Tag: adultery

The phone rang around 5.30 in the morning. It was my aunt Taiba's cell, and the ringtone was an annoying Bollywood high pitched tune. The sun had still not risen on what would be a hot August summer day, and both my aunt and I were in deep sleep."Taiba." I poked her in the butt. "Mamani! It's your cell phone.""Hmm..." Taiba murmured in her sleep.The phone continued to ring."Taiba." I put my hand under the sheets to find her buttocks again. "Wake up and get your phone.""Mmmm." Taiba once again mumbled something. Even I putting a finger in her anus didn't wake her up.We were both tired, of course. It had been a late night. The room still stank of our sweat. And of sex.I had fucked my Taiba mamani twice last night. The first time we had ended up in the missionary position, with me cumming in her hole, as she lay spread eagled. For almost half an hour we had laid in that position, with my cock buried deep inside her, my cum continuously seeping inside her. We lay together as I stroked her

Taiba paid the rickshaw driver, stepped down from the rickshaw, put the suitcase on the ground and walked up the steps to the door of the lodge. She seemed to be giddy and eager; there was a spring in her step, a swing in her big hips, and a smile on her beautiful lips. She rang the bell and was surprised to see me open the door almost instantaneously. I had been listening for the rickshaw so I opened the door almost immediately as soon as she had rung the bell.She looked ravishing. As in, I wanted to ravish her. There was something about her. Despite being chubby and fat, this curvy aunt of mine oozed a sort of sex appeal the modern skinny Bollywood actresses just couldn't. The meat that she displayed on her waist and tummy was just begging to be squeezed and jiggled. Her light pink blouse, barely constraining her large breasts, looked warm and inviting. The pink sari, draped loosely around her body, resembled a refreshingly cool flower on a hot summer day. As I said, she had a smile

I returned in the evening.For the whole of Monday afternoon that I had been out, a sense of panic had gripped me. It had been with me ever since I had left the lodge. I still could not believe I had taken the initiative and made an advance on my aunt. My conservative, orthodox aunt. For so long we had been playing footsies and tip toeing around each other, but suddenly I had grabbed the bull by the horns. Or in this case, grabbed the lady of the house by her buns.The whole day as I had done my work and chores my mind had gone back to that moment. That grab. That kiss. And somehow - I was fearing the worst. It seemed all fine at the moment, but now? What have it done? What would Shaheen think once I had left?It was dark when I returned. I rang the doorbell but no one answered. Finding it somewhat strange, I opened the door with the key that Shaheen had given me. Upon entering the house, I found it eerily quiet.For a second I was worried. Where was my aunt? Had she left? Did ... my

மாலதி வீட்டில் இரவு பார்ட்டி முடிந்தது. 10 மணிக்கெல்லாம் எல்லோரும் கிளம்பி போய் விட்டார்கள். மாலதிக்கு 35 வயது தான் ஆகிறது. கணவன் அமெரிக்காவில் பெரிய பிஸினஸ் மேன். 12 வயதில் ஒரு பெண் குழைந்தையும் 8 வயதில் ஒரு ஆண் குழந்தையும் அமெரிக்காவில் படிக்கிறார்கள். மாலதி திருமனம் ஆனது முதலே அமெரிக்காவுக்கு போக விருப்பம் இல்லை. எப்படியோ 6 வருடம் பல்லைக் கடித்துக்கொண்டு அங்கே

இரவு 11 மணி ஆகியும் தூக்கம் வராமல் கட்டிலில் புரண்டாள் அனிதா. இரண்டு நாளாக இண்டர்நெட் கனெக்சன் இல்லாமல் தவித்துப் போயிருக்கிறாள். அவளுக்கு இருக்கும் ஒரே ஆறுதல் அதுதான். அதுவும் இல்லாமல் அனிதாவுக்குப் பைத்தியமே பிடித்துவிடும் போல் இருந்தது. இருபது வயது முடியப் போகிறது அனிதாவுக்கு. சற்று நிறம் குறைவாக இருந்தாலும், முலையும் குண்டியும் மத மதப்பாக இருக்கும். 'ஓத்தா

பாகம்‌ - 8ரேஷ்மா வீட்டின் கார் வாசலில் நிற்க, குனா யாரென்று பார்க்க, காரில் உள்ளே டிரைவர் மட்டுமே இருந்தான். சிறிது நேரத்தில் கார் புறப்பட்டுச் சென்றுவிட்டது. யாரோ திரும்ப வீட்டுக்கு வந்திருக்கிறார்கள். அதனால் தான் காவ்யா தன்னை அவசரமாக விரட்டிவிட்டிருக்கிறாள் என்று நினைத்துக் கொண்டான். கமலாவை விட்டு வந்திருப்பது யாரென்று பார்க்கச் சொல்லலாம் என்று நினைத்தவனாக,

"UNGH! Oh, jamai babu! Oh, Rajesh!" My mother-in-law Poonam moaned, as I plunged my hardness into her. "You are so hard!"I passionately kissed my mother-in-law's lips."Of course, Mummy." I groaned, as I smashed against her again. "Which man wouldn't be, when he is with you! Oh, I love you so much, sasu maa!"SMOOCH!We kissed again. I loved kissing my mother-in-law's fulsome lips. I pressed deep against her again, burying my cock inside her, and then kissed her again.SMOOCH!"You know how to use your tongue when you kiss me, jamai babu." Poonam giggled and tousled my hair. "Vidya has taught you well. Now, beta, don't cum immediately, ok?""Yes, Mummy." I told her, even as I continued to fuck her. "I now last a bit longer, you know.""Of course, jamai babu." Poonam giggled. "Of course."SMOOCH!My mother-in-law kissed me again."When should I cum, sasu maa?" I asked, even as I plunged again and again into her cunt.SLAP!I was given a good tight slap by my mother-in-law."Shut up, jamai babu. I

பாகம் 1வீட்டு வாசலில் குனாவின் அப்பா தங்கவேலு ஈஸிசேர் போட்டு அமர்ந்திருந்தார். தனியாகக் கட்டிடக் காண்ட்ராக்ட் செய்துகொண்டிருக்கும் நடுத்தரமான பிஸினஸ் ஆசாமி. எப்போதும் இரவு எட்டு மணிக்கு மேலே வீட்டுக்கு வரும் அப்பா, இன்றைக்கு ஏன் சீக்கிரம் வந்துவிட்டார் என்று யோசித்துக்கொண்டே, கிச்சனுக்குள் போனான். அம்மா காப்பி போட்டுக்கொண்டிருந்தாள்.அப்பாவின் தொழிலில் இடம்

"Honey, did you wear my panties yet?" Vidya called out. She was in the bedroom, getting ready, while I was downstairs in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on dinner we had prepared for my boss Mr. Sarun. "I had put all the frilly ones and the thongs in your desk drawer.""Um, no, my love." I yelled back. "Just cleaning up the pot roast for presentation.""Oh, babe." I could hear the disappointment in Vidya's voice as she started to walk down the stairs to admonish me in the kitchen. Her quick steps alerted me to the fact that she was taking this seriously."You KNOW Sirjee has ordered that you, my cuckolded husband, to always wear MY panties instead of your underwear during his visits here." Vidya came into the kitchen and scolded me. Her voice carried a hint of amusement, but also concern. "After all, you don't want to anger him. Ever since we have told him ... last week ... that ... I am ... ok to ... to be bred by him ... you know ... that ... he is going to make me pregnant

"Hey Rajesh!"Mr. Sarun's loud voice boomed through my headset speakers as his face filled the laptop's screen. The Zoom call with my CEO was on, and inwardly, I squirmed in my seat. Forget Mr. Sarun being physically present, just the mere authority of his commanding voice was enough to make me feel emasculated. All because, of course, the fact that my wife and I were basically his modern-day slaves. He dominated our lives, and we did whatever we were told to do by him. Despite our marriage, he was fucking my wife at will on a regular basis, and I was helpless to stop it. Not only that, I had to constantly thank him for actually fucking my wife."Sir." I was in my office, seated at my desk, and the door to my office was closed. "How are you, Sir?"Despite everything, despite all my feelings, I had to be nice. I had to be extremely polite to the man who comes to India just to bury his big fat cock in my wife's juicy cunt, and who repeatedly reminds me of that fact that I was a cuckold."I