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Mom Fucked by Dad's Bussiness partner

Hi friends I am Rajiv 19 years old I am narrating true incidence that took place last month. My mother Radhika is a sexy house wife of 35-26-37 she is 5ft-6 inch tall and her hairs are long up to her knees . She is favourite among the lafangas I have heard ppl at panwala’s shop that this lady has damn figure and if someone finds her alone would fuck her , I used to get upset by these comments on mom but I believed that these are just like other eve teasers. My father had a traveling job so he used to stay 6-7 months out of home . This incident took place when dad joined his duty , just few days before dad was about to leave he introduced us to his friend Kamesh Kedia he is business man, he had nice personalty and he was 2-3 years younger to father , dad and Kamesh were planning to start new business next year so he used to come at our place for formalities.He use to join us at dinner Kamesh is unmarried guy 6ft tall and he has brown eyes . One day dad went to delhi when this guy came he made loose comments on mom and talked about mom’s figure n etc

Mom would often complain to dad” Suniye mujhe ye admi acha nahi lagta! Aap aise logo k sath utha baitha na karein” Dad replied “ Radhika wo ameer hai paise wala hai , ameerzade zara bigde mijaz k hotey hein … agar sab kuch thik thak raha tou mein tumhare aur rajiv k sath hamesha reh paunga isiliye uski harkaton ko thoda ignore kerna sikho.”
After a day when dad left , Kamesh came I was at home as holi holidays were going on he said “Raju mamma ghar pe hein?” I replied “ Haan plz ander aiye”. I was getting late for my computer class & I had to stay to my friend’s place so I came out and shouted “Mom Kamesh uncle wants to meet u”.
I went to class and waited there for 15 minutes but our sir was out of town so class didn’t took place , I just went my friend’s home but he wasn’t in city , I came back it was 7:35 pm and all the lights of home were turned off I thought perhaps mom is in temple as it was Friday , so I went to temple to see mom but she wasn’t there I came back and I searched for key it was under a gamla. I unlocked the door it was dark! I went upstairs to see mom , door of her room was partially closed I peeped through the door and I saw mom was signing some papers , she was sitting on a chair and Kamesh was standing behind her Kamesh came forward and leaned over mom .
“Bhabhi jee yehan sign karein” Kamesh
“ Oh ab aur kitna sign kerna hai? Raju aa jayega mujhe khana bana na hai” Mom
“Radhika Rani iss bhukhe ko tou khana khila do bechara janmo se bhukha hai” Kamesh
“Kya matlab?” “ Matlab ye mere dil ki rani ki mein tumhe bahon mein bhar ker gee bhar k chodna chahta hun”
“HARAMZAADE! Mujhe pata that u aise kamine harket karega”


Kamesh embraced her from back and jumped on bed .Kamesh slapped mom . I was shocked to see that I was about to go n fight with Kamesh but suddenly then he torned mom’s blouse and mom was in brassier .Mom was wearing lacy brassier .Kamesh hold her boobs and pressed them against bed . Mom was lieing on stomach ,Kamesh was kissing mom’s neck and ear lobs mom was crieing for help and she was resisting. He pulled mom’s saree with a hand and unhooker her bra . Kamesh said” Aaj to jee bhar k tere sath suhagraat manaunga,tera beta waise bhi kal subeh aayega , puri raat tujhe chodunga” He unzipped his pant and pulled his triangular underwear downwards I saw his 8” hairy black cock he pressed mom under himself his cock was touching mom’s bare back he started moving to n fro and his cock was getting rubbed on mom’s skin he turned mom upside down and he put his cock in mom’s throat Mom pleaded “Please leave me” Kamesh said” I am tieing up with your husband just to enjoy you , and you want me to leave this golden opportunity? No way”


He pushed his cock in mom’s throat and holded mom’s head and pushed it towards his cock and started moving it nearer and farther he was enjoying that but the mom was uneasy every time when he pushed her head towards his lund mom’s nose would touch his pubic hairs he cummed in momma’s mouth , mom was very tired he pulled mom under himself and licked her cunt he was licking and pressing mom’s boobs simultaneously mom didn’t showed any resistance mom gave up now he was eating her pussy deeper n deeper and mom was moaning , he pushed himself over her and inserted his cock in mom’s pussy I saw it was like rose petals just about to bloom with another man’s lund he hold mom’s butts and pushed her downwards and he was completely inside mom then he started fucking mom he was moving up n down and each time his cock was exploring new areas of mom’s womanhood, Mom was crying “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” he was kissing mom’s face and licking boobs after 15 minutes he shooted hot cumm inside mom’ s booty he then got up and took his clothes and went for bath , mom was lying unconscious . I was still hiding Kamesh came back he throw some of water on her face and said” Sun rundi mein 10 tarikh ko fir aaunga tujhe chodne “ Mom nodded he left. Mom took her clothes and went to bathroom just then I pressed the bell , Mom took 15 minutes to open the door , I said my friend wasn’t in the city so I had to come back . Mom took me inside I asked her about her tiredness she said her stomach was aching

Fucking my Phupo (aunty)

Hi my name is sham and the story I am about to tell you is true. This happened last year. Ever since I was young I always fancied my phupo (dads younger sister), who is 35. I always used to look at her breasts and ass every chance I used to get. Her breasts always seemed very big under her blouse. I always used to dream of seeming them in the flesh. The many sleepless nights I have had just by looking at her are impossible to count. I always used to think that may be she knew that I was glaring at her body and then I stopped going to her house because of this.

But last summer I went to see her after about six months because I was longing to see her beautiful body again. When I got there I could not see her, I thought may be she had gone out and was very disappointed. Then after about 15 minutes she came out of her room and to my surprise she was pregnant!! I didn't even know!!

This made me even more horny looking at her big stomach and I could see that her breasts had swollen up, even though they were covered by her saree. She seemed a bit embarrassed as she realized that I was surprised to find out she was pregnant. She already had two kids. How I wished that I were the father of her unborn child!

She left to go to the kitchen to make some tea for me and my two young cousins went out to play. I just sat on the sofa for about ten minutes on my own. I then build up my courage to go to the kitchen and talk to my phupo. I went and sat on a chair and just watched her make the tea that she gave to me and then she started to cook some food. We talked a little, with my eyes always on her body, I did not care is she knew that I was looking because I could not control myself.

She started cooking and she did not realize that her saree had moved completely showing her big swollen her breasts which hanging out of her blouse, the sight of which made me want to go to the bathroom immediately and spray my load. But I could not get up because she might notice my hard on. I kept on looking at those beautiful breasts, those big dark nipples. I wanted to fuck her there and then on the kitchen floor.

Then to my surprise she suddenly looked at me an realized that I could see her big breasts and her swollen stomach clearly, ours eyes met and she grinned at me shyly. I nearly died of embarrassment. I tried to pretend that I was not looking at her, but the game was up. She said to me if I had a good look. I said that I was really really sorry and could not help but look at her beauty. To my surprise she said that it was all right and that she had realized that I kept on looking at her whenever I see her.

She said to me that her boobs had grown too big for her blouse and always stick out now and asked me if I wanted to touch them to feel the swelling. I jumped up and started to touch her nipple, she just closed her eyes and did not say a thing. I could not help it and just put her nipple in my mouth. With which she gave a little moan. I could see that she was enjoying this and ripped her blouse buttons off in excitement to show me her whole boobs, they were magnificent, I stared to caress them and suck them wildly, a little bit of milk came out of her nipples which I licked off. Suddenly my 4 year old cousin came in and asked what we were doing, my phupo calmly told her that I was checking to make sure she was not feeling ill and told her to go back out to play.

I calmed down and did not want to be disturbed again so took my phupo's hands and took her to the bathroom, which was next to the kitchen and locked the door. She said to me this was wrong but I said to her that I always loved her and it was all right. I slowly took off her saree and lay it on the floor. Then I slowly laid her on the floor and started to take her petticoat off and kissing and licking her whole body. Then I took off all my clothes and she guided me into her pussy and I just pumped and pumped until I had come inside her. I had never ever cum so much in my life. After ten minutes I fucked her again ensuring never to put any weight on her stomach so not to hurt her baby. Afterwards she said she was glad that we did it because she had not had sex for three moths because her husband did not like it because of her big stomach. What a shame I thought, he just does not realize what he was missing. She said he did that every time they had a child. I told her not to worry from now on I will service her whenever she is pregnant.

The good thing is that she is pregnant again and my job will start again for another few months!!

Watching mother fucked

Watching mother fuck


Hi, I am Ajay Patel. I am 21 and this story happened two years back. My family was poor and dad was always working very hard but we just managed to pay the bills and rent on the house.
My dad was 46 and my mother was 38. She was very fair was large breasts, 36c. Her legs were very light in color and so smooth. But their shape was amazing, they were not fat but just large enough to be so shapely. The story began when my dad was out on business. It was my cousins engagement party. But I had exams on so I was working. It was my mothers sisters daughter who was getting married. My mother had gone alone. To drop her back home from the engagement, my mother's sister husband (my aunty's husband) dropped her back in his car.
During this time we were very tight for cash and the house was very close to be taken away. Our close family knew this. Well my mother reached home and aunty's husband Vikesh also entered. They both thought I was not at home but at college. Really I was in my room working. I peeped from my room and saw that my mother had gone into her room to get changed when Vikesh came in. He presented her with an envelope of money. My mother was grateful to him for helping us out.
But then he said "what can u give me in return?" He then touched my mothers breast. My mother was furious she shouted at him. He then took the money back and was about to go. then my mother begged at his feet to give the money. He said only if u let me do what I want. My mother cried "yeah but we need the money".
Then vikesh laid my mother on a bed. My mother was dressed in a nice red saree for the engagement party. He said just be my dulhan for an hour. My mother was silent. He lifted her saree to knee level and I saw those lovely legs and I got a hard on. He then started undoing her blouse hooks and took it off to reveal the breasts. Vikesh was 53 and there was lust in him. My mother covered her breasts with her hands but he just pushed them aside...and started sucking and biting into them. After 10 mins of this...he pulled the rest of her saree off til she just had her black knickers on and he ripped them off. My mothers thighs closed and her legs. This was her last chance, her dignity being protected. But Vikesh pulled them open to reveal her virgina...his prize...the honey between her legs. He undid his trousers and quickly pushed his penis inside her.
My mother had her eyes closed and wanted to get the humiliation over with. He pushed harder and harder, he was moaning and moaning....while my mother just kept quiet...her shiny smooth legs open wrapped around his waist. His thighs pushed deeper and deeper. She was closing her eyes. As he reached the his high of pleasure my mother couldn't take it any longer and she let out a silent groan " gaaaaaa" was all she said. She had reached orgasmic point. He just smiled. At the end my mother looked away. He rested by her and said that her husband was lucky, he said that she had given him pure pleasure. My mother asked how he could cheat on her sister. He said that he was desperate for her. But no one should find out. My mother had seed all over her virgina and her juices were everywhere. He then pushed his head between her legs and licked her out and sucked her out for another hour. My mother was being used for sex because she needed the money...she had sold herself for sex.
He used her properly and took full advantage. He then asked for oral sex...my mother was totally tired now and said " but I don't even do that with my husband" But she had no power and he persuaded her that this will be the last act. He slid his penis in her mouth and she sucked till he ejaculated. My mother then just lay on the bed. The red saree underneath her..and her naked, with red marks over her body around her breasts and virgina. Her clitoris was swollen and she just lay there. He put his clothes on and left the money and went off.

Afterwards my mother limped a little for 2-3 days then recovered and no one knows about this to this day. I have masturbated over this for so long. And as a result I am very aroused by my mother.

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Juicy Milky Breast

I'm Zulfi . I am back again to share my experiences with you. My mother (Umma as we call her) is a beautiful lady. She is 37 now and I am 18. Girls in the Northern part of Kerala get married at a very young age. My mother is whitish, with good sized boobs and bottom. I get excited by her breasts and plump buttocks. She dresses very casually at home and sometimes doesn't wear any bra underneath her blouse. Once when she wore a cream colored blouse I could make out the outlines of her areolas of her breasts.

My father works in Dubai. At night I sleep with my mother in the bedroom as she is afraid of sleeping alone. I lie close to her often putting my arms over her and she doesn't mind it. Umma removes her sari and wears only her blouse and petticoat while sleeping. While my father comes from Dubai, she sleeps with him. A few months after my father came mother became pregnant. Around this time father took a few months leave from Dubai and we all moved into a new apartment at Cochin. The new apartment had only one bed room. My father and mother slept on one bed and I slept on the mattress in the floor. My younger sister was born in October. While my mother breast fed the baby, I saw the full breasts of my mom. Those milk pots excited me. One night as I was sleeping, the baby woke up and started crying. Mom woke up and unbuttoned the blouse and started feeding the baby. At this time father got up from the bed and went to the bathroom and returned. I lay motionless on the mattress. Father sat on the bed next to mom and watched her feed the baby. Mother teasingly asked father whether he too was hungry.

Mom, then put the baby on the cradle and rocked it till my sister slept. Then she returned to the bed and switched off the bed lamp. In the faint light I saw my father moving towards my mother. He placed his hand on her belly and moved upwards. On reaching the blouse he started to caress the breasts. He started unhooking the blouse buttons and then mom got up and helped father to remove the blouse. Father took one nipple in his mouth and started sucking while he played with the other breast. Mom let out a soft moan. I got very excited. I was only a few feet away from all this action. I could feel the deep breaths of my parents. They must have assumed that I was asleep. I held my breath and waited for more action.

My father then untied the knot of moms petticoat and slid it down her leg. Then he tore off his lungi. He then moved down the bed and put his head between my moms thighs. I was unable to make out what he was doing there. Mom seemed very excited during this period. He started rubbing this place vigorously and mom started making a 'OOOOHHHHH' sound. Father then crept over her body and started kissing mom all over the face, neck and chest. After all this kissing he got up from the bed, pulled mom towards the edge of the bed, spread her legs apart and slowly pushed his penis into her cunt. At the first time mom complained of some pain, father then took some thing from the shelf and applied it on his penis and between moms thighs and said to mom 'Now it will be fine' and slowly inserted his penis into her. Slowly he started it ramming in and out and I heard the 'plop plop' sound along with mothers soft 'AAAHHH AAAAHHH' moans. Mom started moaning wildly as father increased speed. After sometime father stopped pumping and took his thing out of her cunt and mom started to fiddle with it. Later both went to the bathroom and returned after about half an hour.

Next morning mom was very cheerful. I waited for more action in the next couple of days, but I was disappointed. A few weeks later my father left for Dubai. Mother seemed itchy after he left. I continued to sleep with mother in the same bed. One night, after dinner my mom was helping me with my school homework. My baby sister started crying. Mom took the baby, Asked me to hold her for a minute. She then removed the part of the sari over her breast and started opening the blouse buttons. I got an immediate erection. She then took the baby and started feeding her. My mind was away from homework and I wanted to see her nipples. She caught me staring at her breasts and she did'nt seem to mind. She asked me "Finished your homework". I nodded and went to bed and lay down there. After putting the baby in the cradle, mom came to the bed and lay next to me. I put one leg over her body and she came close to me and asked "What is it, Zulfi ? " She then turned towards me. It was then I noticed that her blouse was partially open in the front. I could see a nipple. She caught me again staring at her breast. She smiled and asked me. " Do you too want my milk". I blushed. Slowly she pulled up one side of her blouse and exposed one of her breast completely and said to me" The baby is not taking enough milk these days. My breasts feel very sore" and started squeezing her nipple. A drop of milk emerged.

I placed my hand on her breast and asked "Is it painful ?" She said " A bit" I couldn't wait for long. I placed my mouth on the nipple and started sucking. OHH MAA. Sweet warm milk filled my mouth. This is not a dream ... I thought. Mom then asked me to wait, while she removed her blouse. Now two full breasts waited in front of me to be sucked. I played with one while I sucked the other. Mom seemed happy. Meanwhile my penis was erect like a baton. It was poking on mom. She said 'Zulfi, what do you have there in your shorts, Let me see ". she slid down the shorts and was quick to hold on my erect member. She started pushing its skin up and down. Mom then slid down her petty coat and lay naked on the bed. She spread out her legs and I saw the unshaven pussy. She took my head and place it over her pussy. I inserted my finger into the hole and moved it in and out. Soon juices started flowing out her cunt. Mom got up again, raised her bottom a bit and placed a small pillow below her bottom and lay over it and spread over her legs. She then asked me to climb over her and helped me me to insert me prick into her hole. Her hands guided by inexperienced shaft into her hole. It went into the hole easily. I could feel the warm cunt walls. Then she slowly pushed me back and forth. I finally got the rhythm and pushed the penis in and out of the wet hole. Mom was wild with excitement. Meanwhile I played with her full breasts. I couldn't hold out for long and I pumped the entire cum inside her.

Next time I was able to hold out for more time. Over the next few days mom gave me lots of new experiences. She took my organ in her mouth and licked me to ecstacy. I licked her cunt until she was satisfied on another night. I showed her a picture of a girl being fucked through her anus. Mom agreed to try out this one also. Initially it was very painful. But she mastered the act in no time and took me into new heights of ecstacy.

She says that she won't get pregnant anymore since she is taking pills. I like to satisfy my mothers needs.

house-wife and the Shopkeeper

I am writing this story with trembling hands. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it...which is in itself nothing to the pleasure I get every time I think about how it was to watch my good, faithful and dutiful wife take the seed of another man! My 35 year old wife had started to take classes in belly dancing. It is perfect for her, as she is very dark, has nice round breasts, broad hips and a beautiful rounded belly delightfully centred with a deep dark navel. I had been looking for a present for her for our wedding anniversary and came across an oriental goods shop. I went inside the dark and actually, quite dirty little shop to find an old man of middle eastern style sitting behind the counter. The man wore a knitted cap, the kind many Pakistani men wear and he had a very long, very thick, grey beard. He was actually quite unfriendly and more than a little rude at first and asked me what I was looking for so I explained about my wife's belly dancing at which the rather crude and ugly old man became quite interested and started to grin and show me lots of clothes, belly-chains and such like. He asked ,e lots of questions about my wife...about what she was like, about her interest in dancing...about her body...After a short while, the man took a small box and showed me that it was full of small silver coins. He took one and gave it to me...

"Very rare" he grunted with an evil looking grin on his face..."For you sexy wife's lovely little navel"

I thanked him rather gingerly for the coin at which he laughed and informed me that it was a very rare and expensive coin and that I could only have it if I brought my wife to the shop in person so that she could see his wares for herself.

When I got home I went about my usual business, but I couldn't stop thinking about the small, dark shop...about the Pakistani owner...and about my wife trying on his wares in the dimly lit light of the room. That night we made love lke we usually do. I wore a condom as my wife didn't like taking the pill and we weren't ready for any more children right then. Strangely enough, my thoughts kept turning to the old man in the shop and the way in which he leered and grinned as we talked about my wife...The next morning, I told my wife Anita about the shop and suggested that we went to have a look around. She was a little surprised at first and said quite firmly that the old man would have to behave himself or she would leave at once. So it was that the very next weekend, my wife and I opened the door and entered the dark, shabby little shop to the delight of the fat old man...

There sat the same ugly old man at the same grubby little desk, yet this time his eyes lit up when he saw that my wife was with me.
My wife Anita was wearing a short green pullover and a long, loose-fitting gypsy skirt, leaving a large expanse of her shapely abdomen exposed and her deep dark navel bare...

The old man stood up and came around to welcome us. He shook my hand without taking his eyes off my wife's bare midriff for one second. Then he greeted Anita, putting his arm around my wife, his grubby fingers pressing and feeling the soft brown flesh of my wife's exposed waist.

"What can I do fo this pretty lady?" asked the man.

My wife explained that she was a student of oriental dance and that she wished to look around his shop to see if he had anything that may interest her. The man asked if there was anything specific that she was after...

"I want a dance costume" replied my wife.

"What kind of dance?" questioned the man.

"Oriental dance of course..." answered my wife, at which the man grinned.

"What kind of dance?" he pressed.

"Abdominal dance..." said my wife, turning a little red at the man's insistance.

He just stood there grinning and leering at my wife's exposed stomach and navel...

"Belly dance..." said Anita shyly to the delight of the dirty old man.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, of course" said the man, "...belly, belly, belly!" he laughed.

He took her by the waist and showed her to a changing room and where he pushed her inside, handing her a cheap looking costume to start with. He didn't even look at me while we waited for my wife to get changed. In fact, the man just seemed to vanish into a store-room behind the changing room for a couple of minutes...He returned looking quite excited and called to my wife to come out so that we could see how she looked in the dance costume. When she came out, he looked at her very seriously. She had the oriental dancing costume on - she looked beautiful...her large, heavy breasts pushed up and thrust out and the belt on the bottom of the costume two inches below her navel.

"No...no...no!" grumbled the man suddenly, "This will not do at all...not at all..."

He walked over to us, roughly pushing me aside, and proceeded to push the bottom part of Anita's costume much, much lower....so low that the whole of her smooth brown belly was bared to our eyes...so low that the top tendrils of her bushy black forest of pubic hair almost peeked out!

"You must show the whole of your belly, you silly girl!" he snapped gruffly, adjusting her belt and managing to get his hands all over Anita's soft brown belly in the performance of this duty....the belly in which Anita and I had made our children and that was, until that moment, untouched by any other man since the day of our wedding.

"Go on girl...." he grunted, "roll your nice little belly for me...show me how well you can dance!"

With that, my shy wife Anita looked over at me, but I just nodded my head. I had a lump in my throat and felt quite hot and concerned about what was happening in this man's small dark shop. My wife began to undulate her fine brown abdomen right there in the dimly lit shop, clashing the small cymbals on her fingers together in time to her abdominal undulations as if to some eastern rhythm . She shook her breasts and danced the way her instructor had taught her.

"Very good! Very good...you have learned well my girl!" he said to my wife, slapping her playfully and lecherously two or three times upon her bare abdomen almost as if I were not there in the room....

"You dance well but you are not truly relaxed. Lay on your back across my desk and put your hands behind you head and let me massage your belly for you!" the old man demanded.

My wife looked at me again as if seeking assistance but I was so taken with what was happening that all I could do was nod my head again and tell her to do as the man said..."Do as the gentlemen says darling...let him feel your belly..." I groaned.
Anita followed the man's instructions and stood there with her breasts thrust out...soft belly curving in, then out, then in again beneath them. She walked over to the table and lay down on her back as he had told her...her head resting on her hands...her body stretched out...her belly bare and sunken, rising and falling with each breath like a creamy sea of stomach flesh indented with the deep dark island of her navel. The old man began kneading and rubbing my wife's warm brown belly right in front of my eyes!
"Hmmmmmmmmm! What a nice soft belly you have my girl...and oooooohhhhh such a deep navel too!" he groaned, his grubby fat fingers playing with Anita's deep, dark, belly-button hole. The man kept on rubbing and kneading the different sections of my wife's bare belly...I both saw and heard how he groaned under his breath. He even noticed a couple of stray hairs peeking out of the by now very low waistband of the costume and he tickled them! The impudent old man actually pulled the bottom of my wife's costume out and took a quick peek done at her thick, bushy forest of black pubic hair. After a couple of minutes, the man stopped rubbing my wife's soft warm flesh and told her to stand. She did so. The old man then stared at her large breasts.

"Nice titties you have my girl...like big soft melons!" said the rude old man, "and fine fat nipples too, I'll be bound! You must have a different top with your costume...one with coins to jingle when you shake....Take of your top now!"

My wife stared at him, open mouthed and then looked at me.

"Don't look at him, you silly girl!" he snapped, "do as you are told and take of that top so that I can see your titties!"

My wife started to object to the man's growing sexual dominance and turned to me for support. "Do I have to show him by breasts now darling?"

she cried out..."Can't you do something?"

"Go on..." I said, hardly able to speak, "do as the man says now..."

I was as if in a trance. The man's dirty, dominant nature seemed to fill the whole room. It was as if I was powerless to resist, incapable of changing what was to happen...

My wife reached around behind her and undid the strap there, letting the bra fall to the floor. She straightened up and stood there, topless in the dimly lit shop...bare breasted but for her hands which she held cupping her soft melons...bare bellied in front of this horrible fat man...
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" he grunted, his hand seeming to rub a huge bulge in the front of his long white shirt. That couldn't be his penis, I thought, it reached up almost half way to his chest...
"Drop your hands girl!" he snapped to which she obeyed...quite to my surprise

My wife stood there, her breasts thrust out. Her breasts are large and heavy, yet stand out quite a way from the ribcage. Her nipples are big and fat, with surrounding brown saucers that are four inches across.

"Shake your titties for me so I can see what type of bra you will need!" he said.

Staring right into my eyes, my wife began to shake her shoulders, making her soft brown breasts wobble and bounce about like a pair of round jelly melons. I noticed a dark wet spot on his long white shirt, way up above his paunch...right about at the point where the huge bulge ended.

He took a coin-sown bra and walked over to my wife. He put the bra down for a second and took her breasts in his hands, rubbing, kneading and weighing the soft fleshy melons as if they were some tropical fruit and he was testing the ripeness.

"What nice melons you have my girl!" he said, "I bet they make a lot of milk for your children don't they...fine sucking nipples"

There she stood, half naked in the dimly lit shop with this strange old fat man crushing her breasts in his hands. Suddenly, the man lifted his shirt and hugged my wife to him. I was behind him, so I couldn't quite see what he was doing, but there was a look of wide-eyed amazement on Anita's face. The man seemed to be undulating his big fat arse, as if his was dry fucking my wife...she was groaning and trying to push him away...he was grunting and moaning in pleasure.

After a few seconds, he stopped and turned around and what I saw amazed me to this very day. In front of his fat, hairy stomach was a long fat cock that looked more at home on a horse! It was fat and ugly and dribbling pre-seed in a long thick rope-like trail, dangling from the end. I looked at my wife and saw the same slimy clear wetness all over her sexy belly.

"I'm so sorry darling..." she said, "I couldn't stop him...he was..."

What was he doing darling?" I asked.

"He was...fucking my belly! He was rubbing and thrusting his big fat cock against my soft bare belly darling!"

I could tell by her voice that Anita was excited and very very turned on by this point. I know what my wife is like and I know that when she gets like this, she must be mounted and mated or she gets very upset!

My own smaller penis was rock hard in my pants by now as the man grew more dominant.

"Bend over my girl! he ordered "I am going to fuck you! I will plough your fertile field and make a baby in your nice soft married belly!

To my amazement, Anita dropped the costume to the floor and stood there naked. She looked so erotic standing there naked before this ugly man. I have never loved her so much as I did at just that moment...knowing inside that she was about to take the seed of this horrible stranger. Anita looked at me...smiled...mouthed the words "I love you" and then went over to a table, her breasts and arse jiggling and her belly quivering, sucked in for the man.

"My my...what a nice hairy bush you have my girl!" he exclaimed.

She leaned over on the table and he went over to her. The old man looked at me, took a bottle of oil and opened it. He poured some into the palm of his hand and then commenced to rub and massage all over my wife's naked body....breasts...belly...bottom...and the thick thatch of her beautiful pubic bush. He really reveled in the pleasure of her hairy slit. My wife has a very thick, very soft and bushy pelt between her thighs...

"Now watch as I fuck your wife!" he snapped at me leering at me.

His big fat cock was just over a foot in length and as thick as a beer can and he was having trouble getting it into my wife's hairy slit.

"Come here and help me, you bloody impotent cuckold!" he taunted.

I walked over and took his cock in my hand...I could feel its blood-filled heat...I opened the lips of my wife's lovely little pussy and pushed about four inches of the monster cock into her...

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, "It's too big!"

The old man put his hands under her, rubbing and kneading the soft flesh of her belly, and suddenly thrust about four or five inches more into her!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOohhhhhhhhhhhhhh....no...no...please stop it!" she cried.

Then she stood, bent over, the man's hands kneading her soft belly and hanging breasts, with about eight inches of cock in her tight pussy and almost another six inches yet remaining outside! Three times, the man did the same thing, lifting Anita by the belly and grunting a couple of inches into her until...it all went in with no trouble. The man stood there embedded in my shy wife...his tongue hanging out like an animal...and he began to fuck her in ernest like the beast he was! The sound of fucking filled the shop, his fat, hairy stomach slapping against my wife's full round bottom...his long hairy ball sack swinging and bouncing with the effort...I took a moment to look at his scrotum...huge and heavy and swollen with his Pakistani seed.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh...floppy titties...nice soft belly...hairy little cunt!" he moaned as he fucked Anita. She was moaning and crying out in pleasure too.

I took out my hard penis and began to rub it for all I was worth. The sound of fucking, and groaning and swearing filled the air! The man was kneading my wifes hanging breasts like bread dough as he fucked her. Suddenly, he started to feel his ejacluation on its way.

"Where to you want me to seed your silly little girl?" he grunted at me. I didn't want him to cum inside her, as she was not on the pill and I didn't want her to have this man's baby.

"Please don't shoot inside her...please..." I pleaded, but he just laughed.

"Then I will stop the fucking of your wife right now if I am not to pour my seed into her belly and bless the two of you with my offspring!"
It was Anita herself who answered...

"No...please don't stop...Cum inside me if that's what you want...please cum in my belly...give me you seed...make a baby in my womb for me!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Anita was so taken by this man's erotic dominance, so lost in the fever of fucking that she was begging for him to mate with her and give her a baby!

"Yes!" grunted the man, "it is as it should be...I will fuck you and fill your belly with my blessed seed!"

The man held my wife my the waist and grunted in extasy again and again as he poured his into her fertile womb...there was so much thick slimy semen being pumped into her that it squirted out a few times, landing in thick white puddles on the dirty floor of his shop.
I was masturbating by this time and my own semen spurted out onto the floor of his dirty shop...a pathetic few drops compared to his deluge
The old man stopped thrusting and pulled back, his long fat slippery cock flopping softly down as it left my wife's hairy slit with an audible "plop", a long string of sperm hanging from the huge hole in the fat head of his massive cock. My wife whimpered and groaned..."Oh no...oh no..."

Sperm was running out of my wife, and the old man told her to lay down and raise her knees so as not to lose any of his blessing. The man put his monster cock away and took me to the cash register, where he took an inflated price for the belly dancing costume...considering that he had just had the pleasure of fucking my wife! My wife stood up and pulled her skirt on, still leaving her belly and breasts bare. Just then a woman and a teenage boy entered the shop. It was the old man's wife with one of his sons. The man said something to her that I didn't understand and she went into the back room leaving the young boy in the shop with us...his eyes wide as he stared at my wife's bare breasts and exposed stomach and navel. She proceeded to get dressed...her nipples still erect, clearly visible through the short jumper.
That was it! She thanked the man who said that his name was Iqbal and we started to leave the shop.

"Wait just a minute!" he shouted, "you forgot..."

The man ran up to us and showed me the small silver coin he had showed me the last time I was there...for my wife's little navel...

He took her to a chair and told her to stand on it, as he would not go on his knees in front of a woman...she did so.
The man took the small coin...looked for a second at Anita's exposed navel...and thrust his tongue all the way into her deep belly-button causing her to let out a gasp. He took the coin and pressed it into her saliva-wet navel where it stayed.
My wife thanked him again and we left the shop with a look of satisfaction on both his and my wife's faces and the small silver coin....glittering in the sunlight...in the centre of her firm brown belly!

Anita was tired when we got home so she went straight to bed, but I heard groaning coming from our bedroom. I went to her and we made love. We made love many times over the next few days, though she counldn't seem to adjust back to my smaller size for quite a while...she would shyly ask me the same question "Is is in darling?"

Nine months late, I watched as my wife gave birth to little baby boy...a son. The baby was much darker than our two sons. The nurses smiled when they saw the baby's skin colour. He was a fine young man, they said, and even at birth, the nurse said that he was a lucky boy to have such an abnormally large penis

Sex with Uncle's biwi(wife)

I'm cbemale from coimbatore 20yrs of age. I'm very big fan of ISS and i almost read every stories in this site. Now i'm preseneting my experience to u all. My experience is with my dad's dost's biwi. Her name is Swetha(fake) 30yrs of age,she has 38 sized boobs and she also has a firm big round ass. She is from southpart of tamilnadu, naturally they will have sexy shapes in their bodies. She will be looking very admiring to everyone and she has a small kid aged 6. As my dad and his pati were working in a same company they are very close to each other and i will call him uncle. His nature of job was very busy scheduled with his life.


Our family also later become very close to each other, every weekend they will spend the whole day with our family. I never had bad intensions till that moment with her, on one weekend,uncle and his family came to our home to spend the day. On that evening everyone were wathching a movie on tv,at that time swetha went to our kitchen for some reasons i also went to kitchen to have some water. I was very much exited watching the scene, she was adjusting her sari and i saw her 38sized boobs covered with blouse alone and her sexy huge navel were clearly visible. Her navel was looking damn sexy and it's bigger than actress kiran's navel, so imagine how big it was. I was stunned wathching that, she asked me what i want without covering her sari and her sexy parts, i replied "I came to have some water" she helped me to take the tumbler. I drunk the water and came back to the drawing room. Everything looked normal after that moment. After that day i started to dream about her and i spent many masturburation sessions thinking of her sexy boobs and navel, i'm waiting for next weekend to see her beautiful body and admiring face.


I spent lot of time with her after that and we both become very dostly after few days, she used to call me and we have long chat in the phone except sex.Days passed, after some days uncle came to my home as usual and said he has bought a new pc for his home use, he also requested me to teach the basics of pc and internet to her biwi swetha. I was very happy to hear the words from his mouth,i was waiting for that and i eagerly said "Yes uncle.......". He said me to come on every sunday afternoon, at that time only she will be free and no need of taking care of her kid because her kid will be in swetha's sister's home in some distance. I was very happy and i was waiting for the sunday. On sunday, I went to her home at 2pm(approx), i knocked the door,she opened the door with smiling face and she invited me inside. She guided me to the bedroom where the pc was present and she told that she will be back in 30mins after completing the prepararing food. I switched on the pc and connected to internet, i downloaded some sample porn movies from ISS and i was also watching some nude photos to get myself prepared for the warm up. After 25mins she came back to the pc room wearing a yellow cotton sari with red blouse, because it was very hot climate that time. I was wathching her sexy body top to bottom. She sat right to me in front of the monitor, i can see her clevage clearly. I couldn't take my eyes of from that sight then I started to teach her the basics of pc and how to work with desktop.


I was sitting left of her,while reaching the mouse towards my right i touched her boobs accidentally and intensionally many times, but she doesn't told anything for this act.Unforyunately i opened a nude photo page, but she didn't reacted anyway at all. This gave me courage to go further and i intensionally opened the page again and this time she didn't got angry and she asked a innocent question whether internet also has these kind of things. I was very happy of her question, because i expeceted a different type of reaction from her. I answered her the details of internet, and i played the sample fucking movie to her. She was stunned wathching the movie, she is not taking her eyes off from that. Now i touched her thighs which was covered with the sari, she was not reacting at all and atill she is wathching the movie, then i started to press her boobs softly above her sari, she is responding me by moving her boobs towards the front. I got the enough courage and i removed the front part of her sari and i pressed the boobs hard. She began to moan now,i was very nervous by doing that. I started to unhook his blouse and bra and I removed it to see her big huge boobs, i was very much exited to see her naked big sized boobs.


Her nipple was very huge black in color and erected nipples, by seeing this my lund went to it's extreme. I started to suck her big boobs, her half of the boobs went into mouth and i bit her nipple many times . This made her so exited and she replied me very well, i sucked the one boob and squeezes the other boob with my hand. All of a sudden she stopped me and went to the front home to lock the door which was just closed at that time i turned off the pc, because it's not necessary at this moment. She is standing half nude in front me, now i said her to remove the sari and she obeyed my words like a servant,she is with her red petticoat alone now. I went forward to her and i again started to suck her 38sized boobs, she caught my hair and she is pressing my head towards her boobs very hardly and enjoying the pain of sucking and biting the milk pots.
Now i concentrated on her honth, i placed a hot kiss on her beautiful honth and i sucked her honth and her zubaan. She closed her eyes and enjoying the pleasure now, she stopped for a moment and said "I want to talk to u", i said ok for that and i began pressing her boobs continously.


She requested me that to don't tell this thing to anyone and she said i'm very much depressed in sex for a long time,when the moment i saw u i planned to have sex with u and i had the intensions on u whil i saw you in ur kitchen. Her pati is very much interested in making money only and he is not looking after her sexual feelings. I consoled her and said "I will take care of her sexual feelings and i will be like ur pati hereafter", after hearing this she become very happy and kissed on my head. I become more exited after this and i started to play very hard with her. I removed her petticoat also and she was wearing a brown panty, she guided her panty towards down and i saw her big love hole which i never seen in porn sites also, it was covered with some hair on it and looked so gorgeous.


It was looking so fresh like a young girls rarely fucked choot, my rod become so hot after seeing this and i planted a kiss on her choot , i began to lick her choot hardly. I seperated her choot honth and started to lick deep inside her choot, and she pressed my head hard on her hole. I inserted my finger on her hole and began to finger fuck her, she responded me by making loud moans and by biting her lovely honth. I went little up and concentrated on her very huge sexy naval, i licked her navel and kissed it very hard. She is very busy with pressing her own boobs with her lovely hands, and making sexy sounds. She got up and asked me remove of my clothes, i obeyed her i started to remove by shirt, she came near me and opened my pant zip and led my pant down. I'm standing with my underwear alone and she is enjoying me watching my huge 7.5' rod inside my underwear. She opened my wear and took my tool on her hand, she began to suck my cleanly shaved hot rod,she bit my head mildly and moved her hand up and down on my tool, she started to suck hard and gave me nice blow job, after some strokes i ejaculated my sperms on her mouth. She eagerly drunk my hot juices fukky and cleaned my rod with her beautiful honth. That made me feel like anything and i enjoyed the pleasure very much. I stopped her and i told her lay on the bed and i again concentrated on her choot by licking hard and finger fucking, she moaned verry loudly and said "I'm cuming now........".
She cummed a huge amount and i licked her juices fully as she did with me, she had a very good cum. It's the time to have a full pleasure of sex now, i decided to fuck her hard now. I asked her to open her legs wide and i came closer to her love hole. I rubbed my lund on her choot and it aroused a lot, she opened her choot using her fingers and that made a easy entrance to me. Shwetha looked very tight inside and i didn't gave up,i gave full pressure on her hole on inserted hard on her. She is crying and moaning in pain and her fingers making marks on my back. I began very slowly and she is responding me by taking her body very close to me have full 7.5" inside her hot sexy hole, she requested me go faster and faster inside her and i made faster as enough. Her body was moving up and down and she is pressing my ass towards her, her boobs were swinging up snd down.


I enjoyed that scene very much and this continued for sometime and i said "I' m going to blast now", she requested me fill her tight hole with my hot juices and i didn't worried of her pregnancy at all. I cummed on her tight hole and she made huge moans and pressed my hole body on her, she took her legs up and allowed the juice to fill her choot, i didn't took my tool outside and slept on her and kissed her honth for a long time. Me and shwetha felt very tired after having a very long session of sex, and she said to me to have some food for refreshment and we can have a another session of sex after that. I got up and i relaxed for a while and followed her to kitchen to have food, we both were roaming nude all around the home that full day. I enjoyed her seeing nude and her boobs and ass were swinging here & there while walking, i commented about this and she loved that comment, she started to shake her boobs and ass more now. She gave me some milk and some snacks, i had the and i poured some milk on boobs. The milk is dripping on her boobs and i started to suck the milk from boobs. I told her to lay down, i filled her naval and choot with some honey and i began to lick the honey on her naval and choot.
Her naval can hold atleast 100ml of honey and i did a terrific job by sucking that. After sometime, I had that food and began to press her big round ass from her back and licked her ass flesh. I willed fuck on her ass hole and expressed my wish to her, she was exited by hearing this and replied i never experienced before with her pati. I explained how to have pleasure on her back and she was very eager to hear those words, i told her lay on the dinning table and she opened the legs wide open. My tool again raised up by seeing her back pose, i started to lick her ass hole and spreaded my saliva all over her hole and i lubricated well. She was enjoying that and her moan spreaded all over the room, i inserted my middle finger on her hole and she started to scream with pain. I fingered her ass hole very slowly, now i took some butter from the fridge and applied all over her hole and also on my lund for easy penetration, she was very much exited about this. She lifted and spreaded her legs wide open by laying on the table. Then i slowly inserted my lund on her back hole, it was very tight and i could not go further.


She was screaming in pain but i was not in the position of giving up, and i pushed my lund hard over her ass hole. Swetha got my lund fully inside her hole after some strokes, then i started to move my lund slowly she enjoyed that moment very much. I made hard strokes on her ass she makes pleasant sounds "aah.........aah.........amma...........vegamma adi......(make fast)" and i made faster, now i was ready for a cum on her ass hole,this time i didn't asked her permission, i poured my hot juices on her hole. I took out my tool and i started to lick the overflow from her ass hole with my tounge, she moaned with pleasure and kissed on my honth passionately, i started to suck her huge boobs again. And we had sex till 6 evening, i had a very good time with her.

Spying on My Mom

Thi story is about my mum and her employer, I don’t want to keep you waiting and keeping the details discreet, lets start the story.

It was a surprise holiday. My college was closed due to the death of one of our teachers. I was one of the few who didn't know of this till I reached college. None of my friends were there so I decided to go to my mom's work place, close from the college and then head home to the other side of the town.

My mom worked for a music shop which was in this desolate place a shop by itself without any other establishment near it. I wondered what business it would be doing since I seldom saw people in that area. But I guess we were getting some extra money which we needed since my dad was always out of town trying to market for a start up. He didn't make so much but he eventually would if the sales took off.

My mother would leave the house with me and travel in the same bus as we would have to go the same route. She would have to get off at one stop after mine. Every morning I would go with her, more because the people in the bus would be staring at her and I didn't want anyone to think she was alone and try anything bad. The guys in the bus would always be checking her out as my mom had a very sexy figure with big tits and a bulbous ass which became more prominent in the sari. Though she never looked up and sat very aloof I knew the men in the bus were always ogling at her. My mom always caught her bag and lunch in front of her on her bosom, which was modest of her.

I got on the bus and hopped off at my mom's stop. I slowly walked towards the music shop which was in the inner road. It was a shady area with a lot of trees. I wanted to smoke before I went in so I just peaked in to see where my mom was.

My mom was in her usual place behind the racks, there was this only one corner from where I could see her fully. The shop was empty as usual. So I snuck to the side and lit my cigarette. I was puffing casually, with one eye on my mom. I didn't want her to catch me. I had reached halfway when the owner of the shop Mr. Singh came out of his cabin. He was a friendly man and wasn't usually there, as my mom looked after the store alone. He came out and stood behind my mom. She was writing something and he was standing behind her and saying something to her. I was still very relaxed till Mr. Singh put his hands on my mom's shoulders. Now this was very odd. My mom was such a pious and innocent lady and she was being touched by her employer. I was watching with my mouth open as Mr. Singh started giving her a shoulder massage. His fingers were going round and round on her shoulder and neck. Slowly the circles became wider and Mr. Singh was slowly going for her boobs. Now I thought my mom will scream out but she closed her eyes and was apparently enjoying it. Mr. Singh slowly inserted his hands in to her blouse from top and, the tight blouse bulged out more as he cupped her boobs. I felt as if I was on fire, also maybe because the cigarette had reached my finger and was burning me. The burn by the fire wasn't as painful as was seeing my mom get her tits squeezed. I was aroused too at the same time, I wanted Mr. Singh to do more and I wanted to see.

Mr. Singh removed his hand from her blouse and told my mom something. She closed the book she was writing into and walked behind Mr. Singh into his cabin. I couldn't see anymore. I just waited for sometime and slowly crept behind the shop from where I could look into Mr. Singh's cabin. I looked in to see my mom sitting on Mr. Singh's work desk and Mr. Singh standing in front of her. He put both his hands on her side and lifted her sari till it was caught under my mom's ass. She lifted her ass up so he could pull up her whole sari above her waist. I could see my mom's fleshy fat thighs, also the streak of black panty which was showing like a line between her big thighs. Mr. Singh let the lower portion and went for the boobs, he wasn't so much of a boobs man I think because he just opened a few buttons on the blouse and let the bra be. Still my moms boobs spilled out from the small bra and Mr. Singh kissed the bulged out tits. He squeezed the boobs over the bra, while he licked her neck. All this while he never tried to kiss my mom, I was glad about that. In some way I felt that was good. Mr. Singh then motioned her to lift her ass again so he could slide her panties off. My mom complied and lifted her ass and Mr. Singh swiftly pulled off her panty. I still couldn't see her pussy because of her big thighs, till Mr. Singh parted her thighs. Now I could see her clean shaven cunt.

This surprised me. I would have never imagined my mom having to do anything with her pussy much less shave it. Mr. Singh got down on his knees and held her thighs apart as he started licking her pussy. My mom had her eyes closed, enjoying being eaten. Mr. Singh was an expert as he rubbed his whole face into her big cunt, licking her pussy lengthwise and then tickling her ass hole too. My mom was moaning now as she held his head with both her hands and pushed him more into her cunt lips.

In a few minutes she was writhing and she started Cumming. She was a biting her lips not to scream out. Mr. Singh came up for air when she had finished her spasms. He got up and offered his hand so my mom could get off from the desk. After she got off, he turned her around. My mom was now facing the desk with her hands on it. Mr. Singh held her waist and moved her back so she was in a perfect doggy style position. Mr. Singh unzipped his pants and let it fall to the ground along with his underwear. Mr. Singh then bunched up her sari properly again, admired the view of the sexy big ass in front of him and with the other hand rubbed his cock head into my mom's cunt. He was getting his cock wet with her cream. When his cock head was shining with her cum he inserted his cock into her fuck hole with one swift stroke. He held her waist along with the bunched up sari and started a slow motion, getting his cock into her cunt and then pulling out slowly. He would wait for a few seconds when his big black cock was deep inside and then pull out.

As he got more excited his speed increased. My mom's ass cheeks jiggled whenever he banged his pelvis onto her wide ass. Mr. Singh let go of her waist for a while and grabbed her breasts, pulling on them as he banged her ass. He was using her tits as a support to heave himself on her. After fucking her for five minutes Mr. Singh closed his eyes and threw his head back, gripped my mom's ass cheeks and started blowing his load into her cunt. The last stroke he just banged and waited deep inside her pussy till his balls had spewed out all the cum. My mom was cumming too; she was moaning and whimpering all at once. They just stuck to each other for a minute then disengaged. Mr. Singh pulled up his pants and my mom put her hand to her pussy so that the cum wouldn't leak out and soil the floor. She went into the restroom holding onto her cunt.

I ran from there, I had to get home as fast as I could so I could just wank off and release all the tension. From that day i used to visit my mom's workplace frequently. somtimes she gets fucked by Mr. Singh 4 times a day. i have seen Mr. Singh sucking on my mom's wonderful round breasts for hours. their fucking sessions were wild. i felt kinda bad for my father but i kept my mouth shut. this went on for 6 years untill my father was transferred to another place.

Wife Fucked By Friend

As the monsoons arrive, I am reminded of another day a couple of years back, when the heavens opened up in a sudden downpour, and took us by surprise in the first rains of the season. It was evening, and I was sitting with my friend Josh, having coffee at home. My wife Rashmi, who is an Air Hostess, had yet to return from work, when the downpour started. I got worried, as Rashmi had not taken any rainwear to the airport. I called her up on the mobile, and she said she would manage her way back. So here we were, waiting .

Josh is a close family friend. Though himself a bachelor, he visited us often. He liked Rashmi’s cooking, and often teased me for having such a beautiful and accomplished wife. I dare say we too liked Josh, and I have often seen Rashmi making extra efforts to make our outings memorable. Suddenly, the door opened, and Rashmi stood at the doorway, completely drenched. From where she stood, she could see me, but Josh was hidden by a partition in the living room. She was wearing her work clothes- a blue skirt, ankle length, and a white top. But she may as well have been standing there naked. The shirt clung to her breasts, and one could see the outlines of her bra. She must have run to get out of the rain on her way home, and so was panting. Her breasts were heaving as a result, and the rushing adrenalin had caused her nipples to stand out erect. At 5 feet 6 , with a body of 34-25-34, she stood there like a goddess. ‘What a way to get caught in the rain’, she exclaimed, as she walked into the room, absorbed in the need to divest herself of her clothes. ‘I am wet to my core, darling ,’she said. And before I could say anything, she took her shirt over her head to take it off.

Her flat stomach came tantalizingly into view, and her belly button glistened with rain drops that had found a way through her shirt. Soon, her bra came into view. And then the shirt was off. All this happened in a split second. It was only when she had taken off her shirt that we heard a sharp intake of breath, and she became aware of Josh. We all looked at each other in the embarrassing moment that followed. There was Rashmi, dripping like a fresh mermaid in the center of the room, with her husband and another man looking at her. Josh recovered first, and attempted to break the awkward silence. ‘Gosh, Rashmi, you have a beautiful body’, he muttered. She smiled tentatively, and rushed out to the bedroom. Josh kept his gaze at her bare back, at her swinging hips. I knew what he was going through, the poor sod. We had dinner together. Things were normal on the surface, but when I saw the glances Josh cast surreptitiously on Rahmi’s breasts, and her demure manner, I knew things had changed unmistakably.

The two had certainly ignited the odd pagan interest in each other, I could see that. Now I love Rashmi very much, and we have a very fulfilling sexual relationship. However, at times, I have always thought I would love to see her fucked by another man. At that time, seeing what was happening, an idea came into my mind, and I set about my plan. I was confident it would work. I also felt safe with the idea, as I knew Josh, and knew he would no do anything that might hurt my wife. I got my mobile to ring a test call. I picked it up, and appeared disconcerted. Dropping the phone, I said there was an emergency, and my boss had summoned me to the office. Before they could protest too much, I told them to go ahead with their dinner, and slipped out of the house. I started my car, took it out of the driveway, and parked it around a bend. Then I ran back to the house, and peered inside at the dining room from an open window. They were at the table, but Josh was not eating much. In fact, he still had that trance look on his face.

I could make out the words from my hiding place. She asked him why he was not eating. ‘Seeing you today has ignited a different hunger', said Josh. This was a totally different Josh I was seeing, with his direct come-on. ‘Really?' said Rashmi. ‘Then I have a suggestion. Get out of my house’This was unexpected. That was the end of my plans, and maybe a friendship, I thought ruefully. Josh got up from the table. ‘At least let me help you with keeping the dishes’, he said. Rashmi glared at him, and then relented. They carried the dishes into the kitchen, also visible form where I was. Josh followed Rashmi. I am sure her swinging hips and her wide ass, tantalisingly in front of him, combined with the events of the evening, totally turned Josh’s head at that point. As Rashmi bent on the kitchen sink to keep the dishes, Josh grabbed her from behind. I could see Rashmi’s back stiffen, and then she turned back, her breasts heaving in anger, and looking all the more voluptuous . ‘Get out’, she screamed.By now, Josh had gone beyond reason. ‘Not after such an invitation, you bitch’, he rasped. Things were turning serious now.

From my hiding place, I wondered what to do. I had half a mind to shout, and call it off. But something held me back. I quickly ran around the house, and let myself in silently with my key. Josh had held Rashmi’s wrists, and had pulled her out into the hall. ‘Let go’, screamed Rashmi. ‘Not so fast’, said Josh. He managed to hold both her hands with one hand, and with his other, he pulled her hair and got her face close to his. She screamed in pain. Oblivious, he planted kisses on her luscious lips, her neck. ‘I want to see you naked, now’, he rasped. Saying that, he yanked at her shirt. A couple of buttons broke loose, before the shirt came away in his strong hands. Rashmi was wearing my favorite lace bra, and the sight of that can turn on a statue. I could see the effect it had on Josh. He only gurgled, and yanked at the bra, which came off in one go. There was Rashmi, still fighting to break free, her torso exposed. Josh still held her hands, and took her body in. ”Wow’, he hissed. ‘I don’t know how I have controlled myself all these years’. With one hand, he unbuckled his belt, and got out of his trousers. I gasped when I saw his tool.

It was at least 6.5 inches long, and much thicker than mine. ‘Suck me’, he hissed. ‘Never’, screamed Rashmi. Without warning, Josh slapped her hard. Red marks were left on her cheek, and a faint dribble of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth. I was about to come out of my hiding place, when he sat down on the sofa, and dragged her to a kneeling position in front of him,. Holding her hair, he brought her face close to his cock, and brushed her lips with his crown. She still struggled, But Josh was firm. He started kneading her nipples with his hand. I could see Rashmi’s nipples harden. Slowly, I could see her resistance wane, and I relaxed. ‘I can’t take all this in my mouth’, she said. ‘You’ll be surprised’, laughed Josh, as he pushed his cock into her beautiful mouth. She nearly gorged, but then opened her mouth wide to accommodate him. Now Josh was fucking my wife’s face, and I couldn’t but feel the excitement.

His thick cock went repeatedly in and out of her face, like a piston. He kept massaging her back, and squeezing her breasts. Soon, he reached a crescendo, and emptied his cum into my wife’s mouth. I could see her panic when he came, as she had never swallowed cum before, but she swallowed every drop skillfully. Now he made her stand up, and told he to strip. ‘Take off your salwar and do a mujra for me’, he hissed. By now, Rashmi was fully into the game. She quietly slipped out of her salwar and panties. Standing naked in front of Josh, she switched on the music, and began to move her hips seductively. ‘Oh Baby’, whispered Josh. He soon regained his erection. He then went to her and with one swoop, gathered her in his arms. Then he took her to our bedroom, onto our bed. I quietly followed, and stayed in the shadows. He made her lie on the bed, and lifted her legs, spreading them. His tool was massive now. Without warning, he dove into her. ‘Ouch’, I heard Rashmi yelp. That seemed to spur him on.

Thoroughly dominating Rashmi, he rammed into her with that monstrous cock of his. Rashmi gasped and cried, but soon her cries turned to moans. Despite herself, she was beginning to enjoy herself. Suddenly, Josh took his tool out. ‘I’m not going to let you off so easily, darling’ he whispered. He quickly turned her on her belly, and lifted her buttocks up in the air.Taking some jelly from the dressing table, Josh put one finger up the crack in her ass. ‘That hurts’, said Rashmi. Josh responded by simultaneously stroking her cunt. Slowly, I could make out that Rashmi’s ass was getting relaxed. Soon, Josh had two fingers in her ass. Then he held her hips, and thrust his rod into her ass. He went in slowly this time, then increased pressure. Soon, the entire length started going in. Rasmi was by now neighing like a mare. Josh pulled her hair back , as he humped her. After for what appeared like ages, he came, and rolled off her. They lay by the side of each other, and I knew it was time for me to return officially. I ran back to my car, and drove it back to the house.

I rang the bell, and a very disheveled. Rashmi and a guilty looking Josh greeted me at the door. ‘Did you enjoy your dinner, Josh?’ I asked. ‘I hope Rashmi’s pudding was tasty’, I further enquired, as he kept getting redder and redder. When Josh left, Rashmi wanted to go off to sleep, but I was having none of it. The evening had set my cock on fire. That night, we had one of our wildest nights in bed.

Ending the Virginity

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A few of the girls in my dorm have written stories for your web site and have ...encouraged me to do the same. I don't have any stories about group sex, gang bangs, experiments with lesbianism, or hooking up for incestuous sex with my brother or cousin. I just want to share how I gave my virginity away.

It was four years ago, just at the end of my sophomore year. Most of my girl friends had already experienced sex and I was eager to find out what all the fuss was about.

Some of my friends loved having sex for the first time while others said it was painful and disappointing. Of course I was hoping that I would be able to enjoy it. I have a small pussy, or so I thought from doing comparisons with some of my girl friends. The thought that my first partner might be too big for me had crossed my mind.

The one thing I was sure of is that it wouldn't be hard for me to find a guy who would be willing to deflower me.

I'm an attractive and exotic looking girl of mixed heritage - I'm Philippino blended with a mix of Caucasian bloodlines. I guess you could say I got the best of both worlds. I have big brown eyes and long eye lashes, a delicate nose and sensuous lips. My face is framed by long, silky black hair that hangs past my shoulder blades and I have a smooth, very light tan complexion which adds to my exotic look. Although I'm only 5-2, I have long legs that are slim, smooth and athletic and a really nice ass. My measurements are 34B-23-32 so I look really good in a bikini.

So I really wanted to loose my virginity but I didn't want to just toss it away to some big ego-ed jock who would fuck me then brag to anyone who would listen. I suppose most schools have that competition going on where guys try to bang as many girls as possible. I made up my mind that I wasn't going to spread my legs for a guy who only thought of me as a chance to earn more points.

There was a guy, a year older than me who had always been really nice to me. He was the kind of guy who was nice to everybody. I know he once went to a Sadie Hawkins dance with a girl who - to put it kindly - was far from attractive just because she asked him. He had more than his share of more attractive girls who were eager to get to know him better...a lot better. I knew several girls who said they wouldn't mind going to bed with him.

I knew he didn't have a girl friend, but I had also heard the he had a least 3 or 4 female friends who he made love with on a fairly regular basis. He wasn't the kind of guy who needed to fuck a lot of girls to build up his ego and he wasn't the kind of guy who bragged about his conquests. The only reason I knew about some of the girls he had been with is I over heard three of them talking about the fun one of them had with him the evening before. I started to wonder how I could get into his little circle of sex partners.

Like I said, he had always been really nice to me. A few months earlier he saw me standing at a bus stop in a rain storm. He pulled over and offered me a ride and wound up driving way out of his way to take me home. He was also the reason I was a new member of the JV Cheerleading squad. He was running for Student Council President (he won) and while he was campaigning I confided in him that I was thinking about trying out for cheerleading, but lacked the confidence. I had a definite fear of rejection. He ...encouraged me, telling me that I had the charisma and gracefulness and athletic ability to do it. He also said fear of rejection was no reason not to try since rejection is a possibility at any stage in life. I could learn to deal with its possibility now or much later in life.

After I tried out and made it, I felt like I owed him a debt of gratitude. When I found out I had made the squad, I ran up and gave him a huge hug since he had been the one who ...encouraged me, and I thanked him for making it possible. He told me my success was all my own and that all he did was give me something to think about. I found myself developing a big crush on him.

So when I decided to become sexually active, I decided I would like to have him be the one to deflower me.

He is Japanese by ancestry. I think there was some element of wanting to do it with somebody who was also Asian by heritage. Not that I'm racially biased, it just seemed like I could feel a connection to somebody who could identify with the occasional sense of racial isolation that an Asian student could have in a mostly white school. Even though I had lots of friends and nobody had ever shown overt bigotry toward me, I sometimes felt set apart.

There was also a sense that since Asians are supposed to have smaller penises, being with him wouldn't be painful.

A couple days after my being named to the squad, and after he won his election, I was waiting at the bus stop. He pulled up and offered me a ride. I told him I'd like to treat him to pizza or something some evening to thank him for his encouragement. It would be a joint celebration of our victories. He said that would be great, but he wanted to treat me and we made a date for the upcoming weekend. I felt so elated that he said yes.

The next day at school he came by my locker and gently took my arm and walked me to the school cafeteria. I found myself sitting with him and all the high achieving kids that made up his circle of friends. His best friend, a girl, was there. I had heard that they had dated for a while but had broken up, and I thought it was unusual that they were the best of friends. She is a really cute blonde and had just been elected Senior Class Vice President, and she was also captain of the girl's soccer team, so she enjoyed her own high level of popularity. She's also so sweet and unpretentious.

After school, I was again waiting at the bus stop when she pulled up and offered me a ride. As we were driving along she told me that her friend, the target of my crush was really flattered that I wanted to go out with him. She said he really found me attractive and had said that I have one of the nicest pairs of legs in school.

I asked if the two of them had really dated for a while and she confirmed it. She added that it just didn't work out. They had been friends for so long and before they dated they just couldn't adjust to the change in their relationship. They argued a lot and finally decided that they were better off being best friends again. Then she added that one good thing came from it, she got to lose her virginity to somebody she really loved, even if it was friendship love as opposed to deep romantic love.

She had been involved sexually with a number of guys after him and he was the best. Not that he had the most spectacular body or the biggest penis. He was just so caring and considerate. He had actually read everything he could about performing oral sex on a girls so that he could give her as much pleasure as possible. I thought that was so cool and really told me something about him He had, she told me, given three of her friends some really enjoyable sexual experiences. Two gave their cherries to him.

She asked me if I had ever had sex and of course I told her I hadn't. She said my pizza date on Friday could be my big night.

Now I really wanted that to happen. She told me to wear a mini skirt to show my legs off, and that a short top that showed off my naval would be nice, he was really turned on flat tummies and tiny waists. She also told me that if I wanted to do it in a big cozy bed, I could bring him to her house because her parents were going to be out of town.

I joked that it sounded like she was pimping for me. She laughed and said it wouldn't be the first time he brought a date to her house. All three of her best girl friends had made love with him in her bed. They, along with her were the only 4 girls he had ever had sex with. He was certainly popular and cute enough to have other girls in his life. But she said he felt lucky to be able to make love with 4 cute girls (with great bodies) and didn't need to look elsewhere. He had told her that he didn't want to have casual sex with girls he barely knew. He only wanted to be with girls he felt some connection with. She told me that I could definitely be one of those girls.

So we went out for pizza and had a great time playing miniature golf afterwards. After I lost to him on purpose, I worked up the nerve to tell him that his best friend had invited us to stop by her house. Of course he knew what that meant asked me if I was sure I wanted to do that. I really did and I told him so.

Fifteen minutes later we were in his friend's bedroom and I was slipping my bra off. I have nicely shaped B-cup breasts with pinkish brown nipples that, including the areola are about 3/4 of an inch across. I really liked letting him see them. He kissed and sucked my nipples, and oh so gently bit them. It felt so good.

He kissed me all over my flat tummy as he caressed my thighs. When he slipped my panties off, he gently blew a warm stream of breath on my exposed lips. I have a pretty pussy with delicate brown lips and a really pink interior. He told me its beautiful before he slipped his tongue into it.

Then he got undressed and I saw how trim and muscular he was. He was a varsity wrestler and it showed. I then saw an erect penis for the first time. It was so cute. I had nothing to compare it to but I just knew it was shaped so nicely. It wasn't very big, only about 5 inches long and I have had much larger ones inside of me since then. But his looked so beautiful. The head was swollen so much that the purple skin was stretched to the point where it was shiny and looked like it was going to burst. I could see small veins running along it and around it, and I could see them pulsing.

I took the cute little head in my mouth and managed to take all but an inch of it down my throat. It was so much fun. I explored the little flap that starts just below the opening, and I opened the little slit and tried to lick inside of it. After a few minutes I felt his penis start to throb and flex and I got my first taste of warm, salty semen. I wasn't grossed out at all and I gladly swallowed it.

Then he gently helped me up off my knees and guided me onto my back on the bed. He gently licked my pussy and got it good and wet. Then I watched in fascination as his penis moved toward my waiting little virgin hole. The head felt so warm and soft against my dainty outer lips so he spread them. There was a brief moment of pain as the head pushed past the tightest part of a pussy at the beginning of the vaginal canal. But once his head was past it, the rest went easily and painlessly into me.

His firm stomach and the soft pad of his groin were pushed up against my tummy and crotch area. He didn't start pumping right away because he said he wanted to savor being inside of me for the first time. We exchanged long, loving kisses as he slowly began moving in and out of me. I could feel him drawing almost all the way out of me and gently pushing all the way in with every stroke.

I came twice before he injected my little vagina with a load of hot cum. It felt so good. It began with a rapid twitching of his penis then I felt 3 distinct spurts against my inner walls. A brief worry went through my mind since I had only been taking the pill for a few weeks, I hoped they had time to take effect.

We relaxed and cuddled with him still inside of me and my long pretty legs around him. He's only an inch taller than me but really muscular, and he easily lifted me and turned us over so that I could ride him cowgirls style. We also tried some doggie before returning to missionary. We must have tried at least 10 variations of it with my legs over his shoulders, with my thighs pressed up against my chest, with him kneeling so we could both watch his penis moving in and out of me and on and on. He had already cum twice so he was able to keep going without shooting another load into me, which gave me a chance to cum several more times.

An hour and a half later, we thanked our hostess and he took me home. That was the beginning of a year and a half of frequent sex with him. We still have sex from time to time, but our opportunities to get together were fewer after he graduated. Now we probably only make love once a month but its always good.

I wasn't the only partner he had that next year of school. He was after all, Student Council President and a lot of girls wanted to be with him. Also, I couldn't expect him to give up the other 4 girls he made love with before he and I hooked up. I had other sexual partners too. My partners were older guys who didn't go to our school. I wasn't going to be a point on anybody's scorecard and I didn't want to get a reputation.

He knew I was screwing other guys and was only concerned that I practiced safe sex which I did. He and my big brother's two best friends were the only ones I trusted enough to let them cum directly inside of me.

My brother of course, was happy that I was letting his two best friends make love with me because he didn't want me taking risks with strangers.

So that's how I began my sex life. It may not be as interesting as some other stories or offer up a lot of masturbation fantasy images, but I think its important for younger girls to know that they don't have to throw their cherries away in a meaningless relationship.

- The End -

Indian Wife & Mistress

Tushar could recollect every moment of that evening. In fact, that's exactly what he had done during the last couple of months. He had fought against the desire but in the end it had been too much to bear and he had taken the flight to Delhi. He didn't know whether she would agree or whether it was right to do this. They were such a nice couple...decent and courteous. They were neighbours of his son and daughter-in-law. He guessed, they were of the same age too. A caring husband with a good career, a lovely kid and a nice home...she had everything a woman could ask for. Why will she be interested in him...a old man in his sixties. Whenever he was in Delhi they would come over and meet him. In fact, Rupa came over to his son's place almost everyday and would always make it a point to include him in their chat. At times her husband, Sunny, would also drop in. It had looked so hopeless so ridiculous, but...

...the animal in him was relentless in its pursuit. No matter how much he tried, it was useless. That evening was still vivid in his mind. The way she had walked into the apartment. She looked stunning in her black long skirt and white top. The more he looked at her the more fascinated he became. She was tall, slim and long legged. Obviously she took care to stay in perfect shape even after becoming a mother. That would often set him thinking. He always thought that women seldom cared about themselves after they had kids. But she was an exception? Or was it that she enjoyed showing herself off. Was she unsatisfied with her life? Was she trying to attract men? What's the use of having a nice figure and not making it available to others? There were too many unanswered questions. It definitely looked like an opportunity. But he had to be extremely careful. He would have a tough time explaining if things went wrong.

Suddenly he had remembered Prabhat. He was a practicing psychriatrist and might be able to help him. Tushar met him in his consultation chamber. He made a clean breast of everything to Parbhat.

Prabhat had laughed. "You should be ashamed Tushar, she is much too young for you."

"You don't understand Prabhat." Tushar had been defensive. "You know better. Since when has desire been limited by age barriers? What else can be the reason for old men of my age to marry twenty year olds? Even the legendary Pele is no exception."

"You don't have to defend yourself." Prabhat had again broken into a loud laugh.

Irritated, Tushar had stood up.

That brought Prabhat back to his senses.

"Okay, okay. But tell me do you think you are still capable of having sex."

"I don't know. Ever since my wife had died I had never done it. But this girl has broken all my resolves. If she helps me I can definitely have it with her."

Prabhat was suddenly more sombre. He could understand Tushar's frustration.

"Tell me everything once again..I mean how you met her, her apparent attitude towards you, whatever you know about her."

It had lasted a whole two hours. At the end Prabhat came up with a strategy.

"Remember." He warned. "Don't ever try to hurry up matters. I don't know whether it will be of any help but maybe the try is worth it. In every married woman's mind there always that tiny spark of infidelity. It's a sort of a taboo. You need to steadily ignite that spark and the resultant fire will help you. You will have to show her the way and at the same time convince her that you are a prospective and safe partner. A number of things need to be done for that. First, try to get more acquainted with her and know her better. Agree or at least pretend to agree with all her views. Compliment her whenever you find an opportunity. As the relationship develops start complimenting her on her figure and the way she carries herself. It will subtly let her know that you are an admirer. Try spending time with her alone. Find out an alibi to take her out. If she loves to go for shopping take time out of your schedule to take her wherever she wants. Buy her dresses. I don't know her preferences as far as dresses are concerned but they should be the ones that you would like your mistress to wear...you know, the revealing types like skin tight @jeans, pencil skirts or dresses with side slits. If you go to any good boutique you will find lots of them. Then may be lingerie. But never make hasty advances. Your role is to slowly and steadily enable her to comprehend that you will be the most safe and reliable partner to commit adultery with."

"Prabhat, its driving me crazy just to imagine her as my mistress. Talking of dresses that I would like my mistress to wear, I'm sure it will be difficult for me to choose one since I hate the idea of clothes hiding a figure like that." Tushar chuckled. "But why will she be interested in somebody like me when she can have scores of younger men."

"Ah! You don't understand very simple things. A relationship with you will be far less suspicious than that with a younger man. She has a happy family life and I'm sure she will never want to jeopardise that. Even if people see the two of you together they will hardly suspect that she is your mistress. There's one more thing that you need to work on. Miss no opportunity to remind her how unfortunate you have been to lose your wife at a young age and you never considered marrying again because you never wanted to neglect the kids. This will surely appeal to her. This is all I can think of now."

During his next trip to Delhi, he had strictly gone by the advice Prabhat had given him...the compliments, agreement with her views and offering to take her out for shopping. Of course, he had to be very careful to make sure that nobody else got to know of his offers. She appeared hesitant and managed to come up with excuses to turn him down. There was a definite change in her behavior too. Suddenly she appeared somewhat ill at ease whenever he was around. The laughs and the jokes were replaced by unsure glances. Was this a wild goose chase? thought Tushar. But there was one silver lining. Apparently, she hadn't told anybody about his offers.

Alarmed, Tushar had called up Prabhat from Delhi.

"Don't worry." He had assured. "She got the message. Her initial hesitance is understandable. She is not the promiscuous sort and it will probably take her some time to decide whether to go along with you. Don't worry, I guess you are doing fine. All you can do now is to keep up the chase and hope for the best. But remember, don't be hasty."

Prabhat's reassurances worked wonders for Tushar. He realised that the key was to spend time with her and taking her out would be the best opportunity to do that.

Next time he had caught her by surprise. He had called her up from his client's office at noon and offered to take her out.

"Uncle, I just can't go off like that. I have a kid to care for. Maybe, we can fix something up later. Anyway at the moment I have no plans to go shopping for clothes." The perfect little alibi again.

Fed up with her excuses, Tushar firmly exerted himself. "That's enough. I'm fed up with those excuses. The maid can take care of your son for a few hours. I will wait for you in front of our local market at two in the afternoon and you will have to come." For a moment Tushar held his breath. Was he being too hasty? She was silent at the other end...or has she disconnected.

"Are you still there?" He asked.

"Yes." He could hardly hear her.

She was a good half an hour late. But the wait was worth it. She looked stunning in her white and blue salwar-kameez. Her shoulder length bounced magnificently with her steps. Her high heeled slippers made her look even taller and alluring. Even her clothed breasts appeared more prominent. In the car she sat in one corner looking out of the window. They hardly talked. Tushar was increasingly finding it difficult to find out topics on which they could talk. There's no denying the fact that their relationship had taken an entirely new dimension.

Calm down! Calm down, Tushar chided himself. He had thought about this moment so many times over the last couple of months and there's no way he could throw away this opportunity. It was his responsibility to make her feel at ease.

Much to his relief, things started to ease up once they were in the market. She had a knack for window shopping and started enjoying that. He followed her in and out of shops selling clothes and footwear. The ice was broken and they talked freely now. She loved salwar suits and would often hold one up in front of her and ask his opinion. But he wasn't too interested in salwar suits.

"All men are same. They hate shopping." She laughed. Later in one of the shops he found what he was looking for – a pencil skirt.

He chose a navy blue one.

"What size do you want sir?" asked the salesgirl. He looked around trying to locate her. The shop was crowded and she was nowhere to be seen. He had to walk around with the salesgirl in tow. She was rummaging through children's clothes at one end of the shop. Probably looking for something for her son.

"Can you see her over there?" He asked the salesgirl. "I want it for her."

The salesgirl went over to her.

"Have you told this girl that you wanted to buy a skirt for me?" She stood in front of him, her hands on her waist.

"Yes." He answered curtly.

"But why? What makes you think I'll accept it?" She was irritated.

It was time to be firm again.

"You will accept it because I want you to. I am tired of your silly games. Now be a nice girl and allow her to measure your waist." He nodded to the salesgirl who stood a couple of paces away with an amusing expression in her eyes.

"But I don't wear pencil skirts. You need to have developed calf muscles to look good in these. I am no longer that young." She pleaded.

"Did I ask for your opinion? Do as I told you."

"But its no use buying something that I won't wear. Why are you insisting on buying it?"

"She is right, sir. But you can look for one of the long wrapskirts that we have."

Tushar was taken by surprise. The girl has realised what he wanted.

As the salesgirl walked away Rupa looked at him.

"Don't you have any senses? Now even she has started wondering." She asked.

Again, Tushar felt irritated. "Do as I tell you and there will be no cause for an argument."

"Okay; okay" Rupa hissed as the salesgirl approached them.

Rupa chose a couple from the whole lot of wrapskirts and matching tops that the salesgirl had brought with her.

"Can I try them on?" She asked the salesgirl.

"The Trial Room's over there." The salesgirl replied pointing to the back of the shop.

He led her to the back of the shop and helped her locate the Trial Room.

"Just let me see how you look wearing the one you like most." He said as she went in.

"Sir; would you like to have anything else for her?" It was the salesgirl again.

"Let her try those." He said trying to dismiss her.

"I've something that might interest you."

"No. Thanks." He replied curtly. He never liked over aggressive sales people.

"There's no harm having a look, sir."

"Here it is."

On the counter before him was neatly laid out a very brief, chocolate coloured elastic hot pant and a matching sleeveless elastic top.

They appeared too small. "Will this fit her?" He asked.

"These are skin tights. I can assure you that she will look absolutely electrifying in them."

Tushar tried to imagine how Rupa would look wearing them. Even the thought of it was enough for him to decide.

The Trial Room door opened and Rupa stepped out. She stood before him for inspection. She was looking great but still there was something amiss.

"Turn around." He said. As she stood with her back towards him, he looked at the salesgirl.

"Good. But, I had expected it to be different. I can't explain what it is."

"I understand, sir. Let me get her another top."

She brought back a similar looking top and handed it over to Rupa.

"Ma'am can you please try this one?"

"What's the difference. Even the design's the same." As it is she was irritated with what was happening.

"Ma'am, you'll see its different."

"This is getting on my nerves." She snatched the top from the salesgirl and went back to the Trial Room.

When she came out again, Tushar understood the difference. The new top was a much shorter one and barely reached the waistband of the skirt. That produced the desired effect. Tushar could feel the stir in his loins.

"This is too short. I just can't wear..." Rupa started.

"Turn around." The authority in his voice halted her in mid sentence. Meekly she turned around.

She looked perfect with the skirt hugging her figure. He found it difficult to shift his eyes from her hips. Even otherwise he could make out that she was high hipped but the way they now appeared, encased in the skirt, was stunning.

"You look absolutely stunning." He smiled at her.

"But I am not too..."

Again he interrupted her. "Can we have them packed?" He asked the salesgirl.

"But you have to listen to me. Don't I have a choice?"

Tushar didn't even bother to answer Rupa.

"Look what more she has for you."

As he held up the hot pants and the top, he could see the color rising on her cheeks. For a moment she stood looking at the garments with wide eyes, her jaws agape.

When she looked back at him, her eyes betrayed her embarrassment.

"Dhoot." She turned around and briskly walked back to the Trial Room.

"Can I have both of them packed." He turned to the salesgirl.

"Sure, sir." There was an unmistakable hint of a smile on her lips.

On the way back, Rupa again sat in one corner lost in her own world. The car was moving fast and the wind blew her hair. There was no way he could shift his eyes from her. He sat there desperately fighting an urge to grab and kiss her. The presence of the driver was the only deterrent.

The first time he could hardly hear her.

"Did you say something?" He was relieved at this opportunity to speak to her.

"Why am I doing this?" She kept on looking out of the window.

"Doing what?"

"What else...going around with you. Tell me what sort of relationship with me do you have in mind?"

"What are the options I have?"

Rupa looked at him. "The first can be that of parental affection. The second can be that of a female company. Last, but not the least, that of an admirer. Which of these do you have in mind?"

The time had come He needed to come out with his feelings for her. It was now or never. They just sat their, their eyes locked.

"It's none of them." He replied. "I want you to be my mistress."

He felt amused watching the colour rise on her cheeks and continued.

"Believe me, ever since the death of Dipak's mother nobody had affected me the way you did. You know, even at this point of time I feel like kissing you. All these years of depravation has come back to me ever since I met you."

"What do you expect from your mistress?"

"Besides the obvious, I want her to accompany me to selected private parties where men like me, accompanied by their mistresses, meet. With your looks and figure, I am sure you will be a star attraction in such parties. I am dying to see their envious looks. You will see it's a whole different world and you can have lots of fun. I am not asking you to give up your family. I know, you are too deeply in love with your husband. But you can still become the mistress to an unfortunate old man who had lost his wife at a young age and never remarried to ensure that his sons are in no way neglected. Are you listening?"

"Yes." She whispered. "But tell me why should I become your mistress? I have everything a woman my age can ask for. I have a caring husband who is also reasonably successful and comes from a well-to-do family. I have a nice jolly kid. Yet I am not being able to refuse you. Just think of it. You bought me revealing clothes that I wouldn't have otherwise bought. I know, you would expect me to wear them. Some time soon you will like to go to bed with me. Why am I feeling powerless in front of you? That is what is perplexing me." She was looking at him with wide pleading eyes.

"That's because you feel for me. You can understand my frustration. Please Rupa! Only you can help me. I need you, I desperately need you." He pleaded knowing that she was in the final moments of decision-making.

"Can you still make it?" He knew what she meant but decided to play around.

"Make what?" He tried his best to sound innocent.

"You know what I mean." She was too embarrassed to even look at him.

That was quite unexpected. After a brief pause he replied.

"With your understanding and help I can, definitely, have it with you. Rupa, please come closer, please."

"Are you crazy? He can see us." She indicated the driver.

"At least we can sit side by side. Please Rupa."

Slowly she inched closer to him till they sat side by side, their thighs touching. He took her hand and started caressing her fingers.

"You know, Sunny had been telling me for quite some time that you are my admirer. I always thought he was exaggerating. Now I know he was correct. After all a man understands another man better."

The rest of the journey they sat silently, hand in hand. Tushar knew he had won. The chase had ended. Now it was only a matter of deciding on the time and place. As they sat lost in their own worlds again, he imagined the envious look in the eyes of his friends and acquaintances as he showed off his mistress. She was by far the best amongst the other mistresses who came along and then he would casually let the others know that she had great in bed too.

She broke the silence. "We are almost home. When are you flying back home?"

"Day after tomorrow. We have to meet again tomorrow."

She nodded in response. "But I have a couple of requests. Together we need to take certain precautions. If somehow my husband comes to know of this I will not be able to give an explanation. He will be shocked and then suspicion will creep into our marriage. Please don't make me suffer."

"What do I have to do?" He asked.

"Stop ogling me and showering compliments on me. I will always try to be with you whenever you want but if for some reason I can't make it on a day don't be too insistent. You can at least do that for me."

He agreed.

"Can I get down here?" She asked. "Near the local market somebody might see us." There was alarm in her voice.

"But how will you go from here?"

"Don't worry, I will catch a rickshaw."

He asked the driver to stop. As she was getting down from the taxi he suddenly realised that he should pay for the rickshaw fare. He slipped a ten rupee note into her hand.

"What is this for?" She was taken aback.

"The rickshaw fare." He knew the resistance was on its way.

"I can't take that." She was vehement.

"I know you can pay for it yourself. But the man is supposed to take care of his mistress's needs. Unless you accept this, our relationship is not on firm footing. In fact, I was thinking of giving you a thousand rupees every month. One more thing, I will call you up tomorrow after your husband leaves to tell you when and where we will meet. You will look great in that wrap around skirt I bought you but..." He hesitated for a moment and then lowering his voice continued "... your panties clearly showed. I would suggest if you can do without them." He winked at her, enjoying the rising colour in her cheeks.

"Uncle you are just incorrigible." She said while getting down from the cab.

Tushar felt elated. He called up Prabhat to give him the good news.

Prabhat congratulated him on his unexpected success. "I had doubts whether she will agree. You deserve a pat on your back old boy. But remember, take her to bed as soon as you can. Once that is done she cannot back out." He warned.
I don't think she will back out after today."

"You never know. If I had been you I would have made sure that we ended up in bed today only. You let her go today, don't play with your luck too much." Prabhat stuck to his point.

Tushar felt very light-hearted. "Looks like my dear friend is also developing a keen interest in my mistress." He chuckled.

For a moment Prabhat was silent. "I have heard so much about her from you that it's only natural to be interested in her. I am definitely looking forward to meeting her in Calcutta and then if you agree I may also be fortunate to enjoy her. By the way when is she coming here?"

"Probably, sometime in October. There's still a month to go. So my friend also desires my woman. Should I tell Asha about this?" He chuckled.

"If you are not grateful for my advises, at least don't be destructive." His voice betrayed his irritation.

"Oh no! dear friend. I was only joking. You advises were key to my success. I have no problems sharing her with you, I mean even at the same time. Just imagining a threesome with her is getting me excited. You have hit upon the right idea Prabhat. I had been raking my brains to find out a way to ensure that sex life of the mistress ought to be far more exciting, vibrant and fulfiling than that with her husband. That will make it difficult for her to back out. But we need to convince her into something like that." Suddenly Tushar was doubtful of his ability to convince her.

"Don't worry." Prabhat assured. "Its very important at this stage to pull her out of the marital bed and make her enjoy the forbidden fruits of adultery. That will make her more licentious towards men. Then she won't mind taking on a second lover. It's my job to convince her once you loosen her up."

He gave the cabbie the address of a motel there where they could go.

She squeezed his hand hard.

There was a noticeable difference in her today. They sat in the cab very intimately. Even her eyes had that 'take me wherever you want to' look in them.

"Ask him to stop at a chemist's." She whispered, resting her head on his shoulder.

As they climbed up the stairs to their room, he had to pinch himself to believe that his dreams were about to come true. He unlocked the door and stood aside to allow her to get in first. Once inside, he shut the door and carefully turned the lock a second time to make sure it was working.

The room had very little furniture, a double bed, a chest of drawers with a mirror, a colour television and a wardrobe. The whole place exuded a impersonal air. Suddenly Tushar realised that they hadn't even exchanged a word after checking into the motel. Rupa was fidgeting with the television, not turning in on but just playing with the switches. At the final moment she was developing cold feet. Tushar knew he had to take control. There was no way they would leave this place without making love. He moved across and embraced her from behind, his hands settling on her breasts as his loins pressed against her behind. He started squeezing her breasts hard.

"Uncle! You're hurting me."

She extricated herself from his amorous hug and moved over to the chest of drawers. She had her back towards him and he watched in fascination as she undressed. Removing the top, she neatly placed it on top of the chest of drawers. Her hands reached behind to unhook the bra, with a shrug of her shoulders she removed the intimate garment from her body. It joined the top. Her back was perfect, the vertical line of her spine running down the middle. There was a brief hesitation and she looked at him over her shoulders. Slowly, her fingers moved to the waistband of her wrap skirt. She unfastened the skirt and allowed it to cascade down to her feet.

Tushar gasped at the sight that was unveiled before him. She wore nothing under the skirt and as she stepped out of the heap at her feet he had a magnificent view of her back.

"Perfect! You're perfect." He hissed.

She went over to the bed and slipped underneath the covers.

"Come."

Self conscious of his nudity , he stood beside the bed waiting for her to make the first move. Tentatively Rupa reached out for him and drew him to her.

"Lay back." She ordered, moving out from underneath the covers. Pushing her palm against his chest until he fell back on the bed, she began exploring his body eagerly. Boldly, she climbed astride him, her bottom touching his thighs. She smacked away one of his hands as it threatened to caress her breasts.

"Stop it, I'm doing the touching now." She admonished. Drawing her hands lower down his body, she smoothed his flabby stomach. It was an effort to delay the inevitable moment when her fingers would come into contact with his cock for the first time but she moved slowly.

Then she did it. Stroking her fingers up and down his flaccid manhood, she traced the changing contours as it stiffened under her touch. Almost reverently, she held his balls, sliding her hand over them and between his legs, her finger tips brushing against the cleft between his buttocks.

"Rupa!"

His voice and the way he used her name startled her, reminding her who she was with and what she was doing.

Ignoring the surprise that gripped her momentarily, she lowered her head and dropped a featherlight kiss on the tip of his cock, replacing it immediately with another and another. Then she licked him, taking her tongue over his glans and down the length of him, circling around and around his growing hardness until he was groaning with ecstasy.

"I'm going to come." He said, his voice husky with passion.

Tossing her hair away from her face, she looked up at him. "Go ahead, I don't mind."

Tushar looked at her with surprise, gasping as she took his penis deep within her mouth. In a couple of seconds she had sucked him dry.

"My God! I had never imagined you would do that. Do you do that often to your husband?" He pulled her up so that she lay on top of him, her head on his chest.

"It was my gift to him on our wedding night." Her voice was barely audible. "He doesn't want me to do that again to him so that he can remember and cherish that special occasion. I also wanted you to enjoy something very special"

"Unfortunately, he will never experience it again."

She looked up at him. "Why?"

"Henceforth you will do that to me only."

"But he is my husband and I love him. I love doing whatever he enjoys. Why are you insisting onimposing restrictions in my conjugal life?"

"Because I am your lover. Marriage is a very sacred institution, but it arises primarily out of traditions and social customs. You got married because society and your parents wanted you to do that. Since childhood, you..."

"That's not correct." She interjected. "I got married to Sunny because I love him and want to spend the rest of my life with him. I don't think there was any kind of social or parental pressure."

"You don't understand. Since your childhood you were made to understand that marriage was inevitable. No matter what you had to get married. Over the years you have accepted that as a gospel truth. That is why you got married. But our relationship is not born out of any custom or social pressure. It is a spontaneous carnal obsession that can only be satisfied by making love. Consequently, I have the right to make demands on you."

He knew it was time to be firm again. "As your lover I want to be the only person to have the privilege of oral sex with you."

He waited for her reaction. There was none.

"Promise me that I will be the only person with whom you will have oral sex." He insisted.

She stirred against his chest. "You will be the only person who will have the privilege to climax in my mouth. I can promise you only that much." She whispered.

"As your lover, I also insist on one more thing. Just like you always wear your wedding ring and bangle as symbol of your marriage, I want you to do something that will symbolise our relationship."

"What do you have in mind?" She asked.

"I want you to be shaved. You understand what am saying?"

She hid her face against his chest in embarrassment. She didn't relent even when he tried to move her face towards his.

He ran his hand through her lustrous hair and laughed. "Are you feeling embarrassed? Even after doing such an intimate act."

This time she looked up at him. "What do you expect me to do. Feel elated and jump at your suggestion."

"Of course not. There's no reason for elation. You will do it because I want you to do it." He replied sternly.

"I don't understand how that will be of any help or benefit."

"It will certainly make me feel that you are mine. Only three people in this world will know that under your salwar, @jeans, skirt or saree you are shaved. You, Sunny and me. But only you and me will know that it symbolises our relationship."

"Uncle you don't know how irritating it feels when the pubic hairs start to grow again. The itch is almost unbearable. What will I tell Sunny in case he enquires."

"You have to figure out how to manage him. But that cannot be the reason for not shaving off. You don't have to bear the itch if you keep on shaving. Once shaved is always shaved. Nothing can be better than that. "

Rupa decided not to argue. She will have to find a better opportunity to try to convince him.

She swung herself off the bed and sat on the side finding that her legs were trembling slightly. He would have to have a bath. He rose from the bed and sat beside her. She was aware of the contrast of their bodies, the male and the female, the hair, the protuberances different in each, the quality

of the flesh. He put a hand on her thigh and she looked at his well kept nails, his dark complexion a sharp contrast against her fair skin. It was an intimate familiar gesture. They were man and mistress, whatever else happened she and Tushar knew each other with the greatest intimacy possible between human beings. She looked at him and he put a hand through her thick hair letting it spring back to the sides of her face. She stood up, consciously parading her body for his inspection. His admiration thrilled her and she stretched up, aware of her shapely breasts, her narrow waist and her rounded thighs. She was so glad she had kept her figure. As she proudly went along parading herself naked she realised that she was enjoying her role as the mistress.



It was one thing to be secured and loved in your home but a forbidden carnal relationship was so exciting. Yet this would be a perfectly safe relationship. Nobody will suspect that she was mistress to a man old enough to be her father. Nobody can ever think that the attractive wife and proud mother at home was also the nude mistress in the hotel room.

On the way back home they sat apart, lost in their own worlds. Only a few words were exchanged. A strange tranquility had descended on their amorous longings. There was no need anymore to be physically close at every opportunity. Now that she is his mistress, he can have her whenever he wished. Their social and her marital priorities can only postpone their secret interludes. But when there's a will there's a way. He could still remember the heavenly feeling of her mouth on his male hardness. He had never imagined that she was so sexually liberated.

"Can we again meet tomorrow?" Tushar broke the silence.

"I thought you were flying back tomorrow." She was surprised.

"I have my tickets booked for tomorrow but can postpone them by a day or two. Tomorrow is a Saturday anyway. It makes sense if we can meet tomorrow again."

"I don't know." Rupa appeared hesitant. "That will depend upon his schedule. He has to attend office most Saturdays but I am not sure about tomorrow." Somehow she wasn't comfortable with the idea of such frequent tryst.

Rupa felt irritated. She hadn't come all the way to Tushar's apartment to get introduced to his friend. And what was his name? Upset at finding the man there, she didn't even remember his name. Prabhat, was it? He was anything but impressive...short, dark and bald. But the man was showing a great deal of interest in her. But she was in no mood to waste time like this. They were in Calcutta for their Puja vacations and Tushar had called her up in the morning to invite her to his place. He hadn't mentioned about his friend though. His car had picked her up on time. In fact, Tushar had insisted on sending the car to her home but for obvious reasons she had preferred a different place.

"I have to be back by the evening." She turned to Tushar, her voice betraying her contempt.

"What's the big hurry? The car will drop you off." Tushar seemed to be least bothered by her impatience.

"Why don't you go and change. You will feel comfortable."

Rupa was taken aback at his suggestion. Did he expect her to go around in the skimpy elastic hotpant and top, he had bought her, in front of his friend.

She looked at him, her eyes narrowing to admonish him.

Tushar started laughing. "You need not worry about Prabhat. He is a very good friend of mine and besides us he is the only person who knows about our relationship."

She felt as if she had banged against a brick wall. Was he going around telling people? The anger was rising in her. She desperately searched for words to give vent to her feelings. But the shock left her tongue tied.

She looked back at Prabhat to find him smiling at her. Immediately, her anger and resentment was replaced by embarrassment. She could feel the colour rising in her cheeks. This man Prabhat knew that she had slept with Tushar.

"My God!" She thought. Over the last half an hour he had chatted with her knowing all the while that she was here to go to bed with Tushar. There was no way she could continue sitting over there and chatting with him. As she rushed out of the room, she could hear them laughing aloud at her discomfiture.

Rushing out of the sitting room, she halted. Where was she? It was the dining room. The dining table was neatly laid out for three people. Startled she realised that Prabhat will join them for lunch.

"Shit!" She cursed. Had she known this she wouldn't have bothered to come here.

Anger was again seething in her. She pulled out a chair and sat down.

"I should be leaving." She thought. "That will teach him a lesson."

Before she could decide, Tushar walked in. Deliberately she turned around, her back at him.

His hands lightly touched her shoulders.

"What's the matter with my girl?" He chuckled.

Her patience snapped. She stood up facing him. "What do you think you are doing? Why did you have to tell him about me? You had promised me that only the two of us will know. You should have remembered your promise before taking credit in front of your friend. I am leaving now and don't bother me after this." As she tried to walk past, he pulled her to him.

"Don't you dare touch me." She fumed, struggling in his arms. "Just leave me alone."

"I am sorry..." She cut him out even before he could finish.

"Its no use now. Let me go."

"Stop it! I say, stop this." He snarled. "Don't make mountains out of molehills. Its makes no difference if Parbhat knows about us. And what is this talk about leaving?"

His sudden outburst took her by surprise. She felt resigned. Again she was feeling powerless in front of him. She didn't know why it always happened that way. She stopped struggling in his arms.

His hands turned her face up at him. "You did not come here to leave. Did you?"

No, she nodded.

"Then why have you come here?" He asked.

She preferred to be silent.

He caught hold of her arms and shook her violently.

"Tell me, why did you come here?" He hissed.

She looked him bewildered. "Because you wanted me to come here." She whispered.

"Let's me tell you something. You will come to me whenever I want you to come, you will do exactly what I want you to do. Now be a good girl and don't argue."

She looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Why are you doing this to me? Why are you bent upon causing me trouble?" Her voice was hardly audible.

"I am not causing you any trouble. Its only your imagination. Do as I tell you and everything will be fine. Now go to the bedroom over there and change into these."

He handed her the elastic hot pants and matching top.

She stood before the mirror in her skimpy outfit, trying to fathom the effect she will have on them. The elastic material stuck to her body like a second skin. The top left an inch of her flat stomach exposed. To match the top the hot pants barely covered her haunches leaving her long legs bare. As she turned around she noticed that the outline of her bra and panties were visible through the elastic material.

Suddenly the thought struck her. Was Prabhat also looking for an opportunity to get into bed with her? Why else would Tushar want her to go around in this skimpy outfit when Prabhat was there? Her initial reaction was one of shock and indignity. She started walking around the room trying to soothe her agitated mind.

What does Tushar think me to be...a whore, she thought. Someone with whom his friends can also have liberty.

"My God! What have I let myself into?" She hissed feeling distressed.

But just as suddenly as the dread, the flip side also came to her mind. She had never experienced a three-some and this might be a good opportunity. With a startle she realised that the thought was definitely interesting. She tried imagining herself in bed with her two lovers. But then she would have to use all her foreplay skills to get the two old men excited enough to make it with her. That won't be easy, she realised.

"Why am I behaving like a sex starved woman?" She thought.

"No! Never!" She hissed. "I ought to call quits now. That's the only way I can control of the situation." She reached for the elastic top and pulled it over her head....

As she proudly walked into the room, the two men looked up at her.

"My God! Rupa. You look absolutely stunning in that outfit." Tushar made no effort to hide his feelings for. She sat down opposite them.

She could feel their eyes on her body. It was as if they were trying to undress her with their eyes.

Seeing her sitting demurely in that skimpy outfit, Tushar felt the stirring in his loins. The girl knew how to excite men.

Tushar knew it was time to get going.

"That's for you." He was pointing to a glass of coke on the side table just beside her.

"I am not too fond of soft drinks." She looked up at him.

"There's a reason why I am asking you to have that. You will need it. Now stop making those silly excuses and gulp it down." Knowing it was no use arguing with him, she picked up the glass..

The feeling started coming to her half way through the glass...a growing warmth spreading across her body. She felt uneasy with the hitherto unknown feeling.

"What have you put in the coke?"

Tushar and Prabhat just kept on smiling at her discomfort.

The warmth was slowly giving way to a feeling of excitement. She felt light hearted and frivolous. But most disturbing was the stirring between her legs.

"Please tell me what have you done to me." Her voice choked. "I am feeling so damn hot."

"Don't worry." Tushar assured her. "Its nothing harmful. It's will help you through the long day ahead of you."

"I don't understand?" She sounded detached.

"You need not bother about it. It's a mild aphrodisiac that will help you to get over your inhibitions of going to bed with both of us."

The excitement was making it difficult for her to think. All that she was aware of was the growing excitement between her legs.

"Why are you doing this to me?" She pleaded. "I did what you wanted me to do, so where was the need for this?" She started feeling helpless.

"Get out of that skimpy outfit and suck me off." Came the command. She was taken aback at the authority in Prabhat's voice.
"No. Please! Don't make me do that."

"Stop that. I am not asking you to do anything that you haven't done with Tushar. From now on you will be my mistress too. Now do as I told you."

Rupa turned to Tushar, hoping for help to convince Prabhat. Tushar came over and helped her to her feet. Suddenly he thrust his hand between her legs, gripping her sex through the elastic of her hotpant.

"Oh God! No." She cried out. Caught in the throes of her sudden orgasm she had to cling on him for support. His invading fingers were working her to a feverish pitch. She totally lost control of her movements as her orgasm exploded. Her hips began grinding hard on his invading fingers. Without warning his fingers left her only to return from the back. As his fingers again started caressing her sex, Tushar pushed her towards Prabhat.

There was little she could do now. On unsteady feet she went over to Prabhat and knelt between his stretched legs.

As Tushar's fingers worked feverishly to push her over the edge again, he mouth worked vigourously on Prabhat. She could feel approaching orgasm... After a couple of months, Debendra could sense the change in her. Her tension regarding their secret interludes was being replaced by a smug comfort about the reliability of the arrangements and her acceptance of their relationship. She relented to most of his requests for meetings, where she couldn't she came forward with alternative suggestions. She was increasingly becoming more proactive in bed, using all her skills to sufficiently arouse him. This was no small task considering his age, but she was never deterred by his occasional inadequacies. On occasions when he was not sufficiently aroused in spite of her best efforts, she ensured that he enjoyed the bliss of release. She was increasingly becoming even more imaginative in their foreplay, not to mention her oral skills that always made him hit the roof.

Debendra, on his part, always ensured that her life as a wife and loving mother was different from her life as a passionate mistress. Quite early in their relationship, Debendra started believing that one of the key differentiators could be nudity. Armed with his belief, he had accepted nothing short of her absolute nudity whenever they were inside the hotel room...even when they were watching television, chatting or having lunch. Initially, it had not been easy in the face of her stiff resistance. But her resistance only increased his conviction in his belief. Twice he had to order her to leave the hotel and on both of those occasions he had achieved what he intended. She had returned and meekly complied with his wishes. With each passing day, he marveled at the transformation that exhibitionism had brought about in a proud and shy woman. She had become more confident about her nude self and took pleasure in parading herself before his hungry eyes. He never overlooked anything that could contribute to her lifestyle as a mistress. It was a long list and included dresses he wanted her to wear and ways he wanted her to behave when they were in the company of others. For their rendezvous, he wanted her to wear sarees with low back blouses and high heeled footwear. The high heels accentuated her hips and made her gait more alluring. When she preferred to be informally dressed, it had to be tight @jeans with tops or vests not extending more than an inch beyond the waistband of her @jeans and high heeled footwear. He forbade her from wearing panties whenever he was around. Once they were attending a party organized by a common acquaintance. She had come with her husband and child. He made her go to the toilet and get out of her panties. Then he quietly drew her away from the crowd for a quick check over her clothing. He always resorted to periodic physical checks to make sure that she complied with his instructions. She had stiffened and protested the first time he had run his hands over her hips, only to be sharply rebuked. From then on she had bore his periodic physical checks without complaint. Till now she had never displeased him.

He relished his hold on her and this set him thinking on how to move their relationship forward.

"Forward? Where?" He would often wonder. But he was increasingly feeling the need to break free from this secrecy…take their relationship to a platform where their rendezvous need not be shrouded by secrecy. Of late, he had been pre-occupied by thoughts of a ménage-a-trois arrangement. So many men had two wives cohabiting under one roof. Then, why can't a woman live with her husband and lover under one roof. If that was too daring, at least the two men should acknowledge each other's existence and their need for her, both mentally and physically.

A month later, Debendra felt something that he had not experienced for a long time…he woke up in the wee hours with a hard on. No sooner he realized it, he started thinking about her. No doubt, the girl was affecting him in a way no other woman had done before. Their rendezvous the day before had not doused the fire but ignited it further. What else could explain his early morning hard on. He searched for his wrist watch under his pillow and brought it up. It was six in the morning. What was she doing now? Still sleeping beside her husband? Immediately a pang of jealousy shot through him. Did they make love yesterday? He prayed that they stayed away from each other physically as much as possible. That will help him to tempt her back into the hotel room more frequently.

As he caressed his hardness, he imagined how exciting it will be to wake up beside her in the morning. Together, they could take care of him excitement. The thought of waking up in the morning and finding her beside him, nude and sleeping peacefully, filled him with sense of fulfillment. It did not take him long to plan his next trip to Delhi in a couple of days. He had to make her spend a night with him even if she was unwilling.

Having planned his trip to Delhi, Debendra felt relaxed. He had called up Rupa to inform her of his scheduled trip.

Her voice sounded emotionless.

"Aren't you happy to meet me again?" He had asked.

"I don't know. I am scared that somebody may find out." Her voice betrayed her nervousness.

"That's always a problem for you. When we are together, you are humorous, jovial and uninhibited. Before and after that you are always scared. You have to get out of this. You need to come to terms with the reality..."

"But don't you understand what will happen if Sunny gets to know of this? All hell will break loose." She interjected.

"Don't worry, we will take all precautions. We can discuss this at length when we meet. Anyway, I will fly out of Delhi on Sunday morning. For those five days that I will be in Delhi, keep all your afternoons and evenings free. By the way, this time my client will put me up at Le Meridien."

That came as a surprise for Rupa. "Why aren't you staying here as usual?" She asked.

"Because, we may have to work late into the night and I do not wish to disturb the others." Then he lowered his voice. "But the real reason is that otherwise you and I cannot meet every day."

"My God!" She exclaimed. "No, No. We cannot meet everyday. That's exceeding all limits."

"Cool down, cool down" He tried to sound reassuring. "I will arrange for a car pick up from your place, but I want you every afternoon."

Even before she could protest, he disconnected.

Angered by his audacity, she slammed down the phone.

I will never go by his plans, she thought.

However, as the day went by the seething anger slowly began to subside. No doubt this appeared to be a better and safer arrangement than that motel room. With her persistent fear of hidden cameras and peeping holes, she never felt safe there. No doubt, a reputed hotel is much safer.

Of course, his work was an alibi, the real reason was to move their relationship forward. For quite some time he had been trying to find out a way to do away with this hide and seek business. That had been the point of contention of his lengthy discussions with Prabhat, a week back.

"Getting her into bed was the most critical part of our relationship. With that part no more a worry, I wish to move the relationship forward. We need to do away with this hide and seek business. Why can't we bring our relationship out in the open? If people around us are aware of our relationship, things will be much easier at both ends."

Prabhat appeared dumbfounded, "How are you planning to do that?"

"Let our acquaintances know of our relationship. If they accept it nothing can be better, if they do not we carry on nevertheless." Debendra replied.

"What? Are you crazy? I find no reason for her to do that. Anyway, why are you bent upon taking more responsibilities on your shoulder? How will that benefit you? Aren't you satisfied enough that a woman like her who can easily have scores of young lovers at her beck and call is sleeping with you." Prabhat's voice betrayed his agitation.

Somehow Debendra felt at ease with the tirade. He had expected it after all and had been prepared for it.

"I told you, I am getting sick of this hide and seek business. I cherish the time we spend together and wish we can do that more often without being scared of getting caught. What good is the present arrangement anyway? I few stolen moments of amorous bliss and then we go back to our own worlds secured in our belief that nobody else knows. This is not taking us anywhere."

Even before Debendra could complete, Prabhat interjected. "No matter what you think, you are merely building castles in the air. Your relationship is secretive only because she wishes to keep it that way. You need to appreciate that she is happily married and would never wish to rock the boat. Being married, she stands to lose everything. I am not certain as to why she is still continuing the affair. Probably the reason lies in her sympathy for you. She will never agree to this since this will certainly rock her marriage. I am yet to come across a husband who is prepared to accepts the fact that his wife has a lover. We have to find…"

Debendra interjected, "Its not that she has to agree to everything that we do. I had to work on her for quite some time before she agreed to sleep with me. Unique problems require unique solutions and it may be difficult to convince her. Lots of cajoling may be helpful. Am sure that I will not have to remind her that she was in a bit of a sticky wicket having already slept with us."

"I still see a lot of difficulty." Prabhat was not impressed with Debendra's argument. "Also, how do you plan to handle the situation in case her husband finds it unacceptable and pushes for divorce. Don't you have a responsibility in that case?"

"I am not shirking away from my responsibility. In case he decides that way, I have a couple of options available with me. Marriage is one of them. But I would like to avoid being the subject matter of gossips that I had married a woman young enough to be my daughter. Live together is another option but is more scandalous. Under such circumstances, it appears that the best option for us is that she continues as my mistress and I bear all her expenses. I can hire an apartment where she can stay with her son. May be in due time, she can put her son in a boarding school and be able to spend more time with us." Debendra countered.

Prabhat sighed, "Sounds good but difficult to put in place. Human relations are generally far more complex than they appear to be and the situation may totally spin out of your hand. In the process, you may lose her altogether. To me, a better idea is to slowly work on her husband and try to convince him that you need her both at the platonic and physical level. I do appreciate that it will be difficult, but may not be impossible. If two women can accept one person as their husband in instances of polygamy, two guys can also be convinced into a situation of polyandry. Strictly speaking this is not a case of polyandry since you are not marrying her."

That night, over dinner, her husband told her of his plans to visit Ahmedabad for official business. Rupa was pleasantly surprised, it was as if lady luck was blessing her liaison with Debendra…