Now coming to the story, this happened exactly 1 year ago when I visited Chennai for some official meeting and has to stay for 1 week there. My profession allows me to travel across India, Nepal and Sri Lanka.

I use social networking app. When I have reached Chennai for some meeting I have searched for the local women available online. I was matched with a lady from Chennai. Her name is Sujatha (name changed). I got in touch with her and after chatting for some time she shared me her phone number so as we can respond to each other quickly. She is a working woman and was comfortable to chat on what’s App.

I used to send her messages and she used to respond. We planned to meet and she was bit hesitant and told me that she need some time for this. I wanted her to feel comfortable. Read more fucking sex stories on desi bahu dot com. Twice she made her mind to meet and dropped her plan. I lost the hope that she might not come forward to meet as it’s understood that Indian women are very shy and cannot express their sexual feelings.

I was done with my meeting and planned to move back to Hyderabad. I have instructed my travel desk to book a flight for me to Hyderabad. Once the tickets are confirmed I sent her a message that I am leaving, then she asked me to at least meet her at her office before I go. I don’t know the address and the routes in Chennai, I couldn’t go. So I had to work out another plan. I asked her what could be the better option. She said that she can come to my hotel and we can have dinner together.

I have booked a cab for her. By the time she come I thought I can take bath, so went and lied in the bathtub and was massaging my dick with liquid soap in the bathtub warm water. I was done with my bath and got dressed into boxers and T-shirt. I was excited to see how she looks as we didn’t share each other pictures till then. We were meeting for the first time and don’t know how do we identify each other.

She has reached the hotel and asked me to come to lobby. I asked her to come to my floor as there are few visitor chairs and table present in the meeting area in my floor. She has come. I asked her if she wants to use washroom and fresh up, only if she is comfortable. I didn’t have any plan to fuck her at that moment. It was a casual meet. She said she is comfortable and can use my washroom. When she rang the doorbell, I was excited to open to see her. I opened the door. It’s amazing how fucking an unknown lady can turn on your sex stories enigma. She was in chudidhar and was aged around 36 years. Not fair, good physic and attractive body. Her boobs were tight in her dress and can be seen clearly. I offered her my washroom and asked her if she can have dinner in the room so that we can have some drinks. During our chat I got to know that she is a social drinker.

I ordered Vodka and Dinner. She got fresh and sat in the sofa and I sat next to her. There was silence in the room for some time. I broke the ice and started talking asking how she felt after meeting me. She told that she was comfortable while chatting and was also excited to meet as I was. I was on her right. I took her right hand and was massaging it while talking to her asking her personal details and family details. She got married at a young age and her husband is 20 years elder to her. She had limited sex in life as he never performed. We were sipping Vodka and she was telling what she missed in her life. This was more to do with her sexual life and moral support which was never taken care of.

While sipping the Vodka, I took her hand into mine and gave her a confidence that always she has to be strong. I was running my finger on her right ear and around her ear lobes. Her loose hair covering her ears was also tickling her and it was bringing her into mood. By the time we completed 3 pegs each and done with our dinner, she was feeling more comfortable by then. She went to washroom and was lying on the soft bed. I was sitting next to her and this time her boobs were swinging out of her dress and I could see her cleavage and half of her soft boobs. I took chance and slowly started running my fingers on them and we were talking.

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I had been fucked by my husband’s father. I didn’t know how I would face Adeel tonight. What would I tell him? Could I tell him what his father did to me? I sat on the bathroom floor, folded my leg close to my thighs and rested my head over my knees. Tears began to streak down my eyes. Water from the shower continued drenching my shivering body. I knew that I could not tell Adeel of what had happened with me. I should have told him on the first occasion itself; I cursed myself.

Now he wouldn’t take the news easily. Although he loved me but he would not accept me for fucking his father. No… I wouldn’t tell him. I don’t know how long I stayed there. Finally, I got up, and wiped my face clearing the tears from my eyes. I washed my cunt, then opened the bathroom door and came out. Father-in-law was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the bathroom. His legs were wide open, and he was sporting another massive erection. In my rush, I had forgotten to lock my room’s door. “You shouldn’t have left,” He smiled lecherously. “I still need you.” Frozen with shock, I stared at him incredulously. “Look,” he pointed toward his hard on, “he’s still hungry.”

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“No… Not again.” I mumbled. “Please get out.” He didn’t listen to me; rose from his position and came near to me. He grabbed my soaked body in his arms and dragged me to my bed. “No… No…” I resisted. He pushed me on the bed. “I’ll tell Adeel.” I said meekly. “No… won’t.” He began stroking his already rigid cock. “You tell Adeel… and I’ll throw you out.” I looked at him like a terrified kitten. Father-in-law sat on the edge. “You’ll like it Nilu… believe me…you’ll like it.” His voice was suddenly soft. “I’ll make you very happy.”

“No… I can’t do it… please.” I made a meek effort to stop him. “No but…” He gently brushed his hand over my wet bush. “Adeel will never know about it… I promise you.” I didn’t know whether to believe him or not. Father-in-law began rubbing my pussy. His index finger touched my clit, and he brushed it coarsely. I squeezed my thighs. He played with my wet hairy clit, slowly running his fingers up and down. I didn’t want to admit it, but his rough finger felt good over my love bud. His antics slowly tickled some unknown nerves, and my body began to respond to his touch. I could feel a mild wave of pleasure radiating through my loins.

All of a sudden, my cunt lips jerked involuntarily. “You like it Nilu…” Father-in-law whispered his voice hoarse with lust. “I know you like it.” I was sure that his poking fingers must have sensed the twitching in my pussy. My face turned red. I closed my eyes with shame. “Spread your legs.” He said suddenly. I opened my eyes and stared at him. He put his hand over my thigh and pushed. As if, my body accepted his command, my knees fell apart, allowing him full view of my wet pussy. He lustily gazed at my hairy slit while licking his lips. He kept on playing with my clit. With his free hand, he started stroking his bulging cock.

His fingers massaged around my cunt lips and clit; my body began to buck with pleasure. The copious secretion from my cunt began to ooze out, slowly seeping down to my puckered hole. I wanted to stop him… wanted to move his hand off my clit. I realized if he kept rubbing my cunt like that, I would succumb to the pleasure and nothing would stop me from cumming. I was slowly losing my self- control; my body responding more eagerly to his manipulations.

‘Get off you scum’ — I wanted to scream. I opened my lips. All that came out was a loud whimper. “Ahhhhhhh…” I gave a long moan, my body became tense; my body reeled with a mind blowing orgasm. I squeezed my cunt around his finger tightly and went into total spasm. My cunt throbbed and throbbed around his finger, and it inundated his probing digit with a fresh release of my juice. Father-in-law groaned happily. Immediately, he withdrew his finger and moved to between my legs. He positioned himself and grabbed his cock in his fist. I was mesmerized by the purple-colored, bloated cock-head which had a tiny drop of pre-cum at the tip. Again, a silent battle ensued between my mind and body. I wanted to push him off and run away from my room, but my body refused. It stayed motionless… with fear or lust, I didn’t know.

His cock nudged between my cunt lips. Father-in-law slowly pushed his cock into me. “No…” I cried; but my cunt readily accepted the intruding organ. I felt a gentle twinge, a faint memory of our previous fuck, as his cock moved inside my slippery canal. His cock was completely buried in me with one smooth push. I moaned softly as his balls slapped against my ass. He smiled happily, looking at me with his lust filled eyes. “You like it darling… you like it.” He began fucking me with long strokes. I lay beneath him silently, receiving his gigantic cock in and out of my pussy. Within a span of thirty minutes, I was getting fucked for the second time by my father-in-law. My own response was completely different from the first time. My cunt was responding very eagerly. It lapped his every stroke, sucking his cock into its ravenous depth.

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“Nilu…” He spoke hoarsely. “Yes…”

“You like my cock inside your cunt… don’t you.”

“No… ahhh… ahhh…” My mind was reeling with pleasure, but I was not ready to accept it yet. He was my rapist. I didn’t do it willingly; he forced me to do it. However, my own body refused to accept my logic– it reeled and bucked with pleasure. He groaned. Grabbing my legs, he lifted them high in the air, and began fucking harder. In and out, in and out… his massive cock bore into my pussy, making it beg for more. With every stroke, he pushed deeper and deeper; his balls slapped noisily against my ass. I didn’t realize when I started moaning. Father-in-law pumped harder and harder. My pussy clutched tightly around his shaft. He was panting with the effort.

I thirstily waited for him to erupt inside me again. Moments later, he reached his climax. He rammed his cock inside for the final time. His spitting cock pumped hot cum deep into my pussy. It drove me over the edge. I dug my fingers into the material of bed sheet to prevent me fainting with rapture. He emptied his balls deep, then slowly got off me. His cum began to ooze out of my freshly fucked pussy. I didn’t move, closed my eyes and enjoyed the blissful moment. When I opened my eyes, father-in-law was sitting on the edge of my bed. His hands were on my naked thighs. He was gently stroking them. He looked at me and smiled. “Don’t say anything to Adeel.” He was smiling, but the threat was very clear. “I’ll make you very happy.”

I gave him a delirious look, but didn’t speak. He got up, gave a final pat to my naked thigh and went out of the room. He didn’t even close the door behind him. I watched him going, suddenly realizing that my bed was soaked because when he dragged me to bed, I was fresh out of the shower. I didn’t feel any hurry. I just lay there, feeling his hot cum oozing out of my pussy, dribbling down to my ass and then to the bed underneath. I realized that I would never be able to tell the truth to Adeel. I had enjoyed my second fuck with my father-in-law. My cunt was sore when I went to my bedroom that night. Adeel arrived early that evening.

I served dinner to them– Adeel, his father and the kids. Father-in-law was very talkative. He joked with the kids and discussed business with Adeel. He even advised him to bring some gift for me the next day. During dinner, I avoided going out to the veranda and stayed mostly in the safety of my kitchen. I was afraid to face my husband in front of his father. I was worried that he would read on my face what had transpired between his father and me during the day. The kids were already asleep when I entered my bedroom. Adeel was awake–waiting for me. I avoided eye contact, turned off the lights and silently slipped into the bed beside him.

I lay with my back toward him. I felt his hand over me, and he pulled me into his arms. “No… Not today… I’m tired.” I told him. He didn’t seem to listen. His hands began to explore my private parts, and he began to strip me. I had no courage to stop him. I lay there silently letting him remove my clothes.

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As she bathed, she smiled to herself. She had been dancing suggestively in front of him for some months now, not really knowing what would eventually happen. She had known it excited him, and dancing always made her feel passionate.

When she had lifted her cunt off him, she had seen the wetness on his fly and jockey shorts. There was no doubt in her mind that Manjeet had never been fucked before. She was, though, surprised that his cock had remained so hard after coming so much. Mona had fucked a few men, but no one had ever kept a hard-on after coming off the way her son had. And he came so much, really squirted it out. She had read or heard someplace that a man came only enough to fill a tablespoon. Whether that was true or not, it wasn’t the case with her son. She was sure he could have filled three or four tablespoons, and it was thick and hot. Even her ex-husband, Manjeet’s father, had not come that much, nor had he kept a hard-on.

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Mona prided herself on having a hot cunt, a cunt that could drain a man’s balls quickly and made his cock droop. But that wasn’t the case with her son, obviously.

Mona was an erotic woman, with delicious fantasies she had never been able to realize. She had exposed her inner self only twice before, once to her boyfriend in high school, and then to her husband. She had hoped they would indulge her fantasies, but what happened was they called her weird and strange and filthy. She didn’t think she was strange or weird. She had read a great deal. She felt frustrated most of the time. She dreamed of finding herself a partner with the same hungers she suffered with, and thought that if she would make herself available at
singles bars and so on, she might find a man. But that was only a might, a very big might. Mona didn’t want to take such a chance on developing a relationship with another man, only to be kicked on her ass when she revealed her desires.

She was tired of the macho bullshit, tired of having to wait like a good little girl for some man to say what he wanted, then to be used by him. There was something wrong, she felt, when a man could have such desires, demand the woman perform them, and then call her a filthy slut and bitch if she demanded to be satisfied by a man.

If her cunt was hot and wet, she was a hot ass. If she sucked a cock off, she was dirty cocksucker. If she grabbed a man by his cock, she was too aggressive.

Mona was tired of the whole bundle of shit.

She wanted to be herself, wanted to be Mona. She wanted to let her hungers and desires be known, accepted, and enjoyed. She knew she had a lot to offer a man who was comfortable with his own wild desires, because Mona would not hesitate to feed them, provided her desires were fed, too. Stroke for stroke, Mona would give as much as she received.

Getting out of the tub, she fowled her slender body. Tossing the towel into the hamper, she padded naked into her bedroom. She stood and looked at herself in the huge mirror on the wall. She had installed the mirror long after her husband had gone. She loved to look at herself naked. She loved to see her saucy tits, her hairy cunt and curvy ass. The body was beautiful to her, something to enjoy.

Mona was about five-feet-eight. She had a rich auburn color to her hair, with coppery highlights that caught the sun. Her eyes were slightly almond-shaped, green with flecks of gold. Her nose was small and perfect for her oval-shaped face. Her lips were full and moist. She had a slender neck, and her tits had not changed in any way since high school. They still stood up in perky sweetness, firm, with lovely nipples half an inch long. Her nipples were a light-brown color, with a big circle of pebbled flesh surrounding them. She had a small waist and a flat stomach, with a becoming dimple of a belly button.

Her hips were round and shapely, and her legs, as men had said, went on forever. They were slim and shapely, and she loved to feel them wrapped about a man’s hips. The hair of her cunt was shaped like a fan, thick in the middle, thinning out toward her hip bones. Her cunt was sculptured, the lips puffy but not large. The tip of her clitoris protruded slightly from the folds of her pussy, just enough to touch her panties and remind her it was there.

She ran her hand through the soft hair of her cunt, smiling at her reflection. Manjeet had certainly enjoyed her cunt, she thought. It was a shame she didn’t have a man to enjoy her pussy as well, a man who would accept her as she was without thinking she was strange.

Parting her thighs, she pulled at the lips of her pussy, enjoying the stretching feeling. Her clitoris bulged outward, and she smiled down at it. Brushing a fingertip over her clitoris, she felt an immediate response, and a shiver moved up and down her spine. She placed two fingers along her clitoris, and smashed it. A sigh of pleasure came from her. It had only been perhaps an hour since she had fucked her son, and already she wanted more cock. But that was no surprise to Mona; she thrived on hard cock, wanted prick all the time, inside her, outside her, and doing those wild things men had called her weird for.

Pulling on a fresh pair of shorts, white like the others, she wondered if her son was still in the living room. She squeezed herself into the tight shorts, adjusting them. Now that she had fucked him, she deliberately made certain her pussy slit was outlined, and even caused a few dark cunt hairs to swirl from the crotch. The white shorts were thin, and the darker shadow of her cunt hair could be seen through them.

She considered a blouse or sweater, and grinning impishly at herself, realized it no longer mattered.

Moving from her room, feeling delicious to have her tits free, she peeked into her son’s room, and it was empty. She peeked into the hall bath, and it, too, was empty.

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Manjeet was still sitting on the couch in the living room. He had stuffed his cock back into his pants, and he sat there slumped, legs stretched, looking half asleep. He looked up at his mother as she entered, and Mona paused near the door. He gazed at his mother’s naked tits, then looked into her eyes.

“Well, baby, are you ashamed?” she asked.

Manjeet shook his head, then a grin spread over his young face, his eyes lighting up.

Mona leaned against the door jamb crossing one knee, placing her hand on her hip. “I guess I said some pretty wild things, didn’t I?” Mona asked. “I couldn’t help it, Manjeet. Sometimes it gets that way.”

“It’s okay, Mother,” he replied, and she detected a quiver in his voice.

“What I said … those words,” she asked in a soft voice, “did they … excite you?”

“Yeah, Mother!” he said, enthusiastic, his eyes burning on her beautiful tits.

She lowered her eyes to the front of his pants, seeing they were still wet from her cunt. The bulging of his cock and balls made her tremble with hunger again. She ran her tongue over her lips, and started toward him. Manjeet caught sight of her crotch, and she heard him suck in a sharp hiss of air.

Standing near him, Mona leaned down slightly, and cupped her son’s crotch, squeezing his cock and balls gently.

“Mmmmm, nice, honey,” she whispered softly. “Very, very nice.”

Manjeet parted his legs, arching his hips up.

“Ahhhh, you like this, huh?” She grinned at him, squeezing his cock and balls again.

Manjeet started to lift his hand to her tits, and stopped.

“Touch them if you want, baby,” she urged throatily.

To show her son she meant it, she rubbed up and down the crotch of his pants, feeling his cock starting to swell “You can play with mother’s titties, Manjeet. You can play with them, feel them, pull them, squeeze them, suck them!”

Manjeet closed his hands about his mother’s tits, feeling the firmness. He teased her nipples, stroking them almost as if they were fragile.

“Twist my nipples,” Mona hissed. “Twist them and pull them. You won’t hurt them, baby.”

As he twisted and pulled at her nipples, Mona mewled softly, pressing down on his cock. When his prick was up and hard, she rubbed her palm along his cock.

“Let’s take it out again, okay, darling?”

“Oh, yes, Mother!” he replied, cupping her tits tightly.

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Magar girls from those hills came to work in the rice paddies for a few days, girls with smooth round faces and narrow eyes wearing black velvet blouses, headdresses and necklaces of silver rupees. Their songs wafted back into the rooms where I lived with my cook. Magar girls were free to flirt and sometimes managed to take lovers, but Bahuni and Chhetrini women in the valley were given in arranged marriages when they were extremely young.

I wondered if the freedom of the hills was like what I had enjoyed as a student. I thought of old girlfriends. I had spent the night in a hotel with my first mistress when I was 19 and she was 20. She woke me in the middle of the night by touching me, and when I awoke already aroused, she whispered, “Enter me right now, please! I want you inside me.”

I thought of my last girlfriend in college when we both lived off-campus. We found each other only a month together before we graduated and went our separate ways, but desire had burned hot and bright. We spent every other night together, at her place or mine. If we stayed at my place we had to be very quiet because my apartment-mate was a strange person, made to be a priest. He struggled but could not change this; was celibacy the other curse of the Irish besides drink?

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My bedroom had been a small enclosed porch in the cottage I shared which was hidden in a grove of small trees. My mistress and I would lay together on my narrow bed and in the morning the sun would shine through trees and be fragmented by their shifting leaves, now painfully bright, now shadow as we made love once more before going to classes. We were living charmed lives with no idea how fortunate we were.

That had been over a year earlier, halfway around the world. Now I had to endure celibacy myself. I was a teacher in the remoteness of west Nepal where you couldn’t possibly find a cold drink, wheeled transportation, an electric light to read by, certainly not a woman for the night. Almost all women were married before they were fourteen, and they were closely watched. Besides, I was a teacher who had to set an example. As the first foreigner to live in my village, I was an object of intense curiosity. So there I was, living in a goldfish bowl.

The wife of my nearest neighbor had given birth to a girl a few months before. In the morning after serving her husband dal-bhat and then eating herself she would wash her pots and trays in the irrigation ditch below my window as I worked preparing lessons. She wore no blouse and had only the end of her sari to cover full breasts that refused to stay confined as she bent down to dip water from the canal and scoured away the last grains of scorched rice. It was a feast for the eyes, only for the eyes. Was she an exhibitionist? Didn’t she understand the effect she was having on the poor Sahib? It doesn’t matter; wasn’t it better to sin with the eyes than not at all?

I slowly became friends with a much older woman, a Chhetri’s cast-off wife named Poorna who lived in a small house a hundred yards above my place. She was a slender woman with a ready smile and a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Sometimes she told me stories of life in Burma when her husband was a soldier for the British. She would show up at my place and demand, “Let’s drink rum!”. I’d get out my dwindling supplies of imported cognac, or we might have small cups of raksi, local spirits that were sold aged all of five minutes, the fast track to a two-day hangover. Poorna would tease me about my solitary life and joke that I should take up with the local dancing girl. I think she began to worry that I was living a diminished life, which was certainly true.

One evening I finished grading papers and stopped by her house to chat. Soon we were joined by a deaf-and-dumb couple who wandered from place to place, dressed in tatters and living off whatever kindness they could find in villages where nobody had much to spare. They stayed just outside on the porch. The boy was shy and serious, but the girl was playful and soon we heard them getting romantic. This was the first time in Nepal I had been aware of anything sexual going on close by. Poorna and I listened intently and joked about the goings-on a yard or two away. I expected matters to be over quickly; this totally illiterate couple certainly hadn’t read the Kama Sutra. But they went on a good half hour, with piquant moans and small cries and I was grateful for these small crumbs too.

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About a month later Poorna came to my house with important news. A niece she called “Jimli” (second daughter) was visiting and I should be sure to come meet her. Poorna knew that I had briefly pursued a local girl by that nickname but it had come to nothing when she told me she wanted to be taken to America forthwith. So I asked what was the point of coming to see this Jimli? Her eyes sparkled with mischief and she said, “No, no. Another Jimli!”

As it was getting dark I took my torch and climbed the hill behind my house, crossed an irrigation ditch, and paused outside the door of Poorna’s small house. Like all houses in our valley, it was made of unbaked brick. Some houses had roofs of baked tiles but hers was of straw thatch. Just outside the front door was a shed of the same construction sheltering her cow. About half a kilometer away on the far side of a small valley I could see a village of similar houses and the twinkling light of a lamp or two.

I called out and Poorna answered and opened her door. The inside of her house was nearly bare with only a few brass trays and the cheap aluminum cooking pots we all used. For light there was a single kerosene lamp with no glass chimney. Few could afford the more elaborate table lamps, let alone pressure lamps which burned prodigious amounts of kerosene. I went inside and saw Jimli. She was about thirty, medium height for a Nepali woman with a long braid down her back and she had a baby with her, not more than six months old. I guessed Jimli was a Chhetrini like Poorna because her coloring and features were intermediate between Bahun and Magar, the kind of fortunate mixture that made Nepali woman sought-after in Mahadesh, as the large country three days walk to the south was called.

We sat on the floor coated with the traditional mixture of gobar and mud which had been smoothed and allowed to dry. As unsanitary as it sounds, it was pleasantly cool to the feet in summer and warm in winter, slightly resiliant and smelling faintly of grass. I sat on on the floor while Poorna introduced us and we made small talk about life in Nepal and life in America.

I only expected we might drink a bit of raksi together, but other plans were afoot. Poorna got up and announced she had to run a small errand in the village of potters higher up the hill. So Jimli and I were suddenly alone together. Jimli immediately went over to the sort of ladder, actually only a slanted log with notches cut in it, and started up to the second floor. She looked over her shoulder and motioned for me to follow. Then she put her finger over her lips to show that I should be quiet and laid down on the floor. Quickly I laid down beside her and embraced her. She fumbled with the drawstring of my salwar and I pulled them down. Then she pulled me on top of her. There was no foreplay. I entered her and the heat of her body passed to mine. What she was thinking I’ve no idea, nor did I seriously care. I completely lost control, like a tremendous sneeze I absolutely could not stop or even delay. When my senses came back I could only feel helpless and relieved that my enforced celibacy had ended.

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We rearranged our clothes and went back downstairs. In a few minutes Poorna returned from her errand. It was decided that Jimli and I would stay downstairs with the others upstairs. As soon as it became quiet, Jimli raised her blouse and began suckling her baby, facing away from me. Suddenly she hiked up the skirt of her sari and petticoat behind and reached behind herself to caress me. The invitation was unmistakeable, so I entered her from behind. This time I was able to last and so we fucked for a while. At first light I slipped out and went home. My cook liked to gossip and it would not do for the whole district to learn of my little escape from the goldfish bowl.

So with Poorna’s help I had ended a stay in purgatory and returned to the land of the living. My relationship with Poorna began to change subtly as I began to understand that she indeed loved me as mother to son, but not only that way. She too had been forced into a solitary life. Probably I should have helped her as she had helped me, yet I could not quite feel desire for someone so much older, or imagine growing older myself.

I only saw Jimli once more, about six months later. It happened on the trail out of the valley when I completed my tour of duty. She was with others including a husband or brother probably and gave me a piercing glance that burned my eyes, my entire skin. I put my hands together in silent acknowledgement and after the last of her group passed I turned to watch her go on down the trail toward the valley where I had lived nearly two years and have never returned to.

Love may be sacred, or profane, or both together. When it comes our way we may be unready to understand its subtleties. Too many lovers I have already forgotten but in the clarity of highlight Poorna’s love burns bright.

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We decided that there was never any reason to wear clothes in the spa, since our back yard was bricked in, and no one could see us any way. We had not known until then that the only way to really enjoy a heated spa was in the nude. I planted long stands of bamboo around it, giving it a very oriental look, along with some birds of paradise and a few other tropical-looking plants. It looked very Oriental, somehow, and one would almost expect to hear twanging Oriental music in the background.

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We had known Thad and Jessica for a long time, and it wasn’t long before they came over to see our new spa and we told them about how comfortable it was to sit in the spa, in the nude. Thad was an Americanized version of Ngiem, and Jessica was an easier, Americanized version of her Vietnamese name, Ngo. They had come to this country immediately after the war in Vietnam.

They had opened a little grocery store at the end of our street where we first met them. They were very nice people and turned into very close friends and I truly enjoyed their company. Especially the company of Jessica; she was a beautiful petite brown-skinned doll, to my way of thinking, and I couldn’t get enough of her.

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We had dinner and a few glasses of wine, and when it became dark outside, we went one at a time, into the bathroom and removed our clothes and put on terry robes.

I got in first and with anticipation watched as Jessica took off her robe and stepped into the spa. During that instant she spread her legs to step into the spa I could see her pussy lips stretch, it was surrounded by a little jungle of delicate black hair. I felt my cock surge with blood as I looked at her gaping little cunt and at her round brown ass cheeks. She was truly gorgeous!

Then, I watched Thad gape at Gina’s tits and golden round ass, then as she stepped into the spa, Thad actually licked his lips as her hairy muff sank into the water. “Nice,” I heard him whisper, looking at me.

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Then Thad pulled his robe off, and the first thing I noticed was that his dick was sticking straight up in the air. The tip was a bright purple, and it throbbed as he stood there long and skinny.

Seeing all these things together made me even harder, and as I sat there next to Jessica in the spa, I could tell that she was surreptitiously scoping me out. Her eyes were squinting trying to see me through the rippling water. I could tell that there was interest.

“Seems we have a rather large visitor,” she said, pointing at my cock as I sat in the hot bubbling water.

Thad and Gina laughed, and I joined in the laughter. “I’m not the only one, I notice,” I said.

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Thad laughed again, and sat up, exposing his hard brown cock to the two women. “Put that away before I bite it off,” said Jessica, “and give a piece of it to Gina as a keepsake.”

“Oh, don’t bite it off, dear,” said Thad. “Just reached out and pet it a little, and then I might let the two of you put your mouths on it.”

I was a little surprised that Thad would say something that forward, but when Gina said, “Oh God, I’m getting kinda turned on, you know?” I think I was actually shocked.

I did want something to happen, but I wasn’t quite sure what, then Jessica reached out and grabbed Thad’s long skinny cock and stroked it a couple of times, and then turned to Gina. “You want to feel how hard this thing is?”

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It was another shock, but a turn-on as well, to watch my wife reach over and touch the tip of my friend’s dick. Just the sight of her doing it got me even stiffer, my dick was now actually hurting from being so hard. I lifted myself out of the water and shoved it in the two girls’ faces. “Put your hand on this, or whatever part of your body you want.” I said breathing hard now.

Both women grabbed my dick, and now both women had both hands full of dick. They began stroking both of us, and soon, Gina leaned forward and kissed first my cock, then Thad’s. Jessica kissed us both on the head of our cocks after that, and soon, we were getting dual blowjobs, with the women trading us back and forth again and again.

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“I’m going to cum, girls,” said Thad. “Who wants to suck it out of me?”

Both the girls grabbed his cock and tried to pull it toward their mouths. He reached down and stoked his cock, and cum flew at both girls as Thad groaned loud. Gobs of the sticky white cum landed on Gina’s face, then Jessica’s face. Both girls licked at their cheeks and lips.

“More!” Jessica said, looking at me. “Cum in face!”

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I stepped closer to my friend’s wife and stroked my cock, watching her open her mouth. I noticed that Gina was now seated atop Thad, and from the splashing of the hot water over the sides of the spa, I supposed they were fucking. Jessica took my cock all the way into her mouth, and Thad and Gina watched as she cupped my balls in one hand and stroked me into her mouth with the other.

I came with a loud moan, my cock surrounded by her hard-sucking, wet mouth. I shot load after load into the back of her throat, and when I pulled away, she opened her mouth, letting it drip down her chin as she smiled at her husband.

“Eat me,” Jessica said. She got out of the water and onto the deck, opening her legs. I could see her hot, wet cunt, pink and moist, waiting. I bent and stuck out my tongue, flicking it up and down her lips, then finding her clit and moving it back and forth rapidly.

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I kissed her pussy lips, then inserted my tongue into her cunt and began fucking her with my tongue. She began to writhe and moan, and with spasms all over her body, I knew that she had cum when she kicked her legs and shouted, “Fuck!”

Then Gina pulled off Thad very quickly and kept stroking him wildly. He shot his load again, this time into the water of the spa.

We all relaxed for a while after that, sitting and sipping glasses of wine.

“Should we go for it again, in a few minutes?” Thad asked.

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“You bet,” we all said at once.

We had found a really neat use for the spa, and we continue to use it.

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Even then my friends taught me sex education in paper as well as in practical.

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That was all because, almost all the students of our school were belonged to very rich families and so almost all of us were telling that the youth and health must be spent to enjoy life.

So fucking each other was just like having tea or coffee. I was also addicted to that. So there was none in standard eleventh and twelfth with out fucking experience. Might be in standard ten or even in nine also.

So popular dating was. Coming to the girls side, they were really our teachers in this regard.

Of all the girls in our class Nancy was the leader.

She was extreme in all. In beauty, boldness, cleverness, nobody can compete with her.

But we didn’t have a touch with each other. I loved her and hopefully she also loved me. Both were having a common strong point. Marriage was nothing but imprisonment, that too with hand-cuff and leg-cuff.

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The first day, we introduced each other happened so.

One day Nancy was sitting with her friends and I was sitting on the nearby bench. One of her friends asked her to tell them a sex joke.
She started like this,” One night a husband and wife after having been fucked for a long time, went to sleep.

In her deep sleep the wife said loudly, ”

Run, run, my husband is coming.”

The husband in his semi sleep collected his dresses, ran and jumped out through an opened window, fell down and had some wounds. Then he awoke fully and said to himself,” This is my house and I was sleeping with my wife only. Then why should have I jumped like this?” saying so he went inside and started to sleep.”

Hearing the joke all of us laughed loudly. Hearing my laughter, she raised her head and saw me. I also saw her and smiled. She told her name and I did so, and we both became friends.

Similarly the first intercourse was also ever remember able for me. When my parents were off to a temple for two days, I invited her to my house. She also came with a simple and casual dress.

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I invited her, shaking her hand, tightly holding her hand for some time.

Then I hugged her gently and she also liked that very much.

Asked her to sit, I gave her some cool drinks. I sat nearby and we talked facing eyes to eyes. In both of our eyes there was love only. Suddenly I hugged her again and kissed her on her eyes, forehead and cheeks, like a husband hugging and kissing his wife.

She also in turn, with full of love in her eyes, held my head in her hands, kissed me many times. The turning point came. Yes, I kissed on her lips strongly and that changed love to lust.

She held my penis in her hand and I removed her blouse and started to lick, bite and suck her nipples. She removed my dresses and I removed her dresses.

Thus we started to travel in another way.

She licked and sucked my penis and I licked and sucked her pussy being in 69 position. I bit her thighs and her cunt and she started moaning, ” Come on, fuck me Devji. I love you so much, but more than that now I need your fucking.

Please Devji fuck me hard and kill me by your rod like penis.”

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We both fucked and fucked and fucked for a very long time that too in different different postures. We hugged each other tightly for a long time. We didn’t want to separate.

That incident happened on the last day of the school and we couldn’t meet even more than 10years or even more.

I took charge as a police officer, that too as CBI officer. I was sent to Delhi to investigate a serious crime in the army.

Some top secrets in the army were leaked out, that too by some superior officers.

I secretly tried to find that by hacking the phones of the higher officials. At last I could trace out that a lady was sexually abused some officers and drew the secrets from them. I was shocked to find that lady to be Nancy.

I met her directly and she was stunned to see me there. She didn’t tell about her and I didn’t tell about me. But I compelled her to take me to her residence. When she was changing her dress in her room, I secretly watched every thing.

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When she came out, I suddenly sprayed on her some anesthesia and made her to faint. Searching through out,I collected all the secrets as well as evidences. I handed over them all including Nancy.

I don’t know what punishment would the army give her.

At lost I lost my beloved lover.

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I work in a local call center. I believe that life is how we make it. There are people who keep looking for things to feel sad or frustrated about and there are others, who find happiness in whatever situations they come across.

When I started working in call center 2 yrs ago, my friends told me, don’t join. They said they had worked for short durations and did not find atmosphere conducive. They were not ready to tell what exactly was wrong. After long conversations, one of them Deepa, finally spilled the beans. She told that moving up the ladder requires more than just performance. You could be expected to sleep around with seniors. I said, this is all rubbish and would like to see and then believe. I told them I could always leave the job, if I came across such situation where I need to compromise on this.

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I joined and started to learn my work. Let me confess, I wasn’t the smartest or quickest. I did my share of mistakes but eventually even dumbest of all can learn, if we want to.

1 yr passed easily, and there was time of our appraisals. When the increments were discussed, I was graded very poor. There were a couple of girls (Varsha & Seema) who were 60% productive of my capability but they were given better salary raise. I was upset, really upset. I got the idea to investigate of my previous friend’s claims regarding moving up the ladder.

Our team leader was Mahesh. Average looking guy – 5.8 Wheatish. Along with my work, I started focusing on his movement within our team of 20. I realized he spent a lot of time with Varsha and Seema. We had rotating shifts. He never let Varhsa & Seema work is same shift. Mahesh would purposefully sit very close to Varsha, while explaining her something. He would put his hand on her shoulder. I observed whenever one left the room other one would follow within 2 min. One day, Mahesh left the room. Varsha got up after 2 min. I purposefully asked her, what happened, she replied she was going to rest room. I let her go and quietly followed her from some distance, where she would not notice me.

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After going out of the room, she turned towards a different room instead of ladies rest room. I understood there was something fishy. On our floor, there was small store room which was never locked. I saw her entering that room. I followed her and stood at the corner. I saw a stool near by. I got the stool close to the side wall and climbed it. I could peek inside the room the same way like Shahrukh peeped inside room of shanty priya in Om Shanti Om.

I saw Mahesh put his lips on Varsha’s lips. Varsha was wearing Skirt and Blouse, but expectedly, not for long. Mahesh moved down from her lips to her neck, and then to her cleaveage. Varsha was always generous while putting her breasts on display. She always wore low cut blouse. We would always catch our team mates looking on to her boobs.

Mahesh then pulled over the blouse over her head. He started nibbling on her breasts from over her black bra. Her breasts looked bigger than mine, from that distance. Mine are 32, she must be 34. Looking at him nibbling on those breast, I started to get wet. You can feel hard or wet, reading stories or watching movies. Just imagine the effect it must have created on me, as I was watching it all happen live. My shaved pussy started to leak.

He then got on his knees and pulled down her skirt, exposing her ass cheeks. He pulled down her black panty too. I could see his tongue moving on her trimmed pussy. She was trying hard to control her moaning. He put her on the sofa at the corner and spread her legs. He then dig his tongue deep inside hot pussy. My hands automatically went over my own pussy and started rubbing.

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He then stood up and opened the zipper of his trouser. Soon he was standing with his Manhood strong and erect, in his hand. She came forward and started sucking him.

After sometime of sucking playing with his testicles she moved back and opened her pussy lips. He moved forward and slowly inserted his big cock deep inside her.

Seeing him move in and out of her pussy got me so hot too. I started rubbing my pussy vigorously. Soon I felt myself having a big orgasm. I new they would be soon stopping to get back to the room. I got down of the stool and moved back to take my place of work.

After 5 min, we were finally joined by both of them. This was one my most interesting masturbation experience of my life so far. Did I fuck Mahesh later? Well that’s a suspense that I shall share latter. For now, I would love to read your guesses about what must have happened next. Also do let me know if you liked to read this incidence through your sweet messages.

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My husband is in Imports and keeps traveling across the globe. He has a special liking of lingerie. He keeps buying it for me from every place he visits. This has helped me build a great collection of sexiest intimate and inner wear that you can imagine. Though we have a very loving and satisfying relationship, there are times I find my sexual urge unsatisfied due to his long periods of unavailability.

It was a sunny afternoon, I was driving home for lunch which is almost 15 min drive from my work place.. My husband was out of country since last 15 day. It was his trip to Europe which was to end in another week’s time. On the way I decided to stop and Spencer’s to buy some grocery and stuff. While I was doing my usual buying, I became aware of some man staring at me. I glanced at him to find a Smart looking man with athletic built. As our eyes met, he smiled at me. I was surprised, since I could not recollect having met this person in recent times. He quickly walked towards me and introduced himself. I am Vinay, does this name sound familiar to you Varsha. I guess you will have to look back around 12 yrs in your memory. I recollected, he was my classmate during graduation. He said, he had recently shifted to Delhi and was staying near by with his wife. He requested me to visit him, I said may be some other time.

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Couple of days passed and again we met at the same store. This time he was with his wife Shivani. He introduced both of us with each other. She was a simple and sweet girl. Slowly we became close friends. I and my husband visited their house and they came to ours, regularly.

In between, Shivani had to go her parents place for a week. Since we were close, she called up and informed me. I told her not worry, Vinay can have food at my place. She was very comfortable with the Idea. Couple of days Vinay came over to our place for dinner. I, my husband Sunil and Vinay had a good time together. Vinay & Sunil are both very humorous and they enjoy their PJ on every thing around them. That day, I was the poor target. Then Sunil announced, he was going to tour again. He saw that Vinay was feeling shy to visit for dinner in his absence, so he told him very explicitly that he visits and ensures everything is fine here. To which Vinay nodded, don’t worry.

It was our first day together, Just me and Vinay in our house for dinner. He behaved very normally and we had our usual talk about work and life in general. We sat down together watching TV and then he left. It went that way for around couple of days. Third day was Saturday. We sat down talking and our communication shifted to married lives. Slowly we started opening out hearts. We shared with each other our good and bad moments of with our partners. I came to know that he and Shivani also loved each other a lot, but Vinay had only disappointment in his physical love life. Shivani was very conservative type. She did not like to experiment at all. 3 yrs having passed, it was becoming very mechanical. She was not even comfortable wearing sexy lingerie he had bought for her last month.

A naughty smile came on my face. He said, what are your smiling at? You shouldn’t smile at poor man’s situation. I told him, that is not what I was smiling at. He asked, what was it? I said, forget it. He insisted, and I revealed about my sexy lingerie collection. It was a Kodak moment. You should have seen the look on his face. Even few drop of sweat appeared on his forehead. Why are you reacting like a teenager, I teasingly asked. His expression turned to blushing with a sweetest smile I had ever seen on him ever.

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I wish!.. he said. I asked, what? Just that I could ever see you in one of them, and we both burst into laughter. Seeing my reaction, he felt a little relaxed and could gather courage to communicate further about the same. Is your collection large, he inquired. I could see the naughty looks in his eyes. Do you have many colors or is it just one of them. I told, the colors are more than he can find on a shade card at paint shop. Do you ever wear them, or they are just for collection. I said, I am wearing one of the sexiest set under my nightie. His breath became deeper. I am sure, he was thinking, why there are no x-ray vision in his eyes.

I loosened my nightie belt, opened the above 2 hooks to reveal the lace of my pink bra. I could see the bulge growing in his pant. I was getting horny too. My desire to get fucked by another man, was taking over me. I was transforming from an ordinary woman to a sluty bitch who wanted to get fucked right there right now.

Could you drop your nightie off your body, just for today. I know it may not the best thing to do, but we are all human and have desires. At times being a little immoral wont hurt anyone, vinay said. I knew vinay could hold secrets and would not spill the beans later. I continued my teasing. You can do whatever you like, all by yourself. I wanna see how you do it. His face lit up with a smile. He stood up and moved closer to me. His fingers started moving on my lustfully sensuous body. He asked me to close my eyes and stand still. With my closed eyes I was lost in a new world. I could feel his fingers toughing my hands, arms, shoulders. He moved them to my back moving along my spine downwards till he reached my ass crack. He then started moving it along with my panty line sideways.

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Things were going good until my servants wife was dead… So he had to leave.. I really felt sad but my sex desires were fulfilled in some other means.. Which I will be narrating in this story…

My hubby appointed an old watchman maybe, 55 years old to look over my house and me… I was searching for someone to fulfill my sex desire… So the ideal man was that watchman so I tried to seduce him

One very fine day I woke up…. Went to the wash room and removed my dress had a bath and was trying to imagine the watchman nude and fucking me…. I was rubbing my pussy and was moaning heavily….. Then came my first orgasm after a long time.. So I went to the bedroom naked and just wore a saari without any petticoat, panty and bra but blouse was there…

Then I went towards the kitchen and started boiling milk… So I thought of offering the watchman some tea or coffee…. So just went out to small tent house inside the courtyard… I went in… And saw the watchman sleeping…. Forgot to say his name was Hari… I woke him up and invited him for a cup of coffee…. He agreed and later he got freshened up and came into the house… I was watching TV and was sipping my coffee…

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I gave him a cup coffee and he sat and started drinking it… So then I asked him about his family…. Sad to hear his wife was also dead…. And he is staying all alone…

So to add some eroticism I asked him about his sex life with his wife…. He was shocked but later started saying about his wife… Her figure… How they had sex…. When and where… Which positions…. He started describing every inch of his sex details…. My juices were running inside… I was out of control…. But I managed to control and told him to come for lunch later in the afternoon..

So he left….. I was still imagining myself in his wife positions…… I went to my room.. Got naked and was rubbing my pussy….. I was moaning hard… And I cummed all over… Heavily….. I licked it like a dog later………….

So after few days like this passed until when the day finally came for which I was waiting…

One day I remembered of the days when I used to have piss of my servant in my coffee to drink… So I took out two glasses and started pissing in that…. Warm yellow piss ran down into those glasses……. But I pissed only a little into The watchman cup so that he doesn’t identify it m….. Then I made strong coffee ever possible and called Hari….

He came after 5 mins and we both sat on sofa and started to drink…. Then I finished having the coffee… I was seeing Hari sipping the coffee little by little…. I was enjoying to see a matured old man drinking my bodily wastes…………
.what a sight it was…..

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But I was so curious to have sex with him and also as he tasted my body waste…. Even I wanted to taste it… So I just went to the roof and offed the motor of the house…

Then he came saying that the water is gone and he has to urinate urgently… He asked whether he can piss in the garden… But I said no….. Then I added even over here there is no water to flush out….. Then he asked what to do…. I told I have kept a vessel in the washroom. Just go piss in that… I’ll throw it later… He asked whether she was fine with that…. I said I had no objections….

He went in… I silently went behind him and waited outside….. I could hear the sound of the piss hiring the vessel…… It was really a long one….. Then I suddenly went off…… He came out adjusting his pants…… He thanked me and went off…. I went and locked the door….. And took a glass and went straight to the washroom got nude and entered the washroom and just bent like a dog and had a big sniff of it… Nearly more than half the vessel was filled…. I took the vessel and poured some in the glass and started pouring in my mouth….. But I didn’t drink it…. I just let it flow from my mouth to down my body…. Then I took another glass and this time I poured it on my boob’s and my body….. Then the last glass I drank it…. It was really very strong and sour and salty….. Vomiting sensation came but I could control it as I was good with those things …..then I went in I put the motor on and had a clean bath….

The next day I asked his clothes for washing….. He resisted…. But somehow I managed to get his inner also…… I took it to my house and started sniffing those and licking the underwear…. And then washed it clean and gave it to him….. Daily I used to off the motor in the early morning and he used to come and piss in the vessel and go and then I drank it and had a bath later and later I used to run the motor all day….

But one day came when I thought I have to make a final move……

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The next day he came again for pissing…. It became a routine to him… I told him wait over there and come to the bathroom after 5 mins as i wanted to piss first ..but not actually…. I went in wore a white bra and pink panties and was waiting inside the bathroom…. After few minutes I shouted and Said him to enter in…. I could hear his steps…. My heart was beating really heavily…… Then he opened the door and was shocked to see me only in bra and panties…..

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As things turned out, I needn’t have worried. My wife took to swinging like a duck to water. As for me, the jealousy I expected to feel never materialized and I quickly realized, as I watched Meghna sucking and
fucking other men, that we had stumbled into sexual heaven. This is the story of the last group sex party we attended. It was very special, in that Meghna was the star attraction.

Our group sex experiences up to that time had triggered within my wife a fantasy of being screwed by many different males in one night. She dreamed of being sucked and fucked into a state of happy exhaustion by twenty or so virile men, with me watching.

When she told me that she had made all the arrangements with Frank, one of our closest friends and a fellow swinger, I was beside myself with excitement.

When Meghna walked downstairs after two hours of preparation in the bathroom, she was striking. She had on sexy makeup and was wearing a short maid’s dress that buttoned up the front.

I asked her if the outfit was Frank’s idea, and she replied that she had planned the whole thing herself. I threw her coat over her shoulders and we left.

We arrived at the party house before anyone else, and Meghna showed off her maid’s uniform to an appreciative Roger, explaining that she would be serving drinks for everyone before she started.

The guests, mostly young executive types, arrived a few at a time and began to party immediately. By the time the guest of honor, a professional striptease artist, entered to raucous hoots and howls of appreciation, there were about twenty men present.

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Meghna kept busy serving drinks and getting a few pinches as the stripper performed her act.

Out of the blue, Meghna, holding a tray with both hands, asked a guest if he would mind unbuttoning the first four buttons of her uniform. This allowed a good view of her black lace bra and her succulent cleavage.

The man’s surprised expression turned into a knowing smile as Meghna thanked him and continued on.

Not much later, she asked another guest to unfasten the remaining buttons. The fellow had to get on his knees and under her tray to do so. While he was down there, he opened my wife’s uniform
dress wide and gave an appreciative whistle. By now all attention was on Meghna strutting around in her bra, matching panties, garter belt and black silk stockings, her dress flowing behind her.

The next lucky volunteer got to help my wife remove the dress completely. My mind, not to mention my cock, was exploding! I hadn’t gotten laid in a week, and here was my wife walking around practically naked in front of twenty men!

Her little nothing of a bra and flimsy panties only accentuated her vulnerability. The guys looked her over hungrily as she cordially instructed them to let her know if she could be of service to them in any way. When someone asked her’ for her bra and panties, she pulled them off and handed them over without hesitation.

“Oh, Miss,” Frank called from behind the crowd, “my friend here has a problem he’d like help with. His zipper is stuck.”

The sexual energy was so thick you could taste it. As Meghna stepped into the circle of admirers on her way to Roger, it closed behind her, leaving me on the outskirts of the activity.

Fortunately, I was not the only one who couldn’t see, and the bitching got so loud that it was decided to put Meghna and Roger’s friend, whom she was still “helping,” up on the dining room table.

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The crowd moved into the large dining room, and Roger’s friend, who turned out to be a tall, muscular black man, stood on the thick oak slab with his erection swaying heavily from his midsection and glistening with my wife’s saliva.

In front of all those leering men, Meghna did everything she could think of to that fat hose of a cock. She was being felt by everyone who could reach her, with each man giving his appraisal of the part he was
feeling, some of them commenting on how hot and wet her pussy was.

I climbed on a chair for a better view. Imagine how I felt after a week of forced celibacy, seeing my pretty wife naked, on all fours, being mounted by a big black stud, while surrounded by a bunch of bellowing men who freely fondled every inch of her body. Suddenly I remembered my camera. I ran to get it and jumped back on the chair in time to catch a shot of Meghna in the throes of orgasm, the black rod sinking
into her glistening pussy as dozens of roaming hands encouraged her total abandon.

I took the next shot as Meghna pulled away from his spurting log to stuff it into her mouth. She choked on the gushing semen and pulled back, coughing, letting most of the man’s come splash against her breasts.

Before she could get the black cock back in her mouth, the men swarmed over her. It was a tribute to the craftsmanship of the table that it held up under the weight of so many lusting male bodies. My wife was insatiable that night. Luckily for her, most of the men, surprised at their good fortune, fired off their loads after just a couple of minutes each.

Still, it’s amazing how much come twenty horny men can produce, and my sexy wife, being the target of all of it, was positively soaked by the time it was over. Each man came at least once, spewing his creamy seed into my wife’s pussy, mouth or asshole. When the group had dwindled down to five, I joined in. There is no way to describe the liquidy feeling of Meghna’s cunt after so much copulation. She had no idea it was me as I banged her from behind.

When the man in front of her asked me to trade places and I stuck my super-stiff cock under her nose, she recognized my genitals and looked up at me with the biggest, sweetest smile. She hugged my waist and kissed my abdomen tenderly.

“It’s about time you showed up,” she said lovingly.

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“I’ve been waiting for you all night.”

She sucked my cock in deeply. Her whimpers of pleasure vibrated around my shaft, and it was very obvious that the man behind her was pleasing her. The better he fucked her, the better she sucked me.

The last two remaining studs came up on either side of her face and gave her their bobbing tools. When the man behind her dumped his cream into her, it started a chain reaction, her muffled cries inspiring the two men to release a torrent of syrupy come onto her face, and me to fill her mouth with seven days’ worth of the same.

As the night came to a close, I held my wife warmly in my arms. Ever since that night, Meghna has been a much freer person. She proved to herself that she is capable of anything where sex is concerned, and this knowledge has helped to further liberate our relationship.

Neither of us needs a repeat performance. Meghna says she’s been fucked in every conceivable way and has experienced cocks of all dimensions. And we have a beautifully wicked photo album with sixty pictures of my lovely wife at her most sluttish.

Meghna says that she’d like to see what I would do with a small bunch of her girlfriends, so I’ve got my fingers crossed…

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