This is a true story to some extent. Although I had to change names to keep it confidential. Enjoy reading this amazing sex story of how my boudi fell for my cock and became a part of orgy and gangbang!
I put the razor to my face, sliding it over the remaining patches of beard that had grown over the winter. This New Year’s Eve I wanted to look smart for the ladies at the party I was going. I have been going out with Shalini for some time, but I was getting tired of her.
I even let Shahzaad (a dear friend of mine) fuck boudi’s brains out in a threesome with me.
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We fucked both her holes all night long till she could not scream or fight anymore. Boudi couldn’t walk for days after that and stopped speaking with me.
But I would whore her out soon enough to my friends when I wanted (I had her video and pictures), it was only a matter of time.
But for now, I wanted fresh meat, a new pussy for my cock.
I landed up at the party fashionably late enough. By that time most of the people had become clumsy as they were drunk. It was a party of a friend of a friend, Gaurav, where he had called both friends and family at his terrace.
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There were plenty of people but I was disappointed since there weren’t many women.
I met everyone, and after a bit of chit chat over drinks, I noticed that the younger people had left the old people to their drunkenness, and had moved to a corner on the terrace.
I wanted to join them, but before that I wanted to smoke a joint since the alcohol was not enough to cover my disappointment. I started rolling a joint when soon I was joined by a man in his mid-thirties, who was clearly a bangali bhadralok (bengali gentleman).
I thought he was going to protest.
But instead he said, “College’e amio ganja khetam. Aajke ektu hoye jak? Onekdin khayi ni.” (I used to smoke weed in college. Let’s smoke up today? I haven’t smoked weed in a while.)
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I thought he was a moron. We finished the usual courtesies and introductions. His name was Rajib and he was some kind of manager in a bank.
Even though I would prefer not to hang out with a loser like him, it helps to have company in misdeeds, people don’t bother weed smokers much when they are in a group.
So we were smoking up when a gorgeous lady approached us. She was a MILF – a boudi (bhabhi); she was wearing her sindoor which lead me to conclude that she was married.
She was in her mid-thirties, dusky complexion, with perfect 34D huge boobs and below her naked waist peeking through her saree was a round hip which swayed sexily with every step she took.
I had found my target for tonight – there was no way I was going to let her go.
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Boudi came towards Rajib and said, “Kothaye chile? Ami tomake khujcchilam. Mod kheye matal hoye gecho toh abar?” (Where were you? I was looking for you. You are drunk again aren’t you?) Rajib slurred out, “Na na! Ekdom na!” (No! No! Not at all!)
I could see she didn’t mind her husband having a good time. Rajib introduced me to her. He name was Arpita. I didn’t care that I was looking lustily at this hot boudi.
I was wondering when Shahzaad would join this party and help me fuck Arpita boudi. I offered the joint to Arpita who happily took a puff. She was looking divine in her sleeveless blouse.