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Bhoomika’s career lasted about an year and a half from the time she finished her graduation and started working. In less than two years, she was married and pregnant. Yet, none of it happened the way she had imagined it. So let’s start with the beginning…
The first thing to go was her virginity that she had somehow managed to hold on to into her mid-20s, in spite of the efforts of most of the guys in college.
That wasn’t the plan though. The plan was to surrender her virginity to her husband on the night of their wedding. But a horny moment combined with alcohol during the night shift resulted in a rather unremarkable change of plans.
It was just after the Fourth of July Independence Day holiday in the US that the number of customer support calls to their call center went up. Bhoomika volunteered for the night shift when one of the girls was down with fever and couldn’t make her night shift.
As luck would have it, there were hardly any calls that night. Around 1 am, a decision was taken to keep a skeletal staff and let the rest of the team go home. In case there was a spike in calls, they would be called and might have to come back to work.
Bhoomika and Mandar, a guy from the call center team were the ones to stay back. When there were no calls received till 2 am, he suggested they watch a movie to kill time. He also pulled out a bottle of scotch from his backpack with a grin.
The first drink disappeared rather quickly, as did the second. She had a nice buzz by the time she was mid-way through the third drink and was nice and high by the time a fourth drink was poured.
To help matters, the movie he chose was a steamy Hollywood flick with lots of sex scenes. She couldn’t miss the erection in his pants even if she wanted to (not that her drunk state had had any to miss it) every time a sex scene came on.
Under normal circumstances, she probably wouldn’t even have noticed the nerdy and skinny guy she was sharing drinks and watching the movie with.
The alcohol, the steamy scenes and an erection an arm’s length away was combining to making her horny and she wasn’t even conscious of placing her hand on his hardness.
As his cock responded to her touch, she giggled and unzipped his pants, gazing lustfully at the first naked cock she had seen.
Her lips soon wrapped around his cock and she was eagerly stroking, sucking and licking him.
He was groaning with pleasure at this stroke of luck and was rock hard in no time.
He pulled away, not wanting this to end so soon — certainly not in her mouth and most definitely not without seeing her completely naked.
He couldn’t believe his luck even as he pulled her to him and kissed her. As their tongues met, he nearly came at the mere thought of banging the hottest girl in the office.
Still kissing and sucking on her tongue, he led her to the couch in the reception area.
Continuing to devour her mouth, he pulled her saree pallu off her shoulder and undid her blouse. Taking it off, he kissed and licked every inch of her exposed breasts as he unhooked and stripped off her blouse.
Her nipples were hard with arousal and he started sucking on one hungrily.
As he caressed her body, he lifted her saree up to her hip, exposing most of her legs and even her panties.
He took turns sucking on her boobs as he started rubbing her pussy over her panties. She was moaning with pleasure and her panties were damp with her wetness in no time.
Taking a break from her boobs as he felt her wetness on his fingers, he spread her legs mover her panties aside, feasting his eyes on her shaved pussy.
“Wow!” he groaned kissing her pussy. Bhoomika merely giggled in her drunk state.
“Can’t wait to leave my seed deep inside you beautiful,” he said to her pussy and proceeded to kiss and bite her all around her opening, giving her the first hickey of her life on her pussy mound.
He hurriedly stripped off her saree, inskirt and panties. Stepping back, he admired her naked body, still not believing his luck.
Spreading her legs, he opened her pussy and buried his tongue into her depths, tasting her wetness. Bhoomika groaned and grabbing his hair, she pulled him into her pussy.
He ate her pussy for close to ten minutes, making her moan and groan louder and louder with pleasure.
“Fuck me,” she finally groaned and he needed no second invitation.
Stripping off his clothes as fast as he could, he shoved his hardness into her depths, popping her cherry in the process.
She was too drunk to even feel the pain of her hymen being breached.
He immediately started drilling her hard and deep and, exactly a minute later, just as the clock struck 3:00 am, he shot his load inside her pussy.
“Oh God,” he groaned as he collapsed on top of her, “that was incredible.”
She woke up a couple hours later to the sound of an incoming customer support call. Mandar was fast asleep on top of her, his limp cock still inside her pussy.
She rolled him off her body and hurried to answer the call. She handled the call stark naked and hurriedly put her clothes on after disconnecting the call. She didn’t remember most of the night but what she did remember, she vaguely remembered enjoying.
Her mind full of conflicting thoughts, she checked his phone — it was not locked. She gave herself a missed call from his phone before sneaking away, leaving him still fast asleep naked on the couch.
She guessed he worked the night shift regularly. As her shift ended around 6 pm, she called him and asked if they could meet for dinner before he went to work. He was more than happy to.
On the way to the restaurant, she was rehearsing in her mind, how she would handle it with him. She didn’t see a future with him and was hoping he would either apologize for what had happened or would agree to keeping things professional moving forward.
He was already there when she reached and his face broke into an ear-to-ear grin the moment he saw her. He gave her the warmest hug imaginable and kissed her cheek.
“Looking gorgeous as ever,” he said as he led her to the table and the two sat down.
Before she could say anything, he started off, “you won’t believe what happened today.”
“What happened?” she asked.
“Well, just after our call ended, I got a call from HR offering me a promotion. Apparently our manager was fired for some reason today and they decided to offer me the position.”
“Wow! That’s really great news,” she said genuinely happy for him, “Congratulations Mandar!”
“Thanks… and it’s all thanks to you.”
“Me?”
“Don’t you see? This news coming today just after you called and all this just the day after last night? You brought me luck beautiful. This calls for a double celebration — one for last night and one for today’s news.”
She realized then how smitten he was. She also realized that he probably took a dinner invitation to mean a date.
As happy and excited as he was, she didn’t have the heart to burst his bubble on a day that clearly meant a lot to him.
As it turned out, she never really got around to breaking it off with him. He missed no opportunity to spend time with her and was sensitive. He made her feel like a queen and she came around to liking him as a person and a dear friend. She was certainly not in love with him even though he was clearly head over heels in love with her.
He kept hinting at an encore of their night together. That she worked the day and he the night came as a convenient excuse for her to keep dodging the sexual advances.
However, in less than 6 months she had been introduced to his parents as his girlfriend. That too happened as a surprise.
He had invited her to a restaurant for lunch. When she showed up, there were his parents. Once again, when he introduced her as his girlfriend, she didn’t have the heart to correct him.
A couple months later, at an office party, he proposed to her in front of the entire company, and yet again, she didn’t have the heart to say no and break his heart in front of the entire company, so ended up saying ‘Yes’, when he got down on his knees and popped the question.
That night, they did it for the second time. This time, there was no alcohol to dull her senses.
While he was extremely enthusiastic and treated her body like it was a temple he adored, he failed to give her an orgasm. He did bring her to the brink when he ate her pussy, but just fell short of taking her over the edge.
When he finally turned her over on her hands and knees and put it in her, he didn’t last even a minute before flooding her depths with his warm cum.
Call it luck or destiny, but a couple days later, Mandar was offered a position in the US office.
He truly believed she was his lucky charm and had once again brought him the luck and opportunity.
A month later, they were engaged and making wedding plans.
He had to visit the US office for a month in March. During that time, he also scouted for places where they could stay after marriage. When he returned home, he was excited about what he had found.
“What do you think of a destination wedding?” he asked her.
“In the US?”
“Yup!” he said grinning. “Think about it. Fewer guests will be able to travel and that means we can keep the wedding cost low. Your parents and mine can certainly come over and I can afford their trip now on the US salary.”
“Not a bad idea Mandar,” she agreed, “friends and relatives who can afford the trip and want to come over would be welcome of course.”
“The best part,” he said grinning even wider, “check this place out.”
With that, he pulled out a few brochures out of his bag.
“This place is a gated community set up by a black couple. It has homes, parks, a proper club, a school, hospital and a number of restaurants and shopping options, including Indian. And the best part is that they have a beachside venue for weddings.”
She had to agree that it certainly looked like a great find. There were a number of budget hotels nearby to house the guests.
“What do you think? Would you like a wedding there? If you want to get married here, that’s ok too. Whatever you want, really. Don’t feel compelled to agree with the idea.”
That was the side of Mandar that tore at her heart every time she questioned her decision to say yes to him. She was the center of his universe and he would do anything to see her smile. How could you not like a guy like that?
She smiled at him. “It’s wonderful, really.” she said.
“If you really like the idea, here’s what I was thinking.” he said, excited like a kid, “I will be going back there in May and will make all the arrangements for the wedding and our home there. You and our parents can come together just before the wedding. We can combine the visit for both the wedding and the house warming before our parents can return home. We can go on our honeymoon after they return, what do you think?”
“Sounds like a plan to me. You really have given it a lot of thought haven’t you?
He sure had.
Christopher Harris was a 52 years old African American, but looked easily a decade or more younger thanks to a stint in the US army in his youth. He was the warmest and sweetest man you could imagine and lived in the community he had created with his wife, who had passed away a couple years ago.
Since then, the residents of the community had extended an open invitation to the likeable old man to all festivals and celebrations — from birthdays to weddings — and he always showed up with wine, gifts, cake or booze, depending on the occasion. Mandar was not just impressed by the place and their future landlord, but also with the reputation he had earned in the community and the general bonding within the community itself.
Mr Harris (call me Chris he had said) and many of the families there chipped in to get the arrangements in place. The lease for the house and contracts for the wedding venue were signed and Mandar was looking forward to the arrival of his beautiful wife to be and both their families.
Since inviting Chris to all occasions seemed to be the custom there, Mandar and Bhoomika agreed that they should invite him and the families that had helped to all the mehndi, wedding and house warming ceremonies.
‘Fuck, she’s a cock-tease,’ Chris thought the first time he lay his eyes on Bhoomika. How had this nerdy scrawny guy scored a jackpot like that, he wondered.
Literally till the night before his wife passed away in a car accident a couple years ago, the couple had enjoyed a sexually active married life.
Her death had brought a sexual drought to his life and he found himself lusting for the wives of his community residents — even those that weren’t particularly attractive. He missed no chance to attend any of the events the residents invited him to, just to be close to the women in the community.
After his wife’s death, whenever a unit became available for rent, he had preferred to lease it out to young couples. During the renovation of the unit before re-renting them, he started installing high definition hidden cameras with directional microphones all over the place.
In his house, he had a ‘control room’ that monitored activity in the rigged houses. He could see and hear everything that was happening as if it were happing right there next to him. He could get one or more of the cameras to display on the big screen display, zoom in at will to get the best view and more.
He now had 18 couples living in the rigged units and, between them, they would unwittingly treat the horny old man to live porn shows every night. No moan, no groan, no sighs of pleasure escaped him as he enjoyed free porn every night.
There were nights when he got to enjoy more than 2-3 live shows going on at the same time and jerked off multiple times watching the action for hours.
None of the residents had any clue about what was going on.
That gave Chris a whole different level of kinky pleasure, especially when he visited any of the families he had watched and got hugs and kisses on the cheek from the wives.
He didn’t have to imagine what was under the clothes of the wives anymore. He had seen it all and knew of every mole and every scar on their bodies. He knew who had a bushy crotch, who preferred to trim it down and who had a shaved pussy.
He would get a boner remembering how the young wives unwittingly put on daily shows for him whenever they went to the bathroom, changed clothes or masturbated.
He started unconsciously tracking the women’s menstrual and ovulation cycles.
Over the past two years, he had seen indiscretions too.
He had seen one wife cheating on her husband with a landscaper who maintained the lawns in the community.
Her husband had no idea that their affair was going strong now for close to two years.
Two newly wed couples who had moved in a few months apart had started swapping within months of moving in and often indulged in foursomes. Or threesomes when one of the four was not present.
The wives often indulged in lesbian fun when the husbands were working.
One couple had a polyamorous lifestyle and often had ‘guests’ — both men and women — sharing their bed with them.
One of the first indiscretions he had witnessed was David a cuckold husband inviting Jonathan, one of the black married residents of who lived in the community to breed his wife Brittany while David watched.
Jonathan’s wife had no idea that her husband visited David and Brittany after she went to work and their son left for school, spending hours buried inside Brittany’s pussy.
While David watched and jerked off, Jonathan and Brittany would indulge in intense passionate mating games at least once or twice a day.
Three months later, Brittany announced her pregnancy and Chris hadn’t seen her husband fuck her pussy even once in all that time.
When Jonathan’s son turned 18 a few months later, David invited him to cream pregnant Brittany’s pussy as a birthday present.
She had started lactating prematurely and the teenager did terrific job draining her boobs and fucking her hard three times through the night while his parents thought he was staying over at a friend’s place for “joint study”.
David could only get hard watching his wife getting fucked, preferably big black men. He would even clean up her cream filled pussy after the guy was done.
In two years, at least 15 or 20 different men had fucked Brittany and she had got pregnant twice, each time by a different black dude.
Chris considered volunteering his services, but didn’t want to risk his reputation. Also, the wife wasn’t hot enough to risk it all for.
He was now masturbating 3-4 times a day, and often just as many times at night. The dry sexual spell had finally come to an end, though he wished he could be the one fucking his tenants’ wives, instead of masturbating while watching them.
By the time Mandar rented the unit across the street from his own place, Chris had quite a library of videos of his tenants’ wives that would keep him jerking off on the rare days when he didn’t have a live show to enjoy.
He couldn’t wait for the new Indian couple to be married and move in so he could finally feast his eyes on Bhoomika’s naked body and watch her getting fucked at night, and pissing and bathing during the day.
‘I would love to drain my cum into that one’s pussy,’ he thought admiring Bhoomika’s curves as he gave the couple a tour of the property the day after she arrived.
The sway of her hips, the shape of her perfect ass, the curves of her full breasts and the valley formed by her clothes diving between her legs had left him with aching balls within the hour.
The one major ‘takeaway ‘win’ from the tour of the property was that he managed to talk the couple out of “going” for a honeymoon.
“Your house will be new to you, no different from a hotel you would stay at, but with more rooms and all the facilities. You can have unrestricted and exclusive access to my private beach. Everyone has access to the public beach, but they can’t see my private beach beyond those rocks that block the view.” he said pointing to where his private beach ended with a natural rock formation jutting about a 100 meters into the water.
“I don’t go to the beach anymore because it brings back fond but painful memories of days and nights we spent there doing all kinds of things.” he said and started laughing a sad laugh. “You two will have complete privacy and can do whatever you like without being disturbed or seen.
After the tour of the beach, he took them to the indoor pool he had built behind his unit. “We built this for times when it was too cold for the beach or when the weather didn’t permit a dip in the ocean water,” he said showing the couple around, “the pool is heated and there are change rooms over there. Of course, you have seen the gym, the park and you can explore a lot of beautiful places that are within an hour’s drive from here. This is as good a resort as you guys could hope to get for your honeymoon — and at no cost too!”
Back at the hotel they were staying at till the wedding and the housewarming, the couple decided that spending money on a honeymoon didn’t make sense when they would have the exact same (and maybe more) facilities and complete privacy right there.
Besides, they could use the money saved to furnish the apartment and maybe take a second honeymoon trip around their first wedding anniversary.
The house warming and mehndi ceremonies were on July 1 and the wedding on the 2nd. Mike was there at all the ceremonies leading up to the wedding and couldn’t tear his eyes off the bride.
After the wedding, he returned to his place and brought up the cameras from the newly wed couple’s place on the big screen display.
Their parents left the couple and returned to their hotel around 11 pm after dinner. After cleaning up, the couple retired to their bedroom around midnight.
Chris was disappointed though, that the show he was so looking forward to watching lasted less than an hour.
He watched with a growing erection as the newly wed couple kissed for a few minutes before Mandar’s hands started exploring, caressing and squeezing his wife’s curves.
When he finally undressed Bhoomika, Chris zoomed in on every inch of her naked body — the reality of her naked beauty far exceeding his imagination.
He watched her suck her husband’s cock while he devoured her pussy.
He surely was an enthusiastic lover, though Chris could clearly see that he lacked in the skill department.
He got the feeling that Bhoomika was going through the motions and not as eager a participant as her husband was and wondered if she really loved him.
The show ended a couple minutes after Mandar put his modest 4″ cock in Bhoomika’s pussy, collapsing on her naked body once he was spent.
Bhoomika just lay there while her husband fucked her and creamed her pussy.
She clearly got nothing from the 2-minute event going by the lack of any expression of pleasure on her face.
After her husband rolled over and fell asleep, she got off the bed and headed to the bathroom naked.
Chris switched cameras and got a the best show of the night as he watched Bhoomika pleasure herself to an orgasm.
“Wait till I get you in bed beautiful,” he said out loud as he watched Bhoomika return to bed and lie next to her husband, “you will be having orgasm after earth shaking orgasm while I fuck your brains out for hours. You won’t have to masturbate anymore, I promise.”
As he zoomed in on her naked pussy, glistening with a combination of her husband’s cum and her own juices, he started hatching a plan to seduce this gorgeous Indian beauty.
He didn’t expect it to be easy, and he had to make it her idea to safeguard his image in the community.
Mandar and Bhoomika did it on the beach once and in the indoor pool behind his property too. But she was clearly not comfortable getting naked or getting fucked in a public place.
As they confined the sex to the bedroom, it suited Chris just fine because he didn’t have cameras on the beach or the poolside to minimize the chances of the residents accidentally noticing them and his secret getting out.
Day after day, he watched the few minutes of fucking, followed by the solo show Bhoomika put on for him.
Soon she was the only woman he watched through the day and night and enjoying her irresistible body in person became an obsession of sorts.
Once Mandar’s 7-day honeymoon break ended and he started going to work, Chris started working out on his front porch, shirtless, putting on a show of his masculinity and muscular body.
She had noticed that some of the wives took lunch for their likeable landlord and so invited him over for lunch one day. As was his own custom, he brought a bottle of scotch when he showed up for lunch. Over the meal and drinks, and for hours thereafter the two talked.
He was very interested in knowing about India and her life there and she found herself opening up to him and sharing freely — including how she had ended up marrying a man she liked, but wasn’t sure she loved.
He shared his own life story with her — particularly the details of how he and his late wife had met, fallen in love and stayed in love till she passed away.
He made sure he mentioned how they would do it almost every day and often multiple times a day till the day before she died.
The contrast between the love and sex life of the couple wasn’t lost on Bhoomika, who couldn’t help envy this old man’s wife.
Before leaving, Chris told Bhoomika how much he had enjoyed the conversation.
“Living alone isn’t fun, dear,” he said, “with nobody to talk to, days can become very long. How are you adjusting to life in a new country?”
She shared that the days did get lonely once Mandar went to work and she was certainly starting to feel home sick. He extended an open invitation for her to come over whenever she felt lonely and that he would enjoy more conversations like this.
She promised to take him up on the offer — and she did. She would show up at his place at least 2-3 times in a week and they would spend the day talking. Of course, he knew exactly when she was about to come over, having watched her get ready and exit her house.
At times he pretended to have just stepped out of the shower, with just a towel draped around his dripping wet body.
At other times, he pretended to have been working out, or taking a swim, or sunbathing — his muscular naked torso either sweat soaked or wet on display for her.
He found excuse after excuse for her to see him in various stages of undress.
She also heard glowing stories about him and his diseased wife from the other residents and also about how he had often gone out of the way to help them in times of need.
The sucker for a good heart that she was, she found herself drawn to his masculinity, loneliness and kindness.
About a month later, he offered her the use of his personal swimming pool if she didn’t want to walk all the way to the club house and when she took him up on the offer, he got to see her in swim suits.
He showed up at the pool one day while she was swimming and immediately apologized saying he had completely forgotten she was there and started to head back in the house.
She stopped him and said it was ok and he didn’t have to avoid using his own property on her account.
They chatted while she swam and once she was done, they sat chatting on the pool chairs for hours, his eyes roving all over her dripping wet body.
She did notice the tent that was formed in his boxers and his eyes appreciatively checking her out. Far from being offended, she felt flattered by the effect her body had even on an aging old man.
After all, he was being the perfect gentleman in spite of his arousal and had done nothing offensive.
She did not realize how her defenses were being dismantled systematically.
She found herself imagining Chris while Mandar fucked her and for the first time ever, had an orgasm during sex with her husband.
Soon it became a norm to spend days scantily dressed with equally scantily dress Chris and then fantasize about him during sex with her husband.
Chris would track her menstrual cycle and thought he had a good handle on her ovulation cycle as well, going by when she seemed extra horny and masturbated more than usual.
He also worked out that alcohol seemed to make her horny and made sure she had some whenever she showed up at his place or he showed up at hers.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months and she didn’t mind it when he presented her a red 2-piece bikini on her birthday. The next day, she showed up at his place wearing it under her clothes and enjoyed his eyes feasting on her body as she swam in it and then as they say side by side talking.
“Like what you see?” she asked teasing him when his hand went to his crotch, adjusting his erection — seemingly unconsciously while his eyes were locked on the camel toe formed by her bikini bottoms. Of course, it wasn’t accidental and he had made sure she had at least 3 drinks before ‘accidentally’ touching his hardon.
“I am sorry dear,” he said, visibly embarrassed.
“No need to be,” she said smiling at him, “I am flattered actually. And I can totally understand how hard it must have been for you since the passing of your wife.”
“It’s not that,” he said, going red in the face.
“Oh!” she said confused, “what’s the matter then?”
“I am sorry, but I have a confession to make. I haven’t been able to part with any of my wife’s belongings. I don’t know why, but you remind me of her. This bikini isn’t a new one that I bought for you. It is actually my wife’s.”
“Oh!” was all she managed to say, totally surprised by the revelation.
“I am sorry, but I couldn’t help remembering her in the bikini and the number of times I have peeled it off her body and eaten her pussy till she fed me a few delicious squirting orgasms before she begged me to fuck her. We had such a great sexual compatibility, that neither of us would be satisfied fucking just once. She would make me cum in her pussy at least 2-3 times each time we had sex — sometimes in the pool, at times in bed and even right here where you are sitting. I am sorry if that’s too much information you didn’t need, but I had to explain why you made me so hard.”
Bhoomika blushed a deep red as she imagined Chris stripping her out of her bikini and fucking her right there.
She told him she understood and he didn’t have to feel guilty at all.
However, she was extremely turned on now and excused herself.
Returning home, she headed straight to bed and Chris watched her masturbate to two back to back orgasms.
“I bet you were imagining me,” he said to the screen. “Pretty soon, you won’t have to imagine anymore.”
It was now close to four months since Bhoomika and Mandar got married. By now, she spent more time next door than she did at her own place during the day. She had got used to Chris being aroused by her body and even encouraged him not to hide his arousal because she found it flattering.
While she swam in the pool, she had noticed him stroking himself in his boxers before making an exit for a few minutes and returning in different boxers.
The first time it happened, he was so embarrassed, that he suggested she stop coming over. When she asked him why, he confessed to cumming in his boxers watching her, wishing he was cumming in her.
In her mind she thought, ‘I wish’, but to him, she said she understood and she didn’t want him to feel bad for something that was only natural. She said she would stop coming over if he so wished, but she didn’t mind it if he masturbated while she was around. Secretly, she was hoping that she would then get to see what seemed to be a much bigger cock than Mandar’s.
With time, it became normal for Chris to jerk off while she swam and there were days when he had to change boxers 2-3 times in a span of just 2-3 hours. She wished Mandar could get it up again after he was spent.
Their conversations too got more and more sexual. Chris would tell in great detail about his sex life with his wife, stressing on the number of orgasms she had, how she fed him her squirts, how he loved the taste of her cum and how many times he would fuck her every time they had sex.
“She was a lucky woman,” Bhoomika said one day when he had told her in detail about the night he had creamed his wife’s pussy nine times while trying for a baby.
“Hardly,” he said sighing, “she wanted a baby so much, but we could never get pregnant. That’s the one regret I will have that I wasn’t able to give her the one happiness she wanted most.”
“No, I get that, and I am sorry for being insensitive,” she said regretting her words, “I just meant she was lucky to have a husband who gave her so much sexual pleasure.”
“I bet Mandar can’t keep it out of you either,” he replied, “as gorgeous as you are.”
“I wish,” she said, “he can’t last more than a minute once he puts it in, and can’t get it up more than once a day.
“I feel sorry for him,” Chris replied, “and you of course. Any man that can’t get it up for you at least 4-5 times a day is losing out on so much.”
“You are too kind Chris,” she said blushing.
“No I mean it,” he replied, “please don’t take it the wrong way, but if you were with me, you would threaten the 9 times record my wife and I had.”
“Stop it,” she said slapping him playfully, “you are making me blush.”
“Tell me sweetheart,” he said, turning to face her and letting her see the raging boner he now had in his boxers, “he does make you happy doesn’t he? I mean you told me about the circumstances of your marriage and not being sure if you loved him. I hope he is able to give you at least an orgasm during sex, if not more.”
“I hope you won’t take this the wrong way Chris,” she said after thinking for a moment whether she should confess about her fantasies about him, “the only times I have been able to get an orgasm during sex is when I have imagined it was you fucking me instead of him.”
“What are you saying girl?” he said appearing visibly shocked.
“I am sorry if that offends you,” she said regretting her confession instantly, “you have been so nice to us, I don’t want you to think less of me because of this.”
“Less of you?” he said, “Girl, you flatter this old man. What man wouldn’t want be a part of the fantasies of a woman as irresistible as you? It’s my honor to be able to pleasure you, even if it’s only in your imagination.”
She would invariably go home turned on and imagine Chris fucking her while she masturbated to an orgasm or two and Chris would jerk off watching her on the big screen display.
It was the start of November when Chris witnessed the first argument between the newly weds. There was no make-up sex that night and it was the first night in four months that Chris didn’t get a night time show from Bhoomika.
“Is everything ok dear?” Chris asked the next day, when Bhoomika showed up at his place.
“Yes, why?” she said, shedding her gown and settling down next to him on the poolside chair in her customary red bikini.
“You look like you have cried your eyes out.”
“It’s nothing really,” she said, trying to dismiss the topic.
Of course he knew exactly what the problem was and in his mind, it was his cock’s passport into her pussy.
“Sorry if I seemed to pry. It’s ok if you don’t trust me enough yet to share.”
“It’s not like that Chris,” she said, feeling sorry for brushing off such a nice old man who had given her more sexual pleasure (if only he knew she thought) than her husband ever could.
“The way Indian customs are, families expect a marriage to be followed by a pregnancy. There’s been a pressure for ‘good news’ from both his and my parents ever since they returned home to India.”
“So why don’t you guys try for a baby?” He said, looking sad, “I wish my wife and I could have had at least one.”
“I know and that’s why I didn’t want to share because I knew it would make you sad. The thing is, it’s not for lack of trying. He has never used a condom with me and almost always cums in my pussy. I have never been on the pill and we do it almost every day.”
“Oh, did you try getting fertility tests done?”
“I got tested and turns out, I am as fertile as a woman can be, but he just refuses to get tested. We argued about it yesterday and then my own mother called my womb a barren desert last night. What am I to do?”
“Don’t mind me asking,” he said, “but does he go deep enough?”
“As deep as his four fucking inches can go.” she replied her eyes starting to tear up now.
“Four inches?” he said pretending to be surprised, “you deserve at least twice that length to pleasure you multiple times a day.”
That made her laugh between tears.
“You know, smiles and laughter make you look sexy, but tears don’t.”
“Awe, thanks Chris,” she said, wiping her tears and smiling.
“Wish I could help in some way,” he said.
Sliding his hand inside his boxers, he started stroking his cock, winked at her playfully and added, “I hope you know that I would do absolutely anything to make you very happy.”
She slapped his hand and started laughing, “yes I know, I almost get to see a demo of that every day when I am here.”
“No but seriously sweetheart,” he said hugging her, “I want you to be happy. I hate to see you sad.”
“Thanks Chris,” she said hugging him back and feeling his hardness against her bikini bottoms as he grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her into him. On impulse, she kissed him on his cheek, “I do appreciate everything you have done for me.”
She pushed him back playfully, “but keep that 8″ sausage of yours away from my pussy.” She laughed and dived into the pool wishing she had the courage to let him do what both of them clearly wanted. Maybe that would solve the pregnancy problem too.
She learned from the families in the community that November 10th was Chris’s birthday and they were throwing him a party that evening. Her mind was a battlefield of conflicting thoughts the previous night when she orgasmed around Mandar’s cock when he came, imagining it was Chris’s cum flooding her depths.
By morning, she had made up her mind about the ‘special’ gift she would give Chris and no, it wasn’t opening up her pussy for his cock.
“Hey Chris,” she said swimming over to the edge of the pool and watching him stroke his hardness inside his boxers, “happy birthday.”
“Thank you sweetheart,” he said continuing to stroke himself, “but where is my present.”
“If you promise not to try and put that thing you are playing with in me, I have an idea.”
“You hurt me so,” he said smiling, “have I ever misbehaved with you?”
“No,” she said, laughing, “but since it’s your birthday, I didn’t want you to expect any special privileges.”
“I will keep that in mind,” he said grinning, “so what gift did you have for me?”
“If you don’t mind taking those boxers off, how would you like a BJ for a birthday gift?”
“I would like it very much,” he said dropping his boxers and letting her feast her eyes for the first time on his tool. She gasped at the length and girth of the monster in front of her. He was only partially erect, and was easily twice her husband’s length and width already.
“But I have two conditions,” he said, resuming the stroking while her eyes were rivetted on his cock.
“Anything,” she said gulping, her voice barely a croak.
“First,” he said holding up a finger, “you will have to get out of that bikini or I will feel like I am cheating on my wife, and two, I always give return gifts, so let me eat your pussy to at least one orgasm.”
Bhoomika had already got rid of the bikini even before she swam to the edge of the pool.
“Deal,” she said when he finished his two conditions and stepped out of the pool stark naked.
“Oh my God!” Chris exclaimed, not expecting her to step out of the water naked, “you are more irresistible naked than I ever imagined.”
“So you have imagined me naked?”
“And so much more, you have no idea.” he said. She had a fair idea and if there was any doubt, the sight of her naked had made his cock spring to full hardness and Bhoomika’s jaw dropped at the size of his pole.
“Remember you promised,” she said staring in disbelief at his member.
“I am regretting it already,” he said grinning, “but I am a man of my word and I will not put it in you unless you ask me to.”
“I won’t,” she said gasping, “I think.”
“I know,” he said, now get back in the water, I want my gift there.
As she got back in the water, he walked up to her. She caressed his erection fondly before taking as much of it in her mouth as she could.
He was groaning in pleasure as she sucked and stroked him. She expected him to cum any moment but a minute went by, then five and yet, as much as he was enjoying it, he wouldn’t cum.
She caressed his balls and squeezed them gently.
“Oh FUCK!” he groaned, “I am gonna cum, where do you want it?”
In reply, she sucked and stroked him even harder. He screamed in pleasure and shot his load down her throat.
She gagged at first but gulped down as much of his hot sperm as she could, a substantial amount of it spilling out of her mouth and on to her boobs. He kept cumming for close to a minute, feeding her spurt after spurt of his hot cum.
“WOW! Girl,” he groaned pulling out of her mouth once he was completely spent, “that was incredible. There could only be one thing better than that.”
“Not happening,” she said grinning, “though my pussy disagrees with me after seeing that monster of yours. I always thought you were bragging when you talked about your size, but my word you were actually modest. That’s way bigger than 8 inches.”
“It’s 10 actually,” he said grinning, “the perfect length to deposit sperm close to the eggs, giving them the best chance of fertilizing.”
She laughed, “my pussy is begging me to let her taste the load of deliciousness too,” she said, “trust me, it’s not easy for me either.”
“I know dear,” he said smiling, “and I respect that. Like I said before, I will put it in you only when — not if — you ask me to.”
“That sure huh?”
“Stop talking now,” he said piking her up out of the water, “time to give you your return gift.”
As he started walking back to the poolside chairs, he asked, “mind if I kiss you?”
In reply, she reached up and kissed him, sliding her tongue in his mouth. He stopped in his tracks, kissing her passionately, hungrily lapping up her saliva off her tongue.
They were both gasping when he finally lay her on the poolside chair and broke the kiss.
He spread her legs and caressed her pussy, “would you believe me if I said you have the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen?”
“Prove it,” she said.
“Oh I will, by eating you till you squirt in my mouth.”
“Good luck with that, I never squirt.”
“You will today, I promise,” he said and licked her up and down her opening.
He grabbed one of her breasts as he took her pussy in his mouth and started eating her expertly.
All her nerve endings were firing and she was in sexual heaven.
She wanted him to break his promise and fuck her, but she also knew he was too nice a person and wouldn’t do that.
She had been horny imagining the birthday since last night.
She had also resisted the urge to masturbate and it didn’t take long before her body was rocked by the biggest orgasm of her life to date.
He kept eating her even as she shook and screamed in pleasure, making her orgasm last. Wave after wave rocked her body.
Even when her orgasm passed, he didn’t stop. Instead, he entered her with two fingers, while sucking on her swollen clit.
Just a few minutes later, she was rocked by another orgasm, and then another and another, back to back.
“Oh fuck!” he said letting go of her pussy finally and licking his lips when she begged him to stop, “did I say you had the most beautiful pussy I had seen?”
All Bhoomika could do was nod, trying to catch her breath.
“I lied,” he said licking his lips again, “you have the most delicious pussy I have ever eaten. Now see what you have done.”
She was amazed that he was rock hard again so soon, “care to help?”
As she took his cock in her mouth again, he turned her around so he could eat her pussy at the same time.
By the time he shot the second load of the day in her mouth, she had cum three more times in his.
“You got two gifts,” she said when he pulled out of her mouth, ” and I got so many. Should we call it a day?”
“Not a chance sweetheart,” he said. “I promised you that you would squirt in my mouth remember.”
Before she could say anything, he had his mouth around her pussy and started eating her again. Two minutes later, it happened.
She screamed as her body shook like a twig in a storm and her pussy erupted in a violent squirting orgasm. Taking her entire pussy in his mouth, he kept eating her, drinking every drop of her nectar right out of her pussy.
Once again, she was shocked to see how hard her orgasm had made him. And so it went throughout the day.
Darkness was starting to set in when she begged him to give her pussy a break and let her go home because Mandar would be arriving soon.
She had swallowed an incredible six loads of cum through the day and had no idea how many squirting orgasms she had fed him.
He thanked her for the most incredible birthday gifts he could have ever hoped for and kissed her mouth passionately for a good 10-15 minutes, his hands exploring her body over her clothes, before she managed to push him back.
“You are most welcome,” she said smiling shyly, “I had more orgasms today than my entire life and discovered that I can squirt too. You are the most adorable monster ever and your cum is delicious too.”
“You are welcome for more of it anytime you want.”
“Next birthday for sure.”
“Yours or mine?”
“We’ll see,” she said before heading home.
That night, while Mandar fucked her, she couldn’t help imagine what it would be like to actually be fucked by Chris. Her body was on fire all night long and she couldn’t sleep a wink.
“You have already done so much for us Chris, I hate to ask you for more.” Mandar said.
“It’s no trouble at all,” Chris replied, “what are neighbors for?”
It was November 20th and Mandar had to go back to India to sort out some issues related to his family’s ancestral property.
“This was so unexpected. If we had known about this, we would have spent less on furnishing the house and Bhoomi could have gone with me. But the finances just don’t permit a trip to India right now. Thankfully, my company is paying for my flight or it would have been impossible for me also to go.”
“Come on man,” Chris said, patting Mandar’s shoulder, “you don’t need to explain. I completely understand.”
“I hate leaving her in a foreign country all by herself.”
“She is not alone here,” Chris said, “she is part of this family now. None of the other residents will let her feel alone, I assure you. And I promise I will take good care of her.”
“Thank you so much Chris,” Mandar said, “I don’t know what I would do without neighbors like you and the others here.
“How long do you think you will be gone?”
“Honestly, I don’t know.” Mandar said, “It will be at least a month, and I hope I can be back to celebrate Christmas and new years with you and the others.”
“Don’t worry about anything here man. Time will fly and I will try to make sure she doesn’t miss you. Have a safe trip and wish you the very best with the property issues.”
The day after his birthday, Chris had waited till Mandar left for work before sending Bhoomika a video of himself cumming.
The message with the video read, “I know this is totally inappropriate, but every time I remember the taste of your orgasms yesterday, this happens.”
“Why are you wasting all that deliciousness?” she replied.
“Because you aren’t here to feed it to.”
“What have I done? I think I have unleashed a monster.”
“How inappropriate would it be to ask for a picture of you, the way I saw you yesterday?”
She sent him a nude selfie just before stepping into the shower. This exchange of sexy pics and messages became a daily affair — when she wasn’t at his place, swimming and watching him jerk off watching her. The bikini no longer made it into the water and he didn’t bother with the boxers either. They spent the days together, naked but NOT having sex.
Mandar’s India trip came as a surprise to her and she was more worried about herself being able to resist Chris than being alone or Mandar’s property issues. Mandar left for India on November 26th and Thanksgiving that year was on November 28th, the last Thursday of the month.
On November 27th, when Bhoomika walked across the street, she found Chris sitting by the poolside with his head hung. His shoulders were shaking and it was clear, he was crying.
“Hey,” she said concerned, “what’s the matter? What happened?”
“Oh it’s nothing,” he replied wiping his eyes, “I was just remembering my wife. You know, Thanksgiving to new years is the hardest time of the year for me now that she is gone. It was just before the first Thanksgiving after our marriage that we had decided to try for a baby. When it eventually became clear that we would remain childless, we expressed our thanks for having each other by spending all of Thanksgiving day and night in bed, doing all kinds of things except sleeping. Then, that became our routine for Thanksgiving, Christmas eve and Christmas, and then even new year’s eve and new year’s day. Before long, the entire month and some between Thanksgiving and new years ended up our day and night special sex time. We kept hoping against hope for the miracle of a baby that never happened.”
“I am so sorry Chris,” she said, hugging him.
“It wasn’t so bad last year. But your birthday gifts have made this year that much harder. I never expected to ever experience what you let me experience on my birthday and now my mind is a muddied mess. Every time I think of her or try to remember sex with her, I see you instead of her. I feel so guilty. I am so sorry sweetheart.
She didn’t know what to say to this sweet old heartbroken man.
She decided against the swim and spent the day talking to him by the poolside.
She cooked him Indian food in his kitchen and he seemed to genuinely love it.
When she finally bid him good night and returned home, her mind and body were both conflicted.
The pressure for a baby from the family was only intensifying. Mandar’s refusal to get tested was causing increased friction between them, even during the video calls they had while he was in India.
Her body couldn’t get over the pleasures Chris had bestowed on her with just his mouth and fingers. The memory of that day sent wetness gushing to her pussy, which wanted to feel his cock and cum deep within its depths.
Tomorrow was Thanksgiving and maybe it was time to give Chris the best ‘Thank You’ she could possibly give — herself.
“Happy Thanksgiving Chris” she said in her message when she sent him a picture of herself in her bridal outfit on the stroke of midnight.
“Happy Thanksgiving to you too gorgeous,” he replied, “sorry for not sending a pic. Don’t exactly feel up to taking selfies today.”
“Listen, your Thanksgiving gift got delivered today but it is too heavy for me to carry over to your place. Would you mind coming over and helping me with it?”
“Now? At midnight?”
“Or tomorrow, whichever you prefer,” she replied, “but I wanted to be the first one to give you a gift on Thanksgiving.”
“Give me a few minutes and I will be right there.”
“No rush. The door’s unlocked, so help yourself in. You don’t need to knock.”
“Anybody home?” he called out when he opened her front door and stepped in a few minutes later.
“Back here, in the master bedroom,” she replied, “come on over.”
He found her naked in bed and his jaw dropped.
“Want to take your gift?” she asked rubbing her pussy.
“You want me to carry you home naked in the November night chill?”
“No silly, I want you to take your gift right here, in my bed.”
“But I don’t have a return gift that you would want, I don’t think.”
“How about giving me a baby? Would you be willing to give me that as a return gift?
“Oh fuck yeah!” he said starting to strip.
“Feel free to recreate the Thanksgiving to New Years special sex time with me if you want to. After all, the more sperm you leave inside me, the better the chance of me getting your return gift right?”
“You bet,” he said, now completely naked, his raging erection pointed straight at her. “You have no idea what this means to me. You really did not have to do this.”
“I wanted to,” she replied blushing, “now are you just going to stand there talking or are you going to get in bed?”
He broke the 9-times record with her on the very first day, creaming her pussy 10 times.
The first hour or so was spent in passionate foreplay where both explored every inch of each others’ body with their mouths, tongues and hands.
Their mouths, faces and bodies were covered in each others’ slobber by the time Chris found his way to her pussy.
He started slowly, licking and kissing her all around her pussy mound, then up and down her opening before opening her and sliding his tongue into her sopping wet depths.
He proceeded to eat her to two back to back orgasms when she didn’t squirt.
It was her third orgasm when she erupted squirting in his mouth.
The memories of how great it felt to erupt in squirting orgasms and how great it felt for her squirts to be devoured right out of her pussy came flooding back and she he wouldn’t stop now.
He had absolutely no intention of stopping. After feeding him two more squirting orgasms, she had to stop him saying her pussy needed his cum too if he was going to impregnate her.
Once he put it in her, he didn’t cum for close to fifteen minutes, fucking her in every imaginable position.
When he finally did cum, he didn’t stop or pull out, instead he kept fucking her till he came three times back to back inside her.
After taking a break for an hour or so, he asked her to get him hard again, and she readily obliged, sucking and stroking him for a good ten minutes till he was ready for action again.
They fucked through the night taking infrequent breaks to recharge and visit the bathroom before drifting off to sleep when drawn was breaking.
They fucked through the day too and she congratulated him on the new record when he creamed her pussy for the 10th time.
He was more than willing to keep going but she was beyond exhaustion and soon drifted off to sleep.
The next day was no different, nor was the day after. She did not miss her periods in December and that came as a disappointment to her.
As it happened, Mandar did not return till Jan 3rd. From November 28th just after midnight till an hour before Mandar’s flight landed on Jan 3rd, Christ fucked Bhoomika day and night.
His new record was set on the day before Mandar’s return when he deposited an incredible 12 loads of cum inside Bhoomika’s pussy in a 24 hour period.
She had the most unbelievable orgasms both when he ate her and when he fucked her. She kept squirting like a faucet and Chris would take a break from fucking her to devour her squirts out of her pussy.
She was in sexual heaven and long before Mandar returned, she had decided that she had no intention of letting go of this much sexual pleasure.
The day of his return was the first and only time Mandar fucked her twice in a day — once as soon as he walked in the door and the second time that night.
Once he left for work, she called Chris over and they spent the whole day fucking like animals. She missed her period in Jan and soon the doctors confirmed her pregnancy.
Mandar refused to fuck her during her pregnancy, but Chris had no such qualms.
He only stopped when her mom came over in her 8th month of pregnancy. That finally put an end to the secret affair the two were having.
The arrival of a baby and the time her son needed consumed Bhoomika and the no-joy sex with Mandar — now about once a week became the only sex Bhoomika got.
Chris and Bhoomika never stopped exchanging pics and dirty messages though. There was hardly a day that went by when she wasn’t sending him nude selfies.
She even sent him a video of her masturbating while thinking about him.
He would send her a new video of cumming to her thoughts every single day.
Clearly, their hunger for each others’ bodies hadn’t gone down at all and both knew it was a matter of time till they would be fucking again.
It was the night before Thanksgiving and Chris was watching a recording of the first time he fucked her exactly a year ago. He was thinking about how much had happened in the year while he stroked himself.
That’s when the doorbell rang. Lifting up his boxers in a hurry and pausing the video, he made his way to the front door.
“Happy Thanksgiving Chris,” Bhoomika said, standing on his doorstep. Mandar was blissfully unaware that his wife had crawled out of bed and left the house, fast asleep as he was thanks to some sleeping pills she had mixed in his dinner. “Care to give me another gift this Thanksgiving?”
“Only if your son will share some of his mom’s milk with me,” he said grinning and welcoming her in.
“I am sure he will understand,” she said starting to strip her clothes as Chris shut the door.
THE END
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