wear, etc…
I was still reeling under the effects of
the previous encounter when he
picked up a front opening satin bra
and a crotch less panty that he had
selected and gave it to me asking
me to go to the trial room and try it
on….he also said that he just wanted
to be sure it fits perfectly…. So I
walked towards the trial room with
him following me.
This time when I went in the
changing room (which was double
the size of the previous one with full
length mirrors on all sides) I was sure
the previous episode will continue
and this time I eagerly wanted his
massive lund inside my choot. The
moment Raj entered the room
behind me and closed the door I
turned around and we were both
locked in a tight embrace and French
kissing for a few minutes.
During this he removed all my
clothes and I removed his trousers to
free his monster lund. Raj took my
hand and placed it over his lund and
asked me to suck him off. I told him
that I have never done this before
and was not comfortable doing it.
Then he asked me to just stroke his
lund with my hands… I was already
fascinated by the size of it and
needed both my palms to grab it all
around.
After the previous rubbing this
monster gave my choot I wanted to
have him inside me but was not sure
of the pain I will have to endure
taking it in. Raj then dressed me up
in the new bra and panty while I was
stroking his lund and looked at
myself in the mirror to find this one
was surely a killer…. It gave my
mummay the right exposure and
positioning and just covered my
nipples.
He complimented me saying I had
the best pair of mummays he had
ever come across and the new bra
made them look even more
magnificent. Then he suddenly came
forward and unhooked the bra from
the front and both my mummays
were free and exposed. Then he
reached out and cupped both my
mummay with his palms and started
giving me light massage and
squeezes…
I now wished that this moment would
never come to an end…this went on
for over 10mins… My breathing was
very deep and fast and I am sure he
noticed it. The massages and
squeezes were getting harder now
and I was really enjoying it… the
thought that we were in the trial
room and might get caught did not
matter to me anymore…
Then he started kissing and sucking
my nipples and kept alternating
between kissing my lips and my
nipples. This was too much for me to
bear and I was now stroking his lund
really fast now. I tried positioning his
lund at the entrance of my choot
from the front and held on to his
neck with both my hands for support
and gave him a good long kiss
signaling him to go for it.
He immediately lifted one of my
thighs with his hand and held it high
to reveal my moist, glistening and
waiting choot and started to slowly
push his lund inside my choot.
It was extremely painful and he
could see tears rolling down my eyes
and he immediately sealed my lips
again with another kiss and pulled
his lund out of my choot. He told me
that my choot was as tight as that of
a virgin to which I replied that my
choot was used to being occasionally
serviced by a lund less than half his
size in length and girth, hence it
would take some additional time and
effort if he wanted to make it
enjoyable.
Then he knelt in between my legs
with his face inches away from my
choot and lifted my left leg and
placed it on his shoulder. Now he
started rubbing my choot with his
nose and also licking it with his
tongue. This was the first time I had
someone play with my choot for
something other than fucking it and I
really loved it.
I asked him to continue what he was
doing since I was on the edge of my
orgasm. He continued for another
few minutes and I had a very thrilling
orgasm. I however felt sorry that he
did not get the complete pleasure of
being able to fuck me nor had his
release, so I knelt in front of him and
held his lund with both my hands
and with great reluctance kissed the
tip of his lund with my lips.
I looked up and saw him smiling and
he was very happy at my gesture.
Sensing my complete lack of
experience in sucking a lund he
guided me by first asking me to first
lubricate my mouth and lips with my
saliva and hold them open wide. I did
as I was told and he then slowly
inserted just one inch of his lund
inside my mouth.
He then asked me to suck on it like a
lollypop while stroking it with my
hands. He was oozing precum at the
same time and I really liked the taste
of it. Now all my reservations etc…
were gone and I started sucking him
trying to take more of him inside
with every stroke. He also told me
that I was a quick learner and was
doing a fantastic job.
Then he asked me to lick the entire
length of his lund from base to tip. I
did so for a few more minutes.
Within 10mins that I had been
sucking him off I was able to take
him completely inside touching my
lips to his base… then he told me
that he wanted to fuck my
mummays. I was very thrilled with
the idea since I never thought about
something like this.
Then he asked me to kneel in front of
him holding my mummays around
his Lund with some of my saliva to
keep the lubrication. He fucked my
mummays for 15mins and told me
that he was going to ejaculate. Since
I had just tasted his precum and
found it so tasty I wanted to taste his
seed now. I told him I wanted him to
ejaculate in my mouth.
I again started sucking him deep.
After about 10mins of sucking him he
groaned and held my head firm with
his lund deep inside my mouth
shooting his seed in my mouth in
spurts with every stroke. For the next
few seconds he kept flooding my
mouth with his seed stroke after
stroke.
I really liked the taste and quantity
and swallowed as fast as I could and
was also trying to imagine how this
will feel when he shoots his seed
inside my choot. After I sucked him
dry He then dressed up and left
giving me a kiss saying that I had
just given him the best blowjob he
had ever had and asked me to dress
up with the new lingerie and meet
him at the sales counter so we could
finish the selection soon…
When I reached the sales counter I
saw that he had lined up a selection
of over 50 varieties of exotic lingerie
ranging from party wear to bridal
wear and asked me if there were any
that I did not like… I told him that I
had never before tried any of them
and I would trust his selection and
taste which was very good so he
asked the sales girl to pack all of
them including the one I was already
wearing...
I did not say anything since it was
not me who was paying for it
anyways. Then we got into the car
and he asked his driver to take us to
some beauty parlor. He said that I
had a very beautiful figure and those
western dresses he bought for me
would do justice only when my skin
was glowing and without any hair.
During the entire time I was with him
in the car he kept playing with my
mummays and kept kissing me. I
also kept rubbing his lund over his
trousers. When we got to the parlor
he told the lady attendant that she
had to get me ready as if for my
marriage and honeymoon and to do
everything including removal of all
the hair from my body…
he stressed all hair and when the
attendant asked him by whispering
something in his ear and he nodded
yes… I did not know what she asked
and what he said yes to but I just
went along. The lady told him that
everything will take about 2hrs since
all her attendants were free and to
come back later…. In the parlor I was
stripped down to wearing nothing
and I had 5 girls working on various
parts of my body.
When the hair removal thing came
they removed hair from my armpits
and also from my choot area. When I
asked them why that one the lead
girl said that is also what he had
specially insisted and makes the
choot look very beautiful also hinting
at my crotch less panties that I had
just taken off.
I knew that I would be in bed with
him very soon and so far he had
been taking very good care of me. I
already had very fair color skin and
this beauty parlor job had made my
skin glow every more bright. Then I
dressed up again in my sari and
stepped into the reception where he
was eagerly waiting. He said he was
just out of words to describe how
beautiful I was looking.
He quickly settled the bill and we
headed to his place. He then picked
up a very sexy secretary office outfit
along with some exotic lingerie from
what we had bought today and
asked me to change into it
immediately. I told him that I had
never tried something like this
before and was feeling very shy to
wear it in public. He said this time it
is only the two of us and regarding
the public we will see later.
He also said it will showcase my
figure and all my curves and I would
look very hot and sexy in it. Then I
asked him where I could change and
he proposed I use his bedroom. I
went there and locked the door
behind me and started removing my
sari first and folding it neatly since I
will need it again on the way home.
I saw around his bedroom and he
had a very spacious one with a
dresser right opposite to the
entrance door. He had a king size
bed at one end and all luxuries one
can ever think of. I quickly undressed
completely and stood in front of the
mirror to take a look at myself. My
entire body was glowing and then I
lifted and placed my right leg on the
dresser so I could take a closer look
at my choot.
I was clear and void of any hair and
was surely looking very nice. I ran
my fingers along my slit and could
feel the wetness caused by various
things that happened during the day
and also the thought that I was going
to get fucked very soon by someone
other than my hubby. I then started
putting on the new outfit he had
bought for me and started with the
milk white stockings which reached
up to my half my thighs.
Then I put on the garter belt and the
white panties which I realized were
again of the crotch less type so I
could get a lund in my choot without
having to remove them. Then I put
on the bra which was a white satin
one similar to the one which I tried
earlier. Then I picked up the white
top which was quite a deep neck one
and put it on.
I intentionally left the top three
buttons open and spread the top
wide from the collar so that I could
expose my entire cleavage except
my bra. Then I put on the black
pleated skirt which was enough to
cover my thighs till just above the
knees. And if I bent over touching
my toes with my hands then
someone was going to have a great
show of my choot and gaand.
Now when I looked at myself in the
mirror I was surely looking very sexy
and hot. I would surely get noticed
and get a lot of attention. I stepped
out of his bedroom and went to his
living room where he was seated.
When he saw me his eyes literally
popped out and he jumped out of his
seat. He could not stop showering
me with praises that I looked like a
princess or better than most
Hollywood / Bollywood actresses
etc…
then he came close to me and gave
me a tight hug while his hands felt
up my entire body from head to my
thighs. I just stood still with my eyes
closed. After 5mins he broke the hug
and kissed me on both my cheeks
and then my forehead. Then he
kissed my neck and earlobes. Due to
all this body contact I was getting
quite aroused and my breathing
again became heavy and fast.
Then he gave me a kiss on my lips
which went on for another 5 minutes
and left us both breathless. During
this kiss he gave some light
squeezes to my mummay and also
reached up under my skirt from
behind and squeezed my butt hard. I
had both my hands around his back
and in his hair… seeing me
responding nicely to his advances he
picked me up and sat down on the
sofa with me in his lap.
He then asked me to open my eyes
and to talk to him… he asked me if I
had any objection to the new dress
code and I told him I didn’t except
my family. Then he said he would
have everything arranged in a
wardrobe in his cabin and I could
come dressed up as usual and
change there in his cabin.
I looked down in shame and he
asked me what the matter was, I
asked him how I could change in his
cabin if he was there and he gave
me another long kiss on my lips with
one of his hands giving my mummay
a hard massage. Then after the kiss
he said how that would matter and if
the situation was ripe then he would
love to dress me up himself. I
blushed at his comment and told him
to stop being naughty.
Then he picked up two glasses of
champagne from the table next to
the sofa and gave one to me. I told
him that I was not into drinking and
he insisted that I should try it since
hence forth I will be doing a lot of
drinking and partying with him. Then
we clanked our glasses saying
cheers to my new beginning my new
life.
Though this was my first time I did
like the taste of the drink and asked
him to pour me one more. Since I
was sitting in his lap and my top
three buttons were open my entire
cleavage was on offer to his eyes
and his mouth was a few inches
away from it. I saw him looking down
hungrily and then I asked him if he
liked what he saw, his answer was
yes the best he had seen so far.
I asked him if he wanted to see more
and he said that the memory from
the trial room was still fresh in his
mind and he was dying to. I just
raised my chest and brought it closer
to his mouth and he dived right into
my cleavage and went mad kissing
and licking my mummay. He then
immediately unbuttoned my top
completely and spread it apart and
started inserting his tongue as deep
as possible into my cleavage.
He also gave me some great kisses
on the exposed part of my chest.
Then he reached out and unbuttoned
my bra from front and I helped him
take it off completely along with my
top. So here I was sitting in his lap
completely topless with a skirt. He
was taking care of my mummay like
an expert but I was finding the
position a little uncomfortable.
So I straddled his lap with one thigh
on each side of his lap and sat on his
lap with my mummay now in the
perfect alignment with his mouth. He
went mad sucking my nipples and
kissing my mummay for over 15mins
and I too had an orgasm during this
time. He constantly kept saying that
I had the most beautiful figure he
had come across and he would like
to have me for the rest of his life.
Then I reached out to his shirt and
unbuttoned it and removed it. What I
saw was a very hairy chest but with
the built of a body builder. I reached
out to the bulge in his trousers and I
unhooked his belt and also removed
his underwear and trousers
completely. He asked me to stroke
his tool with my hands and to take it
in my mouth and suck it.
I told him that I had never done oral
sex before and will take time to get
there. He did not insist and picked
me up and made me lay down on the
sofa… then he lifted my skirt and I
spread my thighs as wide as I could
go since I was expecting him to enter
me with his magnificent manhood
but instead I felt his fingers rubbing
my choot.
And within a few minutes he pushed
two fingers into my choot. I shrieked
since my hubby had never done
anything like this to me before. He
calmed me down by giving me
another kiss on my lips with his
fingers still in my choot. Then he
again went down and this time
started licking my choot with his
fingers probing deep inside. He told
me that my choot tasted very sweet.
I cannot describe how heavenly it
felt and I had another orgasm there.
Then he got up and asked me if I was
ready for the final assault? I told him
I was dying for it and for the first
time in my life I have been treated to
so much fun. I also told him that I
had never had something of his
proportions before so to do it slowly
to make it less painful…
he then climbed on top of me
grabbing both my mummay with his
hands and bringing his lips closer to
mine for another kiss… I was lying
below him with my legs still spread
wide and reached out to his monster
with my hands and gave him some
short strokes and felt his precum.
Then I positioned his tool at my
entrance and raised my abdomen
slightly and the head of his tool just
entered my choot.
I was feeling on top of this world at
this moment and want this to last.
He then locked my lips in a nice kiss
and also massaging my mummay
very hard and now started slowly
pushing his tool into me. I felt very
little pain because he was doing it so
slowly and was going in and out from
the start and with every stroke he
would enter slightly further.
I was really enjoying these slow
strokes that he was giving me since I
was experiencing more pleasure
than pain. Within a few minutes he
broke the kiss and I could feel his
lund completely inside me. He told
me that I was tight as a virgin even
now and today he had realized his
dream of fucking me since the time
he had recruited me 3yrs back.
While talking to me he started giving
me very slow and long strokes with
countless kisses. I also told him that I
had no idea that sex could be so
enjoyable since when my hubby
fucked me it lasted not more than 5-
7 minutes. With his tool inside me he
picked me up and sat upright on the
sofa.
We then picked up our champagne
glasses and had another toast to our
first unforgettable lovemaking
session. He then asked me to rock
my bottom slightly giving him to and
fro motions in this position. I really
felt so good and also felt grateful to
Pooja to have given me this idea.
While I was rocking my bottom he
was busy sucking my mummay and
also giving me countless kisses all
over my body.
He then told me that the reason he
selected this particular outfit for me
was so that having sex in his office
should not be too much of a
problem. I told him that he had got
me addicted to his lovemaking and I
was willing to have him fuck me
round the clock…. Now he stood up
while still inside me and holding me
in the air and started giving me
some hard strokes from below.
This was too much for me to handle
and I had another orgasm building
up. I was really surprised to see how
long we had been making love and
he had still not had his release while
my hubby would not last more than
10 strokes give and take 2. After
fucking me in the air for 10 minutes
he asked me if I wanted to try
another position.
I willingly told him I was all his and
would do anything for him…then he
lowered me and asked me to stand
with my legs slightly spread apart
and bend over and hold on to the
sofa headrest for support. He later
told me this was very similar to the
doggy style and he entered my choot
from behind.
This position was even better than
all the previous ones since he was
able to penetrate me much deeper
this time. I was on cloud nine and he
suddenly picked up speed and his
thrusts from behind became very
powerful and fast. After 15mins he
then told me that he was going to
ejaculate and how did I want it. I told
him to ejaculate inside me since I
wanted some memory of our first
session.
He asked me if I was on birth control
or safe periods and I told him at this
moment it did not matter.… He
started rocking me harder and let
out a groan and started shooting his
seed inside me. He went on stroking
me for the next few minutes empting
his load. He was still quite stiff inside
me and we both lay on the sofa with
him lying over my back.
We were really exhausted by this
time since for the first time in my life
I had a love making session lasting
over 2hrs. We then looked at the
time and it was just past lunch. He
was still inside me and I could feel
him beginning to get hard again. I
asked him if he wanted to go for one
more session and he simply started
giving me slow strokes from behind.
He started kissing me all over my
back and proposed we try some
more positions. Then he got off me
and we both sat down on the sofa in
each others arms. He poured another
round of drinks and this time we
sipped it from each others glasses.
He also poured some on my
mummay and licked it off from there.
I too held his tool with my palms and
gave him slow strokes.
He then asked me if I ever had it in
the gaand and I told him never and
could not even think about it. He
said it would be very wonderful and
insisted I try it. He went over to his
room and got some Vaseline. Then
he made me lay down across his lap
with my butt facing him.
He slowly spread my gaand cheeks a
little and inserted the Vaseline tube
inside and squeezed it all the way in
and then took it out and now started
inserting his fingers one by one. It
was slightly painful when he inserted
his two fingers but that didn’t last
long and I got used to taking three
fingers in and out.
He asked me how I felt and I told him
it was feeling very good now and I
couldn’t wait to get his tool to
replace his fingers... he then made
me kneel down on the sofa (which he
told me later is called doggy style)
and slowly started inserting his tool
in my gaand from behind. It did not
take him much time to get inside me
completely because of the
lubrication provided by the Vaseline.
He started pumping me very hard
and fast and went on non stop for
over 30mins. I was really exhausted
by now and had one more orgasms
during this time. He then told me
that he wanted to fuck me on his
own bed where he had fucked his
wife all these years. We got off the
sofa and went over to the bedroom
with his hands all the while playing
with my mummay from behind.
He laid me missionary style on the
bed and got on top of me and
inserted his tool in my choot. This
time he went non stop like a
machine fucking me with powerful
strokes for another 20mins. Then he
suddenly stiffened and groaned at
the same time and I felt him
ejaculating and flooding my choot
with his seed.
Wife cheating on husband for first
time

My husband and I are loving couple;

people often said that we are made
for each other. Some also said that
our marriage is indeed one that was
made in heaven. Ours is also a love
marriage; we were in relationship
since we were in school and we
remain in relationship for ten years
till we finally enter into wedlock.
No doubt during those ten unstable
time; our relationship experiences its
own ups and down and we breakup
many times especially when I move
to another city to pursue my studies.
But overall we have a stable
relationship since we first fell in love
with each other.
After our marriage too, we have a
happy marriage live with occasional
misunderstanding that every family
is experiencing. My husband
weakness is that he is a short
tempered man and he gets angry
even at a slightest provocation, this
is the only problem that I had with
him.
I have nothing to complaint about
our sex life too; we have a good sex
life since we start having sex when
we were both teenagers. I think we
first have sex when I was just sixteen
and my husband was seventeen then
and since we first had sex; we made
love at every available opportunity.
I have a very satisfactorily sex life
because my husband had introduced
me to all kind of sex since when we
were young. He sucked my breast
when we first made love and when
my nipples were just tinny flesh on
my two breasts which he obviously
loved to suck and tease.
We made love everywhere, in his
bed room, my bed room when there
was nobody at home, we had sex in
the car and we even had several
outdoor sex too when we were
young. Whenever we have the house
just the two of us, my husband would
introduce me to new sex technique.
He was more adventurous than me,
he first licked my clitoris and eats my
pussy and later encouraged me to
suck his cock and we later start
sucking each other. Occasionally we
even had 69 which my husband
seems to enjoy it very much.

When we get married too we have a

blissful sex life, I can’t remember
how many times we made love on
our wedding night but the only thing
I remember is that the bed sheet
was stained from our love juice the
next morning. I think we hardly slept
on our wedding night.
On one occasion when we were
married, my husband was so madly
in love when we had sex that he bit
my neck and I had to cover the bite
marks on my neck till it cure. I have
nothing to complaint about my
husband, he is not only a loving
husband but he is also a loving and a
responsible father. He took care of
our kids and was very responsible for
their education.
In fact I don’t have to do anything for
their education, he did everything for
them and my duty was just to
prepare food for them. Even after
more than 20 years of marriage our
sex life was good though not as
often, I remember the last two three
times that we made love, whenever
my cunt get extremely wet, he would
enjoy it every much.
Because I use to come several times
when we made love, my wet cunt
would be so loose for his penis that
he use to whisper in my ears that he
wish he can give me a bigger cock. I
think the sex talk was just to make
me feel hornier and want to have
more sex. But the truth is whenever I
come, his cock really feel tiny inside
my wet pussy.
I also remember he use to say that
he don’t mine me having sex with
another man but I don’t really know
whether he really meant it or if it
was just sex talk but I remember he
mentioned it several times. He even
said that he wish he can make that a
birthday gift or a wedding
anniversary gift for me.
I took that as a joke and more
importantly I am not interested in
having sex with anybody. I use to tell
him that I don’t want to have sex
with anybody but him; I use to tell
him that I want to keep myself just
for him. But I don’t know if I was
telling him the truth, would I like to
have sex with another guy? I don’t
know. Lately, I have these strange
experiences in my life that I can’t
explain.
After 21 years of a happy married life
with my husband there is this young
man who keeps following me like a
shadow. He was always there in the
tea stall where I use to take tea with
my colleague. I do not notice this
man till one day when he
approached me as if he wants to ask
some help from me.
One day I was alone and he
approached me with a book in his
hand so that the people in the stall
will not suspect. He start talking to
me in a low voice and asked me for
my mobile number, when I said no I
cannot give him my number he write
his number on a sheet of paper and
gave it to me.
I was surprise by the incident but
anyway I went along with my job and
was not sure whether the young man
will really call me or not. Anyway I
just keep the number because I don’t
want to just throw it less other
people in the shop will suspect me.
At home in the evening I was busy
with my cooking and after we had
our dinner my husband as usual
when up to the bedroom to sleep
while I was still busy with household
job and also evaluating the answer
scripts of the students. I stayed late
that night to complete evaluating
one class paper. Then in the middle
of the night my mobile rang and I
realize it was an unknown number.
Then I remember the young man in
the tea shop and took the sheet of
paper from my bag and compare the
number, it was indeed the young
man. Initially I did not take the call,
but the young man keep calling till at
last I took the phone and answer in a
very low voice hello.
The young man from the other end
also said hello and immediately
remind me that he was the man I
met in tea shop, I told him yes I
realize that and asked him why did
he call me? What did he want from
me? He first started by saying that
he had been following me for many
months now, he said that I did not
realized it but he was there
whenever I went to have tea in the
stall.
I think for some time and realized
that this young man seems to
following me every day when I
visited the shop. He said that he
know what time I normally go to the
tea shop and he will always be there,
and the moment I enter the shop he
will also enter the shop just to get a
quick glance of me. I asked him who
give you my number he replied by
saying that he got it from a friend.
He then said that he want us to meet
and I out rightly rejected and told
him that I hardly know him and hung
up the phone. The next day when I
went to take tea again with my
colleague in the shop, the young
man was there again and now he is
more courageous and nodded his
head knowing that I noticed him.
He seems to be in his late twenties
so he must be older than my son a
little bit taller than my husband but
he has a well build body. In the
evening he called me again and
asked if we can meet, but I rejected
his suggestion again and again every
time he called me.
Meanwhile, I told my husband that I
have stay late in the night to
complete the evaluation of the
answer script so he always sleep
much before I did; without
suspecting anything. The young man
keep calling me every night and ask
if we can meet and this continues for
week together till one day I said ok
and asked him how he planned the
meeting.
He said I have a car and I can wait
for you anywhere, I think for
sometime then come up with the
idea. I thought to myself that I will
tell my friends that I will go visit my
aunt who lives nearby and have tea
with her and told the young man to
wait for me down my aunt’s house
so nobody will suspect.
I got in his car and I suggested that
we go to a secluded place in the
outskirt of the town but not far. On
reaching the place he asked me if I
would like to take a walk, I said no I
don’t want to take the risk of people
to seeing us together; and said that I
would like to stay inside the car. We
remain silent for sometime then he
started by asking me about the
school.
He then said that he is madly in love
with me since the first time he saw
me, he dreams about me every night
and every day. When I told him that I
am a married woman, he
immediately said you must have
heart the saying that love is blind to
which I have no answer. He
continues to say that I love you so
much and I don’t see anything
beyond that, I don’t mind whoever
you are?
You may be married and have many
kids, I don’t care I only know that I
am madly in love with you. He then
move his hand from the steering of
the car and place it on my forehead,
he softly and gently move his fingers
from the forehead to my cheek and
then rub my lips with his thumb.
I then asked him why he chose me a
married woman when there are
hundreds of young girl who would
like to date him. I told him that I am
44 years old and asked him how old
is he, and he replied 28. I then
continue why did he fell in love with
me a married woman with grown up
kids?
He said ‘I live with just my mother
and my grandmother throughout my
life and may be that is why I like
older women and you are the most
beautiful of them all’ he said. Then I
look at my watch I said I have to go
back to school I have a class in few
minutes time. He then starts his car
and took me again to the place and I
rushed back to school.
I have this strange feeling about this
young man, I know it is not love but
why did I have this strange feeling?
May be it is pity, I feel pity for him
and his face and personality tells me
that he is someone who does not
receive the care and affection he
need when he was a kid. I know it is
not love, maybe it is more of
infatuation than love.
At home that night when my
husband move towards me in bed
and started stroking my breast to
signal for making love. I said no
darling, not now I am not feeling
well. From the night the young man
first call me I always stayed late at
night on the pretext of correcting the
students answer script and refuse
making love to my husband in the
excuse of my not feeling well.
One day I will say that I had a
headache, the next day it will be
pain in the abdomen and so on and
so forth. From the phone calls I came
to know the young man’s name is
Peter. Every day he would visit the
tea stall at exactly the same time
and he now know that on Thursday I
have few off class after lunch time.
So on the Wednesday evening when
he called he said that he want us to
meet again the next day that is the
Thursday. I have not even said yes,
when he said we will meet as usual I
will wait for you in my car in the
same place. The next day when I get
into the car, I asked him where we
are going now.
He said I will take you to my home, I
said but... he then said there is
nobody in the house, my mother is
working. Then I said maybe your
neighbours will see us, to which he
replied no, don’t worry. He then
drove me to their home which is only
about five minutes drive from the
school.
It was a beautiful house with a big
garden and surrounded by a high
fence the neighbor cannot really see
the house. He parked the car in the
garage and then took my hand and
let me into the house. He asked me
to sit in the couch while he went to
make tea. While he was waiting for
the tea to boil; he came and sit next
to me on the couch.
He started stroking my hair and
moves his lips close to my cheek and
while saying I love you, he kissed me
on my cheek. He then put his lips on
my lips and tried to kiss me but I
shut my lips not allowing his tongue
to enter my mouth. He kiss my lips
softly anyway and move down to my
neck and then move back to my
cheek and lips.
He did this to me while I remain
static like a statue and strangely, I
did not stop him but instead allow
him to do whatever he like with me,
maybe the sense that I am a married
woman make me behave strangely.
While he kisses my lips and my
cheek, his right hands started to
move from under my top over my
bra to my breast and he started
fondling one of my breasts.
I allow him to caress my boobs and
while he kiss me he move one of his
hand to stroke my ass and then his
another hand left my boobs and
caress my entire back. He was fast
getting excited and started to
remove my dress when I stopped
him and gently took his hand and
move it away reminding him that I
have to go back to school. I told him
I don’t want to look awful in front of
my student.
He said sorry and went to the
kitchen to prepare the tea. We had
tea and I put lipstick again on my lips
and then he dropped me as usual at
the same place. Although he does
not have a jolly look or a smiling face
yet he seems to be very
understanding and polite.
I imagine if I did the same thing to
my husband, he will be in rage and
may be not talk to me for weeks, but
Peter didn’t complaint and if he was
angry he did not show it. One day
when the school was on holiday and
my husband had visit the city for
some work, I thought this will be a
good opportunity for us. When Peter
calls me that evening I told him of
the plan for the next day.
I told him that my kids will not be a
problem as long I reached home
before they return at 4 in the
evening. But the problem is with our
domestic helper, I will have to think
of some way to fool her. Luckily the
next day is also my shopping day, so
I planned to tell our domestic helper
that I will do some shopping and
after shopping I will have to go to
school and then visit one of my
colleagues.
Then I think of the place that Peter
would come pick me up, I suggested
he wait for me at zone B; a busy
parking lot in the market and I will
come to his car. I normally take bath
in the evening and that evening I
decided to put on my sexy lacy
panty. My husband use to say that
whenever I put on my sexy panty, it
is a signal that I’m horny.
My husband like touching my ass
and he can feel the kind of panty I
wear, he was happy that evening
hoping that finally after weeks of sex
starvation he would be able to have
sex with me. But as usual I stayed up
late and by the time I got into the
bed he is already fast asleep.
When in the morning he complaint
that I did not wake him up to make
love, I said I am sorry darling I don’t
want to disturb you in your sleep.
Unconsciously I already decided that
the sexy panty is not for my loving
husband but for my boy friend. The
next day, Peter was already in the
parking lot and head straight to his
car and he too move fast to the road
so that nobody can see us.
Once inside the car I noticed that he
looks fresh and wear a sexy after
shave. He wears a tight fitting jeans
and a tight t-shirt which show much
of his body. I on the other hand just
wore a loose skirt around my waist
and wore nothing else under it
except my panty, I also wear a lose
top which was covered by a shawl.
My husband say that he likes it very
much when I wear the skirt because
it shows off my round and tight ass.
Without saying a word to each other,
we rush from the car to the door of
his house and as soon as we were in
the house Peter kiss me like crazy,
while we kiss and stroke each other
he dragged me to his bedroom this is
the first time that he took me to his
room.
While inside the room we continue to
kiss each other and while I take off
his t-shirt and he removed my
blouse. Once his shirt was off, I can’t
help but admire his athletic body. His
body was full of muscles with all the
six abs and it was so beautiful and I
caress them like crazy.
After he pulled my top, he removed
my skirt till my body was covered
with just the two piece dress, my bra
and my lace panty. Peter watch in
disbelief when he saw my petite
body, he said your body is much
beautiful than even that of a young
girl darling. He caressed my ass and
said oh my darling you have a
perfect body and I’m glad these
beautiful ass are mine.
Although I am a mother, I am lucky
that I still have a perfect body, with
no sign of motherhood except for the
big nipples on my tits. We start
kissing and embracing each other
again, he is taller than my husband
so he had to bend to kiss me. I then
move my hands from his ass to his
front and started to unfasten his belt
and then pull down his jeans.
Meanwhile Peter too unhooked my
bra and removed it from my body,
when he saw my breast he fondle
them and tease my nipples and
slowly removed my panty with the
other hand. The fire was burning
inside the two of us, I was on cloud
9, I forgot that I am a married
woman as I move my hands towards
his crotch and start stroking his
already erect cock.
I then pulled his underpants down
and stroke his hard ass. I took
control and push him towards the
bed and start licking his breast and
play with his small nipples. He lay
flat with his back on the bed while I
work on his body, after the breast I
went down to kiss his stomach, his
navel and finally his crotch. I first
kissed his groin then I took his hard
penis.
Peter was feeling the heat of my
warm mouth and my tongue playing
on his cock, he can’t hold it no more,
he did not let me suck his cock but
get up and forcefully make me lie on
the bed and put his penis on my cunt
and start fucking me. He fucked me
for few second and then said to me
darling I don’t have any condoms, I
told him not to worry because I am
sterilized.
He then pumped his penis few more
times on my cunt and discharged his
seeds on my barren cunt. I can see
that he lack experience, though
Peter is a little bit shy; he admitted
that this is the first time that he had
sex with any woman.
He lay exhausted on the bed with his
head on my shoulder while I stroke
his head and caress his body, I then
get up of the bed and told him that I
am going to get him some drink from
the kitchen. He watched me while I
walk naked to the kitchen and I went
straight to the fridge. While walking
to the kitchen; I can feel his cum
juice oozing out of my cunt into my
legs, and I let it flow down to my
legs.
I returned to the bedroom with a
bottle of cold drinks and two glasses,
while walking towards the bed
naked, I can see his rowing eyes
were watching me. I pour the drink
and gave him a glass and hold
another for me, I got into the bed
and lie next to him with my head
resting on his naked shoulder. He
took my left hand and holds it tight
while we both slowly drink our cold
drinks.
One thing I like about Peter is that he
is a man of few words and he has a
dark complexion but just sexy dark. I
like everything about him, he has an
athletic build and his young and
strong body was so beautiful. I said
to myself I am the luckiest 44 years
old woman in the world to have a
handsome young man as my sex
partner.
His young and strong body is the
kind of body that I want to have real
sex with and deep inside me I wish
he will be able to really fuck me
again. I also know that women of my
age or even young women will envy
me if they know that I have this
handsome young man in bed with
me.
Peter took a cigarette from his
pocket and asked me if I mine if he
smokes. I didn’t object, I think may
be because my husband is a non
smoker, I want to have a new
experience of having a man who
smokes. When he light his cigarette
and smoke, he looks more
handsome, in fact he looks manly
and sexy.
Once he finishes his cigarette he put
the bud in the ash tray and took
another sip of juice from the glass.
He then moved towards me and
started stroking my hair; I know we
still have time for another round of
sex, and I decide that I will take
control. The good thing about having
a lover much younger is that I can
always control the situation.
I put my lips on his and start kissing
him again and while doing that I
started to climb on top of his naked
body while he lay flat on the bed. I
have never kissed a smoker in my
life, so I kind a like it, the cigarette
smell from his mouth is something
unique that I cannot explain. On top
of his body I can feel his fleshy and
sticky penis touching my body, while
I continue kissing him.
I move both my hands to his two
nipples and started to lick and suck
one after the other with my mouth.
His body writhes and moved with
ecstasy as I play with his nipples and
in the mean time his cock started to
rise again (If young man lack
experience, they compensate it with
strength vigor and vitality).
I then kiss his body down to his penis
which is still sticky and wet with our
juices from our last sex and start
sucking his cock again till it was hard
as a rock. While I was playing with
his nipples and suck his tasty cock,
he holds my hair and enjoyed
watching me doing it to him. I then
climbed him and took his hard cock
and place it on my cunt and I started
to fuck him slowly.
Although Peter has just filled my
cunt with his semen yet my cunt is
tight again, or maybe his cock is
bigger than my husband that I can
feel the pain and I moan when his
penis started to penetrate inside me.
I initially ride his cock slowly and
then increase the pace once I get
excited. I was very careful not to
make him come because I want our
love making to last longer.
I want to come as many time as I can
as long as my boyfriend can last and
I realized for the first time that every
time I come, I said to Peter I love you
baby- I call him baby. He lay on the
bed while I was on the top fucking
him and on the other hand he was
groping and playing with my boobs
and caresses my whole body with
both his hand.
I cannot remember how many times
I come, because we have been
fucking for a very long time, and
when he feel that he cannot hold it
anymore, he rolled me down and
made me lie on the bed and fuck me
on a missionary position. He fuck me
hard and I cannot understand what
happened to me that I keep pleading
him to fuck me hard and say
repeatedly fuck me hard baby, fuck
me hard baby.
And as I was yelled and asked him to
fuck me hard Peter too increases the
pace of his push and thrust and
pump his cock deeper and deeper
into my cunt. By the time he had
discharge his semen inside me I too
came again and we were both came
together and were exhausted. He lay
on the top of me and we both fell
asleep.
I woke up first and I feel his heavy
body on top of me, I caress his naked
body and he woke up and said sorry
darling, how long have I been
sleeping on top of you. He moved to
the side of the bed and I said to him,
baby my cunt is filled with our love
juice can you give me something to
wipe my cunt with.
I also said if I go home with a wet
and smelly panty, my husband will
suspect me, I don’t want that to
happen. He looked at me with a
smile and then gave his handkerchief
to me and said wipe your cunt with it
but I want it back; I want to keep it,
I’ll need it when you are not with me.
I look at the clock and I told him I
have to go but he said he will first
make something for us to eat.
He then went to the Kitchen and
while he was preparing the food, I
started to dress myself again. When
the food is ready he came to call me
to the kitchen and when he saw that
I was dressed up, he too took his
cloth and started to dress while I also
help dress him up again.
We sat close to each other and eat
quietly in the kitchen and while
eating we continue to caress and
stroke each other. After we have
finished, I told him I have to go but
before that I pull the handkerchief
from under my cunt and give it back
to him. He took it kiss it and said it
smell good and we then went to his
car and he dropped me in the
market.
Since then we met each other at
every opportunity, each time there is
a holiday I would always try to find
some excuses to visit him and every
time we meet, it was sex and it
depends on the time that I have-
sometime it is quick sex and
sometimes it is a gratifying sex in his
room.
There were times that he even took
me in his car to a far off place and
we even make love in his car, I don’t
understand myself anymore, I love
my husband yet I want Peter’s young
body to make me happy.

Of many meeting or dates I had with

Peter, this one is the most
memorable one. We went to his
house and the moment he unlocked
the door, he then all of a sudden
kisses me and carried me to his
bedroom.
In the bedroom, he made me sit on
the edge of the bed, and sat next to
me. He started unbuttoning my top
and slipped the straps of my bra off
my shoulders and pulled it down,
exposing my breasts to him. "Oh
sweet darling they are small but so
beautiful!" he exclaimed, staring at
my breasts.
He then started to take the dress I
was wearing from my body, one after
the other, starting with my top and
my skirt and left me covered with
just my panty. "You are beautiful," he
said, then kissed me and I let my lips
part slightly, the tips of his tongues
started to open my mouth. His hands
found their way to my breasts and
began to squeeze and play with my
nipples.
My pulse began to beat rapidly and
my body is getting aroused. He
pinched my hard nipples and I
started to feel the pleasure. I
moaned
“aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh…….
ssssssssshhhhhhhhhh” several
times, which fuelled his passion. He
broke the kiss, his head bobbing
down and starts taking my right
nipple into his mouth.
I lost track of time as he explored my
tits with his mouth and hands, and I
arched my back, giving him full
access to my now swollen breast and
hard nipples. After laying with my
breast he then took off his cloth and
stood up and stands over me fully
nude; his huge erect cock standing
out and whenever I look at his cock I
can’t help but compare it with my
husband’s.
His strong hands found my head and
pulled me forward, guiding my
mouth to his cock. "Suck me,
Darling," he said, his voice is more of
a command than a request. My
hands reached for his pole as I open
my lips taking him into my mouth. I
reached behind him and rubbed his
tight bum and sucked the pink tip of
his penis.
After a long gradually sucking and
licking his cock, I started to slid my
mouth up and down his shaft. He
then pushed me gentle on the bed
and his strong hands grabbed my
waist and lifted my legs to the air
while I lay flat on the bed. My mind
screamed at me to protest and stop
him, but I spread my legs at his
bidding and let him lower his head
between them.
I willingly let him explore me with his
tongue. He sucked at and tickled my
clit with his tongue, over and over
again while his hand reaching up to
squeeze my swollen tits and hard
nipples, and I lost count how many
time I exploded.
He then turns me around, pushing
me gently but firmly forward, until I
am leaning over the edge of the bed
again. My hand grip the edge of the
bed, my knees on the floor, my bum
out facing him. He then slides his
hard cock into my cunt from behind.
It felt so good as he began to gyrate
his hips and thrusting his cock into
me in and out.
I could feel that my cunt already wet
and juice started flowing. I arched
my back, pushing back against his
cock with each thrust, my breasts
dangling like bells. Peter’s hand
gripped my hips and rubbed and
squeezed the cheeks of my tight ass.
At some point, one of his thumbs
began to rub my ass hole and he was
playing with it.
He put some saliva on my virgin
asshole and rubbed it with his thumb
and gently played with it and I’m
beginning to enjoy the sensation that
comes out of it. My mind was
screaming, how can I let this
happen? My husband had tried
several times but I'd never let him
fuck me in the ass, so why should I
let my boyfriend have it this time?
Inspite of that I said to him "You can
fuck my tight ass if you want, baby."
He smiled and then took some juice
from my cunt in his hand and applied
it on my ass hole. While applying the
juice in my ass hole, he also inserted
his middle finger inside my anus.
He continued playing with my back
hole for some time, he then reach for
a tube of vaseline and
simultaneously apply it in and
around my virgin ass hole. He then
slowly put his penis in the opening of
my hole and move it round the rim
and slowly to push it in, but after
some time he hesitates briefly I felt
him stopped thrusting his pole into
my ass, and then he slid his penis
out of my cunt.
"Oh my god, Darling can I really…?"
he said, clearly unable to fully
process what was happening, and I
felt him press his wet sticky cock
against my anus. Pain shot through
me briefly as his thick cock slid in my
ass hole. "God your ass is tight," he
groaned, and he thrust his penis just
deep enough inside me. He then
slowly pushed it as deep as he can
inside me.
He leaned forward, burying his cock
in my tight ass, and reached around
me, taking both breasts in his hands.
He twisted my nipples ruthlessly as
his cock fucked my butt with long,
hard strokes. I can’t believe it. I had
never ever let my husband fuck my
ass and here I am allowing this
Youngman to do it to me. Why what’s
the matter, what wrong with me? I
said to myself.
After fuking my ass hole for
sometimes, Peter then said "Oh
baby, can I come in your ass?" he
said, hardly able to keep control.
"Sure honey, cum in my virgin ass
and fill it with your sperm baby!" I
responded back. I felt him pushes his
penis few more times and came as
his load shot deep inside me.
He thrust a few more times then he
leaned heavily against me, his
fingers still working my nipples,
which were growing rather sore by
now. His cock slipped out of me with
a pop and we both collapsed back on
the floor, exhausted. We clean
ourselves up as he help placing soft
tissues on the outer rim of my ass
hole.
We had just gotten our dress back on
when I realized it is time that I go
back home, before my husband
reaches home. I smiled and winked
at Peter and said "you are very lucky
to be the first person to fuck me in
the ass?" Surely my husband has
attempted to put his cock inside my
anus many times, but it never really
happened, so my ass was still a
virgin till you break it just now.

We made love many times, but we

always did it in my young lover’s
house, we seldom did it outside
because I don’t want people to see
me and Peter together. But this is
one exception that we were not able
to control.
He was waiting for me in a secret
place, when I arrived he looked at
me, a smile on his face as he open
the door of his car. "You know, you
look really amazing today," he said
to me, his eyes looking up and down
my body.
I just looked at him and gave him a
wicket smiled. I got in the car and
slammed the door close and look at
him with a suggestive look. I was
wearing tight red tee shirt which
amply show my breast with a black
lose skirt which I think matched my
tee shirt.
He switched the ignition key on and
hit the road while his eyes kept
wandering from the road to my body.
I could tell he wanted me. There is
no denying, that I wanted him too.
So, I moved my hand and put it on
his thigh. He shifted a little bit,
taking one hand from the wheel to
hold my hand on his thigh. He
stroked my hands slowly and
released it because he has to change
gear.
I move my face near his head and
whispered into his ear "Are we
getting hot here?” I breath softly on
his ear and lick his lobe with my
tongue and bit his left ear gently. He
was beginning to feel the heat, he
looked at me and asked "Do we
really have to do this now and inside
the car?" Can’t we wait till we reach
home honey? he asked. I kept mum.
Then I shook my head, moving my
hand even higher up his leg near his
crotch. I wasn't even an inch away
from his semi-hard cock. I moved my
hand slowly and rub it over his cock
to make him even harder.
I moved my body closer to his,
thanking him for having nice car with
good soft seats. I let my leg barely
touched his as I rested my head on
his shoulder. He glanced at me for a
moment and was tempted to touch
me, then he looked ahead on the
road. After driving for sometime he
saw a dirt road in a distance ahead
which leads to a forest nearby.
He kissed my forehead as he turned
off the main road onto a small, un-
metal dirt road. He drove on for a
little while going farther away from
the main road and move till he reach
a secluded place surrounded by
forest where he hope no one would
be able to see his car.
He stopped and killed the engine
then he looked at me with those
piercing eyes, and I knew there was
no turning back. Lust was in his
eyes. Without waiting for him to act,
I kissed his lips gently. He parted my
lips with his tongue, forcing it into
my mouth. I kissed him harder,
massaging his tongue with my own
while my hand was stroking the back
of his head.
He moaned with pleasure while my
left hand tried to unbuttoned his
trouser. Because of the steering; we
can hardly do anything on driver
seat, he then pushed my seat back
unlocked it and let it drop almost flat
like a bed. He moved to my seat and
he asked me to sit on his lap with my
legs wide open and my back facing
the wind shield.
"Touch me," I whispered, caressing
his face with my hand. I could feel
his cock getting even harder beneath
me. Peter kissed my neck, making
small circles on my skin with his
tongue and bit me softly. His left
hand then reached my breast. He
rubbed it on top of my dress, pulled
my nipples making it erect.
My pussy began to get wet and I
squirmed in his lap feeling his cock
pressing against me. I moaned,
giving him the sign he wanted. He
moved his hand, this time going
under my dress, instantly making me
moan even louder. He gently rubbed
my breast; he then began tracing
circles around my nearly hard nipple,
pulling it to make it even harder.
I then felt his free hand sliding up
and down my thigh, each time
getting closer and closer to my wet
pussy. He finally reached it and
began stroking me through my
panty, he push his finger and began
to feel me. I moved my hips, begging
him for more. Peter obliged, and
moved my panty over and began
rubbing and pulling on my clit.
After what seemed like an eternity,
he finally left my aching clit alone as
his fingers drifted to my opening,
tracing circles around it until at last
he entered his fingers inside me,
sending a burst of pleasure through
my entire body. He pumped his
fingers inside me as I moved my
hips, fucking his fingers. I felt an
orgasm building, and just as I was
about to come he pulled out of me.
"Not yet," he whispered, kissing my
neck. Grabbing my skirt, he lifted it
off of me, leaving me naked except
for my red thong. He moved me
away from his lap, forcing me down
onto my back. The seat was barely
long enough, but it was just perfect.
He kissed me hard his hands running
over my entire body.
He moved his kiss away from my
lips, down to my neck, down to my
left nipple where he stopped to suck
at it, flicking it gently with this
tongue, while his hands pulled my
thong down my legs. As soon as he
had it off, I gently nudged his head
lower, and he easily got the hint.
Peter kissed me down my stomach
until he reached my pussy.
I lifted both my legs up and
spreading them wider. He hold my
left leg up, while I rest my right leg
on the car doors and he licked and
sucked at my clit while tracing a line
around my hole with his finger. I
moaned again, moving my hips,
wanting his tongue inside me. He
flashed his eyes at me before
shoving his tongue deep inside me,
lapping at my juices.
Only a few moments later an orgasm
erupted through me. Peter eagerly
licked away my wetness, tasting all
of me. I moved his head away from
pussy, forcing him to kiss me again
so I could taste my sweetness on
him. His hard cock rubbed at my
thigh. I couldn't wait any longer.
I unfastened his pants, reached
through his boxers, and pulled his
throbbing cock free of constraint. I
stroked it, pulling it gently, wanting
him even harder. His tongue
searched inside my mouth as I
began to pump him harder and
faster, bringing him to the point of
orgasm.
He turned me around with my front
to the seat and my back to him, I put
my left leg on the seat and my right
leg on the ground just to make it
easy for him to penetrate my already
wet cunt from behind. He then really
fuck and pump my pussy from
behind till he was about to come and
pull his cock just in the nick of time.
But, instead of finishing the job, he
pushed my hand away and turned
me to face him again before sliding
his cock into my aching pussy. He
slid it in slowly, until he filled me
completely. I wrapped my legs
around his waist as he began
pumping into me. His movements
were gentle at first, but then he got
faster and harder, making me moan.
I moved my hips to match his rhythm
as we fucked.
As he pounded me even harder, my
orgasm mounted and I bit into his
shoulder to stifle my scream as it
flooded my senses. A few seconds,
he thrust into me as hard as he
could, holding me onto him as he
came inside me, sending another
orgasm rippling through my body. I
let my scream out this time, and I
heard him moan in his own pleasure.
Peter lay on top of me for a few
moments, his head resting between
my breasts. Then, he slowly moved
off of me, and helped me back up. I
slid my dress over my head as he
fastened his pants. I looked over at
him, smiling, feeling more satisfied
than I had ever felt before. He then
restarted the car and we drove back
and he dropped me home satisfied
and tired.

When I reached home that evening,

my husband acted strangely, I sense
something was wrong. This is how he
behaved when I did something he
doesn’t approve. I ignore it initially,
but when it is time to go to bed, he
slept on the couch, I try to convince
him to sleep in the bedroom but he
remained adamant.
I asked him why did he act like this,
he initially kept mum, but then said
you know why. I said why? Please tell
me what happened? He then told me
he saw me driving with the
youngman, he said he followed the
car. He then angrily asked me why
did you cheat on me? Have I been
unfaithful to you?
I have no answer to that question, I
just keep mum and keep on
requesting him to come with me to
the bed, but he refused. I tried to
fool him saying that he was just a
friend, ‘don’t lie to me’ he said ‘I
went close enough to the car to see
the two of you fucking inside the
car’. When my effort to convince him
became futile, I went to the bedroom
and slept alone while he slept in the
couch.
I was unable to sleep that night, I felt
sorry for what I had done and felt the
pang of guild for what I did to my
husband. In the morning nothing
happened we get up as usual
without speaking to each other,
obviously he was angry and I can
understand it.
I also felt guilty of what I had done,
and now because of my extramarital
act, our marriage is going to suffer
and I don’t want the kids to know
about it. When we were just the two
of us, I told him I’m sorry and
promised him that it will never
happen again.
But my husband just kept mum. I
though he will never forgive me
anymore, but after a few days he
said, I’ll forgive you only if I promise
to do what he wanted me to do. I
said I promise anything if you only
forgive me. The conversation that
day ended and even if he had
forgiven me, he still avoids sleeping
with me.
The next day, he said that he want
me and Peter to come to room
number 105 of the hotel star which
is in the outskirt of the town, I ask
why, but he said promise is promise.
He told me not tell Peter anything
about the arrangement and that I
should not even tell him that he had
found out about our relationship.
When I told Peter about the
arrangement, he was initially
surprise, because it was always he
who arranged our secret date, but
when I said it was my birthday and I
want it my way, he fell for it. As
usual he waited for at the same spot
and we drove together to the star
hotel, if Peter had suspected
anything, he did not say it, because
he must have realized that I was not
my usual self.
We went straight to hotel and got
into the room number 105, I was
afraid less anybody saw me and
Peter together. Once we were inside
the room, I saw my husband sitting
on the chair, Peter was shocked, he
did not know what happened, I told
him that he is my husband. Peter try
to open the door to run away but I
hold his hand and explained the
situation to him.
I told him that my husband has
found out about us, and I had
promised to do whatever he wants if
he only forgives me. I requested
Peter to co-operate to save our
marriage. He initially refused but I
later on was able to convince him to
cooperate for my sake. My husband
sat silently on the chair and said
nothing while I explain everything to
Peter.
When he saw that Peter understood
the situation, he then said you have
to obey whatever I command ‘do you
understand?’ and I said yes. He then
looked at me and said kiss him, I said
no, I can’t kiss another man in front
of my husband. He then said
remember the promise you made? I
have nothing else to do but to obey.
I look at Peter and slowly move
towards him, I then started kissing
Peter in front of my husband and it
feel awkward, even Peter’s response
to my kiss was artificial. My husband
then shouted and ordered that we
kiss passionately like we use to do
when we were just the two of us, to
which we have to obey.
He then ordered Peter to grope my
ass and my breast and play with my
nipples, there’s nothing else to do
but to obey and we both started to
caress each other. We both get
aroused and started to kiss and
fondle each other as if we are just
the two us while my husband was
watching. He also ordered that we
undress each other while we were
kissing and caressing one another.
When he saw that we have both
began to enjoy it, he ordered us to
stop. He then commanded that I
come near him, when I reach near
his chair, he pointed towards his
hard cock and said suck it,
meanwhile Peter was standing naked
with his hard cock. While I was
sucking my husband cock, he then
looked at Peter and asked what are
you doing?
He said ‘you fuck her from behind.’
My pussy is already wet from the
kissing and caressing, Peter then put
his hard cock in my cunt and fuck
me doggy style. I don’t think my
husband realized it but, I am
enjoying it as much he enjoys me
sucking his dick. He then ordered
Peter to lie flat on the bed and
ordered me to climb on top o him
and fuck him from above.
He allow me to ride Peter for
sometime then he move close to the
bed and took a bottle of ointment
and put some of it on his finger to
rub on my ass hole rim. He then
move his penis into my ass and
entered me from behind while I ride
on Peter’s cock, this is the first time
that I took two cocks inside me.
Initially he was not able to penetrate
my ass, he asked me to lift my ass a
little bit and he open my ass cheek
and enter me. My husband started to
push his penis slowly while Peter
cock is inside my vagina; both
pumped their organs inside me. I
had a heavenly feeling because both
my husband and my lover fuck me at
the same time.
My husband pushes his organ in and
out and said, “you want two cocks
don’t you baby, now you got two
cocks.” He initially fucked me slowly
but increases the pace and fucked
me real hard while I also fuck Peter
under me at the same pace. I don’t
remember how many times I came,
but having two dicks inside me is an
amazing experience and my cunt
was really wet.
After they fucked me for some time,
they both come inside my two holes
and we rest for sometimes. I was
exhausted. My husband thought that
it was the first time I was fuck in my
ass, but the fact is I already allow
Peter to fuck me from behind first.
After sometimes he then ordered us
both to kiss and caress each other
again, but Peter is not feeling
awkward anymore, he is now
courage enough that he started
fondling my boobs and play with my
long nipples as natural as he use do
when we were just the two of us.
He then move his head slowly
towards my stomach and then to my
pussy and lick it, while one of his
hand was on my boobs. My husband
was watching all these while Peter
was doing it to me. Peter then turn
and place his dick close to my mouth
and we did a 69 and suck each other
organs.
While watching us; my husband dick
started to rise again and he ordered
us to stop, he then again ordered me
to come to where he was standing
and asked me to suck his dick again,
while I suck my husband’s cock;
Peter again fuck me from behind and
my husband asked me to suck hard
and fast till he came inside my
mouth.
This is the first time that I had
swallowed any man’s spunk. I
swallowed his juice while he moaned
and pump his juice inside my mouth,
I swallowed all his cum and I then
lick his cock dry and he is tired now.
My husband is now exhausted and
sat on his chair too tired to do
anything.
He has come twice and he is more
than forty years old, it will be
sometime till his cock rise again. I
then turn to my lover who is young
and still has the energy. He then
pulled me close to his body and he
began to caress me. My poor
husband is now tired after he had
come in my mouth and he has
nothing else to do but to watch Peter
fuck me.
Peter then move me towards the bed
and fuck me real hard and I was
crying like crazy, he avoid kissing me
perhaps, because I had just
swallowed my husband come. For
Peter it is an opportunity to show
how strong and able he is compare
to my old husband.
He fucked using every style he could
think of, he fucked me sideways and
after sometime he then asked me to
turn around and kneel on the bed
and he fuck me from behind. Then
he lay flat on the bed and asked me
to ride his cock, after sometime he
asked me to turn my back to his face
and fuck him sitting on his cock with
my back to his face.
While we were fucking; my husband
could also see that I was enjoying
every bit of it. Peter fucked me till he
too came inside my pussy without
even using a condom. My husband
then left the hotel room and left me
and Peter exhausted in the hotel
room.
My husband planned to humiliate my
lover by arranging to the meeting of
the three of us, he thought that by
fucking me in the ass and pump his
cum in my mouth he would show his
dominion over me but it turn out that
in the end my husband has to leave
the hotel room humiliated. He could
not compete with my young fit lover
and I enjoyed him.
This could also be the reason that
my husband was jealous of him too.
The only person, who benefited from
the threesome party, is me. I had the
sex of lifetime, the first time I was
fucked by two men at the same time.
And on top of it whoever fuck me be
it my husband or my lover, I enjoyed
it, but my young lover could please
me more.
Plight of an Indian Housewife

I am 36 years old, married for 18

years now. I have a 16-year-old
daughter. My husband is a 44-year-
old General Manager in a private
firm in Kolkata. I too work in a bank
just to pass time, as I do not like to
stay at home. Due to regular
aerobics at the gym I have a good
body. I have a 36C bust, a 28 waist
and a perfectly round 36 ass.
My husband says that men stare at
my ass anywhere I go. It does make
a big curve when viewed sideways.
Also the biggest asset I have that
distinguishes me from most Indian
women is my height. I stand at 5.7".
I have dark brown, long hair coming
all the way up to my hips, which are
always tied up in traditional Indian
style. I have a very fair skin making
make-up unnecessary for me,
though I do put on some lipstick.
The incident I want to narrate
happened about a year back.
We had moved to Kolkata only some
6 months back from the firm's
Mumbai office. Our house was a
good 20-25 minutes from our offices.
Being new in the city, my husband
always used to send the car along
with the driver to drop and receive
me from my office. Being an
inspection officer my husband used
to travel a lot within West Bengal.
During those days I used to travel by
auto-rickshaw. My daughter, who
was 15 then, went to school with her
friend in her car. It was Christmas
Eve. My daughter, Kiran, had gone to
Mumbai to my brother's place as her
school was closed. My husband had
to go to Shiliguri for an inspection.

So I had to travel by auto-rickshaw. It

was around closing time in the office
when I got the news that the auto-
rickshaw union had gone on a
sudden strike. So I enquired about
the bus number with a peon and
went to the bus stop. Unfortunately
for me, my only friend in the office,
Radha Sen was on a leave. So I had
to travel alone to my house in a bus.
Being used to the BEST buses in
Mumbai, I found the buses here too
dirty and too bad to travel in. I had
never traveled by a bus in Kolkata.
As I waited for the bus, I had to leave
5 buses, as they were packed to the
hilt. But due to that it was almost
6:00 PM and I was at the bus stop for
more than an hour. It was getting
dark and cold. So I decided to get
into the next bus, no matter what
the crowd was. As it turned out, the
next bus was really more crowded
than a few I had left. There were
men hanging off the door. I was the
only one to get into the bus. Looking
at me the men in the doorway got
down to let me in. I saw a few of
them checking me out. As I got into
the bus with great difficulty I felt a
few bodies brush against mine. I
accidentally brushed against the
crotch of an elderly man standing
near the door. As I lost my balance
slightly, my hand got caught a bit in
his kurta. "What am I doing!" I said
to myself, as I mumbled a sorry to
the person. As I walked ahead, I felt
a few hands brush against my thighs
and ass. Luckily for me, a couple of
ladies accommodated me between
them.
The bus was in a very bad condition.
There were only a couple of lights at
the two doors, and the bus was
running at a snail's pace. The speed
at which the bus was running, I knew
the usual 20-minute journey would
take me 30-35 minutes at least. As I
tried to look around in the bus, it
seemed as if we were the only three
women in the overcrowded bus. As I
rested my hip on a seat handle to my
right, I accidentally rested on a hand.
So I stood upright again and looked
down to apologize to the person. As
it was getting dark I could not see
his face clearly. But the person
looked at me in the eye and grinned
widely. It was clear that he enjoyed
the feel of my ass. Even as I was
looking at him, he nudged his
partner and whispered something in
his ears. The other person too looked
at me and then both seemed to look
at my breasts under the sari. I tried
to turn away slightly, but could not
do so.
Just at that time, the woman
standing behind me got down at the
next stop. The lady in front of me
was a young girl of about 20-22. The
dress she wore indicated that she
was from a lower middle class
background. She was at least 3-4
inches shorter than me and very
skinny. As I turned around to see who
was now standing behind me, it was
the same man whom I had brushed
accidentally at the door. As the bus
ran slowly, I felt a hand on my ass. It
was definitely the same guy's wrist
on my ass.
"I did it accidentally, so can he", I
thought.
But as time passed, the wrist stayed
there. Then something pressed
against my ass-cheek. I looked back
with some difficulty at the same
person. He looked back at me plainly
as if nothing was going on.
"I'll have to bear this for some time",
I said to myself.
But with no further resistance from
me, the hand turned around and now
his palms were on my ass. Staying
that way for some time, the hand
started moving slowly all over my
ass-cheeks. I gripped the vertical bar
firmly, my left hand held my purse
tightly. Soon the person had both his
hands squeezing and massaging my
rear. I looked around with the hope
that someone would stop my
harassment. But as I looked to my
left, one person was asleep and
another was wearing the dark
glasses worn by blind men. So I
presumed that he was blind. As I
turned my head right, the two men
were still staring at my exposed belly
and blouse-covered boobs intently.
Just then, the person who was
standing right behind me started
tracing my panty with his fingers.
This made me close my eyes, as I
remembered my husband. This made
the two sitting horny men looking at
me to see what was happening to
me. The little hope I had disappeared
when the two men looked at the
hands running along my panty-lines,
and started giggling.
"God help me!" I screamed in my
head.
But deep down I knew I was trapped.
I knew most men in the bus would be
the same as the ones sitting beside
me to my right. So I slowly nudged at
the girl standing in front of me. She
turned around with some difficulty. I
looked at her in the eyes. My eyes
were moist looking at her. I turned
my eyes pointing towards the man
behind me. She got the message I
wanted her to know. But to my
shock, she turned around and even
moved forward slightly, distancing
herself from me. I knew she did not
want to get involved in this.
As I was wearing a chiffon sari, he
could easily grip my panty elastic
over my ass cheeks with 3 fingers of
each hand. I cursed myself for
wearing a bikini panty that day.
Because of this, as he pulled my
panty elastic upwards, it caused the
small fabric to bunch up in my ass-
crack. Now I was as good as naked
under my petticoat for his hands. He
frenetically massaged my bare ass
for some time. Just then I almost
gasped with shock as the man put
his bare hands on my bare waist
from both sides. My grip on the
handle tightened as his palms
started running over my flat belly.
Very soon he was circling my belly
button.
I kept as much a straight face as
possible. My heart skipped a beat
when he ran his fingers along the
waistline of my sari.
"Please don't do that, the whole sari
would come off if he tries to enter
my petticoat", I pleaded silently.
Thankfully he too changed his mind.
But soon I knew he was headed for
the place every Indian man dies for.
Very soon his hands were palming
my breasts. As he squeezed and
mauled my boobs, I felt a third hand
on my right thigh.
I looked down. To my shock, it was
the man sitting on my right. He had
his hand running up and down my
thigh and the other hand seemed to
be moving rhythmically. As my eyes
adjusted to the darkness, I realized it
was his erect dick in his hand.
Indeed he and his partner were
masturbating looking at me.
Soon the hands on my breasts
moved away slightly. But they came
back again searching for my nipples
over the blouse. As his thumb and
first two fingers started pinching my
nipples, making them hard and taut.
He pinched my nipples so hard that I
had to bite my lips to stop from
screaming. Tears rolled on my
cheeks due to the pain. The bastard
tried to outrage me further by trying
to slip the sari off my shoulders. But
thankfully, I had the sari pinned to
my shoulder.
At the same time, the shagging man
put his hand below my knee and
started to pull up my sari.
"Why didn't I wear a formal dress
today" I cursed myself.
Luckily the way I was standing, he
could expose my legs only up to my
knees. But my happiness was short
lived, as I did not realize that
although he could not pull up my
sari, his hands definitely could. The
man behind me grabbed me by my
waist and pulled me back.
This made me lose my balance as I
lost the grip of the handle I was
holding. As my entire weight fell on
him, I felt his erection on my ass. He
seemed really hard. He was about
the same height as me. He now
smelled my hair with deep breaths.
He caught my long hair and swung it
forward.
By now the sitting person had his
hand under the sari on my bare inner
thigh. His hand moved upwards,
reaching centimeters from my
crotch. He stuck up his middle finger
and brushed my slit over the panty.
This made me weak in my knees and
I also lost my grip on my purse,
making it fall to the floor. He started
caressing my cunt over the panty. He
even tugged my underwear into my
cunt, moving his finger around
slightly. My body started to respond
to his touch, as my cunt stared to
get wet. But then the hand withdrew.
The hand then caught hold of my
hand. So I looked to find what he
wanted from my hand. My fingers
were now touching his swollen cock
head, as his other hand frantically
shagged it. Before I could realize
what was happening, he released his
load on my fingers. He then guided
my hand to my face. He wanted me
to lick it. But I turned away, making
him wipe his sticky semen on my
cheeks. I tried to wipe it with my
shoulders.
At this time I was a couple of stops
away from my house. So I decided to
get out of this by getting down a
stop early and walk home from
there. So I shrugged off the two men
and rushed to the back door, and got
down on the next stop. It was 10
minutes' walk to my house from
there. But the sight of the Ticket
Checker (TC) greeted me. The sight
of this man reminded me that I
forgot to pick up my purse in the bus
and my ticket was in my purse.
"Where is your ticket madam?" he
asked in Bengali.
I replied in English saying I lost it in
the bus.
Even as he was listening, his eyes
were traveling all over my body. I
read his name batch. It had Mr.
R.A.Singh written on it. I asked him
whether he spoke any Hindi. As he
nodded I explained it to him that it
was due to the heavy rush, but he
did not take my reason and asked
why then did I get down one stop
early. This question left me silent. He
asked me for the fine. I reminded
him that I did not have the purse and
offered to pay him taking him to the
house, which was only 10 minutes
away.
He thought for some time, and
looked at his watch. It was about
6:45 p.m. and was totally dark and
really cold. He said he couldn't do
that and would have to take me to
the nearby police station, and that
someone from the house had to
come and pay for me. But I
explained to him that I was alone at
my house and also new in the city
and so did not know too many
people too well. He got lost in
thought for some time. Then he
looked at me and said then I would
have to stay in the lock-up till
someone paid for me.
I pleaded him to come to my house
and collect the fine. He thought for
some time, looked around sneakily
and then agreed to my offer. He
called a guy from the driver's cabin
and him to do the job and said that
he will meet them in the depot after
collecting the fine. So we started to
walk. In the way we had to pass
through a long lane that had a land
under dispute on one side and the
backside of a big college campus on
the other. This road was a parallel
road to a main road and so was only
used by a few private cars.
We were walking side by side. I kept
thinking about the money I lost in
the purse and also that the perverts
had my identity card. As I kept
walking thinking about the incident, I
saw with the corner of my eye that
the TC was glancing at me lustfully.
This made my heart beat very fast.
Also the road was lonely. Seeing no
car in the lane, he grabbed my hand
and said –
"I'll give you an offer. Let's go to the
station or you do as I say. I don't
want to waste my energy in fighting
you. It's your choice baby."
I looked at the time. It was 7:00 p.m.
"There will be many people around
the building", I thought, "watching
me with this man, they will ask me
awkward questions. What if the cops
drop me in their car? They may even
talk things".
"Come on bitch, I cannot wait
forever", he said harshly, bringing
me out of my thoughts.
I looked ahead and behind on the
road. There wasn't a soul present. I
looked down to the ground and
nodded shyly. He immediately
grabbed me and started walking
briskly.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked.
He seemed to ignore me and
continued to walk. As we reached a
small opening in the wall of the
empty plot, he pointed me to enter
the dark plot. As I was entering the
narrow opening, I felt his hands on
my ass. Once inside the plot, I looked
around. It was totally empty, with
about 2 feet of grass covering. There
were no lights inside the plot. The
only light was that from the
streetlights. The plot was fairly large.
About 200 meters long and more
than 300-400 meters deep from the
street.
He pulled me towards the center of
the plot, and then left my hand. As I
rubbed my hand to relieve the
soreness, he removed his own shirt
and vest. He had a really hairy chest.
"I don't want to hear a single word
from you. Do you understand?" he
said.
I nodded. He signaled me to get
down on my knees in front of him. So
I positioned myself inches from his
zipper. He then proceeded to slip
down his trousers. He wore the
traditional Indian underwear. His dick
was really standing in the loose
underwear. He untied the knot of the
thread and let it drop to his ankles.
He was not really long. Maybe 6
inches. He caught my hair and pulled
my head towards it. So I opened my
mouth and let it enter my oral cavity.
As he kept running his hand through
my long tied up hair, I kept sucking
on his tool, holding it at the base
with my hands. I was feeling really
cold. When he put his hand on my
shoulder, he found the safety pin
holding onto my chiffon sari. He
removed it promptly.
After about 5 minutes of sucking, he
stopped me. He took me to a corner
of the plot. He was only in his shoes
and socks. I was carrying his clothes.
As we reached a corner, he pushed
me to the wall. Then he pulled off my
sari from my shoulders. My blouse
always has a tantalizing neckline,
ending just at the start of my
cleavage (this is the way my
husband likes it).
He looked really desperate. He
stared at my breasts for some time,
as they heaved up and down due to
my heavy breathing. He suddenly
put three fingers of each hand on the
blouse and ripped it open. I always
wore black bras. He pulled my blouse
down to my elbows. This caused my
hands to be restricted in their
movement. He launched himself on
my boobs, squeezing and cupping
them wildly. He especially liked to
push my boobs inwards and then lick
my cleavage. He even bit my nipples
over the bra. For a moment he
moved back and then put his hands
inside my bra-cups and scooped the
tits out, pushing the bra sideways.
Thus now, my boobs were exposed
to him, though the bra straps were in
the same place. He again launched
his mouth on my tits, making them
wet with his saliva. As he continued
his mauling of my breasts, I looked
towards the street to see another
crowded bus pass by. His face
blocked my sight, as he stopped his
sucking. He smiled, and then
smooched my lips roughly. He
forcefully opened my lips with his
tongue and rolled it all around. I'm
sure he tasted himself inside my
mouth.
At the same time, his hands roamed
down to my stomach and then to my
waistline. He inserted two fingers
into my petticoat and undid the knot
holding it onto my waist. As he
released the knot, my sari and
petticoat dropped in a heap to the
ground. He then asked me to lie
down on the grass. I was feeling
really cold on the wet grass. He saw
my shivering body and said- "You
need my heat".
Then he positioned between my
spread legs. He simply pulled the
panty away from my cunt lips and
dug his cock into my body.

This was the first time; I had another

penis inside me; other than my
husband's. This made me really sad
and I started to weep. This almost
seemed to excite him, as his
pumping increased speed. He let out
a loud grunt as his semen released
into my cunt. I did not experience
any climax.
As I lay on the grass exhausted, he
dressed up and said-
"How was it babe? Want to meet
again sometime?"
I stared back at him blankly. This
angered him. He called me a whore
and left in a hurry. I looked at my
watch. As it was dark, I could not
make out the exact time. But it was
somewhere around 7:30 p.m. I got
up and adjusted my panty. It was
thoroughly wet with my and his
juices. Then I tucked my breasts
back into the bra. I looked around to
make sure that no one was around.
Then I got into my petticoat and
draped my sari. But all except one
hook of the blouse were broken. So I
carefully adjusted the sari covering
up carefully.
I walked the distance to my house in
15 minutes. As expected the building
was busting with activity as every
evening. I walked up the stairs to the
third floor apartment, keeping a
really straight face and even
greeting anyone I met. As soon as I
closed the house door I dropped on
the couch and started crying,
digging my face into the pillow.
"What am I going to do now? What if
the person from the bus finds me?
What if the TC blackmails me?
Should I talk to my husband about
this? He won't trust me anymore.
What if my daughter comes to know
about it? She will think I'm a slut."
These were the thoughts in my mind
as I walked up to my bedroom and
entered the bathroom. I removed my
clothes and stood under the hot
shower. I kept crying as I rubbed my
body vigorously with soap, cleaning
every part of my body touched by
various men. And then I washed my
panty vigorously even as the tears
kept rolling down my cheeks. After I
turned off the shower, I looked at
myself in the mirror and composed
myself. Then I wiped myself with the
towel and came out to the bedroom
with the towel wrapped around my
body.
The good part about our bedroom is
it has long sliding windows on two
sides, one overlooking the garden
behind our building and the other
facing the bedroom of our neighbors.
This gives a feeling of openness to
the room. Also we have tinted glass
put up on all the windows, ensuring
our privacy. I walked up to my
cupboard and took out my clothes
and threw them on the bed. As I was
about to remove my towel, I saw a
figure sitting at the opposite window.
I recognized it to be Mr. Patel, our 65-
year-old neighbor. He could, may be
see the outline of my body even
through the tinted glass as the lights
were on. So I reached out for the
switchboard and switched off the
light. This came as no surprise to
me. I had seen him staring at our
window many times before. In the
darkness, I threw my towel on the
bed and wore my clothes, thinking of
how many times I had told my
husband about the bastard. But my
husband never believed how such a
respected resident could do such a
thing.
Mr. Patel was a retired police officer
and now worked as a social worker,
especially fighting for women's
rights. He lived in the house alone
after his wife died and daughter got
married. I too knew that nobody
would believe me if I said that he
was a voyeur and a peeping tom. I
had no option but to ignore him. I
wore a simple white cotton panty (I
wore the bikini panties outside only
on my husband's insistence, though I
felt really comfortable in these).
Over it I wore a white loose slip with
thin shoulder straps and came up to
my upper thighs (I never wore bras
at home). And finally wore a long
white housecoat tying up the
waistband.

It was almost 8:00 p.m. so I decided

to cook myself a small meal and
watch some TV. But just then the
doorbell rang. I was a bit surprised,
as I was not expecting anyone. I was
really surprised to find my husband
standing at the door. He immediately
hugged me and gave me a small kiss
on the lips, and then explained how
he arrived earlier than expected. As I
was making tea for him, he hugged
me from behind and squeezed my
breasts. He ran his hands through
my wet hair and turned around my
face and smooched me passionately,
with his hands running down to my
waistband.
I knew he was really horny. He did
not have sex for 3 days now. When
at home he fucked me every single
night. He undid the waistband and
opened the robe. His hand palmed
my crotch as he continued to kiss my
neck. Soon he had his hand inside
my slip, pinching my nipples. He
then made me sit on the kitchen
platform and pulled out my panty. I
wrapped my legs around his waist as
he pulled out his erect tool and
entered me. In less than a minute,
he erupted in me and I too let out a
loud grunt, faking an orgasm.
Immediately he withdrew and said
the lovely words, "get me the tea
quickly."
At this point let me describe to you
my husband. He is as you can say a
typical Indian male. He really cares
for me and is very understanding in
all matters but sex. He believes that
a wife must do whatever a husband
wants in bed. When my in-laws were
alive, they too held the same belief.
During the first year of our marriage,
my husband used to fuck me at least
twice daily. It would be really
embarrassing for me when he would
call me up to the bedroom in the
middle of the day and have sex with
me, even as his parents sat in the
other room knowing what transpired
in our room.
Even after 20 years of marriage, he
still is the same. When I confronted
him with my inability to reach an
orgasm regularly, he got angry and
said that I was trying to blame on
him for my inability to get excited
and asked me to masturbate
whenever I did not climax. Since that
day I have been doing the same. He
rolls over to sleep immediately after
sex. It is then that I go to the
bathroom and rub myself. Also he
likes to consider me like a
showpiece, which he takes along to
parties. He has a personally selected
collection of clothes for me to be
worn at such parties. His attitude at
such cocktail parties is: "I have the
thing you all want".
I do not like this but have to bear it.
Coming back, after he left the
kitchen, I wore my panty and
adjusted the slip, tucking in my tits
and then served him tea. He sat on
the couch watched the news when
his cell phone rang. It was his boss
on the line. After talking to him my
husband said-
"Come on honey, boss has invited us
to the party he has at his house. We
must go."
He took a quick bath and got
dressed. As it was a ritual, I had to
strip fully. Then he selected my
undergarments and all my clothes.
Today he made me wear a red bikini
panty. Then he made me wear a
black petticoat, under the navel.
Then I wore a black short-sleeved
blouse having just two strings at the
back, which meant no bra. The
neckline was really round and low.
The tight blouse always made my
breasts push sideways. Then I wore a
black silk sari in with the pallu
coming from behind to front. I left
my long straight hair open and put
on bright red lipstick. No make up for
me. He personally sprayed perfume
on my belly, armpits and even on my
cleavage.
I knew I looked like a sex object in
the dress. I was happy that my
daughter wasn't around. I felt really
embarrassed wearing such dresses
to public parties. I have never been
able to talk to her about it, but my
husband always says that you will
understand when you grow up line to
her quizzical looks when she saw me
dressed sexily, going to late night
parties. But I think now she has
grown up and understands her
father. Then I wore his favorite 3-inch
high-heeled silver sandals and soon
we were in the car.
His boss's name was Mr. Rajan
Saxena. He is 55 years old, bald,
slightly overweight, but really tall
(about 6.2") and really strong. He is
a foreign educated person and
extremely intelligent. He is really
polite and soft spoken. He has a
knocker as his wife. Alisha is only 32
years old and a perfect 10 figure.
She was the daughter of an army
colonel. He also has a 20-year-old
son from his first marriage, which
ended with a divorce over his affair
with the present wife. His son
studied in the U.S.
Their house was on the outskirts of
the city. It was a big bungalow with
lawns on the front and back and also
a pool at the back.
As we reached the house by about
9:00 p.m., we were instructed by the
watchman to park the car in the
lane, as the parking was full. So we
parked our car and entered the
house, to be greeted by Alisha. She
was wearing a golden colored party
gown, with two thin straps on the
shoulder and a cut up to her right
thigh. The dress was of some kind of
a satin material, accentuating her
figure. I could notice that she did not
wear any bra, as her pointed nipples
were visible too. Her shoulder length
hairs were left open. Her flawless
face was covered with light make-up.
She wore a diamond pendant with
some diamond earrings.
She smiled at us and welcomed us
saying- "Hello Mr. Sharma, hi Aditi.
We've been waiting for you guys. We
thought you would come with your
daughter"; and then leading us to
the back of the bungalow.
It was when she turned around that
we got a view of her plunging back,
which exposed her back fully. The
back lawn was filled with about 50-
60 people. Some were from my
husband's office, but many were
strangers to me. They were all
couples. The pool was empty due to
the chilly weather. But there were
plenty of people on the lawn and the
wooden platform on the right side
corner used as the dancing floor.

There were a few bonfires lit on the

lawn. As we greeted Merry Christmas
to the guests, I saw my husband
stealing a few glances at Alisha. I
knew he always lusted for her. He
himself had once told me the rumor
that did rounds in their office, that
Alisha was an insatiable bitch, and
that she slept with both her husband
and her step-son. He also mentioned
about the time when she entered her
stepson's pool party dressed in a
bikini. They believed that the only
reason she married Rajan was that
he is very rich and was really good in
bed, and could satisfy her urges,
even at this age.
As we talked to many people, Alisha
called us in to the house. Inside
Rajan sat with his personal friends
and their respective wives on a large
circular couch. The room had the full
view of the party outside through a
floor to ceiling and wall-to-wall glass.
Rajan greeted us and introduced us
to all his friends. As we settled down
on the couch, I noticed Alisha
responding to my husband's stares
by smiling at him. Soon the men
were drinking Champagne and the
women had Gin. We drank for almost
an hour. We all soon shifted out to
the lawns. I noticed Ved, Rajan's son
with some of his friends dancing on
the dance floor.
By about 11:00 p.m. many people
had left. Now maybe the number
was around 20. As I stood alone in a
corner, Rajan approached me and
asked me for a dance. I looked
around for my husband. He was
nowhere to be seen.
"Don't think about your hubby. He is
doing some serious business." Rajan
said.
Saying so, he led me to the dance
floor, which had three other couples
dancing to a soft romantic track.
Immediately he pulled me in his
arms and put his right arm on my
waist. As we danced to the soft
music, I was feeling really tired with
the day's occurrences and I also was
a little tipsy. So I rested my head on
Rajan's chest and closed my eyes. As
soon as I did this, Rajan pulled my
body close to his. I felt his erection
on my stomach as his hand went
down to squeeze my ass.
"No please Mr. Saxena, I am really
very tired....people must be
watching" I said.
But he continued his caressing of my
ass cheeks. I started to feel a little
giddy. This was surprising, as I only
had taken a Gin and couple of
Champagnes. I felt a strong
suspicion that something was mixed
in my drinks as I felt a pulse hitting
me in the head. I felt really weak in
the legs. I felt like I would fall.
"Hold me around my neck Aditi", said
Rajan, taking my hands from around
his waist and placing on his
shoulders.
I tightened my grip around his neck
to stop from falling. Seeing me in
this state, he made his move. He
caught hold of my sari pallu from
behind and slowly pulled it off my
shoulders. I could hear whistles and
claps as my backless and low-neck
sleeveless blouse was exposed. I
opened my eyes with some difficulty
and looked around. To my shock, we
were the only ones on the dance
floor. Everybody else was standing in
a circle around the floor. I could still
not find my husband.
As I was looking around, Rajan
grabbed my long open hair and
smooched me roughly. His tongue
probed my mouth and his hand
squeezed my boobs. I heard more
whistles and catcalls. But what
followed was really outrageous.
Rajan put his hand into my waist,
undid the knot of my petticoat and
loosened it fully. Within a second, my
sari and petticoat were around my
silver high heels. I was standing in
the arms of a stranger and between
about 15 men and women in only my
black short-sleeved and backless
blouse without any bra underneath
and a skimpy red bikini panty with
the silver shoes.
"Hey Rajan, we can't see the bitch's
ass. Could you move her hair or
should I help?" said a voice. This was
followed by laughter all around.
As Rajan moved aside my hair, I
heard catcalls and comments like –
"Look at that ass"
"I'll lose all my money for that butt"
"Take off that panty and show us the
globes".
Rajan laughed and replied, "have
some patience guys, the bitch is
totally stoned and under our control.
It's only 11:20 PM, the night is still
young."
Saying so, he patted my ass and
wiggled my ass cheeks.
I heard a man say "look at the flesh
in her butt, my wife doesn't have
that much on her chest."
Then Rajan caught hold of my open
hair and placed them on his
shoulders exposing my backside fully
to the ogling crowd. Imagine the
sight they must have got with my
body in only a two- string blouse and
a bikini panty. Then he grabbed my
face and smooched me again.
Then came a voice, " enough of this
nonsense Rajan, lets get down to
business."
So Rajan grabbed me by my waist
and moved me near the pool, to be
followed by the eager crowd. I looked
around and found Rajan behind me,
making me lean over a poolside
armchair. As I balanced myself
holding the armrests, Rajan pushed
my hair over my head, and spread it
around blocking almost my entire
view. Just then I felt his hand pulling
my panty downwards to my ankle.
His fingers ran over my pussy lips as
"Oooooooohs" and "Aaaaahs" could
be heard. I felt a finger enter my
cunt and run in and out for some
moments. I started to get wet.
This was followed by a brief halt. But
then I felt an electrifying feeling as
his dick entered my wet slit. He
seemed really fat, making me gasp.
After he had entered me fully, he
remained that way for some time.
Then started the jerking. I grabbed
the armrest firmly as he began to
thrust into me violently. Within a
couple of minutes I felt his hot
semen spurt into my cunt. I tried to
get up as Rajan withdrew, but I felt a
hand putting pressure on my
shoulders.
"Not so fast bitch. You know how
many dicks you have made hard
tonight?"
This was followed by my vagina
being ravaged by 7 more dicks of all
sizes and thickness, one after the
other, without any break.
At the end of it all, I felt a mixture of
my as well as their juices running
down my thighs. As I lost the grip of
the armrest, I fell on the back
cushion of the chair.
"She is tired and needs
refreshment", said a familiar voice.
I turned around and was shocked to
see Jayesh Patel, my husband's
immediate subordinate. He picked
me up in his arms and walked up to
the pool and threw me in the water.
The water was very cold, almost
freezing. In the semi-conscious state
I swam to the shallow end of the
pool, which had steps to get out. The
cold water seemed to counteract the
effect of the drug mixed in my drink.
I got out of the pool and fell to the
floor. I looked towards the group.
They were looking towards me and
laughing. I looked around to find my
husband. He was still not to be found
anywhere.
Jayesh Patel shouted, "Hey bitch,
don't you want your clothes?"
holding my sari and petticoat in his
right hand with his left hand on his
semi erect dick. This made me
realize about the situation I was in.
The drunken men could easily fuck
me again. I could not understand
how other women could stand and
watch the men force themselves on
me, and also why the men selected
only me.
Just then I felt a hand on my
shoulder. I turned around to see Ved,
Rajan's son. He looked at my
shivering body and said-
"Aditi aunty, you must be dying of
cold. Let's go inside and get some
heat."
Saying so, he grabbed me by my
stomach and put me on his shoulder.
He was really strong. As he did this,
there were cheers from the other
end of the pool.
"Dad can I take her in?" shouted Ved
to Rajan.
"Go ahead son, she is one hell of a
bitch", shouted Rajan.
As I struggled to get away, he
tightened his grip on me.
Simultaneously his other hand
patted my ass. As we entered the
living room, he said-
"Mom what the hell are you doing?
This is the living room. Take that man
to the bedroom."
Saying so he turned around and
started to walk away upstairs. As he
turned around, I was shocked to see
Alisha in only her black thong and
high heels, running her hand through
my husband's hair. He was totally
naked and his dick was hanging
proudly at full length. He stood on all
fours licking Alisha's feet, as she had
her other hand caressing her own
boobs.
Before I could recover from the sight,
I entered a bedroom. Ved dropped
me on to a bed and immediately
turned me around, making me sleep
on my stomach. He sat on my back
and tied my hands with two scarves
to the bed rest. Then I heard him
closing the door and putting on some
music.
"Please don't do it Ved. I am of your
mother's age. And you saw what the
men did to me downstairs. I am
really tired", I said.
I heard him smile and say, "Shut the
fuck up bitch. I have always lusted
for your body. I have talked to my
dad about it many times, but he has
refused to use his control over your
husband to set this up. Tonight I took
advantage of him being drunk.
Anyway your husband is fucking my
step-mom downstairs, so I must do
the same to you as to make the
business deal equal."
Saying so, he put a velvet blindfold
on my eyes. Almost immediately, I
felt his fingers getting inside the
waistband of the wet panty. In a
single swift motion, he peeled off the
wet undergarment from my body. I
instinctively closed together my legs,
covering my already exploited cunt.
But for some time I lay on the bed
alone, with him not around. I almost
got a shock when his hand pulled
apart my legs with a jerk and
positioned himself between them. He
lifted my lower body holding my
knees and repositioned my legs.
Now I could distinctly feel his
hardness on my ass. My abdomen
was resting on his knees. He moved
back slightly and then with a thrust,
pushed his erection into my pussy,
which was filled with the sticky
sperm of the 8 other men. He let his
tool slide in fully and stayed that
way. His manhood was really long,
but thin. It was longer than any I had
felt inside my body before. He
stretched forward and squeezed my
breasts over the wet blouse. Muffled
NO's came out of my mouth. He kept
mauling my breasts. Maybe this was
after a long time that he was with a
woman. His dick was throbbing
inside my pussy. He then stopped
the mauling and moved back.
Then I felt his hand undoing the
knots of the strings on the back of
my blouse. As the two strings were
opened up, he put his hands inside
my blouse and caressed my hanging
boobs. Keeping his hands cupping
my breasts, he started stroking his
dick. After some time, he removed
his hands over my breasts and
caught my waist. Within a couple of
minutes he was spurting inside my
pussy.

He then withdrew and I heard him

opening some door. Soon I could
hear the shower. I lay in that state
for some 10 minutes. He came out of
the bathroom and removed my
blindfold. I turned around my head to
see him standing wet and naked. His
20-year-old body was perfectly
chiseled and hairless. He even had a
shaven crotch. His limp tool was
more than 6 inches long. He got into
a T-shirt and shorts and coming to
me he said-
"You are wonderful Aditi aunty. You
can come to me anytime you want.
You know you can get any man you
want anytime. Thanks for this
wonderful time."
Saying so, he smooched me. As he
was about to open my hands, there
was a knock on the door. So Ved
opened the door slightly. It was his
friend Aziz. Ved tried to turn him
away, but he managed to get into
the room. Looking at my nude body,
he pleaded Ved to let him have me.
He said he didn't want Alisha's dirty
panties anymore. So as it had to
happen, Ved left the room and I was
fucked by another 20-year-old boy,
in the missionary position. He was
definitely a virgin. He left me in the
room soon after sex.
I dozed off after sometime. I woke up
in the morning due to the sun falling
on my body. I looked around and
found myself alone in the room. My
naked body was partially covered
with a sheet. I was hurried to cover
up my nudity as the maid entered
the room. She stole glances at me as
she started cleaning up.
"Where is Ved?" I asked her.
"There is nobody in the house.
Everyone has left for a Christmas
vacation to Australia. Don't you
know?" she replied.
I kept quiet, looking for my clothes
and at the same time covering up
my breasts with the sheet. She may
have understood my problem and
said-
"Madam, you wait here. I'll get some
of my madam's old clothes for you
before the house keeping men come
to clean up the house."
She came back with a skirt and a
sleeveless vest and a shirt. She also
had some old panties, which I
declined to wear. I got into the
clothes and wearing a spare sandal
from the shoe rack, walked to the
ground floor. I looked at the spot
where I had seen my husband with
Alisha. It reminded me of how cruel
my husband was. I looked around
and then over to the pool. It was in a
total mess. I could see my sari lying
near the very spot I was fucked.
It was almost 10:30. As I was about
to walk out of the gate, a driver
stopped me and said that he was
instructed to leave me by Ved. So I
got into the luxury Sedan. As the
driver drove me to my house, I
controlled myself from crying and
maintained a straight face. As I got
down at the gate of my building, the
driver called me and said-
"That was a good show madam. Call
me when you feel lonely."
As he drove off, I rushed up the
stairs to my house. My husband was
not in the house. That day I cried a
lot, cursing myself for being a
beautiful woman and being born in
India. Maybe this was the fate I had
to face, as I was an Indian
Housewife!!

Deepa Fucked By Father In Law

This story belongs to one Deepa Patil

as per what she chatted with me. I
like it as it's a first insect story that I
liked, I hope you too will like the
same. Next morning, my cunt was
sore. I felt a little discomfort while
walking. However, as the day
progressed the pain was replaced by
a gentle tenderness.
Even after the painful experience of
last night, I eagerly waited for the
next night. I was longing to go
through that experience again,
wanted to feel my Dinkar's cock
sloshing in my tender pussy and
then ejaculating his seeds inside my
depth. As I waited eagerly, I sensed
a wetness seeping between my
pussy lips. It was very strange; I had
never felt like that before. I was
dying to get laid again. I felt
ashamed of my lustful thoughts.
That night, I took the entire length of
his cock inside my pussy. My cunt
was still sore from the previous day's
adventure, but I didn't stop Dinkar.
He continued ramming his cock into
me and after some effort it was
completely buried in my hungry
depths. Dinkar fucked me in a slow
rhythm until he erupted inside my
cunt, like a hot lave filling it with his
hot seed. I rather liked the feeling of
his hard cock jerking and erupting
inside me.
After that day, for a just 2-3 weeks
we fucked almost daily. But his work
and late hours has already tired him
as after a month it was once a week
hardly he felt like touching me. He
gets into bed and goes in to deep
slumber even before I enter the
bedroom. It was almost after 6
months I noticed one day Sunitha
our maid going as usual to meet my
stepfather in law.

I was thinking of sex and was curious

to know what was going. I tip toed
and went to the terrace hiding
myself and was near the window to
peep what was going inside. We
were on the first floor but our terrace
was covered with Asbestos cover. I
just peeped in to see and was mad
seeing Sambhaji my father in law
seated in a big single sofa couch
with his lungi opened
on either side or Sunitha our maid
was on her knees on the soft fur
carpet sucking of my father in law's
prick, while he was playing with her
huge tits. The sight of my father in
law's prick, greatly excited me. It
was so big and thick and so proudly
standing at attention as the maid
tried to take as much of it in her
mouth.
I never thought in my wildest dream
that men have such kind of penis.
Before my marriage I thought seeing
young kids prick and feeling Dinkar's
prick which was just half of what his
father was having. I could not
believe cock is something that you
take in our mouth to pleasure a man.
The maid was sucking him furiously. I
was wet like anything. I could see my
father in law gripping her hair and
making her suck it fully.
Within 5 min he yelled "ahhhh
chuutttdddd leeee ahhhhh". I could
see his prick spitting of cum in her
mouth face and he kept on cumming
for a half a min or so and then again
she sucked him off dry licking his
balls and cock for another 5 min. I
rushed back to my room and was in
my bathroom straightaway. I finger
fucked for the first time in my life.
For the next 2 weeks I began to
notice changes in my step father-in-
law's behavior. I don't know why I
began to notice the way my
stepfather in law looked at me. I
caught him, a number of times,
staring at me in a peculiar way. He
began to seek excuses to visit the
kitchen every now and then. I
normally spent most of my time in
the kitchen or in my bedroom.
Often, I found him coming to the
kitchen on one pretext or another
and trying to talk to me. At times, I
found him staring at my bosom with
a lecherous look in his eyes. There
were certain occasions when I felt his
eyes boring into my cleavage.
Sometimes, when I passed near him,
I had a strange feeling that he had
been ogling my buttocks.
He started talking which in the
beginning were just with respect to
some work now days he was talking
about me my family my sisters and
all that stuff. I was afraid and got
suspicious what made him change.
One day as I was working in the
kitchen I tripped and fell because of
the access water on the floor. My
father in law was next to me
immediately. I was sitting on the
floor and my buttocks were hurting
as I feel slam on it. I felt his hands
came from behind and gripping me
by chest he lifted me. I immediately
tried to free myself telling him,
"babuji I am ok".
But he didn't let me go and
immediately his hands were
underneath my legs and he lifted me
so coolly and took me to my
bedroom. I always taught in my
dreams that Dinkar could be lifting
me in the same way and making love
to me. He tried to press my legs I
immediately pulled my legs telling
him that I am ok.
After that day father-in-law often use
to call me to play cards with me in
his room. He would purposely touch
my hand; arm while playing and I
could feel his glimpses were on my
breasts thru my nighty. I could see a
erection between his legs. After
seeing his cock get sucked by
Sunitha our maid I always started
getting wet sitting in front of him.
The third week after the incident
things changed more rapidly, as it
was a holi. Poor Dinkar left for his
work at his petrol pump, Father in
law too had gone out. Some of our
neighbor came to our house and
made me wet and colored me with
all the colors in their hand. They
were all women's and at the same
time I saw father in law climbing up
the stairs and he too was drenched
in color. Seeing him I went in. I was
in a nightie and that was wet.
I was about to go in to my bathroom
for a change he called me, and
started applying color to me. He
hugged me and I could feel his
hugging a bit tight and for the first
time I could feel his hard-on on my
stomach and squashing my heavy
breasts in the hug. He then kissed
my forehead. I was wet instantly and
could not control. I just excused and
rushed back to my room. That was
the first incident I literally felt his
huge manly body.
It was a hug I ached from Dinkar for
a long time. My stepfather in law was
getting close to me every now and
then on some pretax or the other.
There was an invitation from my
father's place that my second sister
was going to get engaged. It was an
instant engagement.
As usual Dinkar gave his lame
excuse of work as his manager too
was on leave and I was surprised to
come to know that father in law said
that he would accompany as it
doesn't looks good to send me alone.
We left immediately with my
stepfather in law the driver and me. I
was bit relaxed as he was sitting in
front. My father was happy to see
Sambhaji and they went out for
something.
There were lot of relatives and so I
forget about my father in law till late
night. With the function going on I
was dead tired with the long journey,
so I went to sleep in my bedroom,
back where I left almost half year
back. We had separate beds for all 3
sisters. I didn't cared about others or
even my father in law. I just need a
deep sleep.
Even before I could have come out of
my slumber, I felt hands all over me
cupping, fondling and caressing me
intimately. I was surprise and
shocked it was my father in law lying
beside me on my bed "Babuji kay kar
rahe ho pleaseeee". I hissed, fighting
to free myself from his embrace but
he was too strong for me and
somehow my inner strength was not
there.
The sudden impact of my craving
lust was just too much for me handle
at that instant. But somehow I
managed to bring my hands to his
chest and pushed with all my
strength, but again of no avail. I
think that he realized that it was a
comprising situation for me I can't do
anything right now but just to
murmur for him to stop. I didn't want
to do any kind of drama and that too
in my own house with so many
relatives around knowing that my
father in law was mauling me.
He looked into my eyes as he slid his
arms around my waist and tried to
pull me close to him, but I managed
to put my backside to him. I could
feel his hard cock against my ass. I
could visualize the same cock when
Sunitha our maid was sucking it. I
knew it was big but didn't know it
was rock solid as a hot iron rod.
As I tried to pull away from him, he
reached up and gripped my hair and
pulled my head back and kissed my
lips as I struggled against him. He
slid his tongue into my mouth as I
tried to turn my head away but he
held my head in place as chewed me
on my lower lip. As he broke off the
kiss to look into my eyes, I was filled
with lust but controlled the same and
said to him,
"Babuji Pls Aap kya kar rahe ho?
Bhagwan ke liye aisa mat karo!
Please stop." Mein apke beta ka
patni hoon hoon." But he was like an
animal at that time. He pulled my
head back and gripped one of my
arms and held it behind my back and
said to me. Kay karu jab tere maa
aur pitane mujhe is kamre sone bola
mujhe kay pata tu yeh pe yeh.
Aur teri nangi tange dekhe mera
lund ne mujhe baichan kar diya abhe
tu hi bol" Saying the same he leaned
over and kissed me hard and slid his
tongue into my mouth. He then
broke off the kiss and turned me on
my back and got over me with out
warning and while I was facing him,
kissed me hard on the lips for the
next 10 minutes.
As I was gasping for breadth, I tried
to take away my face from his hold,
he quickly put all his weight on me
pinned my arms over my head and
continued the kiss. I was suddenly
drowning into the world of desires,
desires that were never full by my
husband, but I was also feeling
shame as after all he was just like
my father, who was twice my age.
Suddenly he stopped kissing me but
kissed down my body from my
blouse, over my nipples and to my
navel. This was breaking all my limit
and I again pleaded him babuji
please yeh kya kar rahen ho aap".
But more than half of me wanted this
more than anything else as he kissed
and licked my navel. He then kissed
me down on the outside of my left
leg to my toes, moving slowly up and
down my leg kissing and licking my
leg.
I forgot I was married to his step son
and was trying to tell me that its just
harmless and after all he has done
so much for my family, what's the
harm if just wants to kiss and lick
me. But at the same time I just
couldn't believe what was
happening. His hands were on my
buttocks, feeling them, squeezing
them as he was actually caressing
me back there! I didn't know what to
do. Till now I had though that I was in
control.
Should I order him to stop, or should
I just ignore it? If I would have got
angry and shouted the whole house
will come down there. Then, I was in
two minds and said to myself I am no
slut and couldn't stand it no longer,
it was now or never or else he will
not let me even sit in the house
when we come back to Pune as if I
am all alone most of the time.
"Please babuji stop, nahi to maine
chilaungi" I said breathing heavily.
I could only stare in horrified
amazement at his grinning face in
the dark. "Please babuji" I said in a
bit harsh tone of quiet command, but
he only edged forward, and then
suddenly, grabbed me by the wrist,
pulling me close to him. His other
arm closed tightly around me, and I
was paralyzed with lust for the hug I
always wanted. "Cahlo chilao aur jor
se chilao call everyone aur sabkho
dekhne de mein tere sath kay kar
raha huw"
He taunted. "Mein teri pati ko achi
tarha se janta huw, teri jaise sexy
ladki ke liye vo chutad to bana hi
nahi. Aur tune to mera lund dekha
hi" I said "kay". He said "Deepa abh
ban mat, maine to ghat ghat ka pani
pe chuko huw, kuch hafte pahele tu
meri khidki ke bhar kay kar rahi ti I
knew my stupidity and I couldn't
believe that he knows about my
husband and me very well what is
our weakness.
Hearing no words from me after
humiliating me his hand slip down
along the curve of my waist and
once more pressed my buttock,
squeezing it intimately in a lustful
gesture. I felt totally devoid of
control over my own body and mind.
I realized that's no point in making
him afraid as in fact he was the one
who was dominating me completely.
I was barely aware of his hand
caressing my tummy, insinuating
itself into my navel, inching slowly
towards the folds of my sari. I was
feeling so much shame and also his
fingers were really tickling me so
much on my tummy that I just let my
head burry in his naked chest and
my eyes were closed. I could feel his
erect cock touching my stomach
over my sari.
I again felt his wandering hand press
against the softness of my belly and
move downwards toward my sari
folds. My sari's folds were getting
undone and I was in no position to
put them back on. Then he pulled on
my sari and pushed it to my thighs. I
thought wildly, really aware for the
first time that someone was taking
off my sari, not even my husband
had done this for me.
His hand was actually inside my
petticoat now and was edging
upwards towards my now trembling
wet cunt. I was taken aback by this
and I said to him mumbling weekly,
"Babuji, please yeh sabh mat karo
Babuji, koi a jayega," He ignored my
please, "itne rat mein kaun ayega,
aur darwaza andhar se mein teekh
tarah se band kiya hai, tu us bat ka
chinta mat kar".
He raised both my hands above my
head and pinned them firmly with
one hand. With his other hand, he
pulled on my sari till it was just a pile
of cloth at my feet. Now, I was lying
there in my thin blouse and
petticoat. I was so ashamed my
stepfather in law taking advantage
of me, but there was nothing I could
do.
Then he pulled on the strings holding
my petticoat. Pretty soon, my
petticoat was also on my thighs. "Oh,
babuji mat pleaseee ruk jao" I again
hissed, struggling wildly. My startling
thoughts had thrown me off balance,
putting me off guard, and now, this
revolting man was trying to fondle
me down. "Chinta mat kar Deepa
beta, tunhe to mera lund dekh hi
liye, is andhere mein main dekh to
nahi sakhta magar sung to sakhta
huw
He took advantage of my immobility
and eased his hand inside the flimsy
nylon protection of my panties and
slipped down to the soft, hair-
covered vagina. The fingers
hesitated there for a moment before
slipping inward and teasing slowly
into the warm moist furrow of my
pussy. A shudder coursed through
me as I felt his hard insistent fingers
down between my thighs on my
naked genitals. I felt powerless to
move.
He had forced his hand inside my
panties as I had allowed things to
get this far as and now, there was
nothing I could do about it! I felt
broken, but my mind was telling me
that I am just a victim of events
because it's all the fault of my
husband who was just not a man
enough to satisfy me. On top of that
this is the first time someone else
was cajoling my vagina so gently.
His fingers probed and searched in
my cunt folds, exploring the smooth,
slightly pulsating lips, teasing them. I
was surprised at my own reaction to
another man's hand between my
legs, but couldn't deny that the
strange fingers didn't feel bad down
there. No, it can't be! My mind
screamed, it couldn't be happening
to me. But there was no doubt about
it as I couldn't deny it.
I was beginning to Enjoy his fingers
in my pussy, and in spite of my
mind's horror, my traitorous body
was beginning to undulate gently in
time to his insistent fingers between
my thighs. My stepfather in law felt a
surge of triumph on sensing my
submission to him. There was no
denying that I was beginning to like
it as he could feel sensuous flexing
beginning inside my trembling
vagina,
and my whole body was beginning to
shiver in anticipatory pleasure. Tiny
moans of pleasure began to erupt
from my lips and I leaned more into
him. I was being subjugated by the
betrayal in my body, my will to resist
curbed by the greater mastery of
desire. His other hand was working
for the first time on my firm rounded
breast, squeezing and tweaking the
hard turgid nipple through me
blouse.
Then, with a sudden upward
movement between my legs, he
ground his fingers hard into the
wetly throbbing opening of my cuntal
passage and wormed their stubby
tips far up inside me. "Oohhhhh I
moaned, jolted by the searing entry
of his hard fingers. His fingers
continued their wild rotator
plundering inside me, and I felt weird
new sensations flow through my
body.
Oh this is better than when I did it
myself as I thought helplessly in the
daze of my passion, as I pressed my
now hungrily pulsating clitoral bud
down on the relieving hardness of his
hand. And suddenly, I was there, in
that unreachable nest, gliding down
into a feather soft resting place.
"Oooohhhhh I chanted by pressing
my mouth on his hairy sweaty chest,
I'm cumming babujiiii ohhhhh my
hips were jerking in a heated rhythm,
and I was smashing my vagina down
onto his tiring hand in ceaseless
motion, and my hotly seeping pussy
juices simmered down onto his
fingers and lubricated them
completely as they continued to
instigate new and exciting pleasure
inside me.
Then, finally, when the heated
sensations of passion had subsided
and my body was reduced to
convulsive twitching, a blanketing
peace came over me. My body was
telling me that I deserve to be loved.
After all I never what was a orgasm it
was just because of my stepfather in
law who gave me my first orgasm
but at the same time my mind was
just not ready to go down to such
level,
that too getting a orgasm being
nude with my husband's father as I
knew it was real trouble once I am
back in Pune. Before I could come to
my senses I could see in the dark as
he started removing his clothes. I
was lying on my back with my leg
slightly bent at the knee. He then
lied close to me started to kiss my
neck, ears and nipples over my
blouse.
I was not aware of it when he eased
on me. I realized this was not over
when he lifted my hips, and started
pulling my panties down and over
my hips and slid down my legs.
Slowly, father in law parted my
thighs apart, bending and raising the
right knee to give him even easier
access to my sweet young un-fucked
pussy by a real man.
Then, with quickening breath, he
knelt between my ankles and stared
with hungry eyes at my soft pubic
hair and my cunt. I felt as if my cunt
called out, begged to be touched, to
be kissed, and to be eaten. The
hardness of his throbbing bare prick
rubbed against my ankles and I
thought my! Its certainly is so hot
and hard. I could feel the warmth of
his palms on my inner thighs as his
hands pushed them even further
apart.
It was not until my smooth young
legs were completely widespread
that I began to regain some
semblance of consciousness, and
even then I was incapable of
evaluating completely what was
happening to me. I knew my naked
body has surrendered to my
husband's father, and my legs were
spread wide apart, that warm hands
were stroking the insides of my
thighs. Everything felt wonderful.
He paused a moment, waiting for
some protest, then felt my
momentarily stiffened legs relax and
fall limply open again. He grinned
and licked his lips as if I either knew
or I didn't know what he was about
to do. Either way, I was permitting
him to go ahead. He stroked my
inner thighs gently but didn't say
anything in my response.
He only knelt above me now, his face
twisted in hungry passion. My eyes
first time trailed down his broad
chest and flat stomach to his erect
penis that stood out like a pole from
his dark curly path of pubic hairs. His
hand began to stroke his cock,Ab
meri bari yeh, meri jaaan, Father in
law said, watching my face with
distress.
"I'm going to fuck you, aur jab mera
lund puri tarah teri choot ki andhar
jayega tujhe satva asman ke kushi
meh sus hogi, His obscene words
both frightened and excited me. I
was shocked when he took my both
hands and placed it on his cock. Oh
gawd it was such a hot monstrous
rod just by feeling it, he parted my
legs further and told me, "Chal ise
apni chut ki darshan karwa de"
I was terrified just hold it and said
"Oh, no babuji no Please maine
nahin kar sakthi" "Do it, jaldi" he
said, softly but firmly. I started to
protest, but when I encountered his
hot throbbing rod I just felt like
leaving it, "Ohhhhh Gawdddd, I
moaned, as my fingers tightened
around the thick fleshy hardness "Go
on Deepaaa," he whispered, lowering
his hips between my widespread
thighs. Jis tar se dalna chati yeh us
tarah se dal de teri choot mein."
I didn't think any more about what
was happening as I guided the fleshy
shaft to the drenched mouth of my
wet pussy. The thick, bulbous head
surged between my cunt lips, then
pressed slightly inward, causing
shivers of new unwanted pleasure to
surge through my abdomen. I didn't
move as I felt the pressure increase
and my small, wet cunt opening
starting to stretch.
Perhaps the sensation I felt could be
called pain, but it was pain with an
indescribably sweetness, so
gooooood, not really pain, but killing
pain with pleasure. Oooohhhh,
Deepaaa you're so tight," Father in
law breathed. "Dinkar ne abh talak
tumhare sath kuch kiya ki nahin, He
pushed again, and the ponderous
head slowly pressed into my wet, hot
opening. I was so well lubricated
from his finger fucking and on my
own that he knew it would be good
for me too.
It was wonderful as I felt the full
length of his hardness scraping at
every hidden spot of delight within
my pussy, and felt his cock head
hammering at the portals of my
untouched little womb. Slowly he
thrust into me, inch by inch, until he
just jerked his hips forward in one
final thrust and his hard hot cock
roared into previously untouched
territories of my most sacred;
treasure what my religious mother
had always called my most precious
sanctuary which was going to be just
for my husband. Aaaahhhh, I
moaned loudly, as the lust-hardened
pole of father in law surged deeper
into me than I could have imagined.
My father-in-law led me almost to
the bursting point and I could
actually feel every muscular edges
of his cock through the hot
moistened walls of my vagina,
while I could hardly feel anything
when his own son's cock was in me.
He lay still for a moment as my
passage became accustomed to his
barbaric rod, the whimpers of pain
and protest gradually changed to
little chants of pleasure. Father in
law started rotating his hips, grinding
his cock against my vagina until the
mushroomed head was beating
relentlessly against my hot pulsing
cervix.
He rocked above me, thrusting with
long, smooth motions, rising and
falling, rising and falling. I had begun
moving my hips in unison with his
simultaneous harmony. Already I felt
tremendous jolts of pleasure arcing
throughout my abdomen. Already
my body was feeling more than I had
ever dreamt possible. My mouth
opened and closed in wordless
moans.
My neck tendons swelled, then grew
taut, with the hoarse panting of
carnal joy. His giant throbbing cock
buried deep inside my pulsating
cunt. No longer did I think of
anything, of my husband, my
parents who were under the same
floor my sister who was going to get
engaged in the morning or any
morals or anything.
I just loved his cock moving in and
out of my cunt which my body
reacted and greedily sought more
and more pleasure, and the obscene
words boiled out of my, ohhh babujiii
ahhh. I found my knees clenching
and unclenching around his muscular
buttocks with each powerful thrust of
his wonderful cock.
He reached down and wrapped his
arm under my head and pushing his
sweating face down toward mine,
and his tongue shot deep into my
mouth, in a wild semblance of oral
tongue flickering. He jammed me
with ever increasing force as my
tightly locked young vagina
continued to pour out hot lubricant,
lengthening his stroke, drawing his
huge rod almost out of the fleshy,
moisture drenched sheath, and then
plunging downward in quickening
strokes as my cunt hungrily
devoured it aaaaaggghhhhhhhh," I
moaned as his cock slammed into
and brushed past the cervix, gasping
and coughing with each inhalation
into my tortured lungs. The wildly
fucking Babuji's sperm inflated balls
slapped hard down against the
nakedness of my anus.
He began ramming me with
increasing fury, wanting to bring me
to orgasm before he himself, came. I
screwed my tongue into his throat in
unison with each new thrust that
buried his burning cock deeper. I
pulled my legs back even higher,
offering him more and more of my
greedy little cunt. I was uttered
surprised when his hand slipped
down beneath my buttocks and
teased at the flexing hole of my tiny
puckered anus.
"Aaaaggghhhh oh, yes! I just
couldn't believe till that time if that
too was that pleasurable for men's. I
have heard when I was in school
about double cassette player but
knew that you can play both side of
the cassette that gives you pleasure.
I rotated my ass down hungrily
against his finger as it surged inside
my asshole, which was a totally new
pleasure for me.
My first impression was again of that
same sweet pleasure pain as I felt
his finger sink into my rectal passage
and begin moving in and out in time
with the thrusts of his penis. The
pain became pleasure, pure
pleasure.
I began grinding up and down on
impaling instruments, my toes flexed
and splayed out, my full firm breasts
heaving beneath him. Then my eyes
opened wide in disbelief as I felt the
first beginnings of the second
orgasm of my life. Father in law
grunted and hammered even deeper
as he felt the walls of my vagina
seeping the warm, sticky fluid of my
climax. Then I was screaming, "Yes
oooohhhh yyyesssss."
I convulsed beneath him, my mouth
and cunt both sucking furiously, my
panting rasping breath breaking into
great gasping sobs, my pussy
clenching and actually milking him
and my asshole expanding and
contracting against his already
deeply imbedded finger. Father in
law was caught unaware of my
sudden climax, and he thrust deeper
into my vagina and anus, forcing my
tortured crotch even wider.
He fucked into me wildly now, as if
ready to explode at any second.
Then, blessed relief. He gasped as I
felt the sudden surging waves of his
boiling sperm shoot like a hot lave
bursting from his penis, and he was
instantly lost as powerful surges of
his semen spewed deep into the hot
dark heart of my womb, contracting
my little belly to the bursting point.
The walls of my vagina continued to
suck his penis milking, squeezing,
massaging, clasping and unclasping
to drain out every drop of his hotly
cascading semen. My wildly fucked
young body suddenly fell back on to
the bed, my belly still rippling from
the aftermath of upheaval. Never
had such blissful experienced that
too by my own father-in-law who led
completely from start to end making
me a woman finally.
We lay there in quiet contentment in
each other's arms for along, long
time. Then Father in law looked over
at me. I had a pained expression on
my face. "Kay huwa Deepa. Mujhe
tere ma ke sukhriya karna chaiye jo
mujhe is kamre sone ke liye bola.
Warna yeh rat itni jaldi nahi ati ti,
kuy deepa,". I had question mark
thinking was he thinking, of fucking
me from that day when I saw him
getting sucked by our maid Sunitha.
I didn't knew when I slept and when I
got up early in the morning, I was full
nude might be for the first I could
see my father in law sleeping on my
sister's bed on the other side. I
quickly wore my clothes and rushed
out to avoid any contact. I knew this
was just the beginning but still I
knew it was not correct. All through
the day I dint made an eye contact
with him at all.
Around 3 when the function was over
he told my father that we have to
leave. I was terrifying to the fact
what next. My father pleaded to wait
but, father in law said that he has to
leave and could take me along and
after I didn't believe what he said. I
heard him saying that there is some
important meeting with a lawyer and
I too also have to be present out
there.
My father had no alternative to let us
go. I got a bit relief when he sat with
the driver but all through the way he
started looking back and talking to
me various things which had no
resemblance to anything teasing me
about the night saying something
else in a double language. While
looking back I could look into his
eyes mauling my body from each
and every angle.
We started at 3:35 pm from Satara
and where back at Pune at 6:00 pm.
I was hungry and told him if we can
have something out as there won't
be anything in the house. He
teasingly told me, "what I want I cant
have it here Deepa beta, you know
that". Hearing that I was shocked
and was really tensed, as I knew it
was going to be more then 3 to 4
hours before Dinkar comes back
from the Petrol pump.
He never came before 9:30 pm till
date and some time as late as 11
pm. He took me too a restaurant
near our Apartment and hurried me
to eat soon. At 7:15 pm we were in
our Apartment. The moment door
was opened I rushed to my room and
closed myself in my bathroom. I took
my bath and was trembling to get
out. I could hear my father in law
calling me.
The sound became louder as he was
close to my bedroom. I said to him, "I
am taking a bath". I said reluctantly. I
stayed in the bathroom for some
time hoping that he would not call
me again. I came out and wore my
Salwar suit instead of a gown so that
I didn't want to tempt him for any
reason. I heard him scream again
"Deepa." "Yes?" I replied unwillingly.
"Can you come over here? I came
out and was shocked to see him just
outside my bedroom door in a lungi
and t-shirt. Out of my whole time in
this house I saw him just few times
in his lungi. He came near me and
said, "I want to talk to you." Yes
babuji." I was frightened as I could
see in his ears what he wants to talk.
His hands came over my shoulder.
I immediately rushed the other side
and he said to me, "Kya huwa,
Please babuji, don't do thing, its
wrong," I pleaded him. I could see he
was about to attack me, but he
controlled himself. Listen, Deepa
what is wrong, if it was wrong then it
could have never happened right
beta."
"Please babuji ap mujhe beta bolkar
yeh sabh karna chata hai, maine
apka beta ka patni is ghar ki bahuw.
He gave a mean look at me and said
"he is not my son you know that, tu
is ghar ki bahuw jaroor yeh, use
pahele tu ek aurat aur maine ek
mard, aur asal mard kal rat ko tujhe
pata chala yeh.
Aur ek bat bolta huw tujhe yeh ghar
mera hai aur mujhe mere ghar pe jo
karna hai koi use koi rokh nahi
sakhta, Taken aback by his sudden
change in his style, I was shocked.
He lunged at me. I tried to dodge
him, but he was fast. He grabbed my
arm. "Babuji please Dinkar a jayega."
I pleaded, struggling to get free from
his grip.
He lifted my petite body in his arms
and I was stunned as he took me to
his bedroom, which was, almost 15-
20 steps from where we were
standing and dropped me on his bed.
Now Deepa, kay bok rahi ti? I like a
fool said to him "Please babuji abhi
mat Dinkar a jayega" He gave me a
lewd grin "are tu uska chinta chodh
9:30 10 baje se pahle to kabhi aya
nahi aur abhi to 8 bhi nahi baja hai"
I was stunned that such crude words
were coming from the mouth of my
step father-in-law. No, mera vo
matlab nahi ta, mujhe jane do babuji
yeh samband tikh nahi". I tried to get
off his bed; but he grabbed me again
and pushed me back on his bed.
Babuji mein Dinkar bol dungi." As a
final resort, I tried to threaten him
hoping that it would work.
Abhe rand" his voice suddenly filled
with menacing tone, "Terko kay lagta
vo rand ka beta mera kuch ukad
sakhta hain, Dinkar to khud bhigi bili
tarah chup kada rahta hainaaa vo
mera kay ukadegaaaa aur tera pita
to khud mere karz mein dube pade
yehaaa aur jayda nakre kiya to dono
ko ghar se bhar kar dunga kal rat koi
nakhra nahi kiya jab mere lund apni
chutiya se chudwate waqtaaa abhi
kuy nakra kar rahi yeh tik nahi yeh
aur vo tikh nahi hai"
I was shocked and couldn't
understand I gave him a terrified
look; nothing came out of my lips
and just wondered about my
foolishness about last night. A fear
began to grip me. Dinkar's kuch kam
ka nahi yeh, you know that very
well;" Step father-in-law chewed
every word he spoke. "If I kick you
out, do you think he'll be able to look
after you? Tears began to stream
down my cheeks. I knew there was
nothing that could stop from what
happened last night.
His eyes were burning with lust, "
God knows how long I've been
dreaming about you, aur jis dinse
tujhe kidki pe dekhaaaa¦ usi din
maine Sunitha ko bola ta yekin nahin
to puch ke le useaaaa tujhe to roj
chodunga. I stared at his lust filled
face. I was shocked he talked about
fucking me to our maid. Dekh Deepa
mujhe tu chaiye, ladikya to bot milte
haie tujhe pata hai, par apne bahu
yeh dost ke beti ko chodne ke maza
hi kuch or yeh"
His voice was suddenly softer. "Dekh
maine tujhe achi college mein bhi
barti karne kar soch liye, ekin nahi
ata yeh to apne pita ko phone karke
puch lena. Maine yeh nahi chata ki to
us khute ke barose mein Zindagi
bita. College jake pad likhe apne
pairo pe khadi ho ja aur mujhe yeh
to barosa hone de meri itna badi
jaydad kisi kabil hathon mein soupah
du"
I didn't believed a single word of
what he was saying, but deep in my
heart, I was aware that he was
probably correct in one thing. My
introvert and meek husband was no
match for his father's dominance. I
didn't understand why he called him
a rand's son. With my husband's
position I doubted that he would be
able to look after us if thrown out of
his stepfather's house. I dared not
think what would happen if I had to
move out of the house.
So kay soch rahi ho, apne ageka
khoobsurat zindagi khi bar mein?
Babuji phir bhi yeh tikh nahi?" I gave
him a resigned look. His lips spread
in a leering smile. "Come on deepa
kuy nakhre kar rahi ho." He pushed
me back on the bed. He reached his
hand between my legs. I felt his
hand groping between my thighs,
roaming over my pussy.
He fumbled to locate the cord of my
Salwar and when he found it, he
undid it. He then grabbed the cloth
and pushed it off my thighs. No
please babuji." I gave him an
undesired pleading. I closed my eyes
in utter shame. He pulled the Salwar
off my leg and tossed it aside. His
hand was now moving over my
naked thighs. I felt his hands groping
at my panties. Without waiting, he
pulled them off too.
He then lifted the hem of my Kurta
and exposed my naked cunt. His
bulging eyes were glued to my
exposed pussy telling me, "kal
andhere mein ise dekhne nahi mila".
He was slowly wetting his lips with
his tongue. My face turned red with
utmost shame and disgust. I was so
assured that not even once Dinkar
saw me the way his stepfather was
looking at my naked body.
I was lying on my step father-in-law's
bed with my lower half completely
bare, my step father-in-law lustily
gazing at my hairy pussy. He yanked
off his lungi and held his cock
looking in my eyes directly and then
looking at his cock raising his
eyebrows and telling me how it is.
My heart was beating seeing his
thick rod in light and so close, with
his pink cock head gleaming with his
white cum.
He watched this with an amazed look
in his eyes. His removed of his t-shirt
and gawd he was handsome with all
that muscles he looked a true man to
me after seeing the saggy body of
my husband. He was just 38 or might
be 39 and was pretty young. In no
angle I felt as if he was stepfather of
my husband.
I felt his hand roaming over my
pussy slowly. He forced my legs
apart and spread them wide. Then
his fingers touched my pussy. He
spread my cunt lips. My body
twitched when his index finger
touched my inner labia. Come on,
Deepa kay huwa abh" I felt his hot
breath over my cheeks as his lips
touched my lips.
"Mujhe malum hai tumh kal rat ko
buli nahi, mujhe malum yeh teri
choot tadap raha yeh mera lund ke
liye. He whispered in my ear and
then laughed lecherously. His fingers
continued rummaging through my
bushy cunt. "Oh gad, what a wet
cunt you have He muttered to
himself. He withdrew his hand from
my cunt and positioned himself
between my wide spread legs.
He took his cock between in his fist
and began running the inflated head
over my slit. My mind began to revolt
again, just like last night. This place
was reserved only for my beloved
husband, and now none other than
his own father was violating it so
wantonly. He laughed like a maniac
and parting my legs he positioned
himself between my thighs.
I felt his cock head nudging between
my pussy lips. He gripped his cock,
and placed the tip at the entrance of
my cunt. I felt my pussy lips spread
to accommodate the intruding organ
yet again. He pushed forward. His
cock entered mercilessly inside my
cunt. I felt a sharp twinge of pain
between my thighs; and I cried
loudly.
It was paining, last night he made
me cum and there was a lot of
lubrication, today he was tearing me
into two with his mighty cock. The
pain caused tears in my eyes. I found
his face grinning just above mine,
staring into my eyes. When he found
me looking in his eyes, he smiled
lewdly and gave a massive thrust.
His mammoth hardness tore into me.
It felt like a burning rod entering
between my thighs.
No please," I wailed with pain please
nikal do babuji dukh raha hai aaj. He
laughed instead of caring for me
"Stop crying, agar nakre nahi karti ti
to abh talak tere choot meing
ungliya dal ke mast gila kardeta ta,
tujhe taqlib bhi nahi hota. Ahhh bol
kal rat koi taklib huwi ti kay. He bent
his head and kissed me. He held still
for some time enjoying the feel of his
long thick tool resting inside my
hurting pussy.
Then he withdrew his cock until only
the tip remained inside. The pain
eased a little. He pushed again
ramming his massive hardness deep
into my pussy. I yelled again. "Aah
Deepa what a tight cunt." He gave
me a lecherous grip, He began
fucking me with long strokes.
Realizing that he would not listen to
my cries; I resigned myself to my
fate.
He didn't relent and continued
plundering my pussy with hard
strokes. With every passing second,
his humping got wilder. He fucked
me harder and harder, and my
crying turned to moaning and my
heart was lustful just like last night.
Slowly the pain began to ease off;
my cunt got adjusted to his savage
thrusting.
His rough thrusting cock made me so
wet and gave his prick the
lubrication it needed. My body began
to respond to his humping. He was
groaning and grunting. He continued
fucking my pussy, with every stroke,
his humping got more and more
ferocious. Finally, he cried loudly,
and plunged his cock all the way
inside my pussy.
I felt his cock swell inside me, jerk
violently and spurt his hot molten
seed inside the soft folds of my cunt
yet again. It yet felt like hot lava
surging in my cunt inundating my
soft enclave. He slumped over me;
his face pressed between my
breasts, which were still hidden
beneath the kurta. He was panting
with the effort.
Surprisingly, I could also hear my
own heavy breathing at the same
time and on top there was the
telephone ringing. His cock was till in
me and he made no attempt to take
it out. I pushed him back. His cock
came out with a loud popping sound.
His thick cock juice that was till now
trapped inside my cunt began to
ooze out of my hairy cunt.
I got off his bed hurriedly and rushed
out to pick the phone. It was Dinkar I
was breathing heavily and he asked
me what happened. I told him a lie I
was on the terrace and came
running that's why I was breathing
heavily. He told he just checked to
see if we are back and whether to
get food. I told him that we had our
food just before we came and he can
get his.
He told that he is going out with his
friend have his food with him and
come home around 11. I pleaded him
to get his food also told him that I
will cook for him and all that stuff.
He just ignored the same telling me
that he will be back as soon as
possible and to ask Father in law if
he wants something. I told him he is
already sleeping.
He kept the phone and I just came to
sense that my Pajamas and panties
where in Father in laws bedroom. I
rushed to my bathroom. I undressed
removing my kurta and bra. I started
the shower and stood underneath,
letting the shower's cold water pour
over my heated body. I could feel my
step father-in-law's cum rinsing off
my thighs with the water.
I realized that my body was still
trembling of fear and lust. I was in
fear to know how to spend rest my
life with him. I knew that I could not
tell Dinkar of what had happened
with me. No matter he was a jerk but
still he was my husband. I felt I was
fool to see what the fuck was going
in his room. Still I was shocked to
know that I allowed him to do all that
stuff in my own house.
I should have told him on the first
occasion itself; no matter all my
family coming to know what was
going on after they were the one
who sent him, my so called fucking
father in law in my room. I cursed
myself. I came out of my bathroom
just tugging my towel and was
shocked to see that my stepfather-in-
law was lying on the edge of the
bed, facing the bathroom with his
legs on the ground.
His legs were wide open, and he was
sporting another massive erection. I
told you Deepa, and sorry to say that
your jerky husband has no respect
love for you, teri tadap ka usse koi
matlab nahi yeh," He smiled
lecherously. "Aur ise dekh he still
needs you." Life is really strange. I
was reading a story in ISS about
Nilofer. How she was sleeping with
both her husband and father in law.
Wondering how can a similar
incident happen so similar in others
life too. Similarity out here for me
was just in the beginning and then I
had to change and adapt to the
society. There were many stories
about Father in law fucking their
daughter in law, this one really
impressed me and I am writing it
down regarding a 60-70 % similar
incident about me.
My name is Deepa Patil before
marriage and even after marriage it
is Patil. I am from Satara born and
brought up in poor family of farmer. I
was the eldest and had two sisters.
We hardly had anything what I call it
as a life style, but my upbringing was
very strict. The moment I finished
my 10+2 and I was just 18, I was
married off to Dinkar Patil who too
was just 19 years of age.
He was from Pune. I got married in
1990. The moment I came to Pune
then only came to know that there
was no women in the house other
then me. The house was lavish it was
double flat made into one by Mr.
Sambhaji Patil who happens to be
my step father in law who like to
spend lavishly and live a life.
My Father in law Sambhaji Patil or
stepfather in law was a widower and
he happened to be the one who
helped my father with lots of money,
which I already knew the same
before marriage. In spite of knowing
Dinkar has not even cleared 8th std I
was married off just because there
were rich.
Dinkar was very introvert person and
top of that he happened to be the
stepson of Sambhaji my father in law
who was very shrewd mean person
at least with Dinkar and even with
others. He made a living with rent
and investment. He had 12 shops in
prime location and 7 flats and a
petrol pump.
In fact Sambhaji was working at my
husband's fathers office 10 years
back and Dinkar's real father met
with a car accident. Dinkar too was
there and his father's loss has made
him somewhat mentally unfit for
anything and everything is what he
told me. Dinkar hardly finished his
school. Sambhaji married my mother
in law and took over the company
and all her property in his name.
To tell about Sambhaji Patil he was
just 38 years of age and I was really
surprised that a middle aged man
with no family and just a stepson,
never wanting to get married was
always a question mark for me. I
came to know he was a very mean
person because he was sexually
involved with lot of women and even
later on I came to know why our
maid dressed very modern.
I was shocked to know from Dinkar
my husband she wasn't a maid she
was coming just to satisfy him. For
him women were just for pleasure
and nothing else. In fact this I came
to know slowly and steadily after
convincing Dinkar regarding the
same. I also came to know that he
was very much afraid of him.
Dinkar himself with a 2 months of
marriage was telling himself that he
was just a jerk as his stepfather has
kept him in his control fully. He was
afraid because he didn't have
anything; and he just completed 7th
std. And always afraid of his father
which was close secret which he
never told me in spite of convincing
him a lot. Dinkar goes early in the
morning around 9 to 10 am to
manage the petrol pump.
He uses to come pretty late in the
evening around 9 pm or 10 pm. Then
our maid Sunitha around 11 am
come, hardly does any work and
spends most of the afternoon in my
father in law's room. I never dared to
enter the same. But just like Nilofer, I
had nothing that a woman needs to
call herself happily married.
I was living first coming to know
what my father will tell every
evening once he comes from his
work his ethics principal and now
thinking what my husband will come
and tell as he was very emotional
coward and making a loss even by a
penny was getting yell of scolding
from his dad and was always afraid
and all that stuff what you don't feel
your man should be called.
But till 6 months of marriage I too
never ever in my wildest dreams
imagined having an affair with
another man in spite of the entire
problem I faced with my husband.
After all as per my mother he was
God and he is the one who can do
tell anything to me. As per her
mentally physically financially I
belonged to him, and all that stuff.
In my wildest dream I never thought
I could have an affair that too to
begin with my own step father-in-
law. Here too I would like to add that
it was kind of forced onto me
initially, but later on I must admit I
too began enjoying it. My
relationship with my step father-in-
law and is still continuing as on
today that is after 18 years.
Dinkar too knows about it as my step
father in law had fucked me in front
of him might be more then 100 times
till now. But in my life this, weren't
the two men who ravished my body.
There were others who had fucked
me in the presence of my stepfather
in law who loved to see me getting
humped by others.
This all happened because of my
Dinkar my godly husband. The first
night of our marriage was
unthinkable event. When I was in our
bedroom for the first night I was
really excited. Dinkar hugged me on
the bed. He kissed me; we talked in
slow whispers for some time, I still
remember the feeling of utter shame
when he began to strip me. I made
him switch off all the lights before he
proceeded to undo my clothes.
After removing my clothes, he
stripped hurriedly. In the complete
darkness of our bedroom, I heard the
rustling of his clothes and felt his
presence only when he got between
my legs. Then his cock poked at my
virgin pussy. Both of us were virgins.
Dinkar tried to insert his cock into
my pussy clumsily. After some
fumbling, he was able to insert his
cock head into my pussy and I cried
with pain.
He stopped pushing further, but
didn't pull his cock out of my pussy.
After waiting for my pain to subside,
he began to move his hips gently in
and out of my pussy. Dinkar fucked
me with only his cock head inside my
pussy. It was painful at the
beginning, but soon the pain began
to recede, and an unusual feeling of
rapture began to overwhelm my
body. Dinkar didn't push his cock
further.
I could feel his cock head moving in
and out of my cunt and then all of a
sudden he erupted. His hot cum
spilled mostly over my cunt lips and
soaked my thick bush. It was a thick
hot sticky liquid, and on that first
occasion it didn't appear very
pleasant. Dinkar immediately
withdrew his cock and rolled off me. I
grabbed my clothes and rushed to
the bathroom.
I washed the thick gluey liquid that
was sticking to my pussy and my
dense bush. There was also some
blood mixed with cum that oozed out
of my pussy. Before coming out, I put
my clothes back on. Dinkar had
already dozed off.