Uma And Boass

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 4050 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 57 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 havesometime 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, unmetal 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-yearold 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 autorickshaw 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 asscrack. 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 65year-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-inlaw'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, haircovered 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 1520 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-inlaw 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-inlaw. 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-inlaw 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.