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The doctor stepped into the consulting room holding an envelope containing the medical reports. She had a big smile on her face as she sat across the table in her chair and handed Samriti — or Sam, as she preferred to be called — the envelope.
“Good news! You are going to be parents.” she said beaming at us.
Sam let out a shriek of happiness and all I could do was hug my wife. I had tears welling up, threatening to roll down my face and embarrass me in public. This was the happiest day of our lives. We had been trying for a baby for a couple years now and have taken, let’s just say, unconventional steps to make that dream come true.
“I told you!!!” Sam said excitedly as she opened the envelope and scanned the report, “best birthday gift ever! Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She said hugging me back.
“Let’s go home and tell everyone,” she said finally, wiping the tears that had been streaming down her pretty face.
I knew what she meant by ‘everyone’ and nodded, smiling at my wife.
“Thank you, Doctor,” we finally said and we headed home. Sam was unable to contain her excitement. She was laughing and crying at the same time as I drove us home.
She couldn’t stop talking between her laughter-crying. I had the broadest grin imaginable on my face. I was going to be a dad. We were going to be parents, this was a dream come true. One of a few more, I hoped.
Both of us got busy on the phone giving those that mattered the good news. We had just finished informing everyone when Chirag, our neighbor’s 19 year old son, burst through the door and gave Sam the biggest hug imaginable.
“Congratulations Auntieeeee!” he screamed and picked her up, swinging her around and laughing happily as she screamed in surprise and delight.
After setting her down, he kissed her mouth, and she responded, kissing him back.
Knowing what he liked, she stuck her tongue out and he licked and sucked it passionately.
I watched as his hands explored my wife’s body, cupping her breasts and squeezing her butt cheeks over her clothes.
All the while, she kept moaning in his mouth.
“Congratulations uncle!” he said wiping her saliva off his lips, when they finally broke the kiss.
“Congratulations again aunty,” he said turning to Sam before pulling her into another passionate embrace and an even longer kiss full of tongue and sloppy saliva exchange, his hand sliding into her blouse and cupping her breasts.
Sam’s hand went down between his legs, and he was rock hard.
“You can’t fuck me Chirag,” she said when they broke the kiss again, “it could hurt the baby. But we can’t let you go home with that, can we Amal?”
She turned to me as if seeking my approval before getting on her knees and pulling Chirag’s track pants and underwear down, releasing his erection.
“Oh fuck Aunty,” Chirag groaned as his cock disappeared in her mouth and she started sucking him.
I watched as my wife gave our neighbor’s son a blowjob for five mines before he shuddered and came in her mouth.
She swallowed every drop, sucked his cock clean and then stood up, wiping her mouth.
“There, that’s much better, now you can go home, and your dad won’t know a thing,” she said watching his cock go limp.
She licked her lips before hugging me and kissing my mouth.
I could taste Chirag’s essence still lingering in her mouth.
“Not yet Aunty,” he said getting on his knees. Lifting her saree up to her hips, he pulled her panties down to her knees. He kissed and licked her pussy. Sam moaned and caressed his hair. Encouraged, he drove his tongue into her and started sucking on her clit hungrily. She pushed him away, her face flushed.
“Naughty, naughty,” she said running her hands through his wild hair, while pulling up her panties and straightening her saree with her other hand. “Now run home. I told you we can’t do it yet.”
Reluctantly, Chirag got up and kissed her mouth a final time before leaving.
“He’s such a good kid,” Sam said watching him leave.
“And so horny,” I added, pulling my wife close and hugging her.
She giggled and pushed me away playfully.
“Did we miss calling anyone?” she asked finally, wiping her lips, “I called my parents and friends giving them the good news.”
“I called Kamal first and he said he will inform the rest of my side of the family.” I said in reply, “I also called Bill. Chirag was my last call, because I knew he would be running here the moment he heard the news.” I said, finally sitting down, pulling Sam onto my lap and kissing her neck, breathing in her scent.
“That’s pretty much everyone. Wish Dara was there too and hadn’t gone completely off the radar, but it is what it is,” she said kissing my lips. “Tell me honestly, are you happy?”
“Are you kidding?” I said holding my wife tight, “I am the happiest man alive today. I can’t imagine how far we have come since sharing a room in college.” I said, nuzzling her neck, remembering those early days when our relationship was just a secret mutual crush.
Sam laughed, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “Those were the days for sure. Two horny 19-year-old best friends sharing a room, having a crush on each other and hesitant to do anything about it.”
“You sure didn’t do nothing!” I said a fake pouting look on my face, “you would tell me every little detail about everyone you slept with, just to get a reaction out of me.”
Sam giggled, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. “And it worked like a charm, didn’t it, my love? You were always so turned on by my stories though you wouldn’t admit it. I used to be perpetually horny back then.”
“Both of us, and we still are.” I replied.
“Touché,” she said kissing me again.
“Let’s see,” I said counting names off my fingers, “There was nerdy old Dan, the first one you told me about.”
“Yup and he could never last beyond a minute once he made it past the ‘gates of heaven’ as he called my pussy.” She said giggling.
“Then there was Michael, the Cricket team captain.” I said.
“Don’t forget the rest of the team and the night after the championship win that I spent celebrating with 15 horny guys. Thankfully they used condoms, or I might have got knocked up that night. They were just insatiable and kept fucking me all through the night.” Sam said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“And then there was our lecturer, Dr. Patel.”
“Oh, yes, the old fogie that finally got a reaction out of you,” Sam said, her eyes sparkling with memories. “You remember that night?”
“Of course,” I said to my lovely wife, “how could I forget our first night together?”
Flashback to college days…
The little one-bedroom apartment was our sanctuary of youthful dreams and late-night study sessions. When we first started as roomies, I used to sleep on the futon in the living room and Sam in the bedroom.
That night, Sam had wanted to watch a porn flick. It was a gangbang movie that made her remember the night with the entire college cricket team. She gave the characters in the movie names of the team members, based on what they did to the girl in the movie.
She narrated each team member’s actions in detail, making sure to tell me how each one felt, what they did and how many times, and how each one of them made her feel. I was rock hard and thanking the pillow on my lap for not making my arousal obvious.
She flicked the remote, turning the TV off when the movie ended.
“That was a good movie and an incredible night with the cricket team,” she said turning to me, “but it pales in comparison to what happened today. Want to hear what Dr Patel did?” Sam asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She was sitting cross-legged on the futon that doubled up as my bed.
I nodded, my heart pounding with anticipation. She loved telling me about her exploits, and I loved listening to them, jerking off in the bathroom afterwards.
It was a strange dynamic and was pure torture for me. She was my best friend and when she told me these stories, I wanted her so badly. But I didn’t want to risk the friendship and was afraid of her rejection.
“At the end of his class, before leaving, he said he would like to see me in his office at the end of the day because he wanted to discuss my biology submission.”
She paused, taking a sip of water from the bottle on the coffee table, her eyes never leaving mine.
I nodded, waiting for her to continue, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
“My fault really. All of 19 and horny, I turned an essay on human reproduction into a steamy erotic story.” She said giggling.
“You didn’t!!!” I said, my eyes going wide.
“Sure did,” she said giggling again, “and paid for it in his office after classes. Why do you think I ran to the shower when I got home? I had to try and clean his cum.”
“He didn’t use protection?” I asked stunned.
“Do you want the punchline first or do you want to hear the full story?” She asked, a frown on her pretty face.
“Ok, ok, go ahead.” I said, raising my hands in surrender.
“So he calls me in and starts the discussion on my submission. The whole time his eyes never left my cleavage. ‘Is this how babies are made Samriti?’ he asked in that booming voice of his.”
“I think so, what did I get wrong?” I asked him.
“Want me to tell you or show you?” He asked me, licking his lips.
“Show and tell?” I said.
The next minute he was out of his chair and pulling me out of the chair I was sitting on across the desk.
His hands were all over me, squeezing my breasts, lifting my skirt and running his hands up my thighs, ‘I will show you alright’ he said.
He picked me up and led me out the other door in his room into what turned out to be his private bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. I couldn’t help wondering how many other students he had fucked there.
Tossing me on the bed, he stripped naked. He was already hard when he dropped his underwear, his eyes never leaving my boobs.
“Humans don’t have sex just for reproduction,” he said getting in bed and kissing my lips, his hands reaching around me and caressing my bum.
He lifted my skirt and squeezed my butt cheeks, pulling me closer.
He broke the kiss after a few minutes and licked his lips, his hands still caressing my butt cheeks under my skirt, “we are one of a few species that has sex for pleasure. Do you want me to show you the reproduction part or the pleasure part?”
“Show me both, professor.” I said kissing him back and taking his hardness in my hand.
He groaned and smiled as I started stroking his cock, “Good girl. I like how you think.”
He kissed his way down my body, taking my clothes off one by one and kissing every inch of my exposed skin.
He took his time teasing and sucking my nipples one by one, before moving lower.
He spread my legs wide and stared at my panties, his mouth all but salivating.
Finally, he said, “Let me show you the pleasure part first,” and pulled my panties down.
I felt his hot breath on my pussy and then his fingers as he caressed me up and down my opening. Finally I felt his tongue against my slit.
He licked my folds from bottom to top, groaning like he was enjoying a delicious meal. ‘You taste sweet, Sam. Sweet and tangy. I am going to make you cum in my mouth.” he said.
He continued to lick and suck my clit, his fingers sliding inside me. I bucked against his hand, needing more. He obliged, adding a second finger and curling them up to hit my G-spot.
I moaned loudly, my body writhing beneath him. He fucked my pussy with his fingers, his tongue flicking my clit in time with the rhythm. I could feel my orgasm building, my muscles tensing and my breath coming in short gasps.
“Fuck, Professor, you’re going to make me cum,” I panted, my hands fisting the sheets beneath me.
“That’s the idea, girl,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. He increased the pressure and speed, sucking harder on my clit. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my body convulsing and my pussy clenching around his fingers and mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted, my eyes rolling back in my head. He didn’t stop, not until I was a trembling, panting mess.
Even before I had stopped shaking, he shoved his hardness in my mouth.
I opened wide, taking him in as far as I could.
He groaned and started fucking my mouth slowly, his hands gripping my hair. His hands caressed and squeezed my breasts, and his fingers pinched my nipples, making me moan around his cock.
When he came in my mouth, I thought that would be the end of the day’s lesson, but he was just getting started.
He returned to licking my pussy, his limp, spent cock hanging between his legs. He seemed intent on making me cum again before he gave me the ‘reproduction’ part of the lesson.
I was still trembling from my first orgasm, but his tongue was magic. He lapped at my clit, his fingers fucking me again. Honestly Amal, I haven’t been eaten out that good before. He’s a pro at eating pussy. It didn’t take long for another orgasm to start building.
When it hit, I came harder and longer than the first time. He kept sucking on my pussy, lapping up my juices and making my orgasm last what felt like an eternity.
When I finally came down from my high, my body was limp, but he was hard again.
He lifted my legs, spreading them wide and lined up his cock with my pussy.
“Now the reproduction part,” he said plunging into me, hard and fast.
I gasped at the sudden intrusion, his cock filling me completely.
He groaned, his hips thrusting as he started to fuck me.
I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets as he pounded into me. He was relentless, his hips moving like a piston as he drove his cock in and out of me. I could feel my pussy stretching and clenching around him, my body adjusting to his size.
After fucking me like that for a while, he turned me over on my hands and knees and entered me from behind. He grabbed my hips and started fucking me again, even harder and faster than before. I could feel my tits swinging with every thrust, the sound of our bodies slapping filling the room.
Having already cum once, he was in no hurry for another release. He was enjoying the feel of my tight pussy around his cock. He fucked me for well over fifteen minutes. He reached around and started playing with my clit, rubbing it in slow circles and I erupted a third time.
When he finally grunted and came inside my pussy, I thought class was finally over, but he didn’t pull out, he kept fucking me. I felt him go limp inside me and then go hard again.
He was fucking me like a jackhammer now, his body slick with sweat. I could feel my own sweat dripping down my spine.
Thirty minutes later, he came inside me a second time and finally pulled out.
“That’s how babies are made,” he said putting his clothes on while I lay naked, panting and spent in his bed, his thick cum leaking out of my pussy. “Come back tomorrow if today’s lesson wasn’t clear enough and I will teach you again.” He said and stormed out of the room leaving me naked in bed.
“I held on to his pillow, shaking around it like this…” she said pulling the pillow off my lap, gasping at the erection forming a huge tent in my boxers.
“Amal!” she said, her eyes going wide, staring at my crotch. “Oh my god Amal, you’re so fucking hard.” She said reaching for my boxers, pulling them down, freeing my cock, which sprang up, fully erect.
“God, I’ve never seen you hard before.” She said looking at my cock, “why didn’t you ever tell me that my stories turn you on?”
“It’s you Sam, not your stories, that turn me on. I didn’t want to risk losing you as a friend.” I admitted, my cock throbbing in her hand.
“Nonsense,” she said, her head starting to go down towards my cock, “we could have done this months ago. I thought you weren’t interested in me that way.”
I watched my cock disappear in her mouth and she cupped my balls in her hand. She was sucking me hard and fast, her head bobbing up and down, her lips tight around my shaft. Her other hand was playing with my balls, squeezing and rolling them around in her hand.
I groaned and thrust my hips up, fucking her mouth. She took it all, her nose pressing against my pubic bone.
I watched as she pulled her mouth off my cock, a string of saliva connecting us, and licked my balls. She sucked one of my balls into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it like she was sucking on a popsicle.
“Fuck yes, Sam,” I groaned, watching her suck on my balls. I could feel the pleasure building up in my body, my cock throbbing in her mouth. I didn’t want to cum yet, I wanted to fuck her, feel her tight pussy around my cock.
“Get on the bed, Sam,” I said, my voice thick with lust.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire. She released my balls and stood up, quickly shimmying out of her clothes.
“Lie on your back,” I instructed, my eyes roaming over her naked body. She did as I asked, lying on her back with her legs spread open, her pussy glistening with her arousal.
Getting between her legs, I buried my face into her.
Her smell, her taste, her everything drove me wild. I licked her folds, tasting her sweet and tangy juices.
I remembered the professor’s words, “You taste good, Sam. Sweet and tangy.”
He was right. She tasted fucking amazing. I lapped at her, my tongue exploring every inch of her. I sucked on her clit, making her moan and her hips buck upwards.
I stuck two fingers inside her, curling them upwards to hit her G-spot. Her moans grew louder, her breath coming in short gasps.
I fucked her with my fingers, my tongue flicking her clit in time with the rhythm.
I could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tensing and her breath coming in short gasps.
“Fuck, Amal, I’m going to cum,” she panted, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her.
Her body convulsed as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She screamed out my name, her juices flowing freely onto my tongue and filling my mouth. I drank her in, my own cock throbbing with need.
Her body shuddered as the waves of her orgasm subsided, her breathing slowly returning to normal. I didn’t stop licking her. I wanted more of her honey. Opening her pussy with my fingers, I slid my tongue down her hole.
I could feel her muscles clench around my tongue as I fucked her with it, reaching up and grabbing her breasts with my hands. I squeezed them, pinching her nipples and rolling them between my fingers. She moaned, her body writhing beneath me. I continued to lick and suck her pussy. I could taste her arousal, her want, her need. I wanted to taste her cum, to drink her in.
I increased the pressure and speed of my tongue, flicking her clit harder. She screamed out, her body tensing as another orgasm hit her. I held her hips, fucking her with my tongue as wave after wave of her orgasm rocked her body. Just as she was coming down, she was hit by another orgasm and then another.
I had eaten her pussy to four back-to-back orgasms and needed to be inside her just the way Dr Patel had been earlier that day.
I needed to feel my cock in her tight, wet pussy. I climbed up her body, my cock throbbing with need, pre-cum dripping from the tip. I rubbed the head against her clit, making her moan and her hips buck upwards.
“Please Amal,” she begged, her hands going to my hips and pulling me towards her. “Fuck me, please.”
I didn’t need another invitation. I thrust my hips forward, slamming into her. She cried out, her legs wrapping around my waist as I started pounding into her. Her pussy was so fucking tight and wet, it felt amazing around my cock.
I started fucking her hard and fast, my cock slamming into her with each thrust. She moaned and screamed with each pound, her fingers digging into my back.
Her tits were bouncing with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect. I leaned down and sucked on one of her nipples, biting it gently before sucking it hard into my mouth. She screamed and bucked her hips upwards, taking my cock even deeper inside her.
I released her nipple and looked down at her. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed and a look of pure ecstasy on her face. She was fucking beautiful like this, all flushed and passionate.
Her hair was a mess, her eyes glazed over with lust, and her lips swollen from my kisses. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I needed to claim her, to make her mine in every way possible. I lifted her legs up, planting her feet on my shoulders, and started fucking her even harder, my cock slamming into her with every thrust.
“Oh fuck, Amal, yes!” she groaned, her nails raking down my back, leaving red marks, “I am going to cum again Amal!!!!” she screamed soon after.
I could feel her pussy clamp down on my cock, her inner muscles pulsing, milking me. I groaned, my own orgasm building up. I wanted to fill her with my cum, just the way Dr Patel had.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhh,” she screamed, and her body started shaking. Her pussy muscles gripped my cock hard as her orgasm hit, driving me over the edge.
I groaned, a guttural, primal sound escaping my lips as I filled her with my hot, thick cum. I pumped my hips, my cock throbbing as I emptied myself inside her.
I collapsed on top of her, my cock still buried deep inside her, our bodies slick with sweat.
“That was unbelievable, Amal,” she said breathlessly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back, “I can’t believe you made me cum five times. I have never had that many orgasms in a day.” Sam sighed, her body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of her pleasure.
“Well, we have all night to make that count go up.” I said, slowly pulling out of her, my cock still hard and ready to go again.
She looked down at my cock, her eyes widening. “Wow, you are still so hard. I thought you would be done after that.”
We made passionate love all night long. When I fucked her, I imaged every guy she had told me about. Every time I creamed her pussy, I couldn’t help imaging Dr Patel. It was the most incredible night.
I proposed to her after we graduated, and she said yes. Six months later, we were married. But our marriage and honeymoon are incredible experiences that I need to tell you guys about.
Remembering the marriage and honeymoon…
Kamal is my younger brother. He quit college to pursue a career in photography. He specialized in Boudoir photoshoots, and I knew why. I have known my brother all his life and know how horny he can be. If he was to become a photographer, it was just like him to choose a career where he could take pictures of naked or semi-naked women.
Sam and I had kept our relationship a secret from our families. After our graduation, when she said yes to my proposal, we had decided to wait a year because I was about to start my own business, and we wanted to give it a year before we tied the knot.
Truth be told, I got lucky. After my prototype was done, I was looking for investors, not wanting to take money from dad. I met William Boone (Bill), in the office of a venture funding company, and he had been impressed by my concept.
Over lunch that weekend, he offered to fund my venture in exchange for a 49% partnership stake. The business had taken off, and I introduced Sam to my family exactly a year after proposing to her.
When our wedding was just a week away, she called my brother, who was to be our wedding photographer – his first and only wedding photography assignment.
“Can I ask you a favor Kamal?” She had said meeting him at his photography studio.
“Sure thing Bhabhi, anything,” he had replied.
“I want to give Amal a gift on our wedding night, and I don’t trust anyone else to make it happen,” she said watching him carefully as she finished her sentence.
Kamal raised an eyebrow and grinned, “Whatever you need, count me in. I hope you have something wicked planned for Dada.”
Sam blushed, “I wanted to give him an album of my pics… the kind you take.”
Kamal’s grin widened, “Naked and dirty, Bhabhi?”
She blushed even more and nodded shyly, “Naughty, not dirty, Kamal, but yes, very naked, showing every intimate part of my body.”
Kamal let out a low whistle, his eyes roaming over her body, “It would be my honor. Dada is one lucky dude. When do you want to do it?”
“How about tomorrow afternoon? Can you spare a few hours? Amal will be out of town tomorrow and the day after. We can shoot in our house if that works for you.” She asked, her eyes on his.
“I don’t have any clients tomorrow, so I can spend the whole day with you, but I have an assignment the day after tomorrow,” he replied.
“Perfect,” she said, grinning at him. “Let’s do it tomorrow then. I hope one day will be enough. If not we can plan a follow up shoot before the wedding.”
It had started with a few mood pictures in a sexy see-through chiffon fabric. Then slowly she took her clothes off while he kept taking pictures.
Several naked pics followed — in bed, in the kitchen pretend-cooking, on the living room couch.
Then she took a shower while he took pics.
A number of long distance and close up pics of her naked body followed, before he recorded a video of Sam fingering her pussy in the shower.
He took a number of pics of her dripping wet body draped in nothing but a tiny soaking wet towel and then her nakedness with the towel opened just enough — like one breast hanging out, legs spread for an upskirt view of her pussy, and so on.
He kept taking pictures as she walked back to bed, laying around in seductive poses in the towel before discarding it.
Now naked, she had made him take several close-up pics of her breasts, nipples, butt hole, and pussy.
She had opened her pussy for him to take close-up pics of her insides.
They had ordered in food and took a dinner break. She had stayed naked while she ate and the shoot continued throughout the night.
She had made her record herself masturbating and umming at least a couple times in bed.
On our wedding night, when I entered the bedroom, she handed me a gift box containing the album.
My jaw had dropped, looking at the pictures and she told me how she had convinced Kamal to do the shoot.
“He was so professional,” she had said, “most men would have tried to make a move as aroused as he visibly was. Some might even have forced themselves on me. But Kamal was so professional as he took the pics.” she had said.
I fucked her three times on our wedding night, each time imagining my brother turned on and taking naked pics of my wife. I even imagined him fucking her as I creamed her pussy the third time.
The next day, we headed off to Goa for our honeymoon — Sam wanted it to be in India, even though Bill had offered an all-expense-paid trip to the US as a wedding gift.
Kamal insisted on being our honeymoon photographer. He’d never been to Goa and offered to capture our special and intimate moments throughout the honeymoon.
The beach hotel in Goa was a sprawling, colonial-style building. We settled into our room, a large honeymoon suite with a king-sized bed, a balcony overlooking the beach, and an adjoining room for Kamal.
Our first night transformed the rest of our lives.
My cock, usually so eager to please, had betrayed me when it mattered most. Try as I might, I couldn’t conjure up the image of any of the men that had fucked Sam — my go to for getting an erection going.
I was too focused on the fact that I was failing my wife on our honeymoon. The sudden turn of events had left us both at a loss. We lay naked in bed, the air conditioning cooling the sweat off our bodies as the reality of the situation began to sink in.
“Maybe it’s the stress of the wedding,” Sam said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe it’s the travel.”
“Maybe it’s none of that,” I replied, my voice thick with frustration. “Maybe it’s just me.”
Sam rolled over to face me, her eyes searching mine, “You?” She said laughing, “the only man that could make me cum five time in a night? No way. You are my stud muffin.” she said kissing me.
Just then there was a knock on the door. Draping a towel around myself, I answered the door.
“Don’t tell me I missed all the action!” Kamal said entering the suite. “I wanted to capture all the sexy moments.”
“No, we were just getting started,” Sam said from the bed, where she had covered her naked body with a dupatta.
“Perfect,” Kamal said setting his bag on the dining table and taking his camera out. “Forget that I am even here. You two do your thing and I will do mine. You won’t even notice me.”
Kamal slipped his camera strap over his shoulder and started taking pictures of the room, the bed, the balcony, the bathroom. He was capturing every corner, every angle, immortalizing our honeymoon suite.
“How about you let go of that dupatta Bhabhi,” he said, “I have seen you naked remember?”
Sam let the dupatta go. It slid down her body, exposing one naked breast.
“WOW!” Kamal said, starting to click pictures, “so damn sexy Bhabhi.”
She shrugged the dupatta off her body, posing seductively for the camera, stark naked.
Kamal’s eyes were glued to his camera viewfinder, Sam’s eyes were on my crotch and my eyes were on Kamal’s crotch.
I could see the bulge in his pants growing larger with each click.
His breathing was getting heavier, his cheeks flushed with excitement. He was trying to maintain his composure, but his arousal was clearly visible.
Her eyes still on my crotch, Sam lay back on the bed, parting her legs slightly, giving Kamal an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy.
Her breasts were heaving with anticipation, her nipples hardening into tight peaks.
“Fuck yeah, Bhabhi,” Kamal muttered, “just perfect. Dada’s so lucky!!”
He moved closer, his camera focused on her pussy. She glanced my way, hoping I was getting hard, but it wasn’t working. My cock seemed to have gone to bed early.
Kamal was kneeling on the bed, between Sam’s legs taking close-up pics when Sam surprised both of us.
Pushing the camera away, she grabbed Kamal’s hair and pulled his face into her pussy.
She ground her pelvis against his face, smothering him.
Kamal’s eyes widened in shock, and he groaned. He tried to get off her, but she held his head firmly in place, thrusting into his mouth.
As turned-on as he was, he couldn’t help responding and started licking her. He was tentative at first, but as my wife started grinding her pussy against his mouth, he took more initiative. I could see his tongue flicking her clit, his hands cupping her ass, pulling her deeper into his mouth.
Somewhere along the way, his clothes came off.
Climbing on top of him, she sat on his face, feeding him her pussy and bending forward and taking his hardness in her mouth.
Kamal was eating my wife from between her legs, his tongue driving in and out of her pussy and rubbing her clit while his fingers probed her ass, teasing her entrance with one and then two fingers.
Sam was fucking him right back, grinding her pussy into his face and taking his cock in her mouth, throat fucking him as best she could.
I watched them, my cock in my hand, stroking slowly as I watched my brother and my wife in a 69, their bodies writhing and squirming, their moans and grunts filling the room.
Both came at the same time, screaming in pleasure. Kamal’s body shook as he emptied himself in Sam’s mouth, while Sam’s body convulsed and her pussy gushed juices onto Kamal’s tongue. I watched, stroking my cock harder and faster, as they both came down from their orgasms.
Sam climbed off Kamal and walked straight up to me, kissing me hard, Kamal’s cum still in her mouth. She made me swallow my brother’s cum as she reached for my rock-hard cock.
Through the corner of my eyes, I saw Kamal starting to take pictures, his limp cock hanging between his legs. Sam led me to bed and made me lie on my back. Getting on top, she lowered herself on my cock, taking me in inch by inch. She was so fucking wet that I slid right in, her pussy lips clutching me like a velvet glove.
I could see Kamal taking pictures as Sam started riding me, her hips moving up and down, her body bouncing on top of me. I could feel her tits pressing against my chest, her nipples hard and erect. Her pussy was so fucking tight and warm, gripping my cock like a vice.
“Fuck, Bhabhi, so fucking hot,” Kamal said, clicking away as Sam rode me.
The whole thing was so erotic for me that I didn’t last. My cock throbbed and I could feel the pressure building.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned, “I’m going to cum soon.”
Sam’s eyes were closed, her mouth open, her breath coming in short gasps. She was close too.
“Fuck Amal, I’m cumming… cum with me, Amal,” she screamed, her body convulsing above me, her pussy clamping down on my cock.
I groaned and thrust upwards, burying myself deep inside her as I felt my own orgasm hit. “Aaahhh, fuck, I’m cumming too,” I grunted, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my hot, throbbing cum.
We rode out our orgasms together, our bodies shaking and jerking as the pleasure washed over us. When we finally came down, Sam collapsed on top of me, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Fuck that was amazing,” she said, kissing me hard on the mouth.
Kamal was hard now and joined us in bed, spooning Sam. I pulled out of Sam’s pussy, and she guided Kamal’s cock into her. She was so wet that he slid in easily. She moaned as he filled her, her body still sensitive from our orgasms.
“Fuck, Bhabhi, you’re so fucking tight,” Kamal groaned, his hands reaching around her and grabbing her breasts. He started moving slowly, his cock gliding in and out of her with ease. One of her nipples disappeared in his mouth and he started sucking it hungrily as he drilled her pussy
Sam made me sit in front of her and took my spent cock in her mouth. I was already soft, but she started sucking and licking me, her tongue swirling around the head, cleaning me of our mixed juices.
I could see Kamal behind her, picking up the tempo moving in and out of my wife’s cum filled pussy.
His hips were slapping against her ass, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room.
My cock started to harden again in Sam’s mouth, watching my brother fuck my wife. She moaned around my cock, her hands gripping my thighs as she took me deeper into her throat. Kamal’s fingers dug into Sam’s hips as he pounded her from behind, his cock slamming in and out of her pussy with a wet, slurping sound.
“You’re going to make me cum, Bhabhi,” Kamal groaned, his hips moving fast and hard. “Where do you want it?”
Sam pulled her mouth off my cock with a pop, her lips glistening with our mixed juices, “don’t you dare pull out Kamal, I want you to cum inside me.” she said looking back at Kamal, her eyes filled with lust.
“Fuck my ass, Amal.” she said turning to face me, her eyes boring into mine, “while your brother fucks my pussy. I want both you brothers in me.”
I was stunned, my cock already hardening in her mouth at the mere suggestion. I didn’t know what to say, what to think. But my cock had a mind of its own and it was ready for her ass.
She turned around, facing Kamal. I lifted her leg and spread her ass cheeks, entering her. Kamal also grabbed her leg and entered her pussy at the same time.
The feeling of his cock filling her pussy while mine was in her ass was fucking intense. “yes, yes, yes, yes.” Sam kept moaning as we both fucked her together.
Kamal’s cock was pounding her pussy, while I was slowly but steadily pushing my cock into her ass. It was fucking tight and hot, her ass gripping my cock like a warm, wet fist.
Kamal couldn’t hold back any longer, “I’m cumming bhabhiiiiii,” he screamed, his back arching as he stiffened and shot his load into her pussy.
Sam moaned, her body sandwiched between us, as Kamal’s cum filled her. When Kamal pulled out, I reached around started rubbing her clit, my cock still buried in her ass.
“Fuck, Amal,” she groaned, her body shuddering with her orgasm. “You’re going to make me cum again.”
“That’s the plan, sweetheart,” I whispered in her ear, nibbling on her lobe as I picked up the tempo and started fucking her ass hard and deep. I was getting close to my own release in her ass.
Her clit was swollen under my fingers, her body shaking with the impending orgasm.
“Oh fuck, Amal, I’m going to cum again,” she panted, her nails digging into my thighs as her orgasm hit. Her ass clenched around my cock, milking me, begging me to fill her with my cum.
“Fuck, Sam, I’m going to cum too,” I groaned, my cock throbbing as I felt my orgasm building.
With a final thrust, I buried myself deep inside her ass, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my hot, throbbing cum.
The entire weeklong honeymoon was incredible. Both Kamal and I fucked her day and night, in the room and on the beach. We fucked her individually and together. Whenever he was spent, Kamal would take pictures and videos of me fucking Sam.
He captured everything, from our faces contorted in pleasure, to the sweat glistening on our bodies, to the raw, intimate connection of our bodies coming together. I couldn’t have imagined a more erotic honeymoon.
A few months later…
The scent of freshly brewed chai wafted through the air. Sam was mumbling under her breath as she poured it into two cups — hers and mine. I had just stepped out of the shower and was getting ready for office.
Things had gone south rather quickly between Sam and I after we returned from our honeymoon. No, we didn’t fight or argue. We simply fell into a routine. I worked my ass off to make my business a success, and Sam took care of the home. When in bed together, I couldn’t get it up half the time, leaving Sam craving intimacy.
Kamal had gone abroad to do a photography course, so inviting him to join is wasn’t an option.
Last night was another night where I had been unable to perform. And now she was mumbling as she fixed our breakfast, clearly frustrated.
She was wearing a silk robe (and nothing else) that clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering as she moved. I could see the swell of her tits through the fabric, and the outline of her nipples. Her ass swayed slightly as she walked from the counter to the table, setting down the cups of chai.
We ate our breakfast in silence. The tension was palpable between us, a thick cloud hanging over our heads. I could feel her eyes on me, her gaze heavy with disappointment and frustration.
The doorbell ended the awkward silence between us. Getting off the table, she headed to the door while I cleared the table and headed to the kitchen with the dishes. I heard the door open, followed by a man’s voice.
“Doodh bhabhiji,” I heard the voice of Dara, our milkman, “Sorry bhabhi, aaj late ho gaya.”
He squatted on the floor of our living room and opened the large canister containing milk. Grabbing the milk container from the kitchen counter, I headed to the living room and handed it to him.
His eyes were locked on the cleavage visible through the folds of Sam’s silk gown and both of us noticed his cock stir in his dhoti.
Dara started taking milk out of the canister with a measuring ladle and pouring milk into the container I had handed him, his eyes never leaving Sam’s cleavage. The edge of the ladle hit the canister and the milk spilled all over Sam.
Trying to stop the ladle, Dara toppled the milk canister over, spilling more milk onto her, soaking her robe completely with milk.
Sam shrieked, trying to avoid the stream of milk, but slipped on the milk and landed on her back. She was drenched and her wet robe was clinging to her body.
Her nipples were hard and pointing through the wet fabric.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry Bhabhi!” Dara said, his eyes wide with panic, “let me clean this up.”
“No, no, it’s alright.” Sam replied, “Just clean the milk from my body. We will take care of the spilled milk.”
“Your body Bhabhi?” Dara said, not comprehending what Sam was saying. He was transfixed, his eyes roaming over her semi-naked body, his cock tenting his dhoti.
“Yes, you heard me right. Clean the milk off me, use your mouth and hands if you must. Look, I’m already dripping wet, you might as well clean me up.” She said, parting her legs slightly, the wet fabric of her robe clinging to her inner thighs, and the outline of her pussy clearly visible through the cloth.
Dara hesitated for a moment, glancing in my direction, “you heard her,” I said with a shrug, my cock starting to stir in my pants. “She wants you to lick her clean.”
Dara didn’t need any more encouragement. He crawled over to Sam, his eyes never leaving her body.
“Start with my face,” she said as he was about to bury his mouth into her cleavage.
Dara hesitated for a moment before leaning down and licking the milk off her face. His tongue explored every inch of her face, her neck, her ears, her nose, her eyes, cheeks, forehead.
As he circled her lips with his tongue, she opened her mouth and sucked on his tongue, drawing it into her mouth.
Grabbing his neck, she kissed him hard with lots of tongue.
“Bhabhiji!” Dara said, stunned and immediately looked in my direction, expecting a stern reaction.
“What?” Sam said, “there’s milk there that I want you to lick.”
He looked at me again and I shrugged and asked him to go ahead. This time, when she pulled him into the kiss, he didn’t hold back. He literally ate her mouth, sucking on her tongue. A string formed by a combination of the milk and their saliva hung between their mouths. It was so hot, I just couldn’t tear my eyes away.
Encouraged by how hungry the kiss was, Dara’s hands started roaming over her wet body, caressing her tits, her hips, and finally her pussy over her robe.
Sam spread her legs and guided his hand past the robe. Dara’s eyes widened as he found her bare, wet pussy, his fingers sinking into her soft folds.
Sam groaned in his mouth, kissing him passionately.
She guided his fingers into her pussy, her hips bucking up to meet his touch.
She untied her robe and let it fall over her shoulders, exposing her naked breasts.
As Dara’s fingers slipped inside her easily, the slippery milk helping him glide in and out with ease, his mouth wrapped around one of her nipples.
She moaned as he sucked and bit her all over one breast and then the other. Her breath was coming in short gasps, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the sensation of his fingers fucking her and his mouth devouring her tits.
Sam reached between his legs, her hand snaking through the folds of his dhoti till she found his cock.
She wrapped her hand around it and started stroking him slowly. Dara groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he continued to finger fuck her.
Sam moaned, arching her back, pressing her tits into his face. “That feels so fucking good,” she said, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. Neither had noticed that I had my cock out and was stroking myself watching the erotic scene unfold before me.
I watched Dara lick every inch of my wife’s body, sliding lower and lower till he was between her legs. Perhaps realizing that I was watching, he looked up at me. I picked up the container that still had some milk in it and poured it into Sam’s pussy.
“Lick it,” I said.
Dara dived in, his tongue lapping at her pussy, licking her clit, her lips, her inner thighs. Sam’s body writhed beneath him, her hips rising to meet his tongue.
I could see her pussy glistening with his saliva and the remains of the milk. He lapped at her like a cat lapping at a bowl of cream, his tongue sweeping over her clit, her inner lips, her entrance.
Sam moaned and bucked her hips, fucking his face, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Fuck yes, Dara, that’s it,” she panted, her fingers gripping his hair tighter, pulling him closer.
I watched them, my cock throbbing in my hand as I stroked it, precum leaking from the tip. Dara’s head bobbed between her legs, his tongue flicking her clit, his fingers plunging in and out of her pussy. He was grunting and moaning, his body writhing with need, his cock rock hard in his dhoti.
“Oh FUCKKKKK!” Sam screamed, her body started convulsing as she came in Dara’s mouth. Her juices flooded out, coating his face and chin, her legs shaking violently as she rode out her orgasm. Dara lapped at her pussy, his tongue relentless, not missing a single drop of her sweet nectar.
“Fuck her,” I said as Sam lay panting on our living floor. “We have been trying for a baby without success. Please help us Dara. Fuck her pussy.”
It had been over a year since Dara had been to his village. Living away from family in the city, he hadn’t had any sex in the year he had been away from home.
When I asked him to fuck Sam, he needed no second invitation.
He stood up and untied his Dhoti, letting it land in the milk. Grabbing Sam’s hips, he raised her. She was bent forward, her feet on the wet floor, hands trying to reach for the floor when he entered her from behind.
Overcome with lust and the need for release, he immediately started drilling her pussy hard and deep. The sound of his thighs hitting her ass resonated through the room with a satisfying smack.
She moaned and pushed back, meeting his thrusts. He was thick and long, her pussy stretched wide, the walls slick and wet. He filled her completely, his cock hitting her cervix with each deep thrust.
Sam moaned and pushed back against him, her ass cheeks jiggling with each impact.
“Fuck, Bhabhiji, your pussy is so tight,” Dara groaned, his hands gripping her hips tight. “I’m not going to last long.”
“Go ahead and breed her Dara,” I said, my voice thick with lust, my cock in my hand, stroking it slowly, “fill her with your cum. Help us make a baby.”
Dara picked up the pace, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock pounding in and out of her pussy. Sam’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with each thrust.
“Oh, fuck, yes, Dara!” She screamed, her back arching, her tits bouncing.
“Oh god, oh god, I’m cumming again!” Sam screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around Dara’s cock.
Dara groaned, his hips slamming into her, his cock pulsing inside her.
“Aaahhhhhhh,” he cried out, his body tensing as he filled her with his hot, thick cum.
He collapsed on top of her, his cock still buried deep inside her, both panting and covered in sweat.
When he finally got off her, he quietly put his dhoti on, picked up his empty milk canister and left without a word or meeting my eyes.
“That was so fucking hot,” I said picking my wife off the floor and leading her to the shower. I stripped naked while she turned the shower on and stepped in with her. The water cascaded over us, washing away the remnants of milk, sweat, and cum.
We kissed as I took the soap and started washing her, running my hands over her slick body, paying special attention to her tits, her nipples hardening under my touch. I slipped my hand between her legs, soaping up her pussy.
“You enjoyed the show didn’t you?” Sam said running her soapy hands over my chest, her eyes filled with lust.
Her hands moved lower, wrapping around my hardening cock. I groaned, my cock throbbing in her hand. She smiled a wicked smile as she started stroking me, her eyes never leaving mine.
“You are fucking incredible,” I said, my breath coming in short gasps, my body aching with need. My hands roamed over her body, her soapy tits, her hard nipples, her slippery pussy.
She guided my cock to her entrance, “I know,” she said a naughty smile on her face.
We fucked in the shower and then again in bed. I was incredibly late for work, but I didn’t care.
We changed the milk delivery from morning to evening, after I returned from work.
He would deliver milk, fuck her and deliver a load in her pussy. After he left, turned on as I invariably was watching him fuck my wife, I would clean up after him and fucking her at least a couple times.
But every good thing eventually comes to an end. I don’t know what happened, but Dara stopped delivering milk one fine day — not just to our place but to the entire apartment complex. Eventually the milk contract for the apartment complex was granted to someone else — a woman, sadly.
When one door closes, they say another one opens. The apartment across from ours had been empty ever since we moved in. Less than a month after Dara stopped delivering milk, a father and son moved into that apartment. Jignesh, the father worked as the Chief Finance Officer of a multinational company and his 18-year-old son, Chirag had got admission in a college in the city. His mother and sister lived in Delhi. Not wanting his son to live by himself, Jignesh had rented the apartment across from ours and had moved in with his son.
Pretty soon, we became good friends, and our two families would spend considerable time together — going out for dinners, both of them coming over to our place for dinner, and the like.
Chirag was a hormonal, horny 18-year-old and we would often catch him staring at Sam with a hungry look in his eyes. He clearly had a massive crush on Sam and would often blush and stammer whenever he spoke to her. In him, Sam and I saw a way to fill the void Dara had left in our sex life.
Father and son had come over for dinner at our place and Chirag was helping Sam in the kitchen, not wanting to miss any chance to be alone with her. Jignesh and I were sitting on the lounge in the living room, sipping wine.
“What are you guys doing next weekend?” Jignesh asked, wanting to broach the topic while his son wasn’t around.
“Nothing planned as far as I know, why?” I asked, curious.
“Chirag turns 19 next Saturday. He loves fishing. My friend has a farm about an hour’s drive from here. There’s a river that flows alongside the farm and my friend offered me the chance to spend a fishing weekend there with Chirag. I was wondering if you and Sam would like to join us. He has really taken to both of you and having you at his birthday weekend getaway will be a nice present for him.”
“We would love to join,” I said, “Will have to plan an appropriate birthday gift for the young man.” I added glancing in the direction of the kitchen where Chirag was looking over Sam’s shoulder as she did something, his body pressed against her back. I could have bet he had a hardon pressed against my wife’s butt.
The thought of it had my own cock twitching in my pants.
“The two of you joining us will be present enough” Jignesh said, bringing me back to the present.
Sam and Chirag started setting the dining table shortly thereafter. Chirag’s cheeks were beet red. I wondered just how far he had gone in copping a feel while they were in the kitchen.
Knowing her, Sam would have played innocent, acting as if she didn’t notice anything while enjoying the attention and sexual tension.
That night, we had mind-blowing sex thanks to Chirag. As we started undressing, Sam started telling me how Chirag was apparently curious about how she made her fruit salad and insisted on watching her make it over her shoulder. His erection pressing against her butt, he had been staring down the deep V neck of her top all the while and she had teased him by moving just enough so his cock rubbed against her ass crack and bending forward to give him a better view down her top.
Then she had turned letting her breasts rub against his chest and felt his erection on her belly.
“He had no idea I knew how turned on he was or that I was teasing him deliberately,” she said giggling while I nibbled on her nipple.
I was so turned on that I imagined Chirag while I fucked her — our first time having sex in over a month. As we lay cuddling naked, I told her about Jignesh’s invitation.
“Any ideas for a birthday present?” I asked kissing her forehead as she drew circles in my chest hair.
“I know the perfect gift,” she said looking up at me, a wicked twinkle in her eyes.
“Great minds think alike,” I said kissing her.
On Friday evening, we drove down to Jignesh’s friend’s farm for Chirag’s birthday. We had packed individual tents for all of us wanting to have a nature camping experience.
We pitched the tents in such a way that father’s and son’s tents were farthest apart, my tent and Sam’s between them.
After fishing and playing in the river till darkness set in, we started a fire and unpacked the sandwiches we had packed from home.
The four of us sat around the fire talking for a few hours after dinner. Eventually, we decided to call it a day and sleep in the next morning.
“When are you planning on the ‘happy birthday’ thing?” I asked Jignesh as we headed towards the tents.
“I am going to pretend that I have forgotten,” he said with a chuckle and only wish him in the evening when we return from fishing.
I promised we would also act as if we didn’t know it was his birthday.
I wished him good night and watched him enter his tent before giving Sam a thumbs-up sign and going into mine.
At the stroke of midnight, I had joined Sam outside her tent and the two of us had tiptoed to Chirag’s. He was fast asleep. Sam stripped naked and lay down next to Chirag while I hid out of sight.
“Happy Birthday Chirag,” Sam whispered in his ears, waking him up with a start.
“How does turning 19 feel?” she added letting him see that she was naked next to him. Chirag gulped, his eyes going wide. “Ready for your birthday present?” She said reaching between his legs and rubbing his erection over his shorts.
Chirag was taken aback by the sudden turn of events but greedily rubbed his cock against her hand, a soft moan escaping his mouth.
“Do you have a girlfriend Chirag? You are 19 so you must have done this before no?” she asked continuing to stroke him but guiding his hand to her naked breast. He shook his head ‘no’.
“I am scared what if I am not able to make her happy…” he said, his voice barely a hoarse whisper
“Would you like me to show you how to make a woman happy?” she said sliding her hand inside his boxers, “Consider it your birthday present. You can practice by fucking me if you want to.”
When he said nothing, she leaned in and kissed his lips. At the same time, she guided his hand between her legs to the warmth of her naked pussy.
He gasped as he felt her wetness and started rubbing her clit tentatively. Emboldened by the moan she let out, he slipped a finger inside her, groaning as he felt her tightness.
Their mouths were locked against each other, and he was sucking on her tongue hungrily while she stroked his cock.
“You are a natural Chirag,” she groaned, “Do you like me?” she asked him when they broke the kiss. He nodded ‘yes.’ not trusting his voice.
“You make me so wet. Do you feel my wetness on your finger?” again, he nodded ‘yes’. She smiled shyly, “want to taste that wetness? Uncle says it is delicious.”
His eyes went wide, “Can I aunty? I mean, not my fingers… I mean…”
“Awe,” she said laying him on his back and getting on top, “I know exactly what you mean birthday boy.” Positioning her pussy above his mouth, she bent forward, wrapping her mouth around his cock.
Chirag groaned in pleasure, grabbed her butt and pulled her down, wrapping his mouth around her pussy. He licked her folds, his tongue exploring her slit, his nose nuzzling her clit.
Sam moaned, her body trembling as she felt his wet, warm tongue lap at her sensitive skin. She moved her hips, grinding her pussy against his face, feeling his tongue enter her.
She rode his face, her hips moving in a steady rhythm, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as the pleasure built. She moaned and cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm hit, her pussy gushing juices into Chirag’s mouth.
He swallowed every drop, his tongue working her pussy, licking her clean.
When she finally came down from her high, she rolled off him.
“WOW! Aunty!” Chirag said licking his lips, “Uncle is right…you are so delicious. Can I have some more?”
“Anything you want birthday boy,” she said spreading her legs and guiding his face between them, “as long as I get the first load of your cum in my pussy.”
Not believing his luck, Chirag spread her legs and started licking her again.
His tongue was rough and enthusiastic, lapping at her pussy, his saliva mixing with her juices. Sam moaned and pushed her pussy harder against his mouth, his tongue flicking her clit, his nose nuzzling her folds. She ground her hips, fucking his face, her breath coming in short gasps.
“Oh god, yes, Chirag,” she cried out, her hands in his hair, pulling him closer. “Eat my pussy, birthday boy. Make me cum again. Fuck my pussy with your tongue.”
He ate her pussy for two straight hours, and Sam fed him three more squirting orgasms. Her body was exhausted, and she had to make him stop.
“Best birthday gift ever Aunty!!!” he said beaming, his face covered with her juices, “thank you!”
“Birthday boy, you sure have a talented tongue. But your main birthday gift is yet to come. How would you like to fuck me?” she asked, panting, “I would love to feel your cum inside me.”
Chirag eagerly crawled up her body, his cock standing tall and proud, eager to enter her.
Sam spread her legs wide and guided his cock to her entrance. He pushed in slowly, his cock stretching her pussy walls, filling her completely.
“Fuck, Aunty, you’re so tight,” Chirag groaned as he bottomed out.
“You like that, baby?” Sam cooed, her hands on his hips, guiding him to move. “You like my tight pussy? I want you to fuck it hard, birthday boy,” Sam moaned, her hips already moving in a slow grind against his cock.
Chirag nodded, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and lust. He began to move, slowly at first, but with growing confidence and enthusiasm. His hips moved with a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of Sam’s pussy with a wet, sucking sound.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck Auntie’s pussy,” Sam encouraged, her voice thick with desire.
Chirag picked up the pace, his hips slapping against Sam’s ass with a loud smack. He was groaning and panting, his body glistening with sweat as he fucked Sam with increasing urgency.
“I am going to cum Aunty,” Chirag groaned, struggling to hold on as his balls ached for release.
Sam’s pussy was gripping his cock like a vice, her inner walls milking him for every drop of cum he had.
“Yes, baby, I want to feel you cum inside me,” Sam moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts with equal vigor.
Chirag’s body tensed as his orgasm hit. With a loud groan, his cock pulsed, releasing his load deep inside Sam. She moaned in satisfaction as he collapsed on top of her, panting, his cock still throbbing inside her. They stayed locked together for a few moments, their bodies slick with sweat and their breathing ragged.
“Fuck, Aunty, that was amazing,” Chirag said, finally breaking the silence.
“Yeah, it was,” Sam agreed, her voice breathless. “You are no longer a virgin, congratulations.”
“Best birthday gift ever!” he gushed, kissing her mouth.
“You are welcome sweety,” Sam replied, kissing him back, “happy birthday.”
“I must thank my favorite part of your body too.” he said his eyes twinkling with mischief as he inched down her body.
Sam’s breath hitched as she realized what he wanted. She spread herself open for him, her pussy glistening with her juices and his cum.
Chirag moaned appreciatively at the sight of her. “Thank you beautiful,” he said kissing her pussy, “you are the sweetest thing I have ever tasted.”
With that, he buried his face in her pussy, his tongue darting out to lick her from ass to clit. Sam cried out, her hips bucking off the ground as he devoured her pussy.
“Fuck, Chirag. That feels amazing.” She could feel his tongue licking up every drop of cum that was leaking out of her pussy. He was slurping and moaning, his nose buried in her pussy, his hands gripping her hips tight.
“Your pussy is so sweet, Aunty,” he mumbled between licks, “I could eat it all night.”
Sam smiled, her fingers tangled in his hair, pushing his face harder against her cunt. By the time she came, he was hard again and creamed her pussy a second time, before going back to eating her out.
She could hear birds starting to chirp outside and the sky had started changing color, but Chirag was still going strong. He had licked and fucked her repeatedly throughout the night.
“I have to go back to my tent Chirag,” Sam groaned as he plowed her pussy, “Uncle and your dad will be waking up.”
“Just one last time Aunty,” she groaned, “I am so close.”
She was on her hands and knees and could feel his balls slapping against her with every thrust.
Her tits were swinging beneath her, her nipples hard and erect. A few minutes later, he came, filling her pussy with his cum — she’d lost count how many times.
“Any man who can fuck like that deserves a reward,” Sam said as Chirag pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their mixed juices and collapsed next to her. “You are welcome to fuck me whenever you want to.” she added.
“Can we do it every day after Uncle goes to work?” he asked perking up, “we could have fun all day long.”
“What about college lover boy?” she asked ruffling his hair as she stood up and started gathering her discarded clothes. His face fell.
“Tell you what,” she said, putting her clothes on , “why don’t you come over after college?”
“Yeah, I can do that,” he said, “but please don’t tell dad, he will get mad, even though I am an adult and can take my own decisions.”
“I promise,” she said. Walking up to him, she kissed his lips and then the tip of his cock, “now get up and get dressed.”
“Can we do it again tonight, Aunty?” he begged.
“It will be hard to get away from Uncle two nights in a row lover boy,” she said caressing his face, “as much as I enjoyed last night and want more, you have to remember, I am married.”
Chirag looked crestfallen.
“Let me talk to Uncle. Maybe he will understand. But no promises.”
Sam smiled and left. I had watched the whole thing standing outside his tent and cum three times myself. I couldn’t believe he could go all night. He was like a man possessed.
Sam and I made love when we returned to our tent. Around 10 am, we all met by the river as agreed. Jignesh had driven to the nearby town and brought food for the day. After breakfast, we headed to a different part of the river to fish.
Chirag was still a bit awkward around me, but Sam was playful and touchy with him. She’d pat his back, rub his shoulders, and even twirl a strand of his hair around her finger while laughing at something he said.
By noon, we hadn’t had much luck and decided to take a break for lunch. After lunch, Chirag wanted to go fishing again to the place we had fished the previous evening. Jignesh said he was tired and wanted to just relax. I said I would keep him company.
“In any case, it’s Sam that’s the fishing enthusiast. She can go with him, if you are ok with it.” I said to Jignesh, he had no problems.
He opened a bottle of wine and the two of us sat by the river sipping wine while Sam and Chirag started walking away with their fishing poles.
“I have good news and maybe bad news Chirag,” Sam said once they were out of earshot.
“We can’t do it tonight right?” he said sounding dejected, “I knew it.”
“I didn’t say that,” she said as they reached the fishing spot and set their gear down. “I said I had good news, right? We can do it again tonight. I can’t have enough of a stud like you lover boy.”
“Really?” Chirag said excitedly and threw his arms around Sam, kissing her all over her face till their lips finally met. They kissed passionately, their bodies pressed together, their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths.
“I still can’t believe I am going to fuck you again,” Chirag said in between kisses, his hands squeezing her ass, pulling her against his hard cock, “can’t wait to taste your pussy again Aunty.”
“Hold on tiger,” she said, pushing him away playfully, “I also said I have not so good news also remember?”
Confusion and worry filled Chirag’s face, “What is it Aunty?”
“I talked to Uncle and surprisingly he understands. I told him I had the best sex of my life with you when I went to wish you happy birthday at midnight. He was upset at first, but then he came around. He was ok with us doing it again tonight too since it’s your birthday and denying you a birthday wish wouldn’t be fair.”
“Then what’s the problem Aunty?” Chirag asked, looking even more confused.
“He said I am his wife and if I was going to have sex with someone else, he wanted to be present too.” Sam said.
“What! No way!” Chirag said, “I can’t have sex in front of Uncle.”
“Don’t worry darling,” Sam cooed, pulling him close and kissing him, “I promise you will enjoy it even more than you did last night. He might even join us. Trust me, it’s fun.”
Chirag didn’t look so sure. She reached between his legs and started stroking him. “Now don’t be like that Chirag,” she said, “just trust me, ok?”
“Ok Aunty,” he said starting to go hard.
“Now do you just want to stand here, or do you want to cast your line in my pond?” She asked, starting to strip, “how about we do it in the river?”
Chirag gulped eagerly, watching Sam’s clothes fall to the ground. “Fuck yeah, Aunty,” he said, his cock already hard in his pants.
Sam waded into the river, the water coming up to her hips. She turned to look at Chirag, her tits bobbing in the water. “Take off your clothes, Chirag,” she said, smiling, “and come join me. When we go back, you can honestly tell your dad you cast your line in the river.” she said giggling.
The two fucked in the river and then on the riverbank. The sun was setting when Sam said they should be heading back, or his dad will get worried and come looking for them.
“Just one more time Aunty,” he said into her pussy that he had been licking hungrily, “cum in my mouth just one more time, please.”
“I will tonight, I promise,” she said pushing his face off her pussy, “you can have as much honey as you want tonight.”
I joined them that night and both of us fucked Sam throughout the night. She kept cumming like a faucet and Chirag couldn’t have enough of her cum, drinking every drop every time she came.
After we got back home, Chirag would join us in bed whenever his dad went to Delhi to visit his wife and daughter, or when he was out of town on work. The price I had to pay for the best part of our sex life up to that point was that he also spent his afternoons and evenings fucking Sam in our bed while his dad and I were both at work.
I often returned home to sounds of grunts and moans from the bedroom. I didn’t mind catching him devouring my wife’s pussy or fucking her senseless. I’d be rock hard by the time he went home, and we’d end up having mind-blowing sex.
“But you promised you’d take me with you on your second honeymoon, and we would do it every day for a whole week.” Chirag complained, looking at Sam with a pout.
“I know sweetheart, and I will make it up to you, when we get back, I promise,” she said apologetically.
Bill had invited us to the US on our anniversary. He had said he had a business idea to discuss, and the trip could double up as our second honeymoon. We had just told Chirag and he wasn’t a happy camper.
We were jetlagged for the first couple days in the US and didn’t do much. Our anniversary was that weekend and Bill had invited us over to his place for dinner on Friday night.
We arrived around 7 pm, both of us dressed casually. Bill answered the door, dressed in a shirt and jeans, looking every bit the successful businessman he was. He greeted us warmly and led us inside.
“I must say, you both look great.” Bill said shaking my hand and kissing Sam on the cheek, his eyes lingering on Sam’s cleavage.
“Come on in and make yourself at home, I have opened a bottle of wine already,” he said ushering us into the living room where a bottle of wine and three glasses were already on the coffee table.
“Thanks Bill,” I said sitting down on the couch. Sam sat next to me, her thigh touching mine.
“So, how has the trip been so far?” Bill asked pouring the wine.
“It’s been good, a bit of jetlag but we are getting used to it,” I replied.
“Your bags are in the car, right?” We nodded. He called out to someone to get our bags from the car and leave them in the guest room.
“Feel free to use the rest room if you want to, while I quickly go and check on the food.” Bill said getting up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen.
“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” Sam asked, “I am still a bit jetlagged and a shower can’t hurt.”
“Not at all,” he said, “come let me show you to your room.” I got up and followed them as he led us up the stairs to our room. Our bags had already been left there. “There’s a bathrobe in the bathroom if you need it,” Bill said, giving Sam a lingering look. “I’ll leave you to shower. Just come down whenever you’re ready. Food should be ready by then. Come on Amal, we can discuss business while the lady showers.”
I followed him down and we settled on the couch again sipping our wine.
“I don’t believe in beating around the bush, so I will come straight to the point,” he said after taking a sip. “You have had great success in India, but I am a greedy businessman. I want us to go global, starting with the US. I will invest whatever it takes. What do you think?”
“That sounds wonderful, Bill” I said excited at growing the business. “I have been thinking along the same lines, but our profits right now didn’t allow it. Going international now, especially in the US, will require significant capital.”
“I am glad to hear you have been thinking about expansion too Amal.” he said, “Starting with the US also makes sense since I am here to take care of the local logistics. This will be your second base, and we will see more of each other, since you will have to come down at least once or twice a year.”
I nodded in agreement, “That’s a great idea, Bill. I am excited about this opportunity.”
Bill smiled, “But there’s a catch.”
He took another sip of his wine, his eyes never leaving mine. “I hope you realize what a lucky man you are.” He said.
“I do,” I said nodding, “Not everyone who starts a business right out of college gets a backer like I got and not everyone tastes success that young.”
“You are right, but I didn’t mean that. I meant I hope you realize how lucky you are to have found a wife like Sam.”
“Yes, I did hit the jackpot with her,” I said smiling. He had no idea how spot on he was. Wives of most cucks live their entire lives unaware of their husband’s tendencies. To find a wife as gorgeous as Sam, who actually compliments and feeds a cuck husband’s desires is truly rare.
“Yes, you did,” Bill said, “I was just as lucky with my wife, but I was a fool at your age. I was too busy working believing there was an entire life to enjoy life with my wife. In the blink of an eye, I was 50 and life had breezed past. Then she succumbed to cancer, and it was only then I realized how lucky I was and how foolish I was to have thrown away that luck.” He paused, taking a sip of wine.
“But since you mentioned a backer, do you know why I decided to back your venture? Yes, you had a good product and a novel business idea. But those are dime a dozen. I had three proposals the day I met you. Do you know why I decided on you?”
I shook my head.
“I did my research. I knew your father could have easily funded your venture and even offered to. That you had chosen to strike it out on your own and declined his offer told me you had the determination to win the hard way. That you were willing to do whatever it took. I invested in the fire that I saw in you. I also realized that a kid that refuses his dad’s money is not going to take his advice either. That’s why I offered to be a partner, so you had the benefit of experience guiding you.”
“Thank you.”
“When I saw Sam at your wedding, I felt a stirring I haven’t felt in years. I invited you over for your honeymoon hoping to spend more time around her, but you guys had other plans. Now that you are here, I don’t want to miss what is possibly my last chance.” He said setting his wine down on the table between us.
“Last chance at what? Are you ok?”
“Yes, I am fine, but you never know about life do you? This could be my last chance to fuck a woman, and I really want it to be your wife. I have been itching to fuck her ever since I first saw her at your wedding. You can have all the money you need to grow the business in exchange for her body.”
I was speechless, frozen in shock.
“I hope you make the smart decision for your business,” he said getting off the couch. “I am going to join her in the shower and fuck her brains out. If you decide you don’t want to grow your business, stop me before I reach the bathroom.”
I couldn’t move. I just sat there watching him climb the stairs, taking his shirt off. I was frozen till I heard Sam’s moans and made my way up the stairs.
When I opened the bedroom door, I could see the two of them in the shower. His hands were below both her thighs and had lifted a leg off the bathroom floor. She was bouncing on his thick black cock, her pussy lips wide open. Her back was arched, and she was holding on to the shower head groaning and moaning like an animal in heat, her body covered in soap suds.
Bill was fucking her from behind, his hips slamming into hers with a loud slapping sound, water cascading over their bodies, steam rising from their hot flesh. He was grunting and panting, his body glistening with sweat, his cock buried deep inside her.
“Oh fuck yes, Bill,” she moaned, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around his cock.
He started drilling into her like a steam engine, his body barreling towards a release. I could see the veins on his forearms bulging as he grasped her hips tighter, his cock plunging in and out of her with rapid, powerful thrusts.
Sam was moaning uncontrollably, her eyes rolled back in her head, her body writhing and trembling as pleasure coursed through her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed, her nails digging into his broad shoulders. “Give it to me, Bill, cum in me!”
She was so turned on, her body so sensitive, that the slightest touch sent her over the edge.
Her pussy convulsed around his cock, spasming wildly as her orgasm rocked her body. She let out a high-pitched scream, her lips clamping around Bill’s tongue as she came all over his cock.
Bill plunged all the way into her depths and stiffened. He started jerking, his cock pulsing wildly as he came, filling her pussy with his seed. He held her tight against him, his body shuddering as his orgasm continued, his hot cum filling her, dripping out of her and down her thighs.
Sam turned around and wrapped her legs around him, her body trembling from her own release, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking his cock for every last drop of cum. They stayed locked together for a few moments, their bodies slick with soap and sweat and their cum, their breaths ragged and their hearts pounding.
His cock still buried inside her, he led her out of the bathroom. Both noticed me as he led her to the bed, smiling at me for having made the decision he wanted me to make.
He didn’t pull out as he laid her on her back on the bed. Instead, he started moving in and out of her again. Sam sighed, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. She looked up at me; her eyes glazed over with lust and pleasure.
“Come here, Amal,” she said, her voice breathy.
I shed my clothes in a hurry. I was rock hard and positioned my cock at her mouth. Sam took me in without hesitation, her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue swirling around it. She sucked me hard, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue licking my shaft. I could feel Bill’s cock sliding in and out of her pussy, the sound of his balls slapping against her filling the room.
“Fuck, that feels amazing,” I groaned, my hands gripping her hair, guiding her head up and down my cock. Bill was grunting and thrusting into her, his hips slapping against her ass. I could feel his cock through the thin wall of her pussy, the sensation driving me wild.
All three of us came at the same time, screaming in pleasure, our bodies convulsing, our orgasms tearing through us like wildfire.
Bill’s cum filled Sam’s pussy for the second time, and she came hard, her pussy clenching around his cock, her juices squirting out and dripping down her thighs. I groaned as I emptied my load down her throat, her tongue licking every drop of cum from my cock.
We lay there in a heap of tangled limbs and sweaty bodies, our breaths ragged, our hearts pounding in our chests.
“Fuck, that was the biggest cock I have ever seen,” Sam said, her voice breathless, “I didn’t think it would fit in my pussy. Do you think it will fit in my ass?” Sam asked, her eyes glazed with lust and her voice a delicious growl of pleasure.
Bill’s eyes lit up. “Only one way to find out but you will have to help me get hard again,” he groaned, pulling his limp cock out of her and moving up her body. I got between Sam’s legs and started licking her pussy as Bill fed her his cock to suck. I licked her juices mixed with Bill’s cum, my tongue sliding over her clit. She moaned around Bill’s cock, her hips moving against my mouth.
“Fuck, Amal, you are a good cuckold husband,” Bill groaned, looking down at Sam sucking his cock. “Your wife knows how to please a man. You should be proud.”
Sam lifted her head off Bill’s cock, her eyes glazed with lust. “I love my husband and will do anything for him” she said, her voice breathy.
Bill chuckled, “Yes, that’s exactly why I am letting you have your way with me.”
It didn’t take too long for his cock to star stirring in her mouth. She was sucking him like a pro, knowing exactly how to pleasure a man. She pulled her mouth off him, her lips glistening with his saliva and her spit.
Sam guided Bill’s cock to her puckered asshole, coating it in her spit. She rubbed the head around her tight hole, teasing herself and Bill. He groaned, the sound echoing in the room as he pushed into her.
She pushed back, feeling the head of his cock pop into her ass. They both moaned in pleasure. He was big, it took him forever to bury his cock all the way into her ass. Sam was moaning and panting, her ass stretched wide by his cock, her pussy throbbing with need. Bill was looking down at her, his face a mask of concentration and lust, his body shiny with sweat. His cock was a thick, dark column disappearing into her ass, only the root showing above her ass crack.
“Your ass is so tight, Sam,” he groaned, his hips starting to move. Sam moaned, her hips moving with the rhythm of Bill’s.
I watched Bill fuck my wife’s ass mesmerized at his enormity stretching her to the limit.
Her pussy was dripping wet, a mix of her juices and his cum and I resumed licking her, Bill’s cock inches from my mouth moving in and out of Sam’s ass.
The taste of his cum and her pussy was driving me crazy. I was devouring her, my tongue licking everything, her clit, her pussy lips, her everything.
Sam was moaning and writhing, her hips moving with Bill’s thrusts, her ass clenching his cock, her pussy clenching around my tongue. She pulled her mouth off his cock and screamed, “Fuck, Amal, you are making me cum again!”
Her body convulsed, her pussy gushing juices into my mouth and all over my face.
I hungrily lapped it up, my tongue furiously working her clit.
Bill groaned, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock pistoning in and out of her tight hole. Sam’s body was covered in a sheen of sweat, her breasts heaving, her nipples hard and erect. She was a vision of raw, unadulterated sex and I was eating it up.
“Fuck, Bill, I can’t take it anymore!” Sam screamed, her body convulsing as another orgasm hit her.
And then Bill screamed, arching his back, his huge cock buried deep in her ass, pumping her full of his cum.
“Fuck, that ass,” he groaned, a shudder running through him as he slowed his thrusts.
He spent the entire weekend in the guest room. The three of us were a tangle of sweat-soaked naked bodies and twisted sheets. His cock seemed to be insatiable, taking my wife multiple times a day in various positions and in every hole she had.
He was a beast in bed, a master at pleasing a woman. Sam was a mess, a writhing, moaning, groaning, screaming, cumming mess that drove him even wilder. I watched from the sidelines, my cock rock hard, my balls aching for release.
I was allowed to touch her when he was done with her, to lick her clean, to suck his cum out of her pussy and ass.
To my surprise, I found that I loved every minute of it. I loved the taste of his cum in her, loved the feeling of her body convulsing around me as I licked her clean. I loved the way she would moan and squirm, her body still sensitive from his rough fucking.
On Monday morning, I drove to the city and checked out of the hotel. I drove our luggage back to Bill’s place. When I left, he was fucking her and when I returned three hours later, he was still fucking her.
We spent the rest of our time in the US in his house. By the time we left for the airport, he had fucked her in every room, in every position, and in every hole. He had come inside her multiple times, filling her with his seed. She had taken it all, her body aching from his rough fucking.
A month after our return home, when I returned home one day, Sam said Kamal had called. He had finished his course and was returning to India, hoping to recreate the magic of our honeymoon.
He had found a girl in UK, and she would be arriving as soon as her passport and visa came through. He even hinted at a swap letting me fuck her while he fucked Sam without me present.
“Bill also called today” I told Sam, “He’s coming down next month for your birthday. Said his cock has a lot of gifts he wants to give you.”
Sam blushed and bit her lower lip, a playful smile on her face. “Bill, Chirag and Kamal… how are we going to manage all three?” She asked, a worried look on her face.
“Can you think of a better birthday present than all of them together?” I asked kissing her.
“I will die, they are all insatiable animals,” she said mock complaining, “I can barely keep up with you and one of them together.”
“That’s the point, isn’t it?” I said, a smirk on my face.
Bill had loved the idea of an orgy as her birthday present. Chirag wasn’t sure but was up for experiencing the first orgy of his life. Kamal would be arriving the previous evening, so it would be a surprise for him.
For the 24 hours of her birthday, she had at least one cock in at least one hole except when she needed to pee.
That was just over a month ago. She had missed her periods, and we both knew what that meant. The doctor had just confirmed what we both suspected. Sam was pregnant.
What we didn’t know was whose sperm had won the race on her birthday. We didn’t care and every single one of the probable breeders had been overjoyed at the news. Clearly, they didn’t care either. All they cared about was that nothing changes and they still get to fuck her, even after the baby is born.
We wouldn’t have it any other way.
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imagine my girl Mukti instead of Sam, it’s feel good to read.
enjoyed a lot.
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