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[Krishan202]

I never thought I could become a cuckold after getting married. That too got cuckolded on my wedding night. The one night that should have been a special and most memorable night of my life And the most hurtful part of getting cuckolded on my wedding night was getting cuckolded by a trans female.

But that did happen, and this is how the events transpired.

I got married to my fiancee Malvika in a traditional Hindu wedding ceremony in Mumbai, India. The marriage ceremony and the wedding reception were a total success. Everyone was happy, especially my 25-year-old bride, Malvika. She had planned the wedding reception herself and spent many hours with the wedding planner, caterer, florists, photographers, etc. planning the wedding.

Ours was an arranged marriage. A matchmaker had gotten a proposal from Malvika for me. I saw Malvika's photo and agreed to meet her and her family. We met and liked each other. Her family approved of me, and my mom approved of her. My dad passed away a few years ago. We got engaged within a month, and the date for the wedding was fixed three months later. Malvika and I did spend time with each other during these four months. We did not have sexual relations, as Malvika decided we should wait until our wedding night.

Both Malvika and I were virgins. She did have two boyfriends before, but she said she never had a sexual relationship with them. Malvika did admit that she had given and received oral sex from her boyfriends. But she did not let any sexual activities (including kissing) happen between us. She wanted us to discover each other on our wedding night.

I never even had a girlfriend before as I was shy around the fairer sex. So I spent most of my energy building my career in the IT world. I was a computer engineer working for a big firm with a nice pay package.

I was very excited about the wedding night, as Malvika looked very beautiful at the wedding. She was wearing a designer red-golden saree with a half-sleeve red blouse that had a design in golden threads. After the wedding reception got over at night, We headed to the honeymoon suite at a five-star hotel that I had booked. Malvika wanted to spend our wedding night in total privacy. So she asked that we spend the night at the hotel in a honeymoon suite, as this is the current trend. She had a surprise planned that could make our night more memorable.

When Malvika and I reached the hotel in our just-married car, it was already 11 p.m. As we were checking in, Rashmika showed up at the hotel receptionist in a pink short dress. Rashmika was transgender. She was Malvika's ex-boyfriend before the transition. Rashmika was also a photographer by profession. Rashmika had brought her professional camera setup with her. I was surprised when Rashmika showed up. She was at the wedding reception as a guest only. Rashmika greeted us.

I asked Malvika, "What is Rashmika doing here with her photography equipment?"

"I have hired her to photograph and video record our private moments tonight," Malvika replied cheerfully.

"What private moments?" And why?" I asked her back.

"She will take photos and videos of us for our private collection. She specializes in wedding night photography. This is the current trend nowadays," Malvika told me.

"How come I never knew about this trend?" I asked Malvika.

Rashmika replied in a husky voice," That's because people keep their private moments of the wedding night private."

Rashmika continued, "Also, I will only take photos that you are comfortable with. You just act naturally and enjoy your wedding night. I will capture the moments for you guys."

I was confused. I just wanted to lose my virginity tonight. I was tired of being a 26-year-old virgin. I was not interested in making a sex tape that was to be recorded by a third person (no pun intended).

Malvika spoke up: " Come on Ajay, this makes our wedding night memorable. In the future, we can always look at our wedding night photos and live those moments again."

I agreed with Malvika for the photo shoot of our wedding night. We were in the hotel lobby, near the reception. Rashmika told us to go to the hotel entrance, as she wanted to record our entire journey.

Malvika and I went to the hotel entrance and started walking back hand in hand towards the hotel elevators. Rashmika was filming us with her 2-in-1 camera. She took photos of us in the elevator, hugging each other romantically.

Once we reached our floor, Rashmika told me to carry Malvika towards our room. I lifted Malvika in my arms and carried her to our room. Rashmika filmed the entire walk.

Once inside the room, I took Malvika to our bed, which was covered in rose petals. I rolled Malvika onto the bed. I decided to just concentrate on my wedding night and ignore whatever Rashmika was doing.

Malvika looked really beautiful and ravishing in her wedding sari. Malvika is about 5.4 feet tall. Her vital stats are 34-30-36. She has a fair comparison with medium-length wavy hair. She has a pretty round face with big eyes and a button nose. She has nice smooth skin.

I climbed into bed and took Malvika in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck. I kissed Malvika on her soft lips. She kissed me back. I sucked her lower lips and chewed it gently with my lips. Malvika then slowly pushed her tongue into my mouth. I sucked her soft tongue for some time and then pushed my tongue into her mouth. Malvika sucked on my tongue. We kissed each other for a few minutes. My dick was hard, and it was leaking cum in my underwear.

Malvika stopped kissing me and said, "Let's get ourselves refreshed and change into something more comfortable."

I agreed with Malvika, as we were in this heavy wedding attire. I was wearing this heavy sherwani (a sherwani is a long coat closed up to the neck) and loose trousers, and Malvika's saree was also thick. Malvika told me to undress her in the room, and she will undress me as it will make good footage.

I had kind of forgotten about Rashmika, but Malvika reminded me. Rashmika told me to do the undressing slowly and seductively.

Malvika stood on the bed, and I slowly pulled her saree's pallu down from her shoulder. I unwrapped the rest of Malvika's saree from her body. I threw the sari on the floor. I then started unbuttoning Malvika's blouse. Once I unbuttoned her blouse, I opened the blouse to reveal her breasts in a red lingerie bra. I grabbed Malvika's bra cups with both hands and kissed her cleavage and breast area for a minute. I then pulled the blouse completely from her body and threw it on the floor.

Rashmika told me to use my teeth to untie the petticoat's knot. I kneeled in front of Malvika and used my teeth to untie the knot of the petticoat. The petticoat dropped on the bed once the knot was undone. Malvika was wearing red lingerie panties that matched her bra. I then grabbed Malvika's waist and pulled her closer to my face. I licked Malvika's deep, oval-shaped nail. It tasted salty. I kissed it for some time.

Malvika then started pulling my sherwani up. So I helped her remove my sherwani. I then stood up, and Malvika kneeled in front of me. She then used her teeth to untie the knot in my trousers. She pulled my trousers down my legs. My sherwani and trousers all ended up on the floor. I had a big tent in front of my underwear. Malvika playfully took a bite at my dick.

I then carried Malvika in my arms to the bathroom. I lowered her into the shower area. I started the shower. Malvika hugged me as the water started dropping on our bodies. We became wet quickly. As we were hugging and kissing, I noticed Rashmika had entered the bathroom with us as well and was filming us. She had removed her pink dress and was now only in her pink lingerie. I was a bit shocked. She was sporting a hard-on. Her pants were stretched in front.

Rashmika's vital stats are 32-26-32. She has a slender body. She has shoulder-length hair that she parts in the center. She has a manly face and Adam's apple in her throat.

Malvika felt me getting a bit distracted and turned around to see Rashmika standing in her lingerie.

"You looked good in the lingerie," Malvika complimented Rashmika.

I was not expecting Malvika to compliment Rashmika but question why she was half naked.

Rashmika responded," Thanks for the compliment. I removed my dress because I did not want to get it wet."

"That's alright with us," Malvika replied without consulting me. If you want, you can remove your bra and panties too. They look expensive. You do not want to ruin it by getting wet."

That didn't make any sense. But Rashmika quickly jumps on board, removing her bra and panties.

Rashmika said to Malvika, "Thanks, I was about to ask your permission to remove them altogether."

Rashmika removed her lingerie and kept it on a dry clothes rack. Her tits were small and looked deflated. But her hard, circumcised penis was 6 inches long and was fatter than my dick. Rashmika had not done any gender-affirming surgeries.

Rashmika came closer to the shower to film us. Some of the water was splashing on her too.

Malvika pulled my underwear down and exposed my 5-inch-long dick. She grabbed my dick and started stroking it. Malvika kept looking at my dick and Rashmika's dick. It felt like she was comparing the dickens.

Meanwhile, I reached behind Malvika's back and unstrapped her bra and freed her puppies. I started sucking her tits as we continued standing under the shower. She has firm tits with small nipples. Her nipples were rock hard.

Malvika then kneeled in front of me and took my dick in her mouth. She started sucking my dick and also started playing with my testicles. Malvika was doing an excellent job sucking my dick. She was licking the mushroom head with her tongue and gently nibbling it with her teeth. She sucked my dick so well that I could not hold it any longer, and it came into Malvika's mouth.

As I finished emptying my balls into her mouth, she licked my dick clean. She spat my cum on the floor. Malvika dropped her panties on the bathroom floor, and we all headed into the bedroom.

Malvika and I dried ourselves. There was a complimentary champagne bottle in the ice bucket on the table. I opened the champagne bottle and poured two glasses of champagne for Malvika and Rashmika.

Since there were only two glasses, I drank the champagne straight from the bottle. I might have drank half of the bottle because I got tipsy after that.

 

[Krishan202]

Malvika went and laid down on the bed on her back. She had her legs spread wide open. Rashmika was filming Malvika from top to bottom at a very close distance. Rashmika was on top of Malvika and was filming her breasts and her shaved pussy. Once Rashmika finished filming, Malvika called me near her by wagging her finger. I gulped the last sip from the champagne bottle and staggered towards Malvika.

I got between Malvika's legs and buried my face in her pussy. I started licking her pussy. Her pussy's lips were wide open. It did not look like a virgin pussy to me. But I had not seen a real virgin pussy in my life, so I was not so sure. I continue to lick Malvika's pussy. She was moaning slowly and playing with her boobs. Rashmika had climbed the bed and was kneeling on Malvika's right side. She had again resumed filming. I was not sure why she had not put her clothes back on.

I sucked Malvika's pussy for a few minutes, and she eventually had her orgasm. She screamed and thrashed around on the bed as the orgasm swept her body. She held my head tightly and rubbed her pussy against my face until her orgasm subsided.

Malvika told me to climb on top of her and fuck her. I climbed on top of her, but I noticed my dick was still not hard yet. Malvika saw that too, reached down, and started stroking my dick. She stroked my dick for a few minutes, but the dick was not getting hard. I felt like it had gone a bit soft.

Malvika ordered me to lie down on the bed, and she started sucking my limp dick. Malvika was sucking my dick and rubbing her pussy vigorously. She stopped sucking for a while and asked me," What is happening, honey? Make your dick hard. I want a dick in my pussy now. You are ruining the video."

I was not sure why my dick went on strike all of a sudden. Maybe because I drank too much champagne and was feeling tipsy, or because my body was fatigued from the wedding ceremony and reception, or because of the camera present in the room, I was getting stage fright or a combination of all three.

"It happens sometimes with guys; keep stroking the dick, and it will get hard," Rashmika said to Malvika.

"But why on my wedding night am I so horny and I want a dick in my pussy now?" Malvika whined to Rashmika. Malvika was looking at Rashmika's dick hungrily.

Malvika looked at me and, in a sultry voice, said," Ajay, make your dick hard like Rashmika."

Malvika grabbed Rashmika's dick and held it in her left hand. Her right hand was still stroking my dick. When Malvika grabbed Rashmika's dick, I felt sick in my stomach. It felt like someone had kicked my balls. So I kind of winced at my body. Malvika took my winking as if I were liking her touching Rashmika's dick.

"He likes me touching your dick," Malvika told Rashmika.

I was too embarrassed to say anything. I felt ashamed that I could not get my dick hard.

Rashmika replied," I like it too; maybe Ajay will get hard watching you touch me."

Not a chance, I thought, but I could not open my mouth. I was dumbfounded by my newlywed wife grabbing and stroking a trans-female's penis.

Malvika continued stroking my limp dick and Rashmika's hard dick for a minute. She then stopped stroking Rashmika's dick, and I felt relief, but it was short-lived because then Malvika said to me," I need a dick. My pussy is itching for a dick. I will stroke your dick till it gets hard, but till then, I want Rashmika's dick in my pussy."

My wife touching herself was heavy for me, and now she wanted any person's dick in her pussy. So I finally spoke up and said," Malvika, you cannot do that. Wait for some time, my dick will get hard."

"We have been waiting for a long time now. I will fuck Rashmika's dick till you can get your dick hard. It is a fair deal. You are the one who cannot manage his erection," Malvika told me sternly.

"Rashmika, do you have any problem fucking me?" Malvika asked Rashmika.

"I would love to fuck you again; I missed fucking your pussy," Rashmika blurted out.

I looked at Malvika with my eyes wide open. Malvika smiled coyly and said, "Sorry, I lied about being a virgin, but I did not want to lose a good provider because of my lack of virginity."

Rashmika was now behind Malvika. Rashmika lifted Malvika's ass and made her get on all fours. Rashmika penetrated her dick in Malvika's not-so-virgin pussy and started fucking her. Malvika was still stroking my dick with her hand, but it was more like she was just holding it, and Rashmika's fucking was her making her hand rub my dick.

Rashmika was fucking Malvika without any protection. Malvika was enjoying it and was moaning slowly. As Malvika was getting fucked, she told me," Ajay, I need a lot of sex, and if you cannot keep me satisfied, then I will seek it from others."

"So what about the last four months? Have you been faithful in our relationship when you said for us to wait till the wedding day to have sex?" I asked Malvika.

"Yes, I have been faithful for the last four months, and now I have this pent-up sex drive that you could not satisfy. So you will have to get better sex vigor to avoid this type of scenario," Malvika said with a straight face as she continued getting rammed by Rashmika's dick.

"You better bring your A game in the bedroom or you will lose Malvika like I lost her last time," Rashmika added her unwanted commentary

I was thinking what have I gotten myself into?

Rashmika fucked Malvika for a few more minutes and then said she was about to cum. Malvika told her to pull out and cum on her back. Rashmika then pulled out and unloaded her cum on Malvika's back.

Rashmika then wiped the cum from Malvika's back using tissue paper. I had recovered by now, and my dick was semi-hard. Malvika noticed it and took my dick in her mouth. She then turned her pussy towards my face and settled into a 69-position.

As Malvika started sucking my dick, I started licking Malvika's freshly fucked pussy. Her pussy was wet, and it tasted salty. Most probably, I was tasting Rashmika's pre-cum. The smell of Malvika's freshly fucked pussy was having an aphrodisiac effect on my dick. My dick was hard in no time.

Malvika stopped sucking me and got down on my body. She looked at me and smiled. Malvika again claimed my body, but she kneeled over my penis. She grabbed my penis and shoved it into her pussy.

Malvika started riding my dick. She was bouncing her pussy on my dick for a few minutes. Malvika was moaning as she fucked my dick. When she got tired, she started gyrating her pussy on my dick. I fondled Malvika's breasts and pinched her nipples. She then got really tired and told me to fuck her.

Malvika got down and lay on the bed. I got on top of Malvika and penetrated my dick into Malvika's pussy. I started fucking her at a decent pace. Malvika was soon enjoying the fucking and moaning loudly. Malvika had her legs wrapped around my waist. I looked around and saw Rashmika had resumed filming us.

I kissed Malvika as I continued fucking her, and soon enough, she had her orgasm. I continued to fuck Malvika and eventually shot my load in her pussy. We were so tired from the fucking and the entire day that both Malvika and I just went to sleep without cleaning up.

I woke up after about 4 to 5 hours because I felt the bed shaking. My first thought was whether it was an earthquake. I opened my eyes, and it was early morning outside. Rashmika and Malvika were fucking beside me, and that was the cause of the shaking bed. I got up, and Malvika noticed me.

"What is going on here? Why are you fucking her now?" I asked Malvika.

"Rashmika woke up with a hard dick, and I didn't want to waste it, so we are fucking now," Malvika replied as she received the pounding from Rashmika.

Rashmika did not last long after that. She had her orgasm and unloaded her cum inside Malvika's pussy. Once Rashmika had finished unloading inside Malvika, she got up and went to the bathroom.

Malvika quickly climbed on top of me and shoved my dick in her pussy. As Malvika started riding me, all the cum from Rashmika started oozing out of her pussy and onto my groin. Malvika rode my dick till she had her orgasm.

As Malvika's orgasm subsided, she slowed her riding. So I pushed her onto the bed and started fucking her. I fucked Malvika at a faster pace for a few minutes.

Eventually, I shot my load into Malvika's cum-filled pussy. After I emptied my balls into Malvika's pussy, We both got up and headed to the bathroom for a long shower.

Rashmika was just finishing her shower. Malvika and I showered for a long time. When we came out, Rashmika was finally dressed, and she had packed all her videography equipment. She said goodbye to us and left.

We got dressed and packed our belongings, as we had to check out/of the hotel pretty soon.

So this is the tale of me getting cuckolded by a trans female on my wedding night.

The End.

 

[Krishan202]

"Is it on properly?"
Anikha couldn't see anything with my back half turned.
"Please make sure," she was really anxious.
"I'm actually more worried about your mum coming down," I had to say.
My cock was so hard and the condom was slippery in my fingers. As I turned, Anikha was spread backwards on the sofa in the half dark. Her panties were lying on the carpet beside us and her skirt just about covered her pussy.
"She won't, but just be quiet."

I turned awkwardly, my jeans and boxers around my ankles, and then I was getting on my knees between Anikha's legs. Leaning over her I fumbled underneath me trying to guide my cock towards her pussy.

I heard her little gasp as I pushed. Her pussy was so wet as I eased it inside her.

"Gently... please," she whispered.

It was our first time, and although I'd had sex before I wasn't very confident.

She was so tight, and the time Anikha had spent just rubbing my cock was my undoing. I'd barely thrust three or four times before I grunted.

"Oh god... I'm sorry!" I was distraught inside.

I lost all control and began jerking inside both the condom and her.

Anikha seemed to whimper and her whole body flopped. I quickly withdrew, and Anikha was asking, "Is it alright, it hasn't burst?"

Kneeling between her legs I looked down at my already softening cock. As I pulled it off I held the condom up in front of her.

"No, it's ok," adding ashamedly, "I'm really sorry, I couldn't hold on."

The condom was very full of my semen, stretching slightly because of the contents.

"Go and get rid of it down the loo, you know where it is, under the stairs, but be quiet."

I stood up, tugging my boxers and jeans up with one hand and creeping across the hallway and into the loo. Making sure it flushed away I got my trousers sorted and by the time I returned Anikha was dressed as well.

"I'm sorry," I said again, looking very depressed.

"Stop saying sorry, it's 'cos mum's upstairs, we'll get another chance. You go, I'll see you tomorrow at college."

We kissed and I left to walk home. I just hoped that Anikha wouldn't dump me because of it, or tell any of her friends at college that I was pretty useless.

Next day everything seemed fine, and although Anikha had changed her mind about seeing me that evening she asked me around on the Friday, and I knew everything was good when she said her mum was happy for me to stopover, if my parents were okay about it.

Both my parents knew Nayanthara socially. When she split up from Anikha's dad they made a special effort to support her and that's how I got to become more friendly with Anikha.
Mum made sure I had all my change of clothes and wash stuff before I left on Friday evening.

"Don't forget to thank Nayanthara for having you," mum reminded me.

Fussing over, I arrived at Anikha's and she answered the door, kissing me briefly. Her mum appeared out of the kitchen looking like an older version of her.

Both were tall, blonde, and both had gorgeous breasts, Anikha's mum was late thirties, her breasts were bigger, as was her ass, although I knew it wasn't really appropriate to look too closely.

"Hi Jai, I see your mum's made you bring a bag." She half smiled and then directed Anikha to show me to my bedroom.

We'd barely got halfway up the stairs when she called after us, "And no hanky panky, come straight down, I've got drinks for you."

Anikha replied, "Stop it mum, don't embarrass me."

It didn't stop Anikha grabbing me and gripping my cock through my jeans once we were in the bedroom.

Five seconds later her mum called out, "Anikha!"

We both chuckled and went back downstairs.

"You'll be pleased to know I have to go out this evening, now can you two be trusted?"

Nayanthara had made some sangria for the three of us, and as we stood in the kitchen Anikha assured her mum that we could. We both knew we couldn't!

"Well I'm only going across the road to the Sharps.' They've got their twentieth anniversary coming up and they want me to do some of the catering, so we're gonna discuss that. It means I won't be late so just watch it!"

Our meal was a simple pasta dish with an ice cream dessert, and after watching some Netflix Nayanthara left saying goodbye, and reminding us, "Be good."

"You know what?" Anikha snuggled up to me.

"What?" I replied.

"Mum asked if you had any condoms?"

"Jeez, you mean she knows you and I might have sex?"

Anikha suddenly looked sad, and almost guilty.

"I'm sorry, but I told her about the other night."

I groaned, and now her mum knew how useless I was.

"She heard us, and knew how quick it had been, and asked me."

"Oh Anikha," I must have looked really upset.

"Anyway, she seemed to understand, that's why she's gone out tonight, to let us be more relaxed. But she wants us to be safe."

My spirits lifted a bit and I turned to Anikha, even sliding my hand up under her top.

"Hey, slow down, we've got time now," she giggled.

Already I was kissing her neck, and reaching around her back searching for her bra fastening. She couldn't resist, I released her breasts and as I began to slide my finger tips over her nipples she began massaging my cock through my jeans.

"Let's go upstairs... to my room."

I needed no encouragement and we almost ran up the staircase. As soon as we were inside we were scrabbling to undress each other.

"Wait, let me close the curtains, and turn round, you've not seen me completely naked before."

I turned my back and heard the rustle of clothing being taken off.

"Ready!"

Anikha was in bed with the duvet pulled right up to her chin.

"That's not fair, you can see me undressing, you hide your eyes."

"No!... I want to see," she grinned, "and make sure you've got a condom ready."

I had a packet of condoms in my back pocket and put them on the bedside table.

"There... see."

I stripped off my t-shirt and kicked off my trainers. I was out of my socks and jeans in seconds, leaving me exposed in just my boxers. My cock was clearly stretching the fabric and Anikha was giggling again.

"Go on, I want to see how big you are."

When I revealed my erection her eyes widened.

"Come on, get into bed, I want to play with it."

I replied with a warning, "Just don't get me going like you did before."

Seeing me naked gave Anikha the courage to throw off the duvet and reveal herself. She looked incredible, and I was fascinated by the strip of carefully shaved hair between her thighs.

Leaning in we kissed briefly, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin. She felt so soft, her breasts wonderful against my chest. My cock was pushed against her thigh, and I was lost in the moment.

Both of us held each other in an embrace that seemed to go on and on.

"Oh Jai," was all Anikha said, as I pushed her down into the Jairess, my leg slipping between her thighs, and bringing it right up against her pussy.

I rolled up above her, and she felt me pushing my other leg between her thighs.

"Jai, a condom!"

Just for a moment the head of my cock pressed against her wetness.

"No!... don't... please, put one on!"

I came to my senses and pushed myself off her, sitting on the side of the bed. Anikha raised herself on one elbow on her side and studied what I was doing. She saw the glistening of her own pussy juice on the head of my cock, as I tore open the sachet. Suddenly her head went down and I felt myself inside the warmth of her mouth.

"Oh fuck, Anikha, don't do that, you'll bring me off again."

For some reason, she didn't understand the logic of what I was saying, and went on sucking, seeming to want to take as much of me as she could. The sensation of her mouth sucking and the tickling sensation of her blonde hair against my thighs made me insist.

"Anikha! Jeez, stop! or you'll make me cum again."

Her bobbing head stopped and she lifted up, smiling.

"Mmmmm, can I do that, can I put it on you?"

I wasn't at all sure, even I fumbled to put a condom on. She took the slippery ring of latex and I showed her the right way round. At first she tried doing it one handed, but soon realized it probably needed two sets of fingers. Sitting up she held my cock and began to unroll it over the head.

"Fuck, this is not a good idea," I mumbled.

She giggled and slowly rolled the condom down, her fingers slipping up and down my shaft.

I had to intervene.

"Here let me," I insisted until it was completely unrolled.

"Now you can fuck me!" she said gleefully.

She seemed so unaware of how far I'd gone. Maybe naïveté or just not knowing how men worked.

Willingly I slid between her thighs, her legs opening wide and her ankles clasping behind my buttocks.

"Just be still... please I said."

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I think she tried, but whether she knew that her pussy muscles had a mind of their own, I began to cum.

"Oh god, oh god," I muttered into her neck, "Fuck, I've done it again."

I felt myself jerking deep into her, I'd tried and failed yet again, and I was so angry with myself.

As I finished cumming, Anikha realized we'd rushed it all again.

"Please, don't be upset, I'm sorry too, it was partly my fault, please Jai!"

With the sexual release I panicked and wondered if the condom had held. I rolled off and we both looked down. The condom was full and intact like before.

"Let me take it off," Anikha said unexpectedly," I put it on, I'll take it off."

"Be careful," I said as she tried to roll it off, "it's easier just to pull it off."

 

[Krishan202]

My cock was diminishing and as she pulled, it spilt some of my semen onto the bed sheets. I muttered and she giggled, "Yuk!"

"I'll go and flush it," I said and took it from her, departing to the bathroom. When I returned she was lying naked and holding her arms out to me.

"Come here, we'll get there eventually."

I sat on the side of the bed looking downcast.

"You haven't cum, I'm pretty useless aren't I?"

"No you're not, and it doesn't mean that I haven't cum."

"Hmmm, you better buy a toy, a vibrator or something."

"I've got one!" she giggled.

"You haven't," I half disbelieved her, "I'd better get dressed and leave you to use that, it'll be better than me."

"Stop it!," she stuck her nails into my thigh making me yelp.

"Ouch!"

She smiled, "Stop feeling sorry for yourself."

I watched as Anikha leaned over and reached under the bed.

"Surprise, surprise!"

In her hand was a pink cylinder, about six inches long.

"Promise to watch."

I was gobsmacked and fascinated at the same time. I watched as she pushed the vibrator between her thighs. The buzzing began and I saw it being moved backwards and forwards between her pussy lips, and then it slid inside her about three inches deep.

Her eyes closed and there was the softest of groans.

There was another longer groan when she held the vibrator against her clit.

"Ohhhhh, gosh," she gasped, "Jai, kiss me."

I leaned forward and gently kissed her, her mouth already open. In moments I felt her body lifting off the bed beneath me, then starting to shake.

Pulling away from my kiss she was gasping, "Ohhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck," until the buzzing stopped and l lifted up to see her lying there, her eyes still closed, and moaning a soft, "Mmmmmm."

"I was so close with you, it felt so good to have you here."

I was still feeling inadequate, but excited by what I'd seen.

At that moment the landline rang downstairs. Three rings and it stopped.

"That means mum will be home soon. We'd better get dressed."

Anikha's bedsheet had a damp patch that she hoped might disappear, we tidied up the pillows and duvet and got dressed, then went downstairs.

There was a text on Anikha's mobile saying, 'Home at 10.'

It was nine forty five, so we turned the tv back on and made a coffee.

"Been good?" was the greeting from Nayanthara as she arrived home.

"Of course," replied Anikha, and I just remained silent.

"Had you remembered your dance lesson tomorrow, I'd forgotten until Linda Sharp reminded me. Mr Sharp will be outside at nine, with Caitlin."

"Do I have to go, Jai's here."

"You'll be back by soon after eleven, you can stop on for lunch can't you Jai?"

I wasn't expected home until later anyway, so I agreed to stop.

"Yes I can stop, if you want?" I looked across at Anikha.

"Of course I do, you can sleep in after I've gone."

Both Anikha and I were waiting for Nayanthara to go to bed leaving us alone again, but by the time the news on tv had finished I was ready for bed anyway, and excused myself to go upstairs.

"The towels are on your bed Jai, I won't wake you in the morning."

I thanked her and left the two of them chatting and made my way to my room. I must have fallen straight to sleep and was only woken up by the birds singing outside.

I looked at my phone and there was a text from Anikha.

"Don't worry xx."

It was timed the previous evening so I texted back, 'Thank you xx.'

It was then I heard the movements from downstairs, it was almost nine and later than I thought. I heard a car start up outside, the front door close, and then the car door slam before driving off.

I needed to go to the loo. Thinking Nayanthara was downstairs in the kitchen I wandered out to the bathroom. Returning from the bathroom, I heard a floorboard creak and Nayanthara appeared from out of Anikha's room.

I felt completely naked, even though I had my pajama shorts on.

"Oh... I'm sorry, Nayanthara, I thought you were downstairs."

Nayanthara grinned. She was still wearing her bathrobe, and was amused by my embarrassment.

"No need to be embarrassed Jai, I was just tidying Anikha's room. I won't look."

But she was looking.

I tried to half turn, and instinctively put one hand down to shield my crotch from view.

"Go and get dressed," she added, "just let me get something out of the cupboard in your room."

She followed me in and went to the cupboard on the far side of the bed. Casually she asked, "Did you sleep well? Was the bed okay?"

"Yes, fine, I slept like a log."

She reached up to the top shelf and I was trying not to look at her calves and lower thighs as her bathrobe pulled up.

"I'm afraid Anikha and I stayed up chatting."

I felt myself going red, because I knew that if Anikha had shared our difficulties the first time, she'd probably done it again.

She closed the cupboard door and turned back, seeing my flushed face.

"Why don't you sit down Jai, can we talk?"

I had to say yes, to say no would have made the situation doubly awkward. I sat on the side of the bed knowing what might be coming.

"Shall I get dressed first?" I said.

"No, it's okay, this won't take long."

My face was still burning, suspecting an awkward conversation.

"Anikha told me something."

She was watching me closely and sat down beside me.

"You probably know what I'm going to say."

I was almost choking with embarrassment now.

"I think so," I croaked.

"I want to assure you that there's nothing to worry about. It's something that happens when you're young, and when you're not very experienced."

I whispered, "I know," which seemed a bit pathetic.

She fidgeted and seemed to move closer, and I could smell her perfume.

"Anikha's not too concerned, but she's worried that she's doing the wrong thing too."

"She's not, it's just me," I replied.

Nayanthara leaned forward to place a hand on my arm to reassure me. It was difficult to hold eye contact, I was so embarrassed and by now very nervous. Because she was leaning towards me her bathrobe tie had loosened and the neckline gaped open, massively exposing her cleavage.

She plainly knew that I was looking.

"Sorry, I should have got dressed before we had this talk, shouldn't I?"

She was waiting for an answer.

"No, you didn't have to," my voice was strained, wondering if I'd said the right thing.

That seemed to encourage her.

"I'm pleased you said that, you know why?"

"No?" my heart was beating out of my chest as Nayanthara seemed to show even more of her breasts as she edged a closer.

"I think we need to do a bit of coaching."

She could see the puzzled expression on my face, but she was also aware that her flirting had begun to see a reaction in my shorts.

I watched as her hands moved to the bathrobe tie. She tugged it, and pulled the two ends apart. The robe fell open and I saw most of her body exposed, along with the same carefully clipped strip of hair as Anikha had between her thighs.

"Now lie back."

I hesitated and then allowed myself to be gently pushed backwards across the bed, not believing what was happening, and watching her slip out of her robe.

"Just let me show you, keep telling me how you're feeling, but close your eyes."

Nayanthara's fingers touched my chest and her nails traveled over first one nipple then the other. I was holding my breath, her nails were dragging towards the waistband of my pyjama shorts.

Even expecting it, I wasn't ready for when she tugged my shorts down. She pulled them right down leaving me naked. The soft wet feeling of her mouth made me groan, and the enveloping glove of her throat pushing down around the head of my cock was testing me straight away.

"Oh fuck, slowly... please."

Lifting her head she spat a long drool of saliva onto my cock, spreading it up and down the shaft with one hand.

"Should we be doing this?" I was lost.

"Yes!... now tell me if you're close." She said it quietly as she shifted her body to kneel between my legs.

She was leaning over gripping my cock with both hands. All I could see was her hair hanging forward as she concentrated on wanking me.

"God, I'm not far off... wait." I groaned.

I was tensing the whole of my body when I screamed out, "FUCK...!"

I wasn't expecting what Nayanthara did.

The tip of my cock was being squeezed hard between Nayanthara's thumb and finger. She held it for quite a few seconds before letting it go.

"Has that slowed you down?" she asked calmly.

"Fucking hell!" I whimpered.

"Well has it?"

 

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The threat had in fact gone away, and I raised my head and opened my eyes.

"I think so," I whimpered.

"Tell me straight away again then." and I saw her head lower and the warmth of her mouth returned.

"Ohhhh fuck, Nayanthara, slow down," and she did.

She just stopped moving, holding me there in her mouth, in her wet grip.

I tried to relax, but the feeling of cumming crept back. A minute later I was panicking again.

"Nayanthara, I think I'm gonna cum."

She lifted up once again and gripped my cock hard with her fingers and thumb. It was harder than last time... and she held on.

"... god Nayanthara... ahhhhhhh!"

Eventually she let go.

"You've done great, you're hanging in there, now I won't do that again, next time you don't hold back, just see how long you can last."

It all felt so crazy, as Nayanthara took me into her mouth once more, and again she hardly moved, she just held me firmly, surrounding my cock with the softness of her tongue and cheeks.

I called on all my resolve, I thought of bizarre things, and managed to hang on for maybe a couple of minutes, and then it became too much.

"I'm cumming Nayanthara... please, I'm cumming!"

In an explosion of so much pleasure my cock jerked, and kept jerking. I couldn't believe I was still in her mouth. She worked it up and down and I could feel her swallowing every drop.

"OHHHHH! FUCK!...." my cry of pleasure went on as she continued to suck until I jerked no more.

"Nayanthara, this is crazy." I said.

"Maybe, but you need to learn, you need to practice."

It was the weirdest thing when she stood up beside the bed, naked. She picked up her bathrobe and put it on.

"You get dressed and wait downstairs, I'm gonna take a shower. I don't think I need to tell you about not saying anything to Anikha, to anyone... promise me for god's sake!"


"Yes, I won't, no I mean," adding rather stupidly, "thank you."

"Don't thank me, just practice what I just did, this week."

Nayanthara disappeared into the en-suite and I heard the shower turn on. When I'd dressed I went downstairs in a sort of daze. I halted before I went into the kitchen and looked at some of the family photos on the wall of Anikha when she was younger.

Upstairs Nayanthara's moaning was clear and distinct, she wasn't holding back. She must have been aroused so much by what had happened, and now she was satisfying herself in the shower. The long cry of pleasure when she came was arousing in itself, and I couldn't help but wonder what made her do what she'd just done with me.

Anikha arrived back home just as her mum appeared downstairs drying her hair in a towel.

"You're late, it's not like you to be pampering yourself so late in the morning?"

Nayanthara didn't look guilty at all.
"I got Jai some breakfast and we chatted a while," she lied, "how did you get on with dancing?"

"Good, me and Chandu have been chosen to do a routine at the Christmas show, we have to work on it for an hour extra each Saturday."

"That's a shame, I was going to ask Jai over to stay again next Friday night, but if you're not going to be here for the whole of Saturday morning..."

"Please... Jai do you mind, will you stay over again?"

"I'd love to," I replied, "I don't think mum and dad will mind."

My heart missed a beat, because I knew Nayanthara's hidden agenda, or at least suspected it. She avoided eye contact, and I didn't actually know.

"I'll try to arrange an evening out with someone on Friday and let you two have some privacy."

Anikha smiled at me, and just said, "Thanks mum." And so it transpired.

I arrived at Anikha's with my overnight bag, and all week at college she'd been teasing me about making sure to bring condoms. She also revealed that Nayanthara had taken her to see the family planning nurse and she was going to start taking 'the pill.'

All this placed more pressure on me to perform. I was trying to be laid back about it, even when Nayanthara got me on my own before she left to go out.

"Have you been practicing?" Nayanthara whispered, she was almost giggling.

Blushing, I replied, "Every day."

"Good, I hope I get good reports!"

She kissed me on the cheek before Anikha reappeared.

"Be good," was her last comment before she left, and after she'd gone I looked at Anikha and she looked at me.

"Don't rush," I smiled.

She just put her arms around me, kissing me with a long lasting kiss.

"Shall we go upstairs?"

"Please," I replied, this time it was me leading her to the bedroom, the one I was using.

"I'm going to undress and get into bed, I want to lie there and watch you," she said.

I smiled and watched her slip out of her jeans and pull her top over her head. She had her back to me so I stepped forward behind her, before she lowered her arms. I cupped both her bra covered breasts in my hands and kissed her on the side of her neck.

"Mmmmm, I said I'd get undressed," she muttered.

"I couldn't resist," I replied and I pushed my hips against her buttocks to let her feel how hard I was.

Stepping back I unclasped her bra and threaded my arms back around her to feel her nipples. When I ran my fingertips over them she sighed and put one hand behind her to squeeze my cock.

"Come on, get into bed."

I let her wriggle out of her panties and saw her wonderful body disappear under the duvet. I shed my clothes pretty quickly, and Anikha giggled at my stiff cock, waving a bit from side to side.

"Now take your time, have you got the condoms?"

"Sod it, they're in my jeans," I swore as I slipped back out of bed scrabbling in my pocket and putting the packet on the bedside table.

"Come here, kiss me properly."

Anikha put her arms around my neck and our two bodies pressed against each other. I was remembering to stay calm, and I made an effort to slow my breathing.

We kissed for some time, and there was a point where my leg found its way between Anikha's thighs which she then used to push herself against me with her pussy.

We were holding each other as her hips flexed and she began rubbing her pussy deliberately on my thigh. Her body was constantly moving and her arms around my neck were not going to let me go.

Our mouths and tongues were constantly exploring our lips, and necks.

"Slow down," I muttered, "you said you wanted to take it slowly."

"Put a condom on... hurry, I want you," she murmured.

I pulled away and sat up on the bed and tore open a sachet. It only took seconds before Anikha pulled me back down and clamped her legs either side of my thigh.

Her pussy was so moist, I could feel her wetness sliding along the top part of my leg. At the same time she was breathing much faster and I began to realize that this was simply her frotting herself and building her arousal.

"I need you inside me now," she pleaded, "but please don't cum."

I was a little more confident this time. She unhooked her legs, spreading them wide, inviting me in.

"Yes!" she gasped as I pushed inside her.

I held myself still. Deep in her cunt I tried to relax, but she was already aroused from her rubbing against me. I flexed my hips and withdrew just a bit before pushing back in. Anikha was starting to twerk her lower body, rubbing against me. I was glad because my cock wasn't being massaged so much, however it was evident her clit was.

I was still naive enough not to register this, but Anikha was on her way to an orgasm.

"Oh god, fuck me now Jai, I don't care if you cum, just fuck me!"

When I began to fuck her she thrust herself against me in a rhythm, seemingly becoming even more frantic.

"Go on, harder... yes... yes... go on!"

The harder I went the more she clung to me, and the more I felt able to control myself. I knew I'd won the battle when she started to pant and gasped, "I'm cumming Jai, I'm cumming... OH GOD...!"

Shaking and clinging like a limpet, I felt her pussy convulse, and it was the end of my resistance.

"Fuck... Anikha...... oh god... ughhhhhh!"

I grunted into her neck. My cock was emptying itself right up against her cervix, I had a flashing moment of failing rubber, and a bolt of conscience.

We were both overheating and as we sagged into each other and into the Jairess I groaned, "I think we did it Anikha."

The quiet reply was, "my god we did... yes!"

My cock was receding slowly and slipping from Anikha's pussy's grasp. She lifted her head as it slid out completely, and muttered, "It looks okay."

I rolled onto my back and smiled when she said, "It's very full."

"I'll just go to the bathroom then, don't go away!"

Anikha giggled and pulled the duvet over her, so when I returned I snuggled up to her.

"I can't wait to do without those things, mum said it'll be alright in a couple of months, by then we'll have had lots of practice!"

"You helped me tonight, you were halfway there before... you know."

We lay together chatting, kissing, caressing and just relaxing until I fell asleep. I felt foolish for sleeping when I was eventually woken by Anikha.

"Mum's home in half an hour, we'd better get dressed."

I kept apologizing for sleeping, but Anikha was still high on the sex we'd had so she didn't mind. When Nayanthara arrived home she looked at both of us with 'knowing' looks. I decided it best if I went to bed and let her and Anikha chat, without doubt, about me.

I must have been exhausted because I didn't wake up until after Anikha had gone dancing. I heard Nayanthara downstairs and wasn't totally surprised when she gently knocked on the bedroom door with a mug of tea.

"It went well then?" she asked, as she put the tea down on the bedside table, "practice makes perfect?"

I rubbed my eyes and hoisted myself up.

"I wouldn't say perfect, but a big improvement," I grinned.

Nayanthara was in her bathrobe again, and I wondered about her intentions.

"Well Anikha was in a good mood before she left so it must have been a good evening."

I didn't know what to say, Nayanthara's perfume was still intoxicating, and the fact that she sat down on the edge of the bed made my cock play its usual tricks under the duvet.

"I'm glad. I guess I have to thank you for all your advice." I said genuinely.

 

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Nayanthara chuckled, "Practical advice I suppose, I should never have done it, I've felt guilty ever since. You must never tell her, or anyone!"

"I wouldn't, god no!"

The duvet was slightly 'tented' where my cock was, and I shifted my body. Nayanthara, hawk eyed, couldn't help but notice something.

"I'd better get on, I need a shower, and you need to take care of that by the look of things!"

I blushed, but my new grown confidence made me reach out and place my hand on Nayanthara's knee.

"Thank you anyway," I replied.

Nayanthara leaned forward to kiss me on the forehead before she left, but as she did my hand slid up her inner thigh.

Her lips didn't reach my forehead as she gripped my wrist.

"No... no... Jai."

Her expression showed surprise as I pushed my hand harder against her resistance, and my fingers found her pussy... and it felt very wet.

"NO Jai... we mustn't, last time was just a one off..."

Her grip on my wrist became just a grip, without any force, and my fingers slid between her pussy lips. With a gasp she parted her thighs just enough to allow my fingers inside her.

"Ohhh god, please Jai, we mustn't... please stop."

Her body told a different story and I twisted my legs around to kneel on the bed beside her. The duvet dropped away and revealed my erection. Nayanthara saw it, up close, and just groaned in resignation.

I pushed her gently backwards, and withdrawing my fingers from her pussy, I lifted her legs up onto the Jairess, untying her bathrobe at the same time.

"Take it off," I asked, looking down at her.

She struggled out of it then lay back completely naked.

"Jai, this is wrong." she wasn't really protesting.

"Probably, but I want you."

She saw my desire, and then my doubt.

"Don't use a condom, it's okay."

That final acceptance was so exciting.

I fell between her thighs and her pussy welcomed me in.

"Slowly, remember what I said, stop moving, rest, then you can move again."

I looked down at her and with a smile I replied, "We'll see!"

There was a quizzical look as I began to thrust, and it was only after a short time she realized how 'in control' I was now.

"Ohhhh Jai," she murmured and hooked her legs around me, feeling me thrust into her. Her arms snaked around my neck and I watched her close her eyes as we kissed.

I seemed a different person, the sound of my cock in the wetness of her pussy, and the quiet movement of the mattress on the bed was filling the room.

Nayanthara stopped the kissing and began to groan.

"Oh fuck... Jai, don't stop."

I wasn't going to. Her groan became a gasp and the gasp changed to rapid panting.

"Jai... you sod... you're gonna make me cum... FUCK!"

I slowed my movements and watched her face. Her eyes opened wide, her head was thrown back into the pillow and her mouth uttered a cry of pleasure. Her back arched, and her hips shook, and with an almost grimacing groan she came.

"AHHHHHH...... AHHHHHHH... GOD OH GOD!"

I'd only just held on myself and as Nayanthara began to sink back into the mattress I grunted and jerked inside her. Pulse after pulse of my spunk coated the inner recesses of her soaking wet cunt. When I finally stopped, beads of my perspiration were dripping onto her breasts.

I rolled aside, my cock dribbling semen across her thigh.

"Ohhhhhhh, you're gone," she whispered disappointingly as my cock slipped out. In a few moments she realized what had just happened.

Sitting up, her expression had changed.
"Jai, I told you we shouldn't. God if Anikha knew, this would break her. Please just forget this ever happened."

In a flash Nayanthara picked up her bathrobe and left the bedroom. I lay there, feeling elated and feeling guilty. After five minutes I heard Nayanthara in her shower, so I ventured to the main bathroom and showered myself.

By the time I got downstairs Nayanthara had a face like thunder.

"Jai, this whole thing is my fault. I should never have started this, I was only thinking of Anikha and you, trying to help you both."

"And you Nayanthara, you've taught me, given me confidence. I'm sorry about just now, I couldn't resist you, you're so..." I struggled to say it, "sexy!"

"Huh!... and a useless mother!"

Tears were close, I could see her face contorted. It was only natural to put my arms around her.

"Please, I don't want you to cry. We're both to blame, I'm sorry."

Her tears were wetting my shirt as she looked up.

"Oh Jai, just let me cry, it's been so long without a man, and when I saw you and Anikha together it brought back so many memories."

As we held onto each other in the middle of the kitchen it was a defining moment. Neither of us wanted to kiss, but we did, and even though we were wrong the kiss went on.

When the kiss ended Nayanthara kept her arms around me, no anger, no remorse, just her heart beating rapidly, and my fingers wiping away her tears.

"Oh dear god, what's happening Jai? We shouldn't be doing this, it's all such a mess."

"What's the time?" I looked at the clock on the oven. "it's only 10.30, Anikha won't be home until midday, let's go in the lounge and talk."

She followed me sobbing quietly, and sat beside me on the sofa.

As we sat with her head in the crook of my arm I kissed her forehead, her blonde hair tickling my nose.

"You've scrambled my feelings," I muttered. "I really like Anikha, I haven't told her I love her, I'm not sure. When we had sex and I was pretty useless, you helped me, you probably shouldn't have, not in the way you did at least."

Nayanthara looked up, "It seemed right at the time, I was stupid, tempted, we went too far didn't we, oh god, I wish I hadn't," then suddenly she sat up, "look we shouldn't be sitting here cuddling."

I was totally at a loss, Nayanthara was conflicted, I was conflicted, and my hormones seemed to be overflowing.

I got up, and Nayanthara looked at me, horrified.

"My god, you're just ridiculous Jai, we've only been cuddling."

She was looking at my crotch. My jeans showed a bulge, my cock was reviving itself like never before.

"I'm sorry, I can't seem to help it when I'm around you."

"Jai seriously, if you're gonna be coming here to see Anikha you can't be like this."

I went back into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Nayanthara followed by saying, "You need a cold shower, not a cold drink!"

"I'll go upstairs until I've calmed down."

Nayanthara grabbed my arm as I passed her by.

"Please Jai, we've gotta solve this, Anikha will be home in an hour."

It was like an addiction, I kissed her cheek and she didn't let go of my arm, the kiss became a lips on lips kiss and within seconds we were in a clinch with her grinding her hips against me.

We were both to blame now, both her hands dropped to unzip me, hooking out my erection.

Suddenly all caution was thrown to the wind, our lust had taken over again. "We've gotta be quick," Nayanthara was hitching up her dress around her waist and bending over the work surface. Pulling her panties to one side, her pussy was there for the taking.

"Fuck me, hurry... go on Jai."

In moments I buried myself inside her, grabbing her hips and pulling her onto me.

"Oh God, that's so good... fuck... ohhhhh Jai!"

For ten minutes I pounded her, both of us grunting and fucking like animals. I came first, but it seemed to trigger Nayanthara and in her orgasm she knocked two mugs onto the floor smashing them. It brought us to our senses, and we both looked crestfallen again.

"What's the matter with me, I've created a monster in you," she groaned.

I ignored her.

"Careful, don't tread on any of this," I was warning Nayanthara as she stood up, pulling her panties on properly and smoothing down her dress.

A few seconds later she almost screamed.

"Fuck, it's Anikha, she's back early!"

I was tucking my cock back in my jeans and Nayanthara was able to see Mr Sharp out of the window pulling up in his car.

When Anikha burst in through the front door she came straight up to me.

"Have you missed me? What's been going on here?"

Throwing her arms around my neck she was watching Nayanthara getting the dustpan and brush out of the cupboard.

"Shall we go upstairs to my room?"

I saw Nayanthara look up and fortunately Anikha didn't see the guarded look she gave me.

"Don't be long, I'll be getting lunch when I've cleared this up," she said pointedly.

We'd hardly got upstairs before Anikha clung to me wanting to kiss.

"Kiss me, I missed you this morning and you only fucked me once last night, I want you again."

"Yes, but not here, now, your mum's just downstairs, it's lunch in a minute."

I wouldn't have been capable after just fucking Nayanthara, and besides my cock still had her juices all over it.

"After lunch, your mum may go out." I was clutching at straws, buying time.

"I need to go to the loo," I added.

"Go on then, but hurry up, I want to kiss you again."

I made my escape and filled the wash basin with water, washing my cock with soap. Hoping that had worked I returned and Anikha dragged me to her bed. Pushing me backwards she straddled me, laughing and pretending to hump me, telling me how she'd missed me.

"LUNCH!" Nayanthara shouted upstairs and reluctantly Anikha said we'd better go down.

"Have you two had an argument?" Anikha asked five minutes into eating our ham and salad.

Both Nayanthara and I said 'No!' simultaneously and emphatically, then Nayanthara added, "I just warned him off getting too serious before you both went off to uni. Jai was very loyal to you, but I guess I was a bit forthright."

"Mum!" Anikha retorted, "stop poking your nose into stuff, it's our life!"

There was an awkward silence and I just kept quiet, before she added, "Anyway, we can still see each other when we come home."

I think Nayanthara knew the reality of that and how life at uni would bring new friendships and challenges.

"Okay darling... I'm sorry, I'll keep out of it."

The irony of that statement wasn't lost on me.

THE-END

 

[Krishan202]

When I was married at the age of 22 in a Thakur family, I never knew that my life would take such unexpected turn. I was from a poor family of a rural area. My father had died when I was 10 years old. As I grew up my mother was looking for a suitable groom and because I was beautiful by the common standard, I was selected by a rich family that had landed property in a nearby village for their eldest son Hari.

My husband had three siblings, Shiva was 24, Shankar was 22 and the youngest one Deva was just 20. Their parents died when Deva was only 12 years old. Since then all the brothers worked together and under the guidance of my husband, Hari, not only managed their property effectively but accumulated much wealth to be regarded as one of the richest families of the area. It was their uncle and aunt who selected me as the bride for their eldest nephew. Because I was good looking, had a nice figure and had read up to school final, I was selected as the bride. What was much of a relief to my widowed mother and elder brother was that they demanded no dowry as was common in our society.

I was married off in a solemn ceremony and walked into the haveli (old style palatial house) of my husband as a bride. I lived happily there with my husband and three brother-in-laws. My mother died within six months of our marriage. I went to my brother's place for the last ritual and found that my new lifestyle has changed me so much that I did not feel comfortable during my stay in the very house where I had grown up. Within one and half years of the wedding I gave birth to a son. It was not only my husband but his brothers as well who rejoiced over the birth.

By the time my son was one and half year old, my husband died due to sudden cardiac arrest. I was remorseful at the sudden shock. However, after his rituals were over, my brother-in-law Shiva told me that in the absence of Hari, I should know about the properties they had. So he took me to show the landed property they had, the rice and mustard oil mills they owned in nearby villages. I had no idea of such vast property that they had.

Then one day Shiva took me to show their farm house that was located nearly hundred fifty kilometers from our haveli. I knew about the farm house but never imagined that it had such an area with a palatial building inside it. There were four guards and four wolf-like dogs of some breed that guarded the farm house. By the time we reached there it was afternoon. Shiva guided me inside to show the palatial building. The building had one room each marked for each brother. I casually wanted to know the use of such a large farm house.

Shiva smiled awkwardly and said, "Bhavi, you know we Thakurs are very lustful. The farm house is for our enjoyment. Even your husband had spent nights here when you were in an advanced stage to enjoy extra-marital life."

I was shocked at this revelation and felt disgraced that my husband had enjoyed it with some other woman during my pregnancy. But I blushed at such blatant revelation by Shiva. Because four rooms for each brother indicated that all the brothers were in the same boat so far as the lustful activities were concerned. I did not know what to say but maintained an extra reserved attitude to make Shiva understand that I did not at all like all these activities.

When I looked at Shiva, I saw him smiling mischievously. I felt quite uncomfortable and said to him, "Let us now return to home. I am quite tired."

Shiva said to me, "I have something important to discuss with you. You see, there is no property in your name and after Hari died we can drive you and your son out of our house. But for a young widow like you it may not be easy to live an honorable life.

I have discussed with my brothers and decided that we won't get married to prevent our property from getting divided provided you agree to serve our physical needs now and then."

I was thunder-struck and angrily said, "You three brothers want to make your bhavi your mistress? How debased and mean are you! Taking the chance of my helplessness?"

Shiva shamelessly said, "You are starving too with your youthful body like that. You see, if you agree we will take every care of you including the education of your son and we assure that everything will be within four walls of the haveli."

"How can you come up with such a dirty proposal?" I angrily retorted, "You want me not only to go to bed with you but with your brothers, who are younger to me. How shameless you can be."

Then Shiva changed his topic, "Have you seen the dogs of the farm house? They can tear away any human being and it will look like just an accident. Hope you don't want to confront them nor wish your son to be let before these wolf-like dogs."

I was shivering in anger, insult and fear. A Particular reference to my little son almost froze me. I was wondering how I have fallen victim to these dirty and violent people.

However, Shiva went a step further and said, "Have you seen the guards of this farmhouse? If someone does yield to our proposal we often let these guards enjoy it. But don't be afraid, you're our family's widow and symbol of honor so we won't be that cruel to you to let these guards ravish you."

A feeling of fear ran along my spine. Shiva had very discreetly told me what is expected of me. I stood in silence for some time. Shiva did not insist on an immediate answer but waited calmly with the cold eyes of a python. I was shedding tears at the turn of events in which I was. Then I thought of my future, the safety of my son and also the breach of trust by my husband during my pregnancy.

"What do you want me to do?" I finally asked Shiva.

"I want you to be my bride in this farmhouse," he curtly replied.

"And then in the coming days to serve as the bride of your brothers too?" I said, "Why call the bride? Say mistress!"

Shiva said, "Our entire property will be in the name of your son and we will bring him up with love and care like our own son. You are to make sure of only two things that you serve our needs and you don't get pregnant."

"Can I trust them, those who want to make their elder brother's wife a mistress?" I said.

"You need not agree till we have transferred all property in the name of your minor son", said Shiva, "And you will be the trustee. If you want to take revenge, you can deprive us once the property gets transferred and you become the trustee. If we can trust you, why can't you?"

I have almost decided by then my action and said to Shiva, "I might agree with your proposal but like your elder brother you can't go on for me at home and at others outside at the same time."

Shiva shamelessly replied, "I will be loyal to you provided you can serve my needs. But I can't assure my brothers."

I thought for sometimes. I have no place to go; my brother is too poor and once he gets married I would be a burden on them. So far I have not noticed any attempt on the part of my brother-in-laws either to harass me or to abuse me sexually. Moreover, the huge property would be in my son's name. I would be the trustee. I also thought of my age and youth. I admitted to myself secretly that after my husband's death I too felt starved sexually and there were often forbidden desires in me.

I looked at Shiva and said, "Ok I trust you. I will be your bride tonight."

It was already dusk. I followed Shiva as he guided me to the room designated for him. The bed inside the room was already decked with flowers. He had this plan from the beginning, I thought.

Once inside the room Shiva opened the almirah that stored many dresses and said to me, "Leave your white attire of a widow and get dressed like a bride with vermilion on your forehead. You will no longer be like a widow tonight." Despite all insult, dishonor and repulsion I dressed as a bride and sat on the bed.

Shiva came near me, lifted my veil and kissed my lips putting his tongue inside exploring my tongue. I kept my eyes shut in shame and hatred and decided to satisfy his lust like a corpse. Shiva slowly started removing my dress, unhooked my bra and began to suck one boob while kneading the other. I could feel that despite my repulsion my starving youthful body was responding to his caress as I felt wetness in my love triangle.

It was not long before Shiva removed my petticoat and pulled down the panty. He began to play with my long pubic hairs and occasionally fingered my pussy hole. Soon his face descended on my pussy and began to lick it like a crazy fellow. As his tongue tickled my clit I started moaning in forbidden pleasure.

By the next fifteen minutes, my body and mind melted to his caress and when he guided my hand to his hard dick I held it lovingly in my palm stroking it mildly. Shiva pulled my face near his phallus and pushed it in my mouth. I started sucking it lovingly.

Finding my positive responses, Shiva asked, "Are you enjoying it?"

I nodded silently and Shiva then parted my legs wide apart and slowly started pushing his cock inside my cunt. My pussy hole was wet enough and Shiva slid his hard meat inside me. As he started battering the tender muscles of my vagina brutally, I moaned in pleasure and pain and hugged him tightly while his lips were locked with mine. We had nearly an hour long passionate action after which I pleaded with him to come and he flooded my cunt with his endless load. That night we had two more sessions of love making.

In the morning, as we disengaged our nude bodies from mutual hug, I asked Shiva, "Are you satisfied with my service?"

Shiva pulled me towards him, planted a kiss on my lips and said, "You served more than I expected. You are fabulous."

Later I retired to my white attire and returned to haveli. Although both Shankar and Deva knew about the escapade they did not say anything and I found them taking care of my son. For about a week there was an extra-ordinary silence in the haveli. On the eighth evening, Shankar invited me to go out with him and I knew what it meant.

As expected Shankar took me to the farm house. But unlike Shiva he did not ask me to get dressed as a bride. Once inside his private room, he commanded me to remove his dresses. I was dying in shame yet with shivering hands I removed his dress and his hard throbbing cock sprang out before me. He asked me to kneel down before him and take his cock in my mouth. As I was sucking his dick, he started removing the pallu of my saree and putting his hands inside my blouse began to fondle my tits.

Gradually my upper part was stripped of all covers and Shankar complimented me, "You have a sexy body like a whore. Why did you starve for so long?"

I had grown shameless by then and replied, "Why did you let me starve so long?"

Shankar seemed happy at my reply and asked me, "Who is better? Me or Shiva?"

Instead of replying I started sucking his dick harder and faster making him moan and then he discharged his load in my mouth. Like a slut I began to lick it clean and soon it came to life again becoming hard.

Shankar by that time had lifted my saree and petticoat up to my waist. He seemed to be more fascinated by my asses as he fondled them, licked the ass walls and ass hole. Before I could actually understand, he was on my back with his shaft trying to penetrate my asshole. I pleaded him not to sodomize me. But he was already crazy and was in no mood to listen.

By the next ten minutes he invaded my asshole and began to ride hard on me while fondling my boobs. I screamed initially in pain but gradually the pain subsided and I took to his rhythm of ass fucking and moved my asses to match his strokes. After fucking my ass for sometimes, he pulled out his rod.

Then he stripped me completely and began to caress my cunt with his lips and tongue. It soon became unbearable for me and I pushed his face from my pussy and pleaded with him to pound my starving pussy.

 

[Krishan202]

Shankar asked me to fold my legs, giving him better access to my pussy. He was a bit rough and suddenly pushed his rod so hard as to drive its entire length inside. I screamed in pain. He then raised my arms upward above my head and began to sniff and lick my armpit. Occasionally, between his caressing the armpits his lips would take my lips in his and suck and lick them. I was in seventh heaven with him and enjoyed tremendously as he rode on me hard and fast making me moan like a possessed woman. When he finally discharged his load in my pussy I was facing an orgasm that I had never faced before and our bodies got entwined with each other like a pair of snakes.

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We slept nude in each other's embrace and in the morning woke up as Shankar started playing with my nipples. I noticed the hardness of his meat and smilingly asked, "Want to be united once again?"

"If you don't have any objection," Shankar briefly replied.

To show my willingness, I pulled his face on my boobs allowing him to suck while my hand took his hard throbbing manhood in my palm caressing it gently. We had some foreplay before I took his rod in my craving pussy and we ended up with mutual orgasm in the morning session of love-making.

Later as he was caressing my nude body, I asked him, "Did I satisfy you?"

"More than I expected," replied Shankar.

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"Will you still keep looking for women outside like your deceased brother?" I said, "You have to choose between me and an outside woman."

"I think, I don't need to look outside," Shankar said, "You are more than mere fantastic. I love you."

As usual we returned to our haveli the next day. After two experiences with Shiva and Shankar a new horizon of carnal pleasure opened to me and I felt that I was fully a woman capable of enjoying my sexuality as well as capable of providing extreme pleasure to others.

In the meantime, as promised they had initiated the process of transferring the property in the name of my minor son and making me trustee of the same. However, I was ashamed about Deva because he was younger to me and I knew that my next encounter would be with my youngest brother-in-law.

On the fourth day after my encounter with Shankar in the farm house, Deva bluntly asked me in the haveli, "When are you going to satisfy my thirst?"

Though I knew it was bound to happen, his blunt question made me blush. He seemed to enjoy seeing me blushing and teased me, "Nice to see you blushing even after your experiences with Shiva and Shankar."

I felt as if I had been stripped once again as Deva referred to my escapades with his elder brothers. He then said to me, "What about you and me going to the farm house tomorrow? Of course, if you're not bleeding."

I felt disgusted at the manner in which he referred to bleeding, which could have meant both my period of menses or the bleeding caused by the sexual assaults of his elder brothers. I didn't reply but looked at him scolding with my glances and showing my disapproval of his manners. But he seemed not to bother about it. On the following evening he took me to the farm house. I knew that my pleadings would have no effect still I requested him telling that I felt very ashamed since he was so younger to me.

"I enjoy when the partner is ashamed and I like to see her pleading" was his blatant reply.

I decided not to show my weaknesses to him nor to plead before him whatever might come. Once in the farm house, he took me to the room meant for him and gave me a pair of lacy bra and panty and said, "You will come to me only in this outfit."

It was such a skimpy pair of outfit that I could not but plead not to let me force to wear those.

"Why are you ashamed?" Deva said, "After sometime I will not allow even a single thread on your body and you're going to be totally nude before me."

Realizing that it was futile to argue with him, I put on the lacy bra and panty and appeared before him. He looked appreciatively at my figure and said, "You have a real sexy body."

I lowered my gaze in shame. He came near me and lifted my hands and pointing at my bushy armpits said, "Why you keep them dirty? Did you appear like this before your late husband and before Shiva and Shankar? They are savages and have no sense of beauty."

Deva then suddenly pushed his hand inside my panty and discovering bushy growth there said to me, "I'll shave you clean so that your nether lips are clearly visible. I enjoy clean shaved woman."

Within next ten minutes he made me lay exposing my armpits and cunt as he shaved me clean. His act of shaving me was enough to arouse me though I tried hard to hide my arousal. He then washed my armpits and pussy and kissed me there. I didn't react much knowing my destiny. But Deva was more mischievous than I thought.

"You're behaving like a dead body", Deva said to me, "I enjoy to see woman ashamed and falling on my feet pleading to be spared."

"You are not going to spare me nor did your brothers," I said angrily, "So what is the need to plead or to be ashamed? You are going to take the chance of my helplessness and satisfy your lust."

"I can still made you plead," Deva said, "Suppose I call one of those guards and ask him to fuck you in front of me?"

I never thought that Deva can go to that extent. I fell on his feet and said, "Please don't bring further insult on me. Tell me how can I please you? Have mercy on me."

Deva seemed happy. He said, "You get fully dressed. I want you to enact a rape scene with me pleading for mercy. But I will not listen to your pleas. Tear away all your dress and leave you without a thread on your body and rape you against your will. This is just my fantasy, don't take it otherwise."

I was stunned at his mentality. But I had no option but to follow his wishes. So I got dressed and Deva was chasing me inside the room. To let him fulfill his fantasy I pretended to resist him with all feigned acts. I had no idea of his strength and in fifteen minutes Deva almost tore away all my cloths. My bra was not unhooked but both the shoulder straps were torn. He had roughly pulled the lacy panty tearing the backside that exposed my asses. To fulfill his desire I fell to his feet pleading him to spare me. Deva made me lie on the bed and got on me pulling away my bra completely and started biting my boobs and nipples hard. I cried in pain. Our feigned fight continued for some more time.

Then Deva got out of his trousers and underwear. I was afraid to see his tool. I had never seen such a monstrous dick in my life. It was bigger than my husband, Shiva and Shankar. Its length and girth made me wonder if I can accommodate it. It leaped like an angry black cobra. His pubic hairs were clean shaved.

Deva could read my mind and said, "Hope you have never seen a cock like this. Don't be afraid, you'll enjoy every bit of it. I might call you by dirty words like slut or whore, please don't mind. They excite me and add to my fantasy. I really don't mean those words for you."

He pulled my head holding my hair roughly and commanded me to open my mouth. As I opened my mouth he pushed his hard cock so deep that it reached my throat and I was almost choked.

"You slut, suck it," Deva ordered, "You've never got such a cutlet in your mouth."

I kept sucking while Deva continued to explore my boobs, thighs and pudenda with his passionate gropes. Soon we were in 69 position, me sucking his rod while his mouth explored my cunt sending thrilling sensations in my whole body. As I started moaning, Deva started fucking my mouth at higher speed and flooded my oral cavity with his huge load. To avoid getting choked, I started swallowing his salty load.

Once he fucked my mouth, Deva began caressing my nude body and I could feel his bites on my tender fleshes around thighs and pussy. In less than 20 minutes, he was hard again and turned me upside down on my belly. He brought a bottle of almond oil which he messaged in my ass cheeks and ass hole. I knew instinctively what his next move would be and without much fuss opened my ass hole before him.


Slowly he started parting my ass cheeks and putting his big rod in my ass hole. It ached and I let out a scream. He at first put inside the half of his big rod and then started drilling my ass hole till it was fully inside. Deva started riding and pumping slowly at first and then increased his speed. It seemed to tear me apart. As I pleaded with him to stop, he got more excited and pumped me violently till he released his cum inside my ass hole. The brutal thrusts and the warm cum made me have my first orgasm despite the pain. I never knew that anal fucking can make me reach such violent orgasm.

For quite sometimes he kept my nude body tightly embraced with his and was occasionally kissing my lips or playing with my nipples. Since he had twice released his cum, once in my mouth and then in my ass hole, I thought we would sleep for the rest of the night. He made me bury my face in his hairy chest. But I had no idea of his virility. After some time, he asked me to give oral caress to his partially hard manhood. I felt slightly disgusted to recall that minutes before it had been inside my rectal hole.

Finding me hesitant, Deva said, "It is your toy, take it in your palm and play with it."

I started playing with his unusually big rod stroking it lovingly and to my utter shock and surprise it was coming to life again becoming hard and big. Deva pulled my face, kissed my lips and as if giving me advice whispered, "You better to lubricate this big demon with your saliva so that you don't get hurt when it invades your soft pussy."

Without bothering for my consent, Deva pulled my face near his dick and made it touch my nose, lips and eyes. I could feel his pre-cum on my lips. I was actually wondering how a cock could be that big as Deva's and how it can have such passion to get hard in such a short interval even after discharging twice.

Deva placed his dick between my tightly closed lips and said, "Bhavi, suck it like a good slut. So far we have played the peripheral games and now we are going to be one. You will be my bride, my mistress, my whore now."


To be frank, despite reservation I could not resist the temptation of giving oral caress to such a monster and slowly parted my lips, pressing first his swollen pink glans, then moving my tongue sensuously under his foreskin and then took it in my mouth giving the pleasure that he wanted. His fingers were plumbing inside my pussy hole making me wet. But soon his face went to explore my love triangle and he started sucking my labia lips. As his hot tongue explored deep inside my love orifice, I was literally grasping for breath.

Finding me hot and ready with a dripping pussy, Deva got on me and his massive manhood began to make its slow way into my pussy. It took about fifteen minutes before the entire dick of Deva was buried in mu cunt and we started rhythmical movement to enjoy the thrusts.

I can't really say for how long his massive rod plowed my pussy. All that I remembered was my moaning and urging him to do it faster as it became unbearable for me. He accelerated his speed as my moaning continued shamelessly and then as he flooded my pussy with his load we both hugged each other in deep passion as we reached simultaneous orgasm.

Next morning, like his brothers, I asked Deva too if he was satisfied with me or look for pleasure outside.

Deva replied, "You have fulfilled all my fantasies and you are very sexy. No question of looking for pleasure outside."

With that I became the mistress of my brother-in-laws and at least thrice a month I went to the farm house with either of them. It continued till my son became five years old. After he became five plus, they arranged for his admission in a reputed residential school. Once my son went to hostel, I had regular escapades with my brother-in-laws in the haveli itself.

THE-END

 

[Krishan202]

It was 2 am and I was tossing and turning in bed. Sleep had eluded me tonight.
I was horny! A couple of hours back, I tried to seduce my wife, Aparna, for a conjugal session. She rejected me and said that she was too tired.
I even assured her desperately that I will be quick - but she still ignored my pleas and promised me that tomorrow night she will have sex with me.

With sheer disappointment, and a raging hard-on - I tried my best to sleep it off. But, tonight my need for ejaculation was uncontrollable. I needed a release to sleep in peace.

After suffering for about an hour, I had enough and got up slowly from the bed, careful not to wake up my wife from her slumber. If she wakes up, I won't be able to do as planned. I really needed to spend some "alone time" tonight.

Slowly, I opened the bedroom door and moved sideways, making the minimal noise and successfully managed to move out of the room. Happy that I didn't wake up Aparna, I moved towards my office room.

I turned on my laptop and sat on my chair. My desk was parallel to the door, which meant anyone who entered would be able to see my activities on my laptop. Now, I wouldn't want Aparna to creep up behind me. So, I made sure to lock the door.

Once all the programs were loaded, I opened my web browser's incognito mode. In the address bar, I typed the website address where cuckold husbands and wannabes get to chat and share their stories with bulls and other cucks.

For the last decade, ever since I got introduced to this genre of porn, I have had an intense cuckold fetish. I was always a cuckold wannabe - never really into passing the forbidden door, towards actual cuckolding in real life.

At that time, when I was around twenty years of age, I used to imagine my then girlfriend becoming stark naked and opening up her legs for the entertainment of other men.

In the chat forum, I sent a message in the general thread asking if anyone wants to chat with a cuckold wannabe. As usual, there were a lot of PMs. Almost ninety percent of the PMs were from bulls.

My next job was to screen through them and find a suitable few to chat with. I hated multitasking on this website, because different people operated at various paces.

Among the individuals I chose to talk with, I wasn't finding much interest. Each bull lacked something or the other. Some were too aggressive, while others were too well-behaved. I preferred a balance on both scales.

After being on the forum for about half an hour, I was getting bored and was about to sign out and instead turn on some porn, when I was messaged by a user named "BrownCock6inches."

Now, the nickname is quite a cliche but direct. What actually made me respond eagerly is that there is a high chance that this guy could be from the same country as myself.

This meant that I might be able to chat in the local language. Chatting in this language is way more fun than chatting in the universally accepted language. The total feeling is different, especially with the words and expressions. The universal language can be quite bland when it comes to sexual notations.

BrownCock6inches: Hello.

Me: Hi, I like your name. It is cliched but quite direct.

BrownCock6inches: Thanks. Are you a cuck?

Me: No, I am a cuck wannabe in real life.

BrownCock6inches: Is that so? Well, I am a bull in real life.

Me: Really? How many hot wife's have you fucked?

BrownCock6inches: Lol! Too many for you to count. What's your ASL (age, sex, location)?

Me: 30M from XXX

BrownCock6inches: Oh really? I am 21M also from XXX

Me: Yeah - that's great! I had a feeling we would be from the same country. Do you chat in the local language?

After this, both of us began chatting in our local language.

BrownCock6inches: Tell me about your wife. How old is she? Where is she now?

Me: She is 27F. She is actually sleeping in the bedroom. I am now in my office room.

BrownCock6inches: Ok. Fancy taking a picture of her sleeping and showing it to me?

Me: Haha. No - not possible!

BrownCock6inches: Ok, can you show me a picture?

Me: Yes I can do that. But, her face will need to be blurred. I do not display my wife's face on this website.

BrownCock6inches: Ok, will you be more comfortable if we chat in Hangouts or Skype?

Me: I can chat on Skype. But, I am still not comfortable showing her face.

BrownCock6inches: No issues - do you want to see me jerk off to her? Live on video call?

This proposal excited me suddenly!

Me: Sure! But, I can only show you non-nude face blurred pictures of her.

BrownCock6inches: Fine by me! My ID is XXX.

Within the next two minutes I connected my earphones to the jack of my laptop and called him directly on Skype.

The video came live after he received my call. In front of me was a young man who was slim, and about 5 feet 8 inches in height. He did look like a twenty-one year old. He had a mohawk haircut with faded on the sides. It seems like he aimed for a fuckboy look, but his demeanor didn't relate to one. Such is the case with youths nowadays.

"Hello," I greeted him. He looked at me and did the same. It was awkward for a few seconds, both trying to figure out how to go about this conversation.

"So, I am Ravi. What is your name?" I asked him, taking the first steps.

"My name is Sourav. What is Bhabi's name?" He enquired.

"Aparna," I responded. I was curious and asked him if his cock was really 6 inches.

"Oh yes! I am not lying here at all. Can you tell me about Bhabi's body before showing me her pictures?" he asked. I told him that Aparna was fair skinned 27 Years Old, her height is 5 ft 5 inches tall, and her weight is 58 Kg. Her body measurements like bust size or bra size, waist size, her hip size are 32-28-34 inches. Her bra size is 32B, her waist is 28 inches, and her hip size is 34 inches..

"That's hot! I am sure lots of guys look at her, when she walks down the road and undress her in their minds," said Sourav, with a wink. I laughed at his comment and told him that I really hoped they did.

"Tell me now about her tits," demanded Sourav. I mentioned that Aparna has fairly round shaped tits with round nipples and a small sized brown areola.

"This is so hot. Can you show me her naked picture, Ravi Bhai?" he pleaded. I shook my head and told him it was not possible.

"Ok, please show her clothed picture then. Can you show her face? It turns me on even more when I know I will cum on her face," explained Sourav. I again told him that I will not do that even if it's an absolute turn on for me.

Sourav stood up and started to unbutton his jeans. Instantly, his erect uncut cock sprang out from its prison. He wasn't wearing any underwear. I was fascinated by the sight.

In a split second, I imagined that Sourav would pull the foreskin of this veiny cock and start penetrating my wife. Aparna will hiss during its entry into her body in pain, and then howls like a female wolf in heat, from the pleasure as it pounded into her with brutal force.

"Hey, stop staring at my cock and show me your wife," said an irritated Sourav. I scowled at the young man and then searched for an non-nude picture of Aparna from my PC. I quickly used the editor to blur my wife and then uploaded the picture in Skype.

The picture I uploaded was a recent picture, which was taken in our bedroom. Aparna was wearing a white halter top, which prominently displayed her huge cleavage and round navel. Below, she was wearing her shorts only, which meant that her thighs were in full display. The image was cut off right above her knees. But, whatever was being shown, any man would drool at this sexy sight.

"Holy shit! Aparna Bhabi dresses like this? She looks like whore. Does she wait around street corners and lean into cars? How much is her rate? Fuck!" screamed Sourav.

His shocked reaction made me laugh again! "Well, she leans into cars and tells the men that she will give them the full service for peanuts," I said, trying to be sporty.

"If she does that to me, I will take her home and tie her up on all four bed posts - so that she is all spread eagle. Then, I would take out her milk globes through her top and cut off her shorts and undergarments with a pair of scissors;" said Sourav and he started to touch his erected member.

"If you cut off her clothes, how will she return home butt naked?" I asked as I played along.

"A whore like that will have no problem. She will take a ride from the next person she meets. He will drop her home, after he fucks the bitch's cum filled pussy," said Sourav, as he increased the intensity of his hand movements.

"Is that so?" I asked, as I also took out my cock to masturbate. I was getting seriously turned on by his reference to my wife as "whore" and "bitch."

"Yeah! The bitch has no limits! She will fuck her way home," said Sourav, in short breaths.

This was amazing!

"WHAT THE FUCK?" came a shout from behind me.

If the sound came from behind, it could only mean one thing - Aparna!

Panicked, I quickly turned around and was faced with my worst fears. She must have used the spare key to unlock and get in.

I was frozen on the spot. Hearing my wife scream, the guy on the other side also stopped moving. From Aparna's point of view, the scene depicted her husband with his cock out, jerking together with a stranger on the screen, while staring at one of her most private and intimate pictures.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? WHO THE FUCK IS THIS? WHAT IS ALL THIS?" shouted Aparna, demanding answers. I am sure that some of our neighbors would wake up from the scream. I hope they won't call the police.

"Aparna, dear, it is not what you think," I protested, meekly.

"WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK? WHY ARE YOU JERKING OFF? WHO IS THIS STRANGER? WHAT ARE FUCK IS MY PICTURE ON THE SCREEN?" shouted Aparna.

"Aparna, dear, I can explain - uh - uh," I didn't know what to say. Aparna came forward towards the screen and asked, "Who are you? How did you get my picture?"

"Ravi Bhai showed me your picture," responded Sourav, still displaying his hard cock. With Aparna's entry in front of the camera, he was trying his best to display his cock to my wife.

That Motherfucker! I wish he would run away - but, he seemed to have taken a seat to watch my marriage crash down.

"How do you know my husband?" Aparna demanded to know.

"We met at a cuckold chat forum," said Sourav, to my wife's face. "What the fuck is a "cuckold chat"?" Aparna asked him. Darn it, I didn't realize that Aparna really never came across this term.

"In cuckold chat forums, husbands talk about and show off sexy pictures of their wives to a bull. A bull is someone who is very aggressive and loves to have sex with wives of sissy husbands. But, in the forums, the husbands show nudes of their wives and ask us bulls to give nasty, demeaning and degrading comments, while they jerk off their meat," explained Sourav, calmly - still showing Aparna his hard 6-incher.

I was speechless. The same goes for Aparna, but for completely different reasons. She looked at me with an angry face and asked me to explain myself. Now, this was one of the most difficult things that I had to explain. Scared by her expression and voice tone, I blabbed out everything. I mean every fucking thing!

From, how did it all start? To visit the chat forums to talk about her. At one point, I was asking myself why am I revealing all these truths about my nature, I could have easily lied to Aparna and said something else. Maybe, I could have told her I was bi-sexual and that really we were jerking together.

But, the most important thing I should have done is turn off the Skype video call. Sourav was also seeing me lose everything. The worst part was that he was enjoying all the drama. And to make it worse, he was interjecting regularly to explain about cuckold behaviors.

For the next fifteen minutes, Aparna patiently absorbed whatever I had to say (as well as Sourav's add-ons). Then, she broke her silence. The tone of her voice was fierce. It was so deadly, that I felt that a knife had cut a hole in my heart. I wished that the ground would gobble me up. Or, maybe it was a horrendous dream and by pinching myself I would wake up.

 

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But, this was the reality. This was the present! And, I had fucked up my life badly.

"So, it turns you on?" asked Aparna, with gritted teeth. I know I was a goner. Divorce bells?

"Yes, it did. But, I promise you I will never visit such chat forums," I tried my best to convince her. Aparna didn't buy it at all. Darn it - she is going to divorce me!

"I don't trust you. You will only learn when you are punished appropriately," said Aparna, fiercely and then turned towards the laptop screen.

"So, you are a bull? How many married women have you had sex with?" Aparna asked Sourav, fiercely.

The young man was taken aback. Then, he gathered his thoughts and responded, "Actually I am really pretending to be a bull wannabe. I never had sex with a married lady."

I was not really shocked, as I have come across such people in the past. It was another common thing in such chat rooms.

"So, you are a virgin?" asked Aparna, curiously.

"No, I am not a virgin, Bhabi" Sourav responded honestly.

"So, you have a girlfriend?" asked Aparna.

"No, Bhabi - actually I never was in a relationship," replied Sourav, honestly - slightly ashamed.

"Then, you must be a virgin," stated Aparna.

"Actually Bhabi - uh - prostitutes!" said Sourav and tried his best to hide his face. Even though this young man was all naked, this new line of questioning from my wife has made his cock flaccid to about 2 inches. The tip has resorted to go back into the foreskin.

Aparna took in his reply and stayed silent. But, being physically beside her, I could see her anger ready to boil over and explode.

She looked at me and then shouted, "YOU WERE SHOWING MY INTIMATE PICTURES TO THIS FILTH?"

"Hey..." protested Sourav - but, nobody was paying him any attention. For the next couple of minutes my wife kept shouting, saying words I have never heard come out of her mouth. This made me wonder, who is she? I never knew a side like this actually existed.

Wait! I realized the answer to my own question. She was never pushed to these dreadful levels. I guess divorce is inevitable now! I was wondering which stuff I would be able to have.

She suddenly stopped shouting and started to talk with Sourav.

"Where do you live?" she asked. Sourav mentioned a city, which was about a two hour flight from here.

"I will get the flight this morning for your city. Pick me up from the airport," said Aparna.

"What?" Both Sourav and I cried out loud together.

Aparna ignored me and responded to Sourav calmly, "I will take the flight this morning and you will need to pick me up from the airport. We will then go to a hotel - book the hotel as soon as possible. Once there, we will have sex together. After we are done, you will drop me off at the airport and I will be back home by night."

Both me and Sourav were speechless - but for completely different reasons. We stayed silent, trying to take in whatever she said.

When the silence continued for a long time, Aparna broke it and taunted Sourav, "So, don't you want to have sex with me? A few minutes ago, you were jerking yourself mercilessly by looking at my picture."

Sourav immediately replied, "Ofcourse, Bhabi. I would love to have sex. You are one of the prettiest women I have ever seen. I will get everything arranged as you asked. Can you also give me your contact details?" Aparna shared with him her personal number.

While all this was going on, I was experiencing shock and dizziness. I couldn't fathom the turn of events. What does she mean by flying over there to have sex with him? Is she crazy? She has been a married woman over the last four years. She promised in her oath that she will be loyal and give her heart fully to me. Even I am the one with whom Aparna lost her cherry. She has never lain with another man.

Wait! I guess it's open season when the heart is broken. This made me feel miserable. I never meant to hurt anyone. I never wanted any such thing in real life. It was always supposed to be a figment of my fantasies. Most importantly, I never expected to get caught like this.

I had to stop her - but, my throat has dried up due to all this. I tried to force myself to form words and was able to blurt out, "Aparna, don't do this. I do not need you to do this for my pleasure."

Aparna gave a fake laugh, filled with malice. This chilled me to the bones.

"Not everything in life is about your pleasure, Ravi. Nobody will gain any pleasure from this. I am doing all this with that filthy bastard to teach you a lesson," said Aparna with extreme passion.

I realized that this is the end for me. Knowing her nature, she won't stop until she does it. I can easily acknowledge that this will not be for anyone's pleasure - but, her cruel way of teaching me a lesson I will never forget.

I looked down, too ashamed to even say a single word.

Aparna left the room, leaving me with the naked Sourav. He looked at me and smiled, "Ravi Bhai, I did not enjoy the way Aparna Bhabi degraded me. I come from a good family background, and I like to think that I am a decent human being. But, I don't care whatever she says, as by the end of today - I will be the one getting her pussy."

Now, even this guy was humiliating me. I stayed silent - nothing to say.He gave a hard laugh and disconnected the video call.
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Sometime during the early hours of the morning I might have drifted off to sleep. I knew I had nightmares, but I couldn't remember any of them. The irony was pretty soon I was going to realize that I was having nightmares in real life.

As I woke up, I was greeted by a head-splitting pain. This happened to me when I had a lack of sleep. Slowly, I recalled all the events that took place a few hours back. Dread took over me.

I raised myself from the lying down position and placed my feet on the floor. I kept both my elbows on my thighs and arched forward to bury my face into my hands.
"What have I done?" I contemplated. I couldn't believe how careless I had been. For years I have had my "alone time," but never once was I caught. Maybe my faculties fail on me quickly nowadays - maybe I am getting old.

I looked up towards the noise of the bedroom door opening. When I saw Aparna step out all dressed up, my worst fears were realized. Oh my god! This was truly happening. She wore a long-sleeved plaid shirt with red and black patterns. Below, she wore tight denim jeans. Also, she had a travel suitcase at her side.

Immediately, I stood up and rushed towards her. "Please, Aparna - please stop all this nonsense," I begged her. Aparna stood in utter silence. She looked into my eyes with hatred. Before dozing off I had worked on a speech, but now I remembered nothing after her cold stare.

With no words to say, I looked down in shame!

When Aparna realized she had defeated me, she went on with her business. First, she tied her hair into a ponytail and then, she proceeded to make herself a quick breakfast.

I felt like a useless person. How could I let my wife go through with lying down with another man. How could I let something like this occur in the first place?

I dragged myself onto the sofa in the living room and sat down. I stared blankly at the opposite wall in genuine sadness.

In about ten minutes, the doorbell rang. It was our driver, Farook Uncle, who was an elderly gentleman in his mid-50s. Aparna opened the door and handed him the luggage. She instructed him to get the car ready, and went back to our bedroom to get her purse.


This was the first time I heard my wife's voice this morning. This brought some confidence in me, as maybe there was still some shred of care and humanity left in my wife. I stood up and moved towards her. When she came out, she noticed me and her face instantly changed to the same look - the look of utmost hatred. She may not have been saying anything, but her eyes showed what she felt.

It said, "I am disgusted and disappointed. You have broken my trust and you will pay. How could you do this to me, you lowly piece of crap."

My voice froze and I ended up looking at my feet in shame. Aparna walked past me and went out through the front door without even the slightest look back at my pathetic form.

This was really happening!

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It was around three hours later when I received a call from an unknown number. I was woken up from my purgatory by the ringing. I picked up my phone and answered weakly.

"Hi Ravi Bhai, this is Sourav," came a voice from the other side. I didn't reply but made some squeaking sounds due to my throat failing me.

"Ravi Bhai, Aparna Bhabi asked me to tell you that she has reached," said Sourav. I was too numb to respond.

"Also, Ravi Bhai we are going to the hotel now. I wanted to let you know," said Sourav with pleasure.

I remained silent after this new blow and then managed to whisper, "Thank you."

Sourav disconnected the phone call.
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About half an hour later, my disturbed thoughts were interrupted by the familiar incoming call sound of Skype. I realized I forgot to turn off my laptop after all the craziness. Long ago, I disabled the automatic sleep option on my PC.

On the screen, I noticed that it was Sourav. Why is he calling me? Has anything happened to Aparna? Or, is it because...no way!

Aparna can be brutal to make her points - but, this was downright cruel if she was going to make me watch!

Tentatively, I clicked on the green button to intercept the call.

Initially, there was some static. Maybe the Wifi service at the hotel was crappy.

Maybe the pictures won't load!

Darn it! The full face of Sourav popped on the screen. The video quality was as spotless as Aparna's sexy naked body.

"Hello Ravi Bhai!" greeted Sourav with a confident smile - the smile of someone who won entitlement to spread my wife's legs. Humiliated, I ignored his jibe and searched for Aparna in the background.

Realizing my intent, Sourav moved away from the screen. When this last hindrance stepped away from my line of sight, I was met with utmost shock. It was the topless figure of my wife, Aparna. Sitting on the middle of the bed cross-legged, just a few paces away from the laptop was my Aparna, displaying her tits to a man who wasn't supposed to see her in this vulnerable condition.

This is a scene - I can never forget!

I looked at her, completely stunned. I couldn't believe her audacity to ask me to be there when she was showing off her supposedly hidden treasures to another man.

"And one more thing. Aparna Bhabhi asked me to tell you that you cannot leave the Skype call until she says so," added Sourav, with an evil grin.

Aparna's expression said it all. Utter defiance oozed out of her in copious amounts. I felt humiliated.

"Let's start!" she finally said, breaking eye contact with me. This broke my pathetic heart!

Aparna rose from her cross-legged position and came to the front, nearer to the screen.

"You can touch me now," said Aparna, as she stood up straight with her hands behind her back - bracing for an assault on her melons.

Sourav didn't hesitate and cupped both her tits and started to play with them aggressively. I couldn't believe I was seeing another man mauling Aparna's tits like pizza dough.

"Ouch!" shrieked Aparna, as he squeezed her tits a bit too hard. "Hey! Slowly, Sourav! I'm here, I am not going away! Be gentle!" said Aparna, grabbing his hands, to stop him from applying too much force.

"Sorry, Aparna Bhabhi. I got a bit carried away. I have never come across such tits in my life. Trust me, they are the best I have come across, Bhabi," flattered Sourav with a smile.

"What?" asked Aparna, embarrassed. She didn't know how to respond. She was getting a bit red in the face.

"Aparna Bhabhi. I am extremely sorry. I will be careful" stated Sourav, consciously.

"No, it's okay. No worries! Just be a bit gentle," she said in an understanding tone.

Sourav resumed squeezing Aparna's tits but in a more moderate fashion. Once he fulfilled his squeezing needs, he began pulling and pinching Aparna's nipples. Before completing the pinching, he would roll her nipples for a few seconds with his forefinger and thumb, and then put in slight pressure and tweak them.