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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby \u2014 an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please\u00a0write to me<\/a>\u00a0and the pictures will be taken down \u2014 no questions asked. <\/em>
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Life has a way of corrupting even the most principled and moral among us. If not temptation, the corruption happens as a result of a situation or circumstances.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When dreams shatter and well thought out plans go awry, life twists us in unimaginable ways. Sometimes, things take a turn for the worse — resulting in crimes or some other form of personal disaster. At other times, it can bring us to a crossroads with an impossible moral (and sexual) choice, like it did with Bidisha…<\/p>\n\n\n

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A 28 years old mother of a 10-month-old child, Bidisha is nothing if not a confident woman. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Standing at a dainty 5′ 2″, what she lacks in height, she more than makes up through force of personality. She was always an intelligent go-getter who lived her life on her terms, to her moral code, with her value systems.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today, she runs an IT consulting firm and knows what she wants — in both her professional and family lives. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

An alpha-woman if there was one, it wouldn’t be wrong to say that Bidisha is the dominant partner, even in her marriage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just Bidisha’s eyes can turn men on. Endowed with a curvy figure and a generous bust — swollen even more now that she is lactating after her pregnancy — Bidisha oozes sensuality and knows how to use it to her advantage.<\/p>\n\n\n

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A smile here, a look there, a dropped pallu giving a glimpse of cleavage, see-through chiffon sarees worn low on the waist giving an erotic, veiled view of her navel and voluptuous, curvy belly — these are her weapons of male-destruction, if and when she needs the extra ammunition. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She enjoys the agony she puts men through with her body. A shortish woman herself, she finds tall men attractive (she associates height with dick size) and does a fair share of teasing and flirting whenever she is in the presence of men she finds attractive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, harmless flirting aside, she is fiercely loyal to her husband and marriage. She and her husband often discuss and laugh over the discomfort of men at work, and perfect strangers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Till recently, they used it the way many couples use porn — to spice up their bedroom life. Her husband is fully aware of the effect his wife’s body and sensuality has on men around her, and is not-so-secretly turned on by it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bidisha has no idea that husband is a closet cuckold. He imagines other men with his beautiful wife, imagines her in gangbang orgies with strangers and even fantasizes about strangers breeding her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He clearly remembers the night their child was conceived. They got home from a party attended by a few foreign delegates from her client’s company. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few of the guys danced with her, pushing the limits of decency and her husband had aching balls by the time they got home.<\/p>\n\n\n

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He creamed her pussy twice that night, each time imagining it was one of the tall hung black guys at the party breeding his beautiful curvy wife, while he watched. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He imagined her letting the black guy how well he was fucking her and begging for his load deep inside her womb to fertilize her eggs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Blissfully ignorant of his fantasies for her, Bidisha was — till recently — a happy, content woman, wife and mother, secure in life and enjoying her youth, beauty and body with the man she loved and the child who meant the world to her.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Her marriage was a fairytale for the first couple years. With her pregnancy, things started to change. On the sexual front, frequency and intensity reduced to 2-3 times a month. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Both husband and wife had other priorities and adjusted to the reduced sex. However, hormones during the sexual prime can play tricks in unexpected ways — domestic frustration and quarrels increased and disagreements on even small stuff was causing stress and straining the relationship. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Life started to center around the soon-to-be-born child and her pregnancy became the glue holding the family together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After the child was born, the past magic never returned. Life, if anything, took a turn for the worse. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

With Brexit and a change in the US government, there was growing uncertainty in the market. Business was tough and the Indian IT market had turned to dog-eat-dog ruthlessness. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

First with her pregnancy, and then because the child became her priority, Bidisha hadn’t been able to devote as much time to the business as she did earlier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before long, the business was on the brink of a financial crisis, but letting it go wasn’t an option. The income mattered more now with a child than it did before. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Her husband had a good job, but his income alone wouldn’t be enough to support the demands of a growing family, or the mortgage on the new home they had invested in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She threw herself head-first into salvaging a sinking ship but had little or no success even after months of relentless effort. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her body had gone from slightly curvy to voluptuous and as a last-ditch desperate effort, she had invested in raising the erotic quotient of her wardrobe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She avoided wearing a bra on days she felt she needed to charm a potential client. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Conservative blouses were replaced by string blouses and ‘cholis’ that were knotted either in the front or back with special padding around the nipples to safeguard against accidental lactation. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Necklines dropped by a further inch or two, sarees were worn so low that they barely covered her pussy mound. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The only impact of all this change on her husband was that it made him fantasize even more about other men enjoying her body and even inseminating her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the business front, nothing she tried had worked. The crisis had only grown and she had spent many nights crying, husband and wife discussing bleak scenarios, limited options and imminent disaster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The opportunity, when it came, seemed too good to be true. It had come from an associate known to her husband. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A young US-based investor of Indian origin — who had also invested in the company her husband worked for — had expressed an interested in investing in an IT firm in India. His boss had told him about Bidisha’s business and he had seemed genuinely interested.<\/p>\n\n\n

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A number of emails and conference calls later, what seemed like a shot in the dark had turned into a very real prospect — the only one — of saving her business and possibly her family. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She now had to make a trip to the US to seal the deal and was at her first crossroad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“But one month is too long,” Bidisha protested when her husband suggested she should give it her best shot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Maybe it won’t take that long,” he suggested.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“He said that’s the minimum,” she added shaking her head, “there will be his partners to meet, multiple presentations to the group, negotiations and working out the modalities. The only way it would end sooner is if they backed out. Besides, I don’t want to leave both of you here for that long. What if you have to travel on work? I just can’t…” she had her head in her hands and saw the opportunity slipping out of her hands. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her husband had to do a lot of convincing before she had finally agreed to make the trip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Good morning,” she said as she entered his office and turned to close the door behind her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

WOW! was all he could think as he looked up from the laptop. He had researched her and her business. The video calls over before she made the trip had confirmed what he had already learned — that she was a gorgeous and driven woman, but he wasn’t prepared for the walking erotica before him.<\/p>\n\n\n

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She had her back turned to him as she closed the door and he couldn’t help the stirring in his pants. She had on a backless blouse that you tie around the back and obviously no bra on. He couldn’t see a bra strap — and it would have been impossible to hide it with what she had on. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her saree was worn so low that if she had worn it any lower, her ass crack would have shown above it. She was by no means skinny but her curves were sensuous. And by the time she turned, walked up to his desk and sat down, he knew he wanted her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He didn’t care that she was married or mother of a child. She was a woman he absolutely HAD <\/strong><\/em>to get her in his bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He somehow made it through the initial presentation she had prepared and they discussed her business for close to two hours. He was only half listening, lost partly in her eyes, partly in her gorgeous smile and a lot in the heaven her flimsy sleeve-less blouse contained. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He knew her child was less than an year old, so he guessed she was probably still lactating. The thought fueled his growing erection and he was too preoccupied with mentally undressing and devouring her to pay much attention to the business discussion they were supposed to be having.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was glad he had told her a month (at least). He just knew he would be seeing her every single day in his new mission of seducing her.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Over lunch, they talked about life beyond work — both hers and his. He knew most of her professional story from the research he had done and she filled in some of the personal details about her interests and family. He shared about his passion for music — singing and drums — and she said she hoped to see him perform someday. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He realized one thing by the time she returned to her hotel that evening. Seduction would not work. Her loyalty, love and commitment to her husband were evident in every other sentence she spoke. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The fact that she was here itself was to save the family and business. He would have to find some other way — and he would — because there was no way she was going back to India without spending at least one night (hopefully many nights) in bed feeding him her milk and taking load after load from him in all her holes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“He’s all muscle, and a lot more handsome than he seems in his photos,” she told her husband on the phone that night. “He’s so young. Just about our age and besides running such a successful venture capital fund, he also is a performing musician.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Looks like my wife is smitten,” he said in jest.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Chup!” she asked her husband to shut up. “You know…” she added teasing her husband, “he was practically salivating and couldn’t take his eyes off my body, so you never know.” She giggled at her own erotic humor. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“But on a serious note, I am optimistic. It was a good day — just the first of many I know. I just wish you were here. We could have celebrated in bed tonight and maybe tried for a brother for our child.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I wish Bidisha,” her husband said, “but it looks like you have your hands full with a handsome investor. Maybe invite him over to celebrate and who knows he may be willing to help with the brother for the child angle too.” he added, only partly joking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Isssshh,” Bidisha said, blushing. She would never entertain such an idea. She knew her husband liked to tease her about other men, and she found it quite arousing when he was around. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the past, talks about other men would result in in sex — but that was before she got pregnant. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It had been close to a month now since they had done it. She sighed and decided to take a cold shower to calm the stirring between her legs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The first week in the US had passed well. She had met the other two partners in the fund, had great meetings and knew all three men were professionally impressed and sexually turned on by her. <\/p>\n\n\n

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The oldest among them — who was old enough to be her father — was the most lecherous of the three, shamelessly sharing down her cleavage, navel and even licking his lips many times while he was ogling her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He seemed to be fascinated by her ass and she saw him staring at where her ass would have been every time she turned from the white board or the presentation to face them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The discussions had progressed quite well and it was now just a matter of sealing the deal. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her husband might be right after all. This might not take the whole month. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was hopeful that she might be able to return home sometime the following week and had said so to her husband on the call last night.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“We will celebrate all night when you come back and try for a second child,” he had promised. “But since you are there already, take a few days to see the place if you want to — especially if the deal is closed and funds are no longer a problem.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh…V has been showing me around everyday after work.” She replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“V?” her husband asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That’s what Vijay prefers to be called. Says everyone calls him V. He has been spending almost every evening with me, showing me around town. I have to say, he has been a perfect gentleman, unlike his partners. I wouldn’t be caught alone with either of the other two. I just don’t trust them enough. Oh I almost forgot to tell you…” she added, “he has a concert this weekend and I am invited. It’s at a resort about an hour’s drive from here.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Have fun,” her husband said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Chi!” Bidisha said outraged. “And I thought you were a gentleman!” she was fuming. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

They were supposed to be reviewing the contract papers today before leaving town in the evening for his concert tomorrow. The plan had been to explore the town on Sunday and returning on Sunday evening. Now, she was about ready to storm out of his office after he had shown his true colors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hey,” he replied raising his hands in surrender. “No compulsion. It’s your choice. Forget the deal and go back home if you want to. But this is my only request if you want to see the deal go through. You don’t have to agree. I am not forcing you.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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He had just presented one condition before giving her the contract papers to review. “I want to untie and remove your blouse and taste your milk, that’s all.” He had said. How could he! He knew she was married and had a child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I am a married woman you perv!” she glared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I know and I don’t want to marry you.” she said smiling, “it’s your choice, either way. There’s no obligation or force here.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The temptation to leave was strong. But having come so close, should she just walk away and lose it all? Last night, her husband had told her about the third notice they had received from the bank about loan arrears. They were threatening to foreclose on the house. Where would they go if that happened? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even if she sold the business, in the current market, there wasn’t much chance of getting a buyer soon. They were stuck between a rock and a hard place and had no other options. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Her heart was racing while V sat across the desk calmly, watching her heaving beasts as she fought the urge to slap him. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her mind and heart were conflicted — the mind said she had to do whatever it took to seal the deal. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It wasn’t like he had asked to have sex with her — he could have, but he hadn’t. However, the heart wouldn’t entertain the thought of shedding her clothes in front of a man other than her husband. And him sucking on her nipples and drinking her milk. My GOD, that was appalling to her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dressing sexily is different but this was outrageous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For close to fifteen minutes she fought with herself silently, her eyes burning with fury at the man across the desk. If looks could kill, he would be dead right now. And yet, she knew he could have so easily asked to sleep with her — but he hadn’t. His partners probably would have. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Even here in this indecent act, he was being somewhat dignified. All he had asked for was to remove her blouse and taste her milk. Would it be so bad? Wasn’t the bigger picture worth it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ok,” she said, finally, her voice barely a whisper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You sure?” he asked and all she could manage was to nod.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He got up from his chair and walked across to her side of the desk. Holding her shoulders, he made her stand and walked behind her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Moving her hair aside, he used the opportunity to caress her neck with his fingers. His hands moved slowly down her back, all along the edges of her blouse — the same one she had worn on the first day — till he reached the knot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You sure you want me to do this?” he asked again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Do it!” she hissed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That’s not how a lady speaks,” he said, his voice teasing her, “say please remove my blouse.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Do it, before I change my mind,” she hissed back. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was caressing her back and had pressed himself against her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She could feel his erection pressed against her ass and she involuntarily felt moisture gush between her legs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She closed her eyes, trying to overcome the sensations she was feeling. <\/p>\n\n\n

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After caressing her back for a while, as her breathing started returning to normal, he tugged at the knot and untied her blouse. Still pressed against her, he moved the blouse aside and ran his hands all over her naked back. Bidisha felt her breathing and heartbeat quicken as her pussy went wet against her will.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally, he peeled her blouse off one shoulder, his lips millimeters from her skin, making it obvious that he wanted to do more. He pulled her pallu off the other shoulder and let it drop to the floor before peeling the blouse off that shoulder too. <\/p>\n\n\n

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His hands followed the blouse and he caressed her boobs, gently cupping them before he stepped back and a step away from her — her blouse in his hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Turn around,” he commanded, and she did. There was pure lust in his eyes as he took in her naked breasts, his eyes lingering on her nipples, which were hardened partly by the air-conditioning and partly by her arousal. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Thanks,” he added, “you can leave anytime you want with the contract,” he said placing a folder on the table before her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That’s it? You don’t want to taste my milk?” she asked perplexed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Not against your will, no.” he replied, “I was just testing whether you would go that far for your business and family.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“My blouse please,” she said extending her hand, her voice cracking and shaking with a combination of arousal and shame.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“I said nothing about returning it,” he said grinning, “the deal was that you will let me remove it. This is mine now.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“NO!!!!” she said shocked, “how am I going to leave here without it?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Not my problem,” he said, sliding in his chair and smelling the blouse and kissing it where her nipple would have been. His eyes never left her breasts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Please,” she begged, “have mercy.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“So…I bet you had no intentions of attending the concert after this. Will you come and spend the weekend with me?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I can’t,” she begged, “I am married.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Can’t is better than won’t,” he said, “it means you would like to spend the weekend with me.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Please, no.” she continued begging.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ok,” he said shrugging, “like I said, you can leave whenever you want.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Please….”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Will you come?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ok, yes,” she said, tears rolling down her eyes in shame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“So, am I hearing this right…” he said, “you are voluntarily agreeing to spend the weekend with me, in my room, in my bed, having sex with me. Correct?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All Bidisha could do was nod as tears rolled down her cheeks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I can’t wait,” he said, “but how do I make sure you won’t back out after I return your blouse? How do I know you won’t complain about sexual harassment, even though whatever happened and will happen is with your consent?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I promise,” she said begging.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I need more than that,” he said, taking out his cell phone and fiddling with it. Finally, placing it on the table facing her, he said, “ask me to remove that saree also and drink your milk…while my phone records it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh God no.” she said bawling now.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“I knew it,” he said, “if you won’t even let me remove your saree now, there’s no way you are coming or having sex with me over the weekend.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I said I promise.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Prove it,” he said moving back to her and picking up her pallu from the floor, “You are already being recorded topless on my phone. What do you have to lose? I will only remove the saree and suck your tits till I taste your milk. Nothing else. I promise. I won’t ask you to get completely naked till you are in my bedroom tonight.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“There’s nothing under under the saree,” Bidisha whimpered between sobs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Again, not my problem,” he said, “I didn’t ask you not to wear any underwear. So tell me, do you want me to remove your saree now and do you promise to spend the weekend in my bed? Come on…stop crying and act like you are enjoying this. You are on camera. Smile.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wiping her tears, Bidisha nodded and attempted a weak smile. “Please remove my saree and taste my milk,” she managed to say smiling into the camera.<\/p>\n\n\n

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That’s when he pulled her pallu, undraping the saree slowly till she was standing stark naked in front of him. Walking up to her, he sat on his knees, his mouth about an inch from her pussy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You are soaking wet,” he said, smiling and looking up at her. “Your body wants it even if your morals don’t allow it.” Then, looking down at her pussy, “Hey sexiness, I can’t wait to explore you all weekend and introduce you to a new friend who lives in my pants,” he said to her pussy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He then stood up and planted hungry kisses on each of her nipples, full of lips and tongue, sucking each one for about a minute. <\/p>\n\n\n

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She moaned as her nipples involuntarily started leaking. He sucked hungrily on one nipple and then the other. Her chest was heaving and she couldn’t help grabbing him by his hair and pulling him into her breast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He devoured her till he emptied one breast and then proceeded to milk her other. She had no idea of the passage of time. Only when he let go of her nipple, her second breast also drained empty did she open her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was licking his lips. Her whole body was on fire and she wanted nothing more than to feel his cock inside her. But while her body was screaming for sex, her heart was leaden with guilt and embarrasment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“More over the weekend beautifuls,” he said to her nipples. With that, he tossed her blouse to her and turned off the camera on his phone. After she had got dressed again and turned to leave, he said to her back, “you don’t need to pack any clothes. You won’t be needing them this weekend.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The conflict in Bidisha’s mind — if she were to be entirely honest with herself — had started long before V’s indecent proposal. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over the week she had spent there, his charisma combined with the naked lust demonstrated by the other two guys had meant that Bidisha was drawn to V. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Her conversations with her husband hadn’t helped either. Every time they talked, he seemed to be pushing her into the arms of another man. She hadn’t thought much of those comments, but they do leave a subliminal impact. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The lack of sexual vibrancy in the marriage, her hormones and spending so much time — professionally and personally — with a handsome young man, were all causing sexual tension within Bidisha though she hadn’t consciously acknowledged it till now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She certainly would never have allowed herself to be seduced. However much she found V attractive, her morals and loyalty would have meant that things would have stayed at the level of harmless flirting. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still, the way he had forced her hand and cornered her today had outraged her. From the time she walked out of his office, her mind was a turmoil. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Other than her husband, he was the first man to have seen her naked — no, he was the first man to have undressed her himself. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was the first man besides her husband to have kissed her nipples.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Her husband had never even suggested tasting her milk. He was the first man to have not only tasted her milk but to have milked both her breasts till they were empty, drinking every drop of her milk — and he seemed to have enjoyed it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was the only man outside her marriage to have aroused her as much as she was aroused in his office. She’d had the option of rejecting the deal and walking out, but she hadn’t. Was it just her desperation or was there an element of her own lust and attraction to the man that had made her do what she did?<\/p>\n\n\n

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Whenever she thought of the weekend, she couldn’t help getting aroused. Was that his fault? What was done was done. What was about to happen could either be enjoyed or endured, the choice was hers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Or, she cold still reject the deal and head home, and let him do whatever he wanted with the video he had recorded — but she knew she wouldn’t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All these conflicting thoughts were coursing through her on the hour long drive to the concert venue. She was conflicted between the carnal needs of her body and her morals. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She expected the concert to be a horrible experience because of her impending sexual submission and humiliation, but she was surprised at how much she enjoyed it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The music took over and she was happy she had come over by the time the concert ended. And truth be told, she was looking forward to what the night might bring — and yet, there was the voice in her head that was nagging her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was about to betray her husband and cheat on him — and was actually looking forward to it. Could there be a greater sin?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The moment he closed the door behind them, he had grabbed her and kissed her lips hard. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

His hand had grabbed and squeezed a boob as his lips pressed on hers, his tongue prying her mouth open. <\/p>\n\n\n

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By the time their tongues met, she was soaking wet. She knew she wanted this, however much her conscience may deny it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I have wanted you from the moment I saw you,” he said breaking the kiss, “and have looked forward to this moment every single day.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In reply, she pushed him back on the bed and faced him. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Pulling her pallu off her shoulders, she reached behind her and untied her blouse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No, wait,” he said, getting off the bed and pulling her to him. He started removing her blouse, kissing and licking her inch by inch, till he had exposed one nipple. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hello beautiful,” he said, licking the tip. Closing her eyes, Bidisha moaned as an electric shock went through her body. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He licked all around her areola before taking her nipple in his mouth. He sucked her hungrily, and she found herself enjoying the experience. <\/p>\n\n\n

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After a while, he took the blouse off completely and sucked on her other nipple with just as much hunger and passion. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

His hands were undraping her saree and he smiled when he noticed she was naked under it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pushing her on the bed, he was on top of her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He kissed her hard, his hands groping and caressing her boobs first, then reaching behind to caress her ass, before spreading her legs and cupping her hungry pussy. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Bidisha moaned into the kiss as his hands returned to her breasts. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She offered him her tongue to suck as he started squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When her nipple started leaking and milk dripped onto his fingers, he broke the kiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Need some liquid energy for the rest of the night,” he said winking at her.<\/p>\n\n\n

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When he sucked her nipples, he also entered her with two fingers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She groaned and surrendered to the twin pleasures.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After draining one breast empty, he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and licked them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fuck,” he said, “I can’t decide what is tastier — your milk or your pussy juice. You are going to be feeding me a lot of both through the weekend, aren’t you?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bidisha blushed and only managed to nod ‘yes’.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After milking her other breast till it was empty, he got off the bed. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

His eyes drank in her naked beauty as he shed his clothes. When he dropped his underwear, Bidisha gasped at his massive erection. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Getting in bed, he spread her legs and started licking and kissing the inside of her legs from her toes, up to within inches of her pussy. With his mouth an inch from her, he said, “hello again sexiness, missed me?” before planting a peck on her mound. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Kissing lower and lower, he reached her opening and licked all the way down and then back up her slit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh ma… ma go,” she moaned as he opened her and licked her clitoris.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You want me to eat you?” he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes, God yes,” Bidisha groaned, all her inhibitions and guilt forgotten, the needs of her sex deprived body taking over and driving her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He ate her with a hunger she hadn’t experienced before. <\/p>\n\n\n

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He went from gentle and loving to fierce and violent, licking, sucking and biting all over her pussy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He entered her with his tongue and tongue-fucked her while his fingers continued stimulating her clit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hey bhobogan \u2026oh god….” she moaned thrusting her hips and meeting the rhythm of his tongue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“My God Bidisha, you are fucking delicious,” he said taking a break and licking his lips.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Themo na….themo na…don’t stop,” she moaned, pulling his head back into her pussy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was dripping wet and he seemed to be enjoying her nectar, eating her with a violence that drove her over the edge and she came, gushing into his mouth, her body shaking violently with her orgasm. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He had eaten her for nearly half an hour and seemed to have no intention of stopping as he are her right through her orgasm, making it last, as Bidisha cried out with pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I could eat you all night,” he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Issshhhhh,” Bidisha said, blushing between gasps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then his expression changed. Neither of them had realized that her breasts had started leaking again when she came. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Moving up, he entered her with his shaft and his mouth enveloped one leaking nipple and started sucking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Maaaaaaa……” she moaned as her breast leaked into his mouth. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He sucked on her like a baby, drinking her warm milk while his member started moving in and out of her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh fuck, you are incredible,” he said, moving up to kiss her mouth. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She tasted her own cum mixed with her milk as their tongues fought and his thrusts increased in speed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ufff,” she exclaimed once he broke the kiss and started drilling hard into her. He was much bigger and wider than her husband and filled her pussy to the brim. “Jore\u2026aro jore,” she moaned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Harder….fuck me harder….” and he did, he pounded her deep and hard. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her entire body was on fire. Her breasts were oozing milk and she kept moaning as she neared another orgasm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh, fuck, I am going to cum,” he moaned, “Oh I am going to so cum in your pussy”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh maaaa….yess….cum in me,” she screamed as her orgasm hit, “Bhetore felo.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He screamed and buried himself all the way in her before exploding. <\/p>\n\n\n

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She felt his warm cum fill and gush deep inside her. He kept fucking her for close to two minutes as spurt after spurt of his cum flowed into her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even after he was spent, he wasn’t done. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He kept his limp dick inside her and started sucking on one breast after another. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her full breasts gushed and he devoured her milk from one nipple followed by the other. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even though he had gone limp after cumming, he never pulled out and never stopped moving in her pussy. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Soon, he was hard and ready to take her again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once he was fully erect again, he turned her over, entered her doggie style. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He fucked her through another orgasm for close to fifteen minutes before he came in her pussy for a second time and collapsed on top of her.<\/p>\n\n\n

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After resting for about an hour, he led her to the shower and fucked her pussy standing up for close to half an hour before he emptied himself in her again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once out of the shower, he made her suck his cock till it was hard again and fucked her ass. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Never had she been fucked more than twice in a day and he had already taken her four times in a span just a few hours. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Totally spent and exhausted, they both finally fell asleep. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her last thought before drifting off to sleep was…”how can a man go on and on so many times!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He woke up before her and woke her up by starting to eat her. <\/p>\n\n\n

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He fucked her repeatedly throughout the day, taking breaks for food and rest, and then they fucked again throughout the night. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sunday was no different and she had lost count of the number of times he had cum and how many orgasms she had throughout the weekend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By the time they returned to the city on Sunday evening, she’d had the most incredible sexual weekend and was hungry more. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She hadn’t imagined that a man could do it so many times or make her cum so many times in a day — and couldn’t have enough. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just thinking about his massive shaft inside her made her pussy melt. <\/p>\n\n\n

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She invited him into her room and took charge this time, riding him cowgirl till they both came.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His cock sated, his hungry mouth went to work on her breasts, milking her while his fingers fucked her to another orgasm before he decided to give her some rest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As he left her in bed naked and spent, he said, “I want you for a few more weeks before we sign the deal.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fuck, yes….” she groaned before passing out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Coming to the hotel later?”, she asked the next day, as she got ready to leave at the end of day-long meetings. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

This was the same woman who had been breathing fire and fuming three days ago, and now she was inviting him over, her seductive eyes almost begging him to say yes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You go ahead,” he said looking up from his laptop. “I will pick you up in an hour or so. I have a surprise for you tonight.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It seemed like the longest hour for Bidisha as she waited for him, every inch of her body hungry for him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Where are we going?” she asked him when he finally picked her up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“My place,” he said, “that’s where the surprise is.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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Once they were inside the house, he grabbed her pallu to undrape her saree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hey,” she said stopping him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Nobody’s home,” he said, undraping her saree, “it’s just you and me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He progressively undressed her, scattering her clothes all around as he led her to a bedroom on an upper level. By the time he opened the door to the bedroom, both of them was completely naked and Bidisha’s heart was racing in anticipation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She gasped when she saw the room. At the center was a giant bed. All around it were what appeared to be chains and various devices of torture. The headboard of the bed had two padded handcuffs with one end open and the other fastened to one of the poles in the bedpost. At the opposite end, the foot board had two long silky scarves with one end fastened to the posts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What’s all this?” she asked, a hint of fear in her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Surprise,” she said and then added, “Trust me?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I won’t do anything you won’t enjoy, I promise.” He added, “Just stop me if you find something offensive or painful.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He picked her up and lay her on the bed. His cock was already rock hard with excitement and anticipation. He fastened the hand cuffs to each wrist and tied her ankles with the scarves, spreading her legs wide. Next, he covered her eyes with a blindfold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Picking up a feather from one of the tables, he ran it from her forehead to chin, then up one cheek and down the other and over her lips. He proceeded down her neck with the feather and between her breasts. Bidisha moaned when he circled one areola with the feather. She giggled when he tickled her nipples with it, and then when he tickled her belly and navel with it.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Gradually he proceeded down to her pussy and she moaned with anticipation as the feather ran up and down her opening and tickled her swollen clitoris. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Casting the feather aside, he squeezed her breasts, pumping them till she leaked milk and then proceeded to suck each nipple till she was empty. By the time he was done with her breasts, she was totally aroused and aching for his cock. He had other ideas through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He picked up a vibrator and teased her pussy with it. After a few minutes, with Bidisha moaning and wiggling he inserted it inside her. It was like he had thrown a hidden switch. She arched her back and came, screaming with pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Once her orgasm had passed completely, he ate her gushing pussy while drilling her with two fingers at the same time till she came again in his mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’re incredibly delicious Bidisha,” he said before taking her in his mouth again and resuming the eating and finger-fucking till another orgasm rocked her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

By the time he entered her, Bidisha was whimpering and panting with exhaustion.<\/p>\n\n\n

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He plowed her pussy like a mad bull in heat for close to ten minutes before his cock started throbbing inside her and he roared, emptying his seed in her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like he had done the other day, keeping his member inside her, he sucked and milked her till she was dry and he was hard again. Then he resumed fucking her with the same intensity as before, but this time he lasted much longer. She came twice before he erupted for a second time inside her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After untying her hands and legs, he let her suck his cock back to hardness. They fucked through the night, doing doggie style, cowgirl, spooning and standing. Even when they were exhausted, their need for each others’ bodies wouldn’t die. The more they fucked, the more they craved more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was only after he fell asleep that her demons returned and she cried out of guilt and shame — not regret — till she fell asleep herself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Before the month was up, he had fucked her more times than her husband had in the years that they were married. The more he fucked her, the more her need grew and she couldn’t wait for the next time. She had tried light BDSM with her husband at his request once before, but V had taken the experience to a whole different level through the month. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Sex between them ranged from sensual to rough with a generous sprinkling of BDSM and hardcore fucking — in every position, in every room, on every piece of furniture, at every time of the day and night. They had done role playing and they had played out fantasies ranging from rape to teacher-student, employee getting punished, and more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When she was alone, the demons returned and she cried. Her heart ached at the thought of facing her husband once she returned home. What would she tell him about this month of insane sex? How would she even be able to face him? And without V there, would she ever be satisfied once she was back? The conflicts tore her apart but she had no regrets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was sexually addicted to V and would do almost anything he asked her. So, when he said his partners wanted her too, she didn’t hesitate at all. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He had just handed her the signed contract papers and congratulated her, assuring her that the money would be in her bank before she reached India.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was Friday and she was set to head back to India on Sunday, and he said his partners had suggested they spend the weekend together (fucking her, she knew). <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yet, just because V had asked, she couldn’t say no.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Her pussy is off-limits guys,” he had said, when they had arrived at her hotel that evening, “that paradise is all mine.” <\/p>\n\n\n

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The three of them fucked her in every imaginable and unimaginable way. Many times through the weekend, she had a cock in her mouth and one in her ass at the same time while V was pounding her pussy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She had been eaten sore, her breasts had been milked dry repeatedly by all three men and every muscle in her body ached from the incessant fucking. She had their cum in every hole and her body was covered with their loads.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He came to the airport to see her off. She was so sore that she could barely walk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Just one last time?” he asked, winking at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hey bhobogan,” she said rolling her eyes, though they both knew she wanted it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

His partners had left late last night after having enjoyed her body to their satisfaction. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When they woke up this morning, V had fucked her twice more before they had to leave for the airport. And he still wanted more! She was flattered and knew that she wanted him too.<\/p>\n\n\n

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He took her to the toilet and into one of the stalls there. He dropped his pants and underwear down to his knees. She couldn’t believe how hard he was for her already. Lifting her saree up, he stripped off her panties.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I am keeping these as a souvenir of the last month,” he said sniffing her panties.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Tumi chusve okhane…” she said, a naughty twinkle in her eyes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

After nearly a month of fucking her multiple times everyday, he knew what that meant in Bengali. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Spreading her legs wide, he put his head inside her lifted saree and ate her standing upright till she came in his mouth. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Removing her blouse, he started sucking her and shoved his hardness inside her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

They fucked for close to an hour standing up in the bathroom stall before they both came at the same time, and he filled her one last time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She hated to leave him, and as she walked away through the security, her conflict and guilt was back. What had she gained and what had she lost? How was she going to face the man she loved with all her heart and what would she tell him about the man she craved with every inch of her body? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She watched the man — who had not just invested money and life into her business but a lot of his cum in all her holes — wave to her and turn away answering his phone, she felt some of his cum leak out of her pussy and dribble down the inside of her thighs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Hello,” he said waving to Bidisha and turning to leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“WOW!” he heard from the phone, “just WOW!!!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Watched the gangbang video I take it,” he said smiling into the phone. The airport sex he hadn’t recorded. That one would be just his and hers.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“You know I did. I have been waiting for your videos everyday since that first weekend Bidi spent with you,” her husband said into the phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I am going to miss her milk and pussy man,” V replied, “she just went through security and her flight should be taking off in an hour and a half.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Just one regret Vijay,” her husband said, “I wasn’t there to watch it in person.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Come with her when you want a third child and you can watch it all unfold and maybe more.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Third child? We have just one kid dude, though she wants another.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Your math was always poor man,” Vijay replied. “I have been fucking her every single day for the past 40 days, and she hasn’t had her period.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh,” her husband said, “you think?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I am sure,” he said smiling, “do come back for more. I sure want more of her milk and pussy.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You can count on it,” Bidisha’s husband said before disconnecting the call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby \u2014 an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please\u00a0write to me<\/a>\u00a0and the pictures will be taken down \u2014 no questions asked. <\/em>
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