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The waves of Kanyakumari are never silent; they crash against the shore with a persistence that mirrors the turmoil in my own heart. My name is Subhashini, and for five years, this house—grand, overlooking the vast expanse where three seas meet—has been both my sanctuary and my prison. To the neighbors and the business associates who visit for dinner, Nirmal and I are the ideal couple, blessed with wealth and status. But inside these walls, the silence of a house without a child is deafening.Nirmal was once a man of action, a successful businessman whose word was law in the local industry. Yet, beneath that professional veneer lay a man deeply vulnerable to the whispers of the unseen. He didn't just believe in astrology; he lived by it. Every contract signed, every trip taken, was dictated by the alignment of stars. When our marriage failed to produce an heir after five years, that belief turned into a desperate obsession.I remember the dozens of medical tests, the cold stirrups

புத்தாண்டு பார்ட்டி இரவு வந்தது. நாங்கள் இருவருமே மிகுந்த உற்சாகத்தில் இருந்தோம். சோகினி தன் நண்பர்களுடன் கொண்டாடிவிட்டு, பிறகு பிரதீப்புடன் தனியாக ஒரு 'பார்ட்டி' வைப்பார் என்று ஆவலோடு காத்திருந்தாள். நானோ, அதைப் பற்றிய விவரங்களைக் கேட்க ஆவலோடு இருந்தேன். ஆனால், என் மனதில் ஒரு தந்திரமான திட்டம் இருந்தது. சோகினியும் பிரதீப்பும் ஒன்றாக இருப்பதை என் கண்ணாலேயே பார்த்து

காலேஜ் முடித்த பிறகு கடந்த பத்து வருடங்களாக ஒரு உள்ளூர் சட்ட நிறுவனத்தில் (law firm) எனக்கு நல்ல வேலை இருந்தது. வேலை நேரமும் வசதியாக இருந்தது, சம்பளமும் மிக அதிகம். ஆனால் திடீரென்று அவர்கள் ஆட்குறைப்பு செய்தபோது என் வேலையும் போனது. அப்போதுதான் நான் எவ்வளவு பெரிய சிக்கலில் இருக்கிறேன் என்பது எனக்குப் புரிந்தது. எனக்கு ஒரு மனைவியும் இரண்டு அழகான குழந்தைகளும் இருந்தார்கள்.

சௌதா ராணி தொடர்கிறாள்:காலையிலிருந்து மனசு ஒரு மாதிரி திக் திக்குன்னு இருக்கு. நேத்து ராத்திரி என் புருஷன் ஒரு விஷயத்தைச் சொல்லி என்னை குழப்பி விட்டுட்டாரு.குணா சாப்பிட வருவான். பாவம், ரெண்டு வாரமா கையடிச்சிட்டு கிடந்திருப்பான்.சாப்பாட்டையாச்சும் ஒழுங்கா பண்ணிப் போடுவோம்னு மட்டன், நண்டு எல்லாம் வாங்கி தடல்புடலா சமைச்சு முடிச்சிட்டேன். மணி ஆக ஆக இதயம் வேகமா துடிக்க

குணா தொடர்கிறான்:8 மணிக்கெல்லாம் வடபழனி தொட்டுவிட்டேன். அரை கிலோ அல்வா, 5 முழம் மல்லிகை பூப் பார்சல் பண்ணிக்கொண்டு ஜான்வி அபார்ட்மென்ட்டுக்குக் கீழே நின்று போன் பண்ணினேன்."வந்துட்டியா மாம்ஸ்?""ம்ம்... கீழதான் நிக்கிறேன்""ஐ... பைக்க அங்கே நிறுத்திட்டு மேலே வா"நான் மேலே பார்க்க, வெளியில் நின்று கை ஆட்டினாள். மாடி ஏறி வீட்டுக்குள்ளே நுழைந்ததும் ஜான்வி, பாரீன் ரிட்டர்ன்

"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

"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

"Are you sure about the numbers?" My boss Mr. Sarun's brow was furrowed, and over the Zoom call I saw him rub his temples. As the CEO of the company, Mr. Sarun was not immune to taking risks, but I knew this would be a completely new area for the company."Yes, Sir." I replied confidently. "You had the chance to look over them. What do you think?""Hmm." As usual, Mr. Sarun was initially non-committal. "Prediction is always a risky game, Rajesh, especially about the future.""Sir. You have seen my research." I pointed out. "It's very thorough. I also showed you exactly how much these companies are paying currently. It will be very easy to beat those prices, undercut these companies, and enter the market in a dominant position."And, Sir, you should know all about dominant positions, I thought to myself.Mr. Sarun paused for a moment, and then looked at me."I will be honest, Rajesh. It's an excellent idea. And your research is very thorough. But somehow, I am not sure we need to take this

"That was Sirjee." Vidya announced, as she ended her phone call."Yes, I realized that." I replied, immediately getting nervous. "What did Mr. Sarun want?"It was evening, and we were both seated on the couch in the living room, having just finished watching a movie. We were still both snuggled up closely under the one blanket, when Mr. Sarun had called my wife on her cellphone. And then I had to jealously spend the next fifteen minutes sitting and listening to my wife laugh, giggle, smile and occasionally blush (like a schoolgirl talking to her crush) as she had a long talk with this old man.This old man, Sirjee - as my wife Vidya called Mr. Sarun - was of course my big boss and the CEO of the company I worked for. You can also fairly say that Mr. Sarun was our master, and both my wife and I were his mere slaves. The difference was that my wife enjoyed being Mr. Sarun's slave girl and his chattel and his bitch, and for me it was pure emotional torture, given my education and social