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"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

"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

"Pass me the toast, honey." My wife ordered."Yes, dear." I answered."Did you make the tea?""Yes, dear." I replied. "I didn't add the sugar this time.""Good." Vidya nodded in appreciation. "You need to cut sugar completely from your diet, dear. Your paunch has been growing recently.""Yes, dear."I knew she was right, of course. My wife was always right. Whereas Vidya was the very figure of healthiness and sexiness, I had been growing slightly more rotund recently. With my waist size increasing a little, Vidya decided enough was enough and I had to diet, and exercise."Did you go for a run this morning?" Vidya asked."Yes, dear.""Everyone's husband is fit and healthy, baby. When you are with me, I need you to look presentable as well. No one should say Vidya's husband is fat.""Yes, dear. I am sorry, dear.""You should be!" Vidya retorted. "I know you don't have a big penis, baby, but that doesn't mean you should compensate and have a big belly!""Yes, dear.""As for your small penis, darling,

The world can be so small. If you are not careful, who you can hurt today can easily come back to hurt you tomorrow. I was reminded of this fact personally over the last few months. I guess I better start at the beginning."I don't like that man." My wife Vidya told me as we entered our gated community.I turned to look back at the guard she was pointing out to me.Vidya and I had just returned from a walk. The complex where we had our house, in the outskirts of Pune, was next to a small ravine with a small river below. There was a big sandy area on the banks of that river, which was popular with many of my neighbours. It was busy on the weekends, but during the work week it was hardly occupied. I had a day off, so Vidya packed a picnic lunch and we had an enjoyable couple of hours enjoying each other's company. We held hands, stole kisses, and had a great time. However, since the ravine was outside the gated community, we had to exit our complex whenever we visited, and then reenter on

I tried to sleep, but it was tough, knowing what was happening the room next door. Even around 3 in the morning, when my eyes suddenly opened, and I listened in, I heard another person come in to my wife's room.I heard a zipper being pulled down.SLAP!"Be a good girl and open your mouth."I heard my wife whimper, but she did as she was told.A week had gone by and true to his word, Bheem had released Poonam back to the crew. This time, the crew did not do any taking of turns with her. They had all mutually decided, behind their captain's back, that Poonam was now going to be a free for all.The next couple of days were days of pure torture for Poonam.The men had their way with her all day and all night during their "breaks". Every other hour, they would come in, either alone or in pairs, and do as their heart pleased with my wife. I wasn't available in my room to hear the details, but I would know it later. Throughout the day, my wife was fucked hard, made to suck their dicks, her boobs

Two days later, around the evening time, I was scrubbing one of the railings on the second deck, when I heard a commotion coming from the deck below -- the main deck. Altaf was with me and craned his neck to look. It was just about half an hour to sunset and a cool breeze was blowing from the Indian Ocean.It was my wife Poonam.She was naked, of course. Poonam was on her knees on the floor of the deck, her hair tied up in the back and held in a firm grip by Bheem. His dhoti was on the ground at his feet, and she had his cock in her mouth. My wife was giving him a blowjob.And surrounding them were the rest of the crew. All of them were relaxing on deck chairs, watching the show. I saw Lalan, Suraj, Vivek and Sunny. I didn't see Madhavan -- he must have been on the bridge. And Altaf was watching with me from the upper deck.Bheem held Poonam's hair in his fist, pulling her head up and down on his erection."Yeah, that's good, raandi. Keep that up, just like that, you hot little slut. I'm

I looked around. I was in a storeroom. It was a half filled with all sort of boxes. In the other half of the space, they had put a small comforter in one corner. That was to be my bedding, and I was given one sheet to cover myself as well. In the other corner there was a bucket. That was, I was told, for me to pee in the night if I wanted to, since the door was being locked from the outside.What were in those boxes? I pried one of them open. There were lots of newspapers. Old newspapers, for some reason. And buried beneath the newspapers was a lot of wooden blocks. Now what were these men doing with boxes full of wooden blocks, or these old newspapers, I had no idea.A small vent in the wall above the boxes let some air come in and circulate, so I could breathe. There was a light bulb hanging from the ceiling with a switch. Another small circular window, probably no bigger than a couple of feet with the glasses locked, let me look outside at the dark sea. This was to be my home for the

We never saw the terrorists' boat coming. I wasn't even paying much attention. We thought at first it was a fishing trawler. It certainly looked like one of the many we had passed. Suddenly, it passed very close to us. It dwarfed our little yacht completely. As we watched, a few men climbed down a rope ladder from the side of the trawler and got into a little dinghy and rowed towards us. We didn't think much of it, until they were right on top of us, and in a trice began to climb into our little yacht, and before drawing their guns on us.There were three of us on the yacht. There was me, a thirty-year-old whose daytime job is a freelance reporter. I was also a pretty good soccer player, playing for the second division team of Bombay's famous football team The Colonials Mumbai FC. There was a chance that next year I might make it to the premier division. Not bad for a hobby.The others were my twenty-two-year-old sexy and gorgeous tall, big breasted wife Poonam, the love of my life, and

அந்த ஒதுக்குப் புறமான புறநகர்ப் பகுதியில் ஆட்டோவை நிறுத்திவிட்டு இறங்கினாள் ஷாலினி. சுற்றும் முற்று பார்த்துவிட்டு நடக்க ஆரம்பித்தாள். காலை 10 மணிக்கே வெயில் சுட்டெடுத்தது. ஓட்டமும் நடையுமாக தான் தேடி வந்த வீட்டை அடைந்து, கதவு திறந்தேயிருக்க உள்ளே நுழைந்துகொண்டாள்."வாடி செல்லம். சரியா வந்துட்டியே" என்று புன் சிரிப்புடன் அவளை வரவேற்றான் அபிஷேக்.வேகமாக நடந்து