I am Pavani and this is an account of

my sexual exploits after marriage.

During the years I spent studying in

the US, I had dated many men —
white, black, Asian and Indian. My
favorites were the blacks with their
long and broad dicks that filled my
tight teen pussy, their stamina to
fuck me for hours making me cum
multiple times and their ability to
cum again and again unlike the
Indian guys who didn’t last more
than a couple minutes and couldn’t
get it up again after they came.

But coming from a traditional Indian

family, I had to marry Rahul at the
age of 21, immediately after I
completed college.

Rahul was 24 years old and came

from a Zamindar family. He was the
older son of Rt. Col. Ravindra Thakur,
a wealthy, 50 year old battle-
hardened army man who had now
retired to their ancestral village,
inherited the family farm and had
grown the family business
considerably since his retirement.

His wife, Shalini, had passed away a

few years ago, prompting him to
take early retirement so he could
take care of the family and his kids.

Rahul’s younger brother, Ajay was a

19-year old college student and a
state-level weight-lifter.

Rahul and I returned to the US for a

few months after our wedding in
India for an extended honeymoon
when tragedy struck. Rahul was
paralyzed waist down after an
accident and we decided to return to
India to be with family.
My life had gone from being sexually
vibrant and fulfilling to completely
dry in a matter of months. What
made matters worse was that I was
living in a house full of men —
Rahul’s father and brother were both
extremely handsome men. Besides
Radha, a 27 year old maid, all the
other help — from gardener to
employees in the family business
were all men of different ages.

I started helping out in domestic

work like cooking and laundry. It was
a way for me to connect with the
only other woman in the house and
make a new friend. While doing
laundry one day, I noticed cum
stains on one of the underwear and
wondered whether it was Rahul’s
brother’s or father’s.

By then, Radha and I had become

good friends and were comfortable
discussing sexual topics with each
other.

She was amazed at my sexual

exploits in the US. One day, she
confessed to me that she had lost
her virginity to Rahul’s dad, who had
forced himself on her 9 years ago,
when she was just 18 and had
started working at their place. While
she had technically been raped,
Radha said that Rahul’s dad had
actually made passionate love to
her, making her cum many times
before he took her virginity and
pounded her pussy all night long.
She didn’t hold any ill-feelings and
felt he was a very considerate and
gentle lover and she enjoyed being
fucked by him.

She also confessed that the only

other lover she had known was Ajay,
who she said was insatiable and
could go on and on for hours and
could fuck her many times a day.

So, when I found the cum-stained

underwear, I showed it to Radha.
Embarrassed and red-faced, she said
it was Rahul’s dad’s, who often
masturbated and cleaned himself
with his underwear when there were
others in the house and he couldn’t
risk fucking Radha to relieve himself.

All this talk, being surrounded by

strapping young men and lots of
testosterone but no action was not
easy for me to digest and I started
fantasizing about the men around
me, masturbating to thoughts of
being fucked by them to satisfy my
sexual needs.

One day, the shower in my bathroom

wasn’t working. Rahul’s dad was out
in the farm working, so I decided to
use his. I didn’t bother locking the
shower door knowing he wasn’t
home. But using the shower where I
knew he stood naked made me
horny and I masturbated while
showering.

After my shower, I draped myself in

one of the sheer white wearable
towels I had got from the US. As I
stepped out of the bathroom, I saw
my father-in-law with his pants
down, rubbing my panties against
his hard dick. His back was turned
towards me, so he didn’t know I
could see him. His cock was easily
9″ long and as wide as many of the
black cocks I had experienced before
marriage and I knew I had to have
him in me.

I was so overcome by lust that I

didn’t think of consequences or
others in the house. All I could think
of was how his cock would feel in
me. Involuntarily, my fingers found
my pussy and I started rubbing
myself, watching him masturbate on
my panties.

I must have moaned because he

suddenly turned towards me with
both shame and lust in his eyes.

“Bahu!” he exclaimed in shock at

being caught

I knew I looked sexy in my dripping

wet semi-transparent towel that
didn’t hide anything and I saw him
staring at my body hungrily, his hard
cock pointing straight at me. My
white lace panties hanging from it.

Both of us stared at each other for a

long time, unable to act on the
growing sexual hunger each of us
was feeling.
The fact that I didn’t scold him or
react angrily must have encouraged
him, because eventually he walked
up to me, grabbed my wrist and
pulled my hand away from my pussy.
Taking my fingers in his mouth, he
sucked them, tasting my wetness.

“I am sorry bahu, but you are

beautiful” he said.

“It’s ok papaji”, I replied with a fake

shyness, hiding my growing lust.

Overcome with desire, he pulled me

to him and kissed my lips hard. I
opened my mouth and responded
with all the pent-up passion and
hunger. Our tongues met in a wet
hungry kiss and we were kissing
noisily and hungrily. His hand cupped
my breast and squeezed making me
moan.
“Nahin papaji” I protested half-
heartedly, breaking the kiss.

“I am sorry beta, but I can’t stop

myself now” he said, kissing me
again.

His fingers circled my nipple before

gently pinching it. With his other
hand, he grabbed my butt and thrust
his hardness against my groin.

My pussy was gushing with my juices

and I couldn’t wait for his hardness
to pound me. I ran my fingers
through his hair and caressed his
face as I kissed him hard and deep.

We must have kissed for at least five

minutes with his rough hands
exploring my body and touching me
everywhere. I was exploring his hard
body too and soon my hands found
his cock. I started stroking him with
one hand while I caressed his balls
with the other. He groaned and
eventually broke the kiss.

Releasing his cock and balls and

stood back red-faced. “Sorry papaji,
this is wrong” I said, hoping he would
ignore my protests.

“No beta, I know after Rahul’s

accident, you probably haven’t had a
man. It’s ok” he said, justifying his
lust for his daughter-in-law to
himself.

He made me sit down with his

hardness pointed at my face.

“It’s ok beta...” he said again,

grabbing my hair and guiding my
mouth towards his dick.

I kissed the tip of his dick and ticked

it with my tongue. He threw his head
back and closed his eyes.

“Aaaaah…mooh me lo beta” he
groaned.

Taking his shaft in my mouth, I

sucked him hungrily, caressing his
balls with my hands. My saliva was
dripping from his shaft as I sucked
him hard. I could feel the veins
around his hard shaft against my
tongue as I sucked him.

He stopped me after a few minutes,

and made me stand up. My saliva
still dripping from his dick as I
released it and stood up.

“I want you” he said hoarsely, threw

me on the bed and climbed on top of
me.

“Papaji nahin” I said, while my hands

pulled him to me.

He resumed kissing my mouth while

taking the towel off one shoulder and
exposing one of my breasts.

He licked all over my face, my neck

and chest before he licked my
exposed pink nipple.

“You are so beautiful, I want to lick

you all over” he said.

“Yes, papaji” I moaned.

My nipple was already hard and he

pulled on it and released it, making
my boob jiggle. He did that a few
times before hungrily taking half my
boob in his mouth and sucking it. He
took the towel off me completely and
I lay there on my father-in-law’s bed
completely naked, with him on top of
me sucking my nipple like a baby. He
squeezed the other breast again and
again, in rhythm with sucking my
nipple.

“Zor se papaji” I groaned in delight

with feelings I hadn’t felt for months.

Encouraged, he bit the nipple and

sucked it even harder. He took turns
sucking each nipple for 5-10
minutes. During this time, his hands
caressed and massaged my pussy.

“Yeh galat hai papaji” I was saying,

but my hand was guiding his fingers
inside my pussy.

“You need this beta and I know you

are enjoying it”, he said as he
entered me with two fingers and
fucked me with his fingers.

“Yes papaji, yes, yes, yes, aur zor se”

I said as I felt his fingers take me
towards an orgasm.

I was thrusting my hips to the

growing tempo of his fingers
thrusting hard in and out of my
pussy.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh” I
screamed and arched my back as I
came with a massive orgasm,
soaking his fingers completely with
my cum.

He kissed my mouth and kept his

fingers in my pussy till my orgasm
passed. Then he licked his fingers
hungrily, enjoying the taste of my
cum.

“Kitni meethi ho beta...” he said after

licking my juices off his fingers, “I
want to eat your pussy.”

With that, he spread my legs wide

and started kissing and licking the
inside of my thighs. He licked all
around my pussy which was wet with
my juices. He bit into the soft flesh
around my pussy before running his
tongue up and down my opening.

Taking my pussy in his mouth, he bit

my pussy wall and sucked it. Pulling
it with his lips and releasing it
repeatedly.

I grabbed his head and thrust my

pussy into his face.

“Don’t tease me papaji, just take

me” I groaned.

He slid his tongue inside me while

continuing to suck my pussy.

“Oh god…yes...papaji!!!!!!” I
screamed.
He fucked my pussy with his tongue
going in and out. He sucked on my
clit and tickled it with his lips and
tongue. I was in heaven and enjoying
the passion with which I was being
eaten. He ate me hungrily for 15
minutes till I came in his mouth with
another shuddering orgasm. He
continued to suck and drink my
juices till the orgasm passed
completely.

He then climbed back on top of me

and kissed my mouth.

“You are beautiful and taste just as

lovely. I could eat you all day” he
said.

“Papaji!” I giggled embarrassed and

then added shyly, “you ate me so
well, I couldn’t say no to your
wishes.”
We kissed passionately again. My
hands exploring his body and my
nails digging into his hard back as he
ate my mouth with as much
expertise as he had eaten my pussy.

He was rubbing his hard dick against

my pussy, probably unsure for the
first time about the morality of
actually fucking me. My pussy was
being teased with the hardness I
wanted in me as he kissed me and
caressed my breasts.

Unable to bear the teasing anymore,

I guided his dick to my opening.

Breaking the kiss, he looked at me

and said, “are you sure beta?”

“haan papaji” I said and pushed his

dick into me.

He was gentle at first, slowly sliding

his massive hardness into my soft
and tight pussy as I was screaming
and groaning in pleasure.

Eventually all his hardness was

buried deep inside me. Lifting my
legs over his shoulders, he started
moving in and out of me, slowly at
first before picking up the tempo.

I expected him to cum quickly but he

pounded my pussy for over five
minutes faster and faster with each
thrust. His hardness was rubbing
against my g-spot and I was coming
close to another orgasm myself.

Just as I came, he arched his back,

thrust all the way into me and
screamed as he erupted deep inside
me. I felt his seed flow through me,
load after load filling me up. He
grunted with each thrust as his cock
emptied in me. I grabbed his cock
hard with my pussy walls, milking it
and draining it of every drop of his
cum.

I was completely exhausted having

cum so many times while he fucked
me with an expertise Rahul never
had and lay back panting.

He wasn’t done with me though. He

continued kissing my neck and
breasts while I lay back recovering
and panting, his cock still buried
inside me. Soon, I felt him start to
get hard again in me as he sucked
on one nipple after the other
hungrily. Before long, he was moving
inside me again.

Turning me over, he made me get on

my hands and knees and entered me
from behind. This time around, there
was no gentleness as he thrust his
manhood in my pussy hard, thrusting
fast and deep. He fucked me doggy-
style for a good 10 minutes before
making me lay on my side and lifting
one leg in the air and pounding me
sideways for another 10 minutes.

“Bas papaji, bas” I was gasping in

exhaustion.

“Yeh to bas shuruvaat hai beta” he

said drilling hard into me.

He lay me back on my back, lifting

my legs high in the aid and pounding
me from above. I was crying in
pleasure and exhaustion as he
fucked me like an animal for another
10 minutes before emptying inside
me a second time.

He let me rest for half an hour before

making me climb on top of him and
taking me again. Finally, we
showered again together and he
fucked me a fourth time in the
shower.

I was sore all over and completely

used by the time he was done
fucking me a fifth time…this time
pounding me for close to an hour
before he came. Finally spent, he fell
asleep on top of me in his bed. With
five loads of my father-in-law’s
sperm inside me, I dressed on shaky
legs and returned to my room, taking
a couple pills to make sure I didn’t
get pregnant.

He came to my bedroom again that

night and fucked me three more
times, eating my pussy, sucking my
nipples sore and making me cum
each time before emptying his seed
inside me. I wouldn’t have believed a
50 year old man could fuck me 8
times in a day till that day. The most
I had been fucked was four times by
one of my black boyfriends. This was
both fulfilling and exhausting and I
was looking forward to the next time
he chose to take me as I finally fell
asleep that night.

What were the odds? To be able to

fuck the bride on her wedding day
and then again score her twice on
the same day the very next time I
got to see her – and this time, with a
sexy, swollen belly. It was hard to
believe that I could be so lucky.
When Neetu finally fell asleep,
completely spent, I called office and
said I wouldn’t be coming in because
I was sick. I planned to stay on sick
leave as long as Praveen was on the
work trip.

Unfortunately for me, his return got

confirmed just three days later. But
those three days we packed with
non-stop fucking. Neetu and I
couldn’t have enough sex. We did it
morning, afternoon, evening and
half-way through the night. We did it
in the bed, the bathroom, the
kitchen, dining room, living room
couch and even on the roof. Just
looking at her naked body – I refused
to let her wear any clothes while I
was there – was enough to get me
hard.

In spite of being married and

carrying a baby, Neetu’s pussy was
as tight as it was the day of her
wedding. Her appetite for sex
matched mine. Our little affair didn’t
end with Praveen’s return. We
continued to meet for sex at every
pretext. Her “shopping trips to the
mall” became more and more
frequent as did my sick leaves.
Whenever Praveen left town on
work, it just meant days and nights
of repeated fucking.
My dream life lasted as long as her
pregnancy. With the baby born, sex
between Neetu and Praveen
resumed. Praveen hardly went on
tours anymore, choosing to spend
time with the new born baby, and
our encounters petered away.

Not only had I cheated on my

husband just before the wedding, I
had cheated on him with the same
man again throughout my
pregnancy. As caring a lover as
Praveen was, I was getting addicted
to Jose’s stamina and ability to fuck
me 4-5 times a day, making me cum
over and over while he drilled my
pussy.

A part of me was in heaven while the

other half was ridden by guilt. Now,
almost two years since my daughter
was born, I hadn’t been able to get
away for the stolen romps in the bed
with Jose. While parenting and being
a wife took up most of my time, the
nights often stretched with longing
for a good fuck.

Not that Praveen wasn’t a skilled

lover. He was. Sensitive and caring,
he always put me first. Still, he
couldn’t match Jose either in stamina
or endurance. Nor was his cock as
large or as long. And finally, Praveen
could never do it more than once.

There was a conference overseas

that Praveen absolutely had to
attend. The original plan was for all
of us to travel – it would be our
second honeymoon he promised.
However, our daughter fell ill just
days before the trip and the two of
us chose to stay back and Praveen
had to travel alone.

I was on the phone with Jose minutes

after Praveen left on the trip, making
plans to meet up at our house that
evening.

“Can we try some role playing?” I

asked him when I returned to the
living room after putting our
daughter to sleep. We have a month,
and I want each day to be different.
Of course Jose was all for the idea.

That night he raped me six times at

my request. Ripping and tearing my
clothes and pounding me
mercilessly, he ravaged my body like
a hungry bull over and over.

The next day, we went bondage. I

tied him up the first time we fucked
and then he tied me up and fucked
me in both the pussy and my butt.
He would spend hours sucking the
milk out of my still lactating breasts
and eating my pussy, making me
cum over and over again.

On day three, we went shopping for

our role playing. After we got back
home, Jose fucked me as a doctor
taking his nurse, a teacher taking his
student, I played a lady policeman
seducing an inmate. He played the
customs officer giving me cavity
search before conquering my body.

On day four, we decided to take a

break from role playing and spent
the day in bed, old fashioned mating,
with Jose filling my pussy again and
again with load after load from his
hungry, insatiable cock. After
cumming in me the seventh time, he
was finally totally spent and
collapsed next to me.
“I wonder if it’s ever possible for a
man to fuck a woman again and
again, non-stop, throughout the day
and then again through the night.
Say, 10-15 times.” I wondered aloud,
panting, my pussy completely sore
from Jose’s pounding.

He burst out laughing. “You wish!”

He said, “you want more than seven
loads of cum in a day?”

“I was just thinking out loud” she

said, mock slapping my arm.

“Just one man, I don’t think so” he

said, pondering. “But if there were a
group of say 5-6 men, I could fuck
you after each one of them. So even
if 2 or 3 of them were able to fuck
you a couple times, You could
possibly get 10-15 rounds of fucking
that could last all day and all night.”
“I don’t think I could do a gangbang”
I said cringing my nose in disgust.

“I was just thinking out loud too

Neetu, not suggesting it.”

“No but seriously, do you think it

would be possible? Let’s say they
each took turns fucking. Do you think
you could keep pace?”

“I bet I could” he replied, “The thing

is, without breaks between sex,
exhaustion sets in after a while. But
if there were breaks while someone
else was fucking you, it would help
me get aroused again and go again.”

And so was hatched the plan. Jose

rounded up six of his friends, who he
claimed were well enough endowed
that I would enjoy it – how he knew
about their cocks, I didn’t bother to
ask.
I sent our daughter to my in-law’s
place for the day and gave the day
off to the servant. The men arrived
soon after breakfast, around 10 or 11
am. As agreed, Jose took me first,
making passionate love to me while
fingering my ass hole. He drilled me
for a good 10 minutes before
exploding deep inside me. While Jose
was fucking me, his friends had
undressed and were watching the
show, stroking their cocks.

As soon as Jose got off the bed, one

of his friends mounted me.
Spreading my legs wide, he got on
top drilling his hardness into me. He
pounded me like a piston for close to
15 more minutes before he creamed
my pussy.

Jose was ready for his pound of flesh

again by then took me exactly the
same way his friend had, drilling me
from the top, my legs spread wide,
shoving his giant hardness all the
way into me, making me squeal and
cum twice. This time he lasted close
to 30 minutes, pounding me
relentlessly all the while before he
exploded again inside me.

And so it went, the next friend took

me doggie style and Jose followed
him the same way. The next friend
wanted my ass and so he, followed
by Jose filled my ass hole with their
loads. And on and on it went. Jose
was true to his promise, following
each of his friends, doing one better
and by the time we were through
one round, it was already early
evening. Two of his friends had left
after fucking me once but the rest
were ready to go again.

By next morning, two of his friends

had fucked me once, three of them
twice, and one had fucked me thrice.
And Jose had been ready each time,
fucking me after each of his friends.
Between them, they had fucked me
18 times. I had cum over 20 times
and every hole in my body was full of
cum. As much as my body ached
with the fucking, I was also, for the
first time in my life, completely
satisfied sexually.

Jose came over every day for to give

me the most midblowing sex of my
life, but we did the group thing five
more times through the month, each
time with a different set of friends.
The last time, he managed to round
up ten friends and between them,
they fucked me over 25 times
through the day and night, making
me cum over and over again.
Praveen returns tomorrow, and I
don’t know how I am going to
explain this to him. I should have
known better. Not only was I a cheat,
I had now become a slut who had
slept with close to 20 different men
in the last month.

Today, came the biggest shock of

them all. How am I going to explain
to Praveen my pregnancy this time
when he was away and I don’t even
know myself which of the men I had
fucked with through the last month
had impregnated me?