husband ke jaane ke baad
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Rahul was peeping into my blouse. I was alone with him, my husband
trustingly left him (his friend's brother) with me while he went on
tour, and here he was – 10 years younger, longing for my body.
I felt aroused – and confused.It was wrong, but I had not seen anyone
so infatuated with me even in my college days. I wanted him to touch
me, but wanted him to believe that I was not that type. I wanted it
to happen, but never had I touched a man other than my husband –
Aunty, please – aap bahut sexy ho, mujhe apne boobs touch karne do.
Rahul ! kya keh rahe ho – I said, but I knew I was excited. I did not
want to cheat – but I felt aroused, and began to justify – just this
time – my husband too must have done it with other women –
Aunty, I cant help it – aap ka badan bahut achha lagta hai. Please
aunty.
What to do, I thought. The idea of being touched by this young, macho
guy was too tempting.
Naheen rahul, I said – not meaning it, even afraid that he would
actually stop trying – so I cleverly added -- unko pata chal gaya to?
He was overjoyed – naheen chalega aunty, and he took me in his arms.
Wow, I felt so aroused, but still said – ye galat hai rahul –
Please aunty, ek kiss de do. Rahul I said, but closed my eyes and
remained still – he put his mouth on mine, and I shuddered. It was so
good! He sucked on my lips, and I protested – rahul, bus karo,
please. Aunty, he mumbled, and put his finger to my lips – ye lips
kitne sexy hain aunty . God, I could'nt believe that I excited this
young guy so much. I opened my mouth, and he put his finger into my
mouth. Involuntarily, I began to tongue and suck his finger!
He was excited – aunty.He caught my face and sucked my tongue
geedily. Slurping and sucking, making my pussy wet!. Rahul, bus, aur
aage naheen. Thankfully, hee persisted – aunty, aapke boobs – and he
caught my boobs over my blouse and squeezed hard – ohhhh aunty, kitne
bade hain, kitne hard hain. Please aunty, mujhe dikhao na – naheen
Rahul. Ye galat kar rahe hain hum – I meant it, but did not mean to
stop him – he kept pleading – naheen aunty, he kissed me wetly again,
and began to unhook my blouse – Rahul, I said – please aunty, please
sirf boobs dekhne do, please, please. I got a reason to give him
concession, while still making him feel I was not going to be easy --
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OK, par sirf dikhaungi – haan aunty, jaldi – and he peeled off my
blouse ! He stared at my bra covered boobs – mesmerized! He did not
say or do anything, and I tried to look shy, actally wanting him to
maul and suck my boobs now. My husband's face kept popping up in my
memory, but there was no going back now. But I did not show him that.
It made things more enjoyable. I slipped off the straps, knowing that
my boobs were jutting out of my tight bra.

Aunty ! ! he said and rubbed his hands all over my bra, front and
back, and kept praising my boobs, while I kept stopping him –
Aunty, aapke nipples hard ho gaye hain, dekho aunty – he pointed at
my hardened nipples which poked up thhru my bra. Apki white bra mein
se ye dark –dark nipples dikh rahe hain aunty – dekho na kaise hard
ho gaye hain. I want them aunty, he said and he caught my bra ,
pinched my hard nipples to which I squealed, and yanked it off. The
bra in his hands, he stared at my naked boobs. He then sucked on my
bra where my nipples had rested,and said – garam garam hai apki bra,
ise hi choosta rahun? ya nipples chuswane hain? .I pulled my bra from
his mouth and thrust my boobs at him, but could'nt say anything. He
smiled and looked at me – before taking one of my hard nipple in his
mouth.

Chooso Rahul, chooso. The bastard actually succeeded in still
holding back, and mumbled – par ye galat hai na aunty. I pushed my
boob further in, and said, choos, sale, choos isko. He sucked hard.
He sucked and kissed and licked both my nipples now, and used both
his hands to maul and knead my boobs. Rahul, please, kat lo inko,
chaba dalo, suck karo zor se – I found myself saying. He casually
caught my right wrist, bringing my hand to his cock. Sahla mere lund
ko saali. I rubbed and kneaded his cock – talking dirty myself –d e
apna sakht lund apni aunty ke haath mein.

He got naked, his proud cock hard and hot, standing up, making me
want to touch it. My god, it was so tempting. My modest side spoke to
me feebly – what are you doing? Your husband trusts you so much, and
you are -- Shut up ! I said to myself – I want this guy, I want him
to do everything to me just this day. My husband could never make me
feel like this. Talking sex was taboo with him, so just this day, I
am going to enjoy it. The feel of another man – so much younger – his
cock up my cunt – I want it, I want it come what may –
Back to Rahul, I said, wow, kya lund hai Rahul, de de mere haath
mein – la sahla doon ise. His hands were now reaching my petticoat.
He removed it and rubbed his hand over my thighs and over my panty,?
He ran his hand over my panty, pressing my pussy now. Aunty, ye kya
hai, he said, carrying the wetness from my panty on his hand and
showing it to me. I could'nt find a reply – but it was terrific. So
raw, so damn pleasurable, that I found my self saying – juicehai meri
choot ka! I could not beleiveI had said this! But it put him on fire!
Aunty, naheen naheeen karne wali aunty – CHOOT ka juice ! He pushed
his hand into my panty, and said, Oh aunty, kitni geeli hai teri
choot, utar panty saali. He dropped to his knees, and to my extreme
delight, smelt my panty deeply inhaling. He kept kissing my pussy
over the panty, and inhaling loudly. He pressed my pussy, rubbed it,
smelt it again, and finally bit it – taking my pussy and panty in his
mouth!

I screamed now, utaar de rahul utar meri panty. He began to pull it
down with his hands. Naheen, I ssnapped. Munh se utaar. He took my
waistline in his mouth and pulled it down with his mouth.
I was in heaven – this young chap was staring greedily at my pussy
now, and I wanted him to lick it. My husband was no match for this
guy, and I was determined to have all my fun – now that I had got
into it.

Aunty, kitni bheeg gai hai aapki choot –and pulled off my panty,
which was down to my knees, and pushed me onto the bed. He said, open
your thighs aunty. I opened them wide, and he put his hand to my
cunt. I was on fire! He caressed my cunt, and I wondered what my
husband would have thought if he ever came to know. He fingered my
pussy, palmed it, rubbed it, and teased it with his finger –
Rahul, I said, kiss karo meri choot par. He smiled, and bent down to
give me a light kiss on the pussy. I held his head, and moved to get
his mouth on my cunt, but he got up. Pleasse Rahul ( it was my turn
to beg. I wanted a good cunt-lapping from this young guy – it would
be so much exciting - ) Please, --- Rahul said, Choot chatwani hai
aunty? Haan, haan rahul, chat do, kha jao ise, maza do apni aunty ko,
please – I pulled his head down to my pussy. He took out his tongue
and gave a lingering swipe around my pussy – I begged – chaato
rahul , chaato. He enjoyed teasing me – aunty, ye galat naheen hoga?
Apne husband ko kya kahogi, choot chatwane ke liye beg kar rahi thee
kissi aur ko? – I had had enough, I pulled him, and got over him. He
was lying now, and I got over him, and literally sat on his mouth. He
was shocked –aunty --!! Chaat sale, chaat meri choot, daal apni jeebh
isme – choos meri choot – le le sale I said and ribbed my wet cunt
all over his mouth. He began licking. I was in heaven. Another man's
mouth on my cunt, and I was being so lewd, so shamelessly asking him
to do things I would never dare to ask my hubby.

Suddenly, I saw him fiddling with my mobile phone. Rahul – aise mein
tumhe phone karma yaad aa raha hai? Kya hai ye? – He did'nt reply –
just handed me the mobile – smiling wickedly – I took the phone and
it was ringing – and then I was shocked! It was my husband on the
line! Kya hua jaanu, is waqt yaad kiya? The bastard had connected me
to my hubby, and before I could react -- got me lying, and dived
between my thighs, rubbing and kissing and licking my pussy. I
could'nt even moan – I replied to my hubby ---- neend nahi aa rahi --
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tumhari yaad aa rahi thi, so phone kar liya – meanwhile Rahul kissed
and sucked and tongued my cunt, -- I thrust around – the pleasure was
intense –but I could'nt make a noise – nor could I stop him. He
enjoyed it – and so did I – the feeling of cheating on my husband was
all the more complete – getting a cunt lick from his friend while
talking to him! Rahul was enjoying – he teased me by pushing his
tongue deep into my pussy, and enjoying my situation – meanwhile, I
don't know what my hubby was blaberring – he must be happy that I was
missing him so much! Where in reality I was getting my pussy licked
by his friend! It was awkward, difficult – but exciting. I abruptly
ended the call with a "achchha byee jaanu, kal fir phone karungi.
Then I slapped the bastard, but held his face to my cunt anyway, and
then I came instantly, without warning – trying to push him away –
Rahul, I am going to cum – he said, cum aunty, cum in my mouth ! I
locked my thighs with his face in between, and came profusely – he
kept sucking noisily, and kept licking and moaning. When my orgasm
subsided, he asked, aunty, maza aaya? Saale, agar mera husband meri
siskariyan sun leta to? He was still licking and biting my cunt.

Par haan rahul, pehle kabhi aisa maza naheen aaya. Wo phone par
thay, aur main – choot chatwa rahi thee – he completed the sentence,
and came up, pressed my boobs hard, sucked my nipples, and suddenly
got on top and put his hard cock between my boobs. Wow, the feeling
of that hard cock between my boobs was wonderful – I instinctively
held my boobs with both my hands and squeezed them around his cock.
He started tit-fucking me. I loved the sensation of another man's
hard cock between my tits. I held my boobs tight around his cock, and
he enjoyed the friction – Kya mamme hain aunty, he said and kept
rubbing his cock up and down between my boobs. He now got his cock
higher up, poking out between my tits, reaching my chin ! every time
his cock touched my chin, shivers of excitement ran thru me, and I
then opened my mouth –and reached for his cock with my tongue—ummmm,
the touch of his cock on my tongue – so hard, so manly –unlike my
husband's – he smiled and said – aunty, lena hai munh mein? I could
bear it no longer. I opened my mouth wide, inviting his cock. He
stood up and pushed it into my mouth. My god – I was doing it!

Another man's cock in my mouth. My poor husband – I loved him, but
today I was not going to stop! I sucked his cock, and got my hands to
it. I licked it, tongued it and slurped it, licking his balls, the
underside of his wonderful cock, -- and sucking noisily. He pinched
my nipples, and extended his hand back wards to slap my pussy hard!
Saali, lund choos rahi hai? He took out his cock, and I went for it,
mouth open – he said – beg for it aunty – bolo apko choosna hai – I
begged – please rahul, choosne do apna mardana lund, daalo ise mere
munh mein. He liked it, he rubbed it around my mouth, over my lips
and said, -- maang, fir maang saali, lund maang mera – I replied – de
na, de apna lund, choosna hai mujhe, ab khush? Haan, he said and
plunged it deep into my mouth. He began fucking my mouth, and I
enjoyed being roughed up. He slapped my pussy again, and said – bahut
geeli ho gayee hai choot. I said, taiyaar ho gayee hai – ab chod de
apni aunty ko. He got up and went between my legs -- aunty, finally,
ab chudogi tum – and he pushed his hard, big cock into my pussy –
daal de rahul – I said – daal de andar, chod daal aaj apni aunty ko.

He pushed it in and I felt my pussy being filled up like never
before! He went in so deep, where my husband's cock had never
reached, and I was on top of the world – aunty, he said – apne
husband ko yaad kar , I said – chod chod mujhe, jaanti hoon kya sun
na chahta hai, -- haan, mere husband ke bus ka naheen hai mujhe aise
chodna – raggad daal meri choot – fuck me rahul, fuck me haard! He
plundered my cunt, and I was enjoying it – the feeling of his hard,
young cock in my pussy was too good. My husband's cock never
satisfied my desire for a real good fuck, and I was now sure that I
was'nt really wrong – I could feel his long hard cock in my pussy,
rubbing my clit on its way in and out – things I had never
experienced with my hubby. It was so hard, so warm, I felt thrilled
to my core –my pussy loved being fucked like this --and I was close
to my orgasm – rahul, zor se aur zor se, phaad de meri choot, chod
mujhe zor zor se , -- ohh, ummmmm , aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh –I came – and he
stepped up full throttle –aunteeeee, le le aunty, ahhhhhh
ahhhhhhhhhhhhh he spurted out – I felt his hot cum flushing my
insides. Hot and abundant, spurting again and again – he made me
wonder how much he could cum. My husband had always cum quickly, and
this guy was filling my cunt with loads of hot cum – the feeling was
so great that I tookit as a justification for my promiscuity – if
this was fucking – why did I have to miss it? This WAS the fucking a
woman deserves, so if my hubby could'nt do it, why should I be
deprived of such a wonderful fuck? I squeezed his cock with my cunt —
milking his cock with my pussy, and he collapsed on me, crushing my
boobs.

Aunty, maza aa gay, kya garam maal hai tu aunty – wo saala tujhe
kaise satisfy kata hoga – aaj tujhe chod diya maine – bahut maza aaya
aunty. Saali, lund choosti bhi achchha hai – fir chudwaya bhi khoob
maze se – pehle kyon nakhre kar rahi thee ? and he sucked my nipples
again . I was spent, and fully satisfied. Never before did I get so
completely fucked and I was sure that this was not going to be
the `only once' that I had promised myself. No, I was going to get
more fucking and licking and sucking from this dude – I was sure, as
I let him withdraw – this was the greatest fuck of my life, and I now
have no regrets – I deserve the fun, and I'm going to keep getting
it, I promised myself before drifting off to sleep....

