Adultery Shreya - sex with servant

[a017atha]

ADVENTURES of SHREYA (Continued)

My Husband Ravi got a transfer to Indore and We relocated to Indore. It was a new city.
The relocation came after my husband's promotion, hence he had to devote more time to office. Our kid had grown up quickly and now was busy attending school in the morning and karate classes in the evenings making my entire day upto 8 o clock in evening alone. My husband arranged for a maid. I ensured we got a young man - after seeing close to 10 maid and 4-5 bhaiyas.

Manoj was the young man I chose. He went to an evening school while in the morning he helped in kitchen and cleaning, mid day in shopping and gardening. After some days, I liked him as he was a shy but very good guy who kept to himself mostly. My husband was sometimes active sexually, and we shared many naughty moments and watched all kinds of porn, when we had opportunity. My husband Ravi started to show a desire for cuckolding and we did some role plays which gave both of us great orgasms.



It was not intentional that I developed a thing for our servant boy, Manoj. One day, I was wearing an orange saree, while we cleaned the house and I accidentally dropped my pallu and few buttons in my blouse were unbuttoned. I quickly saw Manoj looked at my boobs and it was definitely a look of lust. I was a bit shocked initially and when I thought about it later, I realized he too is a young virile man with needs and it was a natural reaction and not a big deal. Anyway, he had been with for quite some time, stayed in the outhouse, and I knew he is harmless. But I was also strangely turned on by this event making me wet in naughty places.

I again showed my body the day, and again I caught his staring at me. I loved them myself, shapely and hairless. I kept up the show even when we cooked, and was wet in my panties. So I fingered myself when I had the chance and I felt very dirty and horny.

This showing of my body went on for a week and I desperately wanted sex and I couldn't keep it to myself and whispered in my hubby's ear as I came. He was so turned on, he not only licked me extra, but ordered some short nightie and skirts for me online. Now I was afraid to take it further.
When I got them, I was alone again and wanted to try them. I tried them and put on a show for hubby on phone, he was horny.
I wore the pink short nightie the next day after my hubby left for work. As I entered the kitchen, the look on Manoj's face was worth it. Full day, I moved about in that nightie and Manoj seemed to be enjoying his secret treat. In the afternoon I made tea for both of us and took it to his room in outhouse. I felt very horny walking in that nightie in the garden as I felt exposed. Manoj was surprised again, and offered to come and make tea next time but I said, I liked making tea for him and spend some time with him as I felt very lonely. His room was very small, and he had only one chair, so he had to sit on the ground while I sat opposite to him on the chair. There was a long mirror behind him, and I could see he had a good view of my legs as he sat down. We talked for a while and he enjoyed my shining legs with his eyes and tea. I was so wet and feeling so dirty that I masturbated as I went back to my home.

The next day I wore a dark brown short nightie after my kid and hubby left in the morning. I walked into the backyard where Manoj was working. He smiled at me and said, "bhabhi, this nightie looks nice on you!" I smiled back and casually placed one of my leg on the small platform there. This opened up more of my legs and I felt cold air on my skin, which made me horny. Manoj seemed to be shocked by this innocent looking but sexy gesture. The day passed and when it was four in the afternoon, I made tea for both of us and took into his outhouse room. I was wet just walking there, feeling naked, and knocked on his door. He opened the door with a grin and I went in. As usual we had tea, while he glared at my legs and I was getting wet watching myself in the mirror. I felt dirty sitting there in his dingy room, alone, with him, wearing provocative dress while my hubby and kid were away.

This went on till that weekend and I had to wear my normal dresses as hubby was home. He teased me to wear them in front of him but I didn't. Manoj was normal and was working in kitchen. I went there as hubby was watching television, and started to cook. Our kid was playing in neighbor's house. I felt naughty again so I acted as if it was too hot in kitchen. I casually lifted my kurti and started to remove my leggings. Manoj stared at me with open mouth. I was quick but maybe he saw my panties once. I removed the leggings completely, kept it aside and resumed work casually. My kurta had long slits at sides upto my waist, so my panties were partially visible. I felt very naughty exposing like this and Manoj was seemingly nervous about our game as my hubby was just in the next room. I moved about and even squatted once spreading my legs ensuring a good view to Manoj. Now the doorbell rang and I quickly put on my leggings smirking naughtily at Manoj.

 

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The next day my kid went to school and my hubby went to work. Manoj was cleaning the hall as I stood there and waved goodbye to hubby. Now I looked at Manoj who was looking at me with expectant eyes. I knew he was now horny and wanting to see my legs. I smiled and quickly removed my leggings and handed him and said, "isko washing machine me daal de!" He did as I said and was glancing at me as I walked about like that. I went to my room and tried the new short skirt and a small t shirt. I looked sexy, my ass looked protruding sexily and the skirt was shorter than the nightie. The t shirt showed my navel and belly. I took a selfie and sent it to my hubby. He replied immediately with some horny emojis. When I went to kitchen again, I saw Manoj checked me out. Looked like now he understood the game, that I only dressed up for him. He seemed horny and confident.
I asked with a smile to tease him, "kaise hain, ye kapde?"
He grinned and said, "bhabhi, aapke ye naye kapde saare mast hain!"
"Nightie aur skirt me se kaunsi mast hai?"
"Skirt mast hai bhabi, par nightie bhi mast hai"
That afternoon when I took tea for him, again I wore the skirt. As usual as I sat on the chair, I thought I heard a gasp from Manoj. I looked at his face, it was like he was in a shock. I looked at the mirror to see that the skirt was more shorter than the nightie and had ridden up more than I expected. My panty covered pussy was clearly visible! I had never thought this would go so far. But this also made me super horny to correct the mistake. I thought since he has seen it already, why not show?
This went on for a week again. Even when I wore nightie for him I made sure he had a view of my panties whenever i went there. I wanted to tell this to my hubby but didn't know how. So when I saw his mobile phone one day, I had an idea. I asked him "idhar baith kar kaise dikhti hun main?"
"Bahut sundar, bhabhi"
"Ek photo lelona phir"
He took his phone in trembling hands and snapped one or two. I asked him to show me, he got up and came to me. I saw that he had avoided below my waist, obviously because my panties were visible. I laughed and said "arre, poora photo lelo, yeh kya hai aadha hi liya hai!"
He looked at me and again sat down to take snap. I suggestively pushed my pussy mound forward as if to focus on it. He must have gone mad seeing it. He took the snap and came near me to show that. I saw that he had a slight bulge in his pants, and a clear outline of his long cock with a round head was visible. I felt my pussy oozing some juice and my hands shook as I saw the photo, I looked like a horn bitch inviting by showing my pussy. I purposely zoomed in on the photo where my smooth armpits, legs and panty was visible and when I zoomed on my panties, I smirked at Manoj and handed him the phone. I stood up and turned to leave and felt him following me closely. I turned and said "photo mujhe bhejna" and smiled at him. He grinned at me and sent me. I stood close to him watching his mobile feeling his hot breath on my shoulder. I acted as if I dropped my phone, and bent over to pick it up. My ass touched his legs and I felt like he was trembling. I stood up looked at his crotch and smiled at him winking suggestively. Then I bent down again, this time my almost exposed ass rubbing on his crotch. I felt his pulsing cock over the layers and I picked up my mobile and stood up slowly. Manoj had his mouth open unable to believe what his maalkin was suggesting. I gave him time to think and moved out sexily to my house.



My hubby saw the pic and was so horny that he did a rare two rounds that night. I was so horny too. The next morning I put on my normal full clothes and didn't change them. Manoj was expecting me to wear them but too timid to ask. I moved around as usual like nothing happened. Luckily that day our elderly neighbor visited us, unexpectedly, and I was relieved she didn't see me in such dress. She chatted for a while and left. That afternoon, as it was time for tea, I felt naughty and changed to pink panties and pink short nightie. I had now shaved my pussy area leaving a small sexy strip of trimmed hair. I took out my boobs from my bra, which made them stick out obscenely, but within the nighty. I saw in front of my mirror that looked inviting. I made tea and walked out holding the tray to Manoj's room. He opened the door before even I knocked, as if waiting for me. I smiled at him saying, "intezaar kar rahe the kya?" He grinned. I looked at his mirror as I kept tea on table, my dark nipples were clearly visible in his room light. I felt really naughty as I saw him checking me out. I sat down as usual spreading my legs and he stood in front of me instead of sitting. His cock was clearly hard and outlined against his pants. He asked me, "aaj bhabhi kya sab pink colour ki hai?". I was surprised at his new found confidence, I looked down at my panty, lifted the nighty more and said, "haan, kaisi hai?"
He said, "mast hai bhabhi,"
"Bahut garmi hoti hai, idhar" I said as I moved my nighty to show my panties more. He sat down and took a news paper and started to fan me there. I smiled at him, and sat on the edge of chair, lifted my nightie more, as if to get more air. I saw that my panty was getting wet visibly and my strip was clearly visible. I asked him to take a photo. He took the photo and came near me. I stood up to see his mobile, but I kept my nighty up, exposing my entire midriff, panty and legs. He showed me, and I put my finger to zoom the photo at my boobs, wet panty and legs. I could feel he was tensed and waiting waiting for me to make a move. I asked him to take a selfie of us, took his arm around me and held his abs. My panty was still exposed like a dirty whore. He sent me that pic too. I let my nighty fall, signaling that show was over for today.

 

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The next day too I teased him in morning by being fully clothed. When it was "tea time" I wore that short skirt and t shirt, and took tea. He was surprisingly wearing a pair of shorts, synthetic and tight. I went in and while sitting down felt very naughty and slid my panties to a side. Then I pushed forward exposing my wet pussy. Manoj forgot his tea and stared at my bare pussy. I asked him " kya dekh raha hai?"
"Bhabhi..."
"Arre udhar bahut geela hai islye panty slide ho jaata hai"
"Mast dikh raha hai bhabhi, design"
"Chi, kya tumhe geela nahi hota kya?"
"Hota hai bhabhi"
"Dikhao fir, mujhe bhi"
Manoj got up and came near me shyly. He was unsure what to do. I looked at his crotch and saw a small wet patch on the place where his upturned cock head was. I said, "dikhaona please"
He slowly lifted his leg of shorts and i could see a lot of pre cum on his hairy black inner thighs. He stopped short exposing and I put my hand on his shorts and pulled it up. His horny hard cock jumped out and a pool of pre cum dropped on the floor. I said, "dekho, garmi ke wajah se kitna geela hua hai" .
I couldn't stop myself and kneeling in front of him and took my face near his exposed hard wet cock. I asked him "piche karo na isko" he silently moved his foreskin back. His cock smelled real dirty due to lot of creamish deposits there. I felt so dirty looking and sniffing his dirty cock. I put my finger on his cock head, cleared some of the gooey deposit and stood up near him and said, "yeh dekho garmi ke wajah se itna jam gaya hai" showing him. He was speechless. I said "mera dekho, kitna saaf kiya hai".
Now he kneeled down near my exposed wet pussy. He sniffed at it and said, "bhabhi aap kya lagaati ho idhar?" I said, "ek cream hai wahan ke liye" he said "oh" but didn't dare to touch. Now he got up and his cock was almost near my pussy. I leaned back on the wall and tried to touch his cock with my pussy. But I couldn't. I slid my panties back and let my skirt fall, took the tea cups and started to leave. He followed me his cock hanging out. At his door, I turned back, grinned at him and couldn't stop myself from holding his cock. I stuffed that dirty cock back in his shorts and said, "chii, kitna gande ho tum". After I came back I licked my hands and came multiple times.
The next day was uneventful in the morning. I made Manoj do some very hard work in the garden and he was really sweating and may be frustrated to see me not prancing around in short dress too. I gave him some work even after lunch and just when it was tea time, I changed to the pink nightie and this time I wore nothing inside. I took tea for him as he was just at his room wiping off his sweat. We went inside. He sat below, and I on chair. I simply lifted the nighty, exposed my entire ass and pussy and said, "aah, itni garmi hai yahan"

He too sheepishly nodded and stared at my ass curves which he hadn't seen before. I knew he was hard in no time, and I asked him, "kya tumhe garmi nahi lag rahi?"
He said, "haan bhabhi"
"Utaaro na fir, kaun dekh raha hai"
He got up and quickly stepped out of his shorts, exposing his entire cock and balls, and dirty black ass. The cock was oozing already, and it's head reared up nicely. I kneeled before him and sniffed near his cock and said, "kitna geela hai, aur smell bhi hai"
"Kaam kar rha tha na"
"Phir bhi, itna geela aur garam", I couldn't hold back myself and just took his cock in my mouth.



He gasped but said nothing, and I used my tongue to slide his foreskin back. His dirty cock juice and smelly stuff was now in my mouth. I sucked on it for a while and got up. He opened his eye and looked at me. I said, "aise hi karna padhega nahi toh garmi hoti rahegi". He kneeled now in front of me as if expecting me to let him mouth me. I wanted it bad, but didn't want to acknowledge it. I asked, "toilet kaha hain tumhara?" He guided me inside the room and in corner there was an Indian style lavatory. It didn't have any door or curtain as only Manoj lived there. I walked showing him my ass, and sat down peeing. He followed me there his hard cock bobbing up and down. I asked, "tumhe bhi karna hai kya?"
"Haan bhabhi"
"Aa jao phir"
He stepped into the dingy small lavatory next to squatting me and tried to squat too. I made space for him. Even though I had finished, I wanted to see him dirty. He tried hard to pee and since he was hard he couldn't at first. Then he peed, some splashes hitting me and my thighs. I stood up and said, "idhar lag gaya, saaf karo" and pointed to my inner thighs.
He didn't miss a moment as he licked my smooth white thighs to taste my and his pee and may be pussy juice. I ground my pussy into his mouth, and his warm tongue once explored my mons. Then I let down my nighty and walked out making him frustrated again.
That night I told everything to my hubby and he was madly horny. He repeatedly licked me and begged me to fuck Manoj, if possible with a threesome with him.

 

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So with my husband wanting me to have sex with our house help boy, Manoj, I was now ready. I had already seen, taken his cock in my mouth for a moment and it was dirty delicious. I couldn't wait for my husband and kid to leave house for the day, so that I could do shameless dirty things with Manoj. Manoj was working in garden, wearing his black small shorts and I drooled at his ass and cock shape visible. I was feeling fresh in the morning so thought I'd tease him a bit and warm him up. I changed to my pink short nighty with nothing inside. My pussy was already wet and smelled like a whore. I called him in, and bent myself in kitchen as if looking for a bowl, which I had hidden. The nighty had already rolled up and exposed my half ass and pussy. Manoj came in and was standing unsure as to do what. I asked him if he had seen that bowl and asked him to search for it. He took the next cabinet to search, squatting and making his round buttocks to bulge out. I moved neat him and placed my arm over his shoulder, my legs touching his and my armpit on his bare arm. He smelled dirty, as he took bath late in evenings. I "accidentally" touched his crotch, and said,
"Bahut garam hai aaj!" ( its so hot today!)
"Haan bhabhi" (yes sister)
"Dikhao phir" (show me then)
He stood up and slowly pulled down his shorts. His obscene cock was hard already and his foreskin pooled his precum. I said, "mera bhi bahut garam hai aaj" (I am hot today too)
and lifted my nighty to expose him my pussy. I sat on the kitchen counter and continued showing him my pussy.
For a while we both checked out each other's most private parts. I smiled and called him near. I placed my forefinger on his cock tip, and picked up a big glob of precum. I put that in my mouth and it smelled so dirty. He sighed and his cock twitched dropping all his juice on the floor. I slid down like a slut and took his cock in my mouth. This time I properly blew him, and as I used my tongue to slide his foreskin, he closed his eyes. I could smell a lot from his hairy balls and I held his both buttocks as I continued to suck him. I suddenly got up, took him to my bedroom and made him lie down. I still hadn't shown him my boobs. So I got on top of him, in 69, placing my hussy pussy on his mouth, while I took his cock in my mouth again. He placed his calloused hands on my milky smooth ass and started to suck my pussy and placed his tongue deep inside. I licked his cock, balls, between his legs and lifted his ass and to probe his asshole with my tongue. This was so dirty and smelly, I came multiple times. Surprisingly he had still not come. I sucked him again and he was bucking hard and was about to come.
"Trrŕrrng!" Suddenly the door bell rang. "Oh shit" I said, who can be at this time? I quickly got off him and smoothed my nighty over. He too got up and went to kitchen to quickly wear his shorts. I went to the door and opened it, and I saw it was my neighbor friend, KavitaPatel, a gujju sexy woman. She was a bit of outspoken and funny, never hesitating to make dirty jokes. We had gone to mall two three weeks ago and I had actually invited her sometime to come and see my jewelry collection. As soon as I opened the door, she greeted me and her eyes grew wide and said, "are kya baat hai sunita, itne sexy nightie!"(what is the matter Sunita, such a sexy nighty!)

I smiled and asked her to come in, trying to straighten my hair. She saw me closely and sniffed, "arre, kya ho raha hai idhar, bhaisaab office nahi gaye kya? Disturb toh nahi kiya maine?" (Hey what's happening here? Did your hubby didn't go to office? Hope I didn't disturb)

I said meekly, "bhaisaab toh office gaye hain" ( he has gone to office)

"Toh fir kis ke liye, arre yeh smell kya hai,"(then for whom you are wearing that, what is this smell?) she kept speaking and glanced at Manoj in kitchen trying to hide his hard on. Then she walked into our bedroom, as we were already quite close, and saw my bed. She said, "kuch toh smell aa raha hai yaar(something is smelling)" and saw some pubic hairs of Manoj on our bed. The bedsheets were a definite giveaway, and my nighty too seems quite unkempt and odd to wear in front of house help, when my hubby was away. She sat on our bed had my hands, and looked at me and smilingly asked, "kya kar rahi thi?(what were you doing)" The naughtiness in her question made me smirk and she exclaimed "aah!!" Then she quickly went to kitchen to see Manoj and he was sheepishly still trying to hide his boner. His body language was enough to guess what happened here. She returned and sat next to me and teased me for a while about this. I didn't explicitly admit to anything but always smirked at her comments. She was so excited, rather than being disgusted. "Bataana, kya kiya uske saath?" (Tell me, what did you do with him?) She kept asking me repeatedly.

I said, "kuch nahi yaar, thoda bahut masti, bas!"(nothing, just teasing him, that's all!) She kept pestering for a while and gradually we started to look over the jewelry. After a while Manoj brought us some lemonade. She was again teasing now. She asked him, "arre batao, memsàb kya kar rahi thi tumhare saath, ki itna Time laga darvaza kholne me?(hey tell me what was she doing with you that it took so long to answer the door?)" Manoj was too shy and ran away from there. I was feeling very dirty but not aroused and wanted to shower.

After a while she left winking at me saying, "phir aaungi kabhi(I will visit sometime again)". It was almost midday and lots of work was left so me and Manoj did our own chores. Later in the afternoon, as tea time approached I called up my husband. He was busy at office, so didn't take my call. I thought of continuing what i was doing today with Manoj. I made tea and took the tray wearing my normal nighty which covered me entirely. Manoj let me in his room. We both had tea, as usual and I told him that my gujju friend has suspected us doing dirty things. "Lagta hai Kavitako shak ho gaya ki hum kuch gande kaam kar rahe the"(I think Kavitasuspects us of doing something dirty)

"Haan bhabhi, unhone mujhse bhi poocha tha"(yes sister, she asked me too)

"Inko kya lena dena, kaun kya kare!"( why should she care?)

"Haan bhabhi"(yes sister)

"Accha sa mood banaa tha, disturb kar diya usne!"(I had a good mood, she distracted me)

"Haan bhabhi, mujhe toh abhi bhi..."(yes sister, I am still...)

"Kya?"(what?)

"...."

"Arre bolna, sharmao mat"(tell me, don't be shy)

"Bhabhi..."

I got up and smiled at him. He too meekly got up. His hard cock was making an obscene tent in his shorts already. I kneeled in front of him, slipped down his shorts slowly. His sexy dirty cock jumped out. I used my tongue to lick his wet hard cock head once. His pre cum was making it smooth and a strong musky smell emanated from his cock. He was already twitching his cock in anticipation. I took it in my mouth and let it slip to my throat. I grabbed his dirty ass and made him face fuck me.

After a while I got up. I was wet in my pussy and needed him there. It was too much of teasing and I was dying to take him in my wet pussy. I lifted my left leg and placed on the wall behind him. I hadn't worn my panties so his upturned cock head squarely touched my most private place. It was sloppy wet. I whimpered and moved my pelvis obscenely making him penetrate me. His hard cock popped in my pussy after a small thrust. His cock started to stretch my pussy and I felt him pulsing in me. I was so horny knowing I have now literally fucked him and knew how sexy his dirty uncut cock felt in me.

He grabbed my ass and pushed his cock more inside me. I slowly moved back and forth feeling his hard cock fully, which felt way better than my husband's. I slowly pulled myself away. His cock head popped out making a sloppy noise and our juices fell on my tummy as his cock swayed suddenly. He was still in doubt whether I would let him do this again or not. I felt really naughty and called Nikita. Her phone was ringing while I turned around and bent over a table. There was a open window which was facing Nikita's bed room balcony, the next door. I turned to Manoj and winked at him and lifted my nighty to expose him my bare smooth ass and pussy. He got the hint and positioned himself behind me and rubbed his cock on my pussy. I pushed back and he entered me. This time I felt wonderful as his cock felt different from this angle. I gasped as he entered and stretched my pussy and exactly then Kavitaanswered my phone.

"Hi!"

I said, "Hiiii, uh hunnn unh, Nikita" as Manoj slowly fucked my wet slutty pussy.

"Kya hua, aise aawaz kyun kar rahi hai?(what happened, why are you making such noise?)"

I said, " kuch nahi, unnnnh, idhar outhouse me aayi, mmmmmh, thi" (nothing, I was just in this outhouse)

"Kahan (where), outhouse? Udhar toh, Manoj.... hey, wait" I saw her in her balcony, looking at our outhouse window. I knew she could look at us and that gave me a thrill in my slut pussy.

Manoj was about to cum and he didn't care my speaking on phone or Kavita watching us. He kept rolling his eyes while pushing his cock in my sweet pink pussy. I saw Kavita's jaw drop looking at me, her sweet conservative friend, whom she had made fun of in the morning lusting like a primate with the house help. I saw she couldn't think of what to do or say. I bet my oohs and aahs were audible to her clearly. As she watched Manoj came like a fountain in me. I too came a lot gasping. After many endless spasms, I looked up to see Kavita still watching us and felt a bit of shame for the first time. Manoj took his cock out and a glob of gooey cum dripped down like frothed honey from my pussy. I saw Kavita was still on our call and cut it. Since I didn't have my panties I simply dropped my nighty and came out of his room. Now I felt too shy in front of Kavita watching me intently in disbelief. I looked at her and noticed she had a horny expression and her nipples were hard and poking through her t shirt. I ran back to my house. I quickly got into my bathtub, and had a nice bath.

 

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My husband returned home late as usual. After I put my kid to bed, we had dinner as usual. I didn't know how to tell him about me and Manoj, though I knew he had actually fantasized about it. He was in bed reading something and I wanted to catch up on my sleep after hectic activity with Manoj.

The next day, my husband was up already and seemed busy doing something. He came to me, hugged and kissed me. I felt so nice. Then he got down on his knees, licked my pussy for a while. He said, "maine camera lagaa diya hai, aaj poora din tum neeche kuch nahi pehnna mat" (I have placed cameras, don't wear anything below today!) He had put up cameras which live streamed us to his mobile.

I readied my kid and sent him off to school. Luckily he was a sound sleeper, so I could dare to do dirty things in night. Later when my husband was leaving, Manoj was at home, looking sheepishly at him. He ignored and left for office. As soon as he left, I removed my nightie, and wore only my bedroom pajama top. It was button up type and came just above my pussy, leaving all my pussy and white smooth ass bare for anyone to see.

Manoj was working in garden, wearing his black small shorts and I drooled at his ass and cock shape visible. I was feeling fresh in the morning so thought I'd tease him a bit and warm him up. I changed to my pink short nighty with nothing inside. My pussy was already wet and smelled like a whore. I called him in, and bent myself in kitchen as if looking for a bowl, which I had hidden. The nighty had already rolled up and exposed my half ass and pussy. Manoj came in and was standing unsure as to do what. I asked him if he had seen that bowl and asked him to search for it. He took the next cabinet to search, squatting and making his round buttocks to bulge out. I moved neat him and placed my arm over his shoulder, my legs touching his and my armpit on his bare arm. He smelled dirty, as he took bath late in evenings. I "accidentally" touched his crotch, and said,

"Bahut garam hai aaj!" ( its so hot today!)

"Haan bhabhi" (yes sister)

"Dikhao phir" (show me then)

He stood up and slowly pulled down his shorts. His obscene cock was hard already and his foreskin pooled his precum. I said, "mera bhi bahut garam hai aaj" (I am hot today too)

and lifted my nighty to expose him my pussy. I sat on the kitchen counter and continued showing him my pussy.

For a while we both checked out each other's most private parts. I smiled and called him near. I placed my forefinger on his cock tip, and picked up a big glob of precum. I put that in my mouth and it smelled so dirty. He sighed and his cock twitched dropping all his juice on the floor. I slid down like a slut and took his cock in my mouth. This time I properly blew him, and as I used my tongue to slide his foreskin, he closed his eyes. I could smell a lot from his hairy balls and I held his both buttocks as I continued to suck him. I suddenly got up, took him to my bedroom and made him lie down. I still hadn't shown him my boobs. So I got on top of him, in 69, placing my hussy pussy on his mouth, while I took his cock in my mouth again. He placed his calloused hands on my milky smooth ass and started to suck my pussy and placed his tongue deep inside. I licked his cock, balls, between his legs and lifted his ass and to probe his asshole with my tongue. This was so dirty and smelly, I came multiple times. Surprisingly he had still not come. I sucked him again and he was bucking hard and was about to come.

"Trrŕrrng!" Suddenly the door bell rang. "Oh shit" I said, who can be at this time? I quickly got off him and smoothed my nighty over. He too got up and went to kitchen to quickly wear his shorts. I went to the door and opened it, and I saw it was my neighbor friend, KavitaPatel, a gujju sexy woman. She was a bit of outspoken and funny, never hesitating to make dirty jokes. We had gone to mall two three weeks ago and I had actually invited her sometime to come and see my jewelry collection. As soon as I opened the door, she greeted me and her eyes grew wide and said, "are kya baat hai Shreya, itne sexy nightie!"(what is the matter Shreya, such a sexy nighty!)

I smiled and asked her to come in, trying to straighten my hair. She saw me closely and sniffed, "arre, kya ho raha hai idhar, bhaisaab office nahi gaye kya? Disturb toh nahi kiya maine?" (Hey what's happening here? Did your hubby didn't go to office? Hope I didn't disturb)
I said meekly, "bhaisaab toh office gaye hain" ( he has gone to office)
"Toh fir kis ke liye, arre yeh smell kya hai,"(then for whom you are wearing that, what is this smell?) she kept speaking and glanced at Manoj in kitchen trying to hide his hard on. Then she walked into our bedroom, as we were already quite close, and saw my bed. She said, "kuch toh smell aa raha hai yaar(something is smelling)" and saw some pubic hairs of Manoj on our bed. The bedsheets were a definite giveaway, and my nighty too seems quite unkempt and odd to wear in front of house help, when my hubby was away. She sat on our bed had my hands, and looked at me and smilingly asked, "kya kar rahi thi?(what were you doing)" The naughtiness in her question made me smirk and she exclaimed "aah!!" Then she quickly went to kitchen to see Manoj and he was sheepishly still trying to hide his boner. His body language was enough to guess what happened here. She returned and sat next to me and teased me for a while about this. I didn't explicitly admit to anything but always smirked at her comments. She was so excited, rather than being disgusted. "Bataana, kya kiya uske saath?" (Tell me, what did you do with him?) She kept asking me repeatedly.
I said, "kuch nahi yaar, thoda bahut masti, bas!"(nothing, just teasing him, that's all!) She kept pestering for a while and gradually we started to look over the jewelry. After a while Manoj brought us some lemonade. She was again teasing now. She asked him, "arre batao, memsàb kya kar rahi thi tumhare saath, ki itna Time laga darvaza kholne me?(hey tell me what was she doing with you that it took so long to answer the door?)" Manoj was too shy and ran away from there. I was feeling very dirty but not aroused and wanted to shower.
After a while she left winking at me saying, "phir aaungi kabhi(I will visit sometime again)". It was almost midday and lots of work was left so me and Manoj did our own chores. Later in the afternoon, as tea time approached I called up my husband. He was busy at office, so didn't take my call. I thought of continuing what i was doing today with Manoj. I made tea and took the tray wearing my normal nighty which covered me entirely. Manoj let me in his room. We both had tea, as usual and I told him that my gujju friend has suspected us doing dirty things. "Lagta hai Kavitako shak ho gaya ki hum kuch gande kaam kar rahe the"(I think Kavitasuspects us of doing something dirty)
"Haan bhabhi, unhone mujhse bhi poocha tha"(yes sister, she asked me too)
"Inko kya lena dena, kaun kya kare!"( why should she care?)
"Haan bhabhi"(yes sister)
"Accha sa mood banaa tha, disturb kar diya usne!"(I had a good mood, she distracted me)
"Haan bhabhi, mujhe toh abhi bhi..."(yes sister, I am still...)
"Kya?"(what?)

"...."
"Arre bolna, sharmao mat"(tell me, don't be shy)
"Bhabhi..."
I got up and smiled at him. He too meekly got up. His hard cock was making an obscene tent in his shorts already. I kneeled in front of him, slipped down his shorts slowly. His sexy dirty cock jumped out. I used my tongue to lick his wet hard cock head once. His pre cum was making it smooth and a strong musky smell emanated from his cock. He was already twitching his cock in anticipation. I took it in my mouth and let it slip to my throat. I grabbed his dirty ass and made him face fuck me.


After a while I got up. I was wet in my pussy and needed him there. It was too much of teasing and I was dying to take him in my wet pussy. I lifted my left leg and placed on the wall behind him. I hadn't worn my panties so his upturned cock head squarely touched my most private place. It was sloppy wet. I whimpered and moved my pelvis obscenely making him penetrate me. His hard cock popped in my pussy after a small thrust. His cock started to stretch my pussy and I felt him pulsing in me. I was so horny knowing I have now literally fucked him and knew how sexy his dirty uncut cock felt in me.
He grabbed my ass and pushed his cock more inside me. I slowly moved back and forth feeling his hard cock fully, which felt way better than my husband's. I slowly pulled myself away. His cock head popped out making a sloppy noise and our juices fell on my tummy as his cock swayed suddenly. He was still in doubt whether I would let him do this again or not. I felt really naughty and called Kavita. Her phone was ringing while I turned around and bent over a table. There was a open window which was facing Kavita's bed room balcony, the next door. I turned to Manoj and winked at him and lifted my nighty to expose him my bare smooth ass and pussy. He got the hint and positioned himself behind me and rubbed his cock on my pussy. I pushed back and he entered me. This time I felt wonderful as his cock felt different from this angle. I gasped as he entered and stretched my pussy and exactly then Kavita answered my phone.

"Hi!"

I said, "Hiiii, uh hunnn unh, Kavita" as Manoj slowly fucked my wet slutty pussy.

"Kya hua, aise aawaz kyun kar rahi hai?(what happened, why are you making such noise?)"

I said, " kuch nahi, unnnnh, idhar outhouse me aayi, mmmmmh, thi" (nothing, I was just in this outhouse)

"Kahan (where), outhouse? Udhar toh, Manoj.... hey, wait" I saw her in her balcony, looking at our outhouse window. I knew she could look at us and that gave me a thrill in my slut pussy.

Manoj was about to cum and he didn't care my speaking on phone or Kavita watching us. He kept rolling his eyes while pushing his cock in my sweet pink pussy. I saw Kavita's jaw drop looking at me, her sweet conservative friend, whom she had made fun of in the morning lusting like a primate with the house help. I saw she couldn't think of what to do or say. I bet my oohs and aahs were audible to her clearly. As she watched Manoj came like a fountain in me. I too came a lot gasping. After many endless spasms, I looked up to see Kavita still watching us and felt a bit of shame for the first time. Manoj took his cock out and a glob of gooey cum dripped down like frothed honey from my pussy. I saw Kavita was still on our call and cut it. Since I didn't have my panties I simply dropped my nighty and came out of his room. Now I felt too shy in front of Kavita watching me intently in disbelief. I looked at her and noticed she had a horny expression and her nipples were hard and poking through her t shirt. I ran back to my house. I quickly got into my bathtub, and had a nice bath.

My husband returned home late as usual. After I put my kid to bed, we had dinner as usual. I didn't know how to tell him about me and Manoj, though I knew he had actually fantasized about it. He was in bed reading something and I changed to my short pink nightie. I had that erotic thrill again and I quickly snuck out and went to Manoj's room. I called Kavita from my phone and entered Manoj's room. He was surprised to see me at that time.

He said, "bhabhi... kya hua? (what happened?)"

"Kuch nahi" (nothing) I said and lifted my short nighty to expose my pussy.

I could hear Kavita saying "hello" on phone. I said to her to come to her balcony. Now it was night and due to the room's light and open window I knew she could watch me clearly. I kneeled down in front of Manoj and slid down his shorts. He was semi hard, may be he was confused. I bent forward and took his cock in mouth and started to work my tongue on his phallus and foreskin. I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me smelling his crotch and hairs. The more dirtier it got, I was aroused like a mad bitch. When his cock was hard, I got up, bent over the table, took my phone and asked Kavita if she was watching us.

She said, "haan, dekh rahi hoon"(yes I am seeing)

I looked over and saw her standing in the balcony, her hands in her night pants obviously fingering. I turned to Manoj, lifted my nighty, exposed my ass and pussy to him like a slum.

He quietly stood behind me, held his cock and quickly found my love hole. He just moved about once and I felt his wonderful horny dirty cock slowly entering my hot pussy. An involuntary gasp and whimper escaped me and I heard the same from Kavita. Obviously she knew I was taking in my pussy now. Manoj kept moving and tried to grab my boobs. I pushed his hand away and said, "sirf udhar karna" (only do it there).

This went on for a while and suddenly I felt a hot stream of cum in my deep pussy. Oh, he was so hard and had so much cum. He pushed inside to the hilt and spasmed at least ten times. Then I pushed him away slowly.

This was only half of it. I kept my hand on my pussy to stop his cum leaking out and ran to my house. Kavita stood watching me at her balcony. Her husband too was a workaholic spending time more with his business than his beautiful sexy wife.

I ran to our room, switched on the lights and opened the shades. My husband who was reading till then on the bedside lamp looked at me and my dishelved self. I think he saw the lust in my eyes. I slowly and sexily disrobed and shook my aroused boobies at him. He kept away his book and looked at me questioningly. I quickly moved to his side of the bed and threw off his sheets. I yanked his pants down like a wanton slut, and he was already getting aroused. I straddled him and tried to take his cock in my engorged pussy lips. After trying, he entered me. His eyes widened realizing the very unusual wet pussy and why it was. Realizing his fantasy coming true so unexpectedly, he bucked his hips. I leaned forward, kissed him and put my tongue in his mouth and said to him, "maine abhi manoj ka muh me liya"(I took manoj in my mouth today). I felt him getting hard and aroused and we both had Manoj's unmistakable Musk and taste in our mouths. I kissed him probing again and again.

I fed him my nude erect nippled boobs. Told him it was entirely his while rest of my body was used by Manoj.

I looked out the window and saw Kavita was still standing there fingering herself watching me again ride a cock, this time my husband's. I had another dirty idea and I got up and stood on the bed. I held my husband's hair and made him lick my pussy as I lowered a bit myself on his face obscenely. He looked at me and I told him, "woh sab Manoj ka hai, chaat le"( that spunk is of Manoj, lick it).

I heard Kavita squeaking over our still ongoing call, and I had the most dirty feeling orgasm of my life. I rubbed my dirty violated slut pussy on my husband's face and mouth and he was feeding on another man's cum in his wife's pussy. I felt something warm hitting me on my ass and back, it was his ejaculation.

I kept thinking - What's happened to you Shreya - you were reluctant girl who did not let Kishan bhaiya cum in you easily and now you are having roaring sex with your second servant, cuckolding your husband and developed an exhibitionist streak making your neighbor Kavita jealous...

 

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JUST WOW. PLS MORE TEASING FIRST.

 

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My husband returned home late as usual. After I put my kid to bed, we had dinner as usual. I didn't know how to tell him about me and Manoj, though I knew he had actually fantasized about it. He was in bed reading something and I wanted to catch up on my sleep after hectic activity with Manoj.

The next day, my husband was up already and seemed busy doing something. He came to me, hugged and kissed me. I felt so nice. Then he got down on his knees, licked my pussy for a while. He said, "maine camera lagaa diya hai, aaj poora din tum neeche kuch nahi pehnna mat" (I have placed cameras, don't wear anything below today!) He had put up cameras which live streamed us to his mobile.

I readied my kid and sent him off to school. Luckily he was a sound sleeper, so I could dare to do dirty things in night. Later when my husband was leaving, Manoj was at home, looking sheepishly at him. He ignored and left for office. As soon as he left, I removed my nightie, and wore only my bedroom pajama top. It was button up type and came just above my pussy, leaving all my pussy and white smooth ass bare for anyone to see.

Manoj was working in garden, wearing his black small shorts and I drooled at his ass and cock shape visible. I was feeling fresh in the morning so thought I'd tease him a bit and warm him up. I changed to my pink short nighty with nothing inside. My pussy was already wet and smelled like a whore. I called him in, and bent myself in kitchen as if looking for a bowl, which I had hidden. The nighty had already rolled up and exposed my half ass and pussy. Manoj came in and was standing unsure as to do what. I asked him if he had seen that bowl and asked him to search for it. He took the next cabinet to search, squatting and making his round buttocks to bulge out. I moved neat him and placed my arm over his shoulder, my legs touching his and my armpit on his bare arm. He smelled dirty, as he took bath late in evenings. I "accidentally" touched his crotch, and said,

"Bahut garam hai aaj!" ( its so hot today!)

"Haan bhabhi" (yes sister)

"Dikhao phir" (show me then)

He stood up and slowly pulled down his shorts. His obscene cock was hard already and his foreskin pooled his precum. I said, "mera bhi bahut garam hai aaj" (I am hot today too)

and lifted my nighty to expose him my pussy. I sat on the kitchen counter and continued showing him my pussy.

For a while we both checked out each other's most private parts. I smiled and called him near. I placed my forefinger on his cock tip, and picked up a big glob of precum. I put that in my mouth and it smelled so dirty. He sighed and his cock twitched dropping all his juice on the floor. I slid down like a slut and took his cock in my mouth. This time I properly blew him, and as I used my tongue to slide his foreskin, he closed his eyes. I could smell a lot from his hairy balls and I held his both buttocks as I continued to suck him. I suddenly got up, took him to my bedroom and made him lie down. I still hadn't shown him my boobs. So I got on top of him, in 69, placing my hussy pussy on his mouth, while I took his cock in my mouth again. He placed his calloused hands on my milky smooth ass and started to suck my pussy and placed his tongue deep inside. I licked his cock, balls, between his legs and lifted his ass and to probe his asshole with my tongue. This was so dirty and smelly, I came multiple times. Surprisingly he had still not come. I sucked him again and he was bucking hard and was about to come.

"Trrŕrrng!" Suddenly the door bell rang. "Oh shit" I said, who can be at this time? I quickly got off him and smoothed my nighty over. He too got up and went to kitchen to quickly wear his shorts. I went to the door and opened it, and I saw it was my neighbor friend, KavitaPatel, a gujju sexy woman. She was a bit of outspoken and funny, never hesitating to make dirty jokes. We had gone to mall two three weeks ago and I had actually invited her sometime to come and see my jewelry collection. As soon as I opened the door, she greeted me and her eyes grew wide and said, "are kya baat hai Shreya, itne sexy nightie!"(what is the matter Shreya, such a sexy nighty!)

I smiled and asked her to come in, trying to straighten my hair. She saw me closely and sniffed, "arre, kya ho raha hai idhar, bhaisaab office nahi gaye kya? Disturb toh nahi kiya maine?" (Hey what's happening here? Did your hubby didn't go to office? Hope I didn't disturb)
I said meekly, "bhaisaab toh office gaye hain" ( he has gone to office)
"Toh fir kis ke liye, arre yeh smell kya hai,"(then for whom you are wearing that, what is this smell?) she kept speaking and glanced at Manoj in kitchen trying to hide his hard on. Then she walked into our bedroom, as we were already quite close, and saw my bed. She said, "kuch toh smell aa raha hai yaar(something is smelling)" and saw some pubic hairs of Manoj on our bed. The bedsheets were a definite giveaway, and my nighty too seems quite unkempt and odd to wear in front of house help, when my hubby was away. She sat on our bed had my hands, and looked at me and smilingly asked, "kya kar rahi thi?(what were you doing)" The naughtiness in her question made me smirk and she exclaimed "aah!!" Then she quickly went to kitchen to see Manoj and he was sheepishly still trying to hide his boner. His body language was enough to guess what happened here. She returned and sat next to me and teased me for a while about this. I didn't explicitly admit to anything but always smirked at her comments. She was so excited, rather than being disgusted. "Bataana, kya kiya uske saath?" (Tell me, what did you do with him?) She kept asking me repeatedly.
I said, "kuch nahi yaar, thoda bahut masti, bas!"(nothing, just teasing him, that's all!) She kept pestering for a while and gradually we started to look over the jewelry. After a while Manoj brought us some lemonade. She was again teasing now. She asked him, "arre batao, memsàb kya kar rahi thi tumhare saath, ki itna Time laga darvaza kholne me?(hey tell me what was she doing with you that it took so long to answer the door?)" Manoj was too shy and ran away from there. I was feeling very dirty but not aroused and wanted to shower.
After a while she left winking at me saying, "phir aaungi kabhi(I will visit sometime again)". It was almost midday and lots of work was left so me and Manoj did our own chores. Later in the afternoon, as tea time approached I called up my husband. He was busy at office, so didn't take my call. I thought of continuing what i was doing today with Manoj. I made tea and took the tray wearing my normal nighty which covered me entirely. Manoj let me in his room. We both had tea, as usual and I told him that my gujju friend has suspected us doing dirty things. "Lagta hai Kavitako shak ho gaya ki hum kuch gande kaam kar rahe the"(I think Kavitasuspects us of doing something dirty)
"Haan bhabhi, unhone mujhse bhi poocha tha"(yes sister, she asked me too)
"Inko kya lena dena, kaun kya kare!"( why should she care?)
"Haan bhabhi"(yes sister)
"Accha sa mood banaa tha, disturb kar diya usne!"(I had a good mood, she distracted me)
"Haan bhabhi, mujhe toh abhi bhi..."(yes sister, I am still...)
"Kya?"(what?)

"...."
"Arre bolna, sharmao mat"(tell me, don't be shy)
"Bhabhi..."
I got up and smiled at him. He too meekly got up. His hard cock was making an obscene tent in his shorts already. I kneeled in front of him, slipped down his shorts slowly. His sexy dirty cock jumped out. I used my tongue to lick his wet hard cock head once. His pre cum was making it smooth and a strong musky smell emanated from his cock. He was already twitching his cock in anticipation. I took it in my mouth and let it slip to my throat. I grabbed his dirty ass and made him face fuck me.


After a while I got up. I was wet in my pussy and needed him there. It was too much of teasing and I was dying to take him in my wet pussy. I lifted my left leg and placed on the wall behind him. I hadn't worn my panties so his upturned cock head squarely touched my most private place. It was sloppy wet. I whimpered and moved my pelvis obscenely making him penetrate me. His hard cock popped in my pussy after a small thrust. His cock started to stretch my pussy and I felt him pulsing in me. I was so horny knowing I have now literally fucked him and knew how sexy his dirty uncut cock felt in me.
He grabbed my ass and pushed his cock more inside me. I slowly moved back and forth feeling his hard cock fully, which felt way better than my husband's. I slowly pulled myself away. His cock head popped out making a sloppy noise and our juices fell on my tummy as his cock swayed suddenly. He was still in doubt whether I would let him do this again or not. I felt really naughty and called Kavita. Her phone was ringing while I turned around and bent over a table. There was a open window which was facing Kavita's bed room balcony, the next door. I turned to Manoj and winked at him and lifted my nighty to expose him my bare smooth ass and pussy. He got the hint and positioned himself behind me and rubbed his cock on my pussy. I pushed back and he entered me. This time I felt wonderful as his cock felt different from this angle. I gasped as he entered and stretched my pussy and exactly then Kavita answered my phone.

"Hi!"

I said, "Hiiii, uh hunnn unh, Kavita" as Manoj slowly fucked my wet slutty pussy.

"Kya hua, aise aawaz kyun kar rahi hai?(what happened, why are you making such noise?)"

I said, " kuch nahi, unnnnh, idhar outhouse me aayi, mmmmmh, thi" (nothing, I was just in this outhouse)

"Kahan (where), outhouse? Udhar toh, Manoj.... hey, wait" I saw her in her balcony, looking at our outhouse window. I knew she could look at us and that gave me a thrill in my slut pussy.

Manoj was about to cum and he didn't care my speaking on phone or Kavita watching us. He kept rolling his eyes while pushing his cock in my sweet pink pussy. I saw Kavita's jaw drop looking at me, her sweet conservative friend, whom she had made fun of in the morning lusting like a primate with the house help. I saw she couldn't think of what to do or say. I bet my oohs and aahs were audible to her clearly. As she watched Manoj came like a fountain in me. I too came a lot gasping. After many endless spasms, I looked up to see Kavita still watching us and felt a bit of shame for the first time. Manoj took his cock out and a glob of gooey cum dripped down like frothed honey from my pussy. I saw Kavita was still on our call and cut it. Since I didn't have my panties I simply dropped my nighty and came out of his room. Now I felt too shy in front of Kavita watching me intently in disbelief. I looked at her and noticed she had a horny expression and her nipples were hard and poking through her t shirt. I ran back to my house. I quickly got into my bathtub, and had a nice bath.

My husband returned home late as usual. After I put my kid to bed, we had dinner as usual. I didn't know how to tell him about me and Manoj, though I knew he had actually fantasized about it. He was in bed reading something and I changed to my short pink nightie. I had that erotic thrill again and I quickly snuck out and went to Manoj's room. I called Kavita from my phone and entered Manoj's room. He was surprised to see me at that time.

He said, "bhabhi... kya hua? (what happened?)"

"Kuch nahi" (nothing) I said and lifted my short nighty to expose my pussy.

I could hear Kavita saying "hello" on phone. I said to her to come to her balcony. Now it was night and due to the room's light and open window I knew she could watch me clearly. I kneeled down in front of Manoj and slid down his shorts. He was semi hard, may be he was confused. I bent forward and took his cock in mouth and started to work my tongue on his phallus and foreskin. I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me smelling his crotch and hairs. The more dirtier it got, I was aroused like a mad bitch. When his cock was hard, I got up, bent over the table, took my phone and asked Kavita if she was watching us.

She said, "haan, dekh rahi hoon"(yes I am seeing)

I looked over and saw her standing in the balcony, her hands in her night pants obviously fingering. I turned to Manoj, lifted my nighty, exposed my ass and pussy to him like a slum.

He quietly stood behind me, held his cock and quickly found my love hole. He just moved about once and I felt his wonderful horny dirty cock slowly entering my hot pussy. An involuntary gasp and whimper escaped me and I heard the same from Kavita. Obviously she knew I was taking in my pussy now. Manoj kept moving and tried to grab my boobs. I pushed his hand away and said, "sirf udhar karna" (only do it there).

This went on for a while and suddenly I felt a hot stream of cum in my deep pussy. Oh, he was so hard and had so much cum. He pushed inside to the hilt and spasmed at least ten times. Then I pushed him away slowly.

This was only half of it. I kept my hand on my pussy to stop his cum leaking out and ran to my house. Kavita stood watching me at her balcony. Her husband too was a workaholic spending time more with his business than his beautiful sexy wife.

I ran to our room, switched on the lights and opened the shades. My husband who was reading till then on the bedside lamp looked at me and my dishelved self. I think he saw the lust in my eyes. I slowly and sexily disrobed and shook my aroused boobies at him. He kept away his book and looked at me questioningly. I quickly moved to his side of the bed and threw off his sheets. I yanked his pants down like a wanton slut, and he was already getting aroused. I straddled him and tried to take his cock in my engorged pussy lips. After trying, he entered me. His eyes widened realizing the very unusual wet pussy and why it was. Realizing his fantasy coming true so unexpectedly, he bucked his hips. I leaned forward, kissed him and put my tongue in his mouth and said to him, "maine abhi manoj ka muh me liya"(I took manoj in my mouth today). I felt him getting hard and aroused and we both had Manoj's unmistakable Musk and taste in our mouths. I kissed him probing again and again.

I fed him my nude erect nippled boobs. Told him it was entirely his while rest of my body was used by Manoj.

I looked out the window and saw Kavita was still standing there fingering herself watching me again ride a cock, this time my husband's. I had another dirty idea and I got up and stood on the bed. I held my husband's hair and made him lick my pussy as I lowered a bit myself on his face obscenely. He looked at me and I told him, "woh sab Manoj ka hai, chaat le"( that spunk is of Manoj, lick it).

I heard Kavita squeaking over our still ongoing call, and I had the most dirty feeling orgasm of my life. I rubbed my dirty violated slut pussy on my husband's face and mouth and he was feeding on another man's cum in his wife's pussy. I felt something warm hitting me on my ass and back, it was his ejaculation.

I kept thinking - What's happened to you Shreya - you were reluctant girl who did not let Kishan bhaiya cum in you easily and now you are having roaring sex with your second servant, cuckolding your husband and developed an exhibitionist streak making your neighbor Kavita jealous...

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Shreya's fun at her Husband's Ravi's bosses Party

The party was organised at my husband Ravi's boss residence to celebrate a new arrival of baby bou. Ravi, my husband, insisted that I have to attend as he wanted to make a good impression on Mr. Sameer his boss. I was ok for this and got ready for the planned visit. We bought a gift for new baby and left for the house.
Komal, Sameer's wife had delivered a day earlier and was at her parents' house, which was a day's travel. Komal had gone to her parents place for delivery, as is the tradition in Indian houses, since the last three months and Sameer & Ravi either had their meals in hotels or sometimes came home for lunch or a casual dinner on weekends. We had become very close friends. To celebrate this occasion, Sameer had given a party, to us and another 3 couples whose husbands worked in the firm, at his home which was a beautifully landscaped bungalow on the outskirts of Indore. It offered a fantastic view of the mountain range and offered good privacy. His house was aesthetically designed and Komal was a stickler for cleanliness and had a good sense of décor. Though sparsely decorated, it had the touch of a connoisseur.

Though we were just 8 guests, Sameer had brought food for 20 guests. He had brought the most expensive liquors & wines and everyone, including the other three ladies enjoyed them, generously. The mood had lightened and the jokes had turned raunchier. While some of them giggled, the rest joined in with bursts of laughter.
As regards the house, it was palatial. It had a huge sitting room, placed at a lower level with the upper level holding the kitchen and dining room. The entire 3 sides of the sitting room were flanked by wide verandahs; with huge open French windows separating the hall & the verandahs. This created an aura of vastness and spaciousness in the room. The dining room was open and had no walls.

The architect had designed it, keeping privacy of the diners in mind, in case of casual visitors. The kitchen was any wife's delight, holding the most modern gadgetry. There were three bedrooms; one was on the ground floor, while two were on the upper level. All being attached with bathrooms & toilets, one could have privacy at hand, without disturbing any other person in the house. However, there were two more bathrooms with toilets at the lower level next to the kitchen, which were kept for casual visitors and guests.
The lower bedroom was for guests, while the top one was used by Sameer & Komal. The nearby one would now be used for the baby and was superbly decorated with curtains, soft toys and a rocking cradle.
The evening had slipped into darkness and the drinking binge had started having effect on all of us. One of the wives expressed her wish to me to use the washroom and I directed her to one of the lower toilets. Since she was not aware of the house, she requested me to accompany her. I went and showed it to her. As she closed the door, I saw Sameer in the kitchen and went in to help him out.

"Boss. Any help?" I queried.
Sameer turned around and was surprised to see me.
"Hey, there! What are you doing here? Hope you are enjoying the party?"
"Aarti wanted to use the toilet and I just came to guide her."
"Oh! Shreya you please use our bath, on the first floor, in case you need to. Komal has all the right things for make-up, in case you wish to powder your pretty nose. I am sure she will understand and not mind."
"It's ok, Boss. I could use the down one," I replied.
"No, I insist. And please drop the 'Boss' part. Please call me Raghu. You are family, Shreya," he stressed. I blushed with the heaped adoration and being called family.
Sameer is about Ravi's age and was dusky, if may call him. He was in his shorts and a baggy tee-shirt. It hid his muscular frame and his flat tummy. However, the calf of his legs gave a good hint that he exercised regularly and would be good in bed. Looking at him, I was surprised to feel a tingle between my legs. Was I going moist? It must be the 3 glasses of beer I had guzzled, I thought.

I went to help him as he picked more beer and soda bottles from the fridge. Since it was a casual party amongst friends, I was wearing a loose white shirt over a knee length dark blue satin skirt. To accentuate my 5' 5" height, I was wearing 4" heels. This attire made me stand out amongst the crowd. The other ladies were wearing either salwar's or saris, which are normally worn by Indian ladies.
As he passed on the cold bottles from the fridge, I kept them on the tray to be carried out. I leant forward to pick up the tray, and that very time Sameer reached out his arms from below to pick up the trays. Our hands criss-crossed and my right breast rested squarely in the crook of his left elbow.

An involuntary sigh of pleasure escaped my lips, as his arm pressed my boob and lingered on. Though it was an unplanned action, this fuelled my desired tingling and I could feel myself going moist there. In fact I was expecting my periods within a day or two and as a precaution I had worn a slim pad. In a short time I felt that I may have to check on the sanitary pad.
Sameer realized it as an after- thought and hurriedly removed his arm. "I'm sorry, Shreya. I didn't mean to," He apologized.
The tray fell back with a thud. At that moment Aarti came out of the toilet.
"What happened? Everything okay?" she enquire seeing us close together and clutching at the bottles.
"No problem Aarti," I replied non-ruffled. "The tray was wet and it slipped. Luckily Mr. Sameer was there or the bottles would have crashed to the floor." I winked at Sameer.
As Aarti left to go down, Sameer whispered "I am really sorry. I did not mean it."
"Mean what Boss?" I teased. I wanted to flirt with him a little, as he picked up the tray and I picked up the ice-bucket and started for the door. "Uuuh, I mean ...," He fumbled for words. I was sure that he must have been really horny with his wife away for 3 months. These thoughts were really playing on my mind, and by that time we realized that we had reached the group.

Someone had cracked a joke and they were having a good laugh. Even the ladies were behaving like the boys and having a good time. Everyone had their glasses almost empty. The rest of the guys said that they wanted to go for a pee and left with the other two ladies. Aarti went along too.
"Boss, you don't have to apologize so much. I should have been more careful. But it was a pleasure too." I was in a mood to tease him, knowing that we could flirt safely, when the guests were not around. I had decided to let my hair down for once.
"You really mean that?" he enquired. "Thanks. And remember, you may please use the upper bathrooms. We have upgraded it to the best we could make." I was not sure but I got a feeling that he was literally inviting me to go upstairs. This made me very inquisitive.

 

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Today I had worn a white lavy two piece dress which pushed my breasts still higher. I was sure that my nipples would show through the dress. Why was this conversation having this effect on me? I did not have time to think as the entire group came boisterously down the lawned path.


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I did not realize but I gulped the half glass of beer and shouted "So everyone comfortable? Hope you'll have pulled the flush?" I joked. Everyone burst out laughing and jokingly blamed one another.
So here we were back amidst the crowd and the conversation led from one topic to another. Mr. Sameer announced that he was going to get some more snacks as he had to heat them up. Ravi called out to me "Hey Shreya, why don't you lend a hand to Mr. Sameer? I nodded and said that I also had to use the loo. There were woos & boos as I walked with Sameer to his house, which as I said earlier at a little distance from the gardens.
"Shreya, I will show you the loo and when you finish, you can come down." He led the way up the stairs to his master bedroom. It was the best site that I saw. Majestically liveried furniture, pink & light blue laced curtains, soft lights and huge glass windows gave the bedroom a very, very sexy look. The view of the lighted city based below the hill added to the eroticism, as it gave one a perfect privacy, yet being able to see the entire city. He opened one of the huge window-cum-doors to the balcony and walked out, with me following in tow. I could see our group in the garden, but I was sure that they could not see me.
"Beautiful view" I complimented Sameer. "You must be spending a lot of time here?" He just smiled and shook his head.
"I need to use your loo Mr. Sameer." I reminded him.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I got lost in thoughts. I remembered Komal." He said. "This is our most special place. No prying eyes and pure nature." We went inside, - again he leading and me following.
He went to a door inside the bedroom, a little to the left of the bed. It was a frosted glass door and it opened out into a very white and clean bathroom. It had a glass cubicle at one corner, with a set of hand sprays & jet sprays. One side was the bidet and besides it the toilet seat fixed into the wall and above the ground. The entire area was extremely clean & bright. The toilet seat faced the door. Mr. Sameer moved aside and I brushed against him and entered inside. He let go of the door and walked away . . . or so I thought.
With the urge to urinate being very strong, I went to the toilet seat turned round and bunched up my skirt. I then hooked my fingers into my panty and slid it down to my ankles and checked out the sanitary pad. Though it was wet, I had not got my periods. I slipped it down as well. I then sat and relieved myself.
The sound of the falling urine resounded in that confine, making a big splashing sound. I knew it would take time to unload 3 beers stored in my bladder.
I opened my eyes slowly. It was then that I got a shock of my life. Mr. Sameer was standing just a foot away from me, inside the bathroom with his shorts& underwear bunched near his knees, and his chocolaty brown penis was standing erect. Though it may have been just about 6-7 inches long, it was as thick as his arm. It looked like a baton. It must have been at least 2.5 to 3 inches thick. It was just about a foot away from my mouth, bobbing away to glory. The tip was like a fist but smooth and bulbous to look at. I have seen porno movies but this was way beyond my imagination.
"Mr. Sameer, what are you doing?" I expressed to him, unable to take my eyes of his cock.
"Please, what will Komal say?"
"Shreya, I am sorry, but you are just very erotic today. I could not control myself. I have controlled myself for the last 3 months. I am really sex starved. Please don't get angry."
"Mr. Sameer, I am married. So are you." I tried to explain, but little realizing that my shaved pussy was totally exposed to him, while my other hand was on my boob. "What if the guests come to know? It will be a big scandal."




Inadvertently, and little realizing the fact, I had given a candid consent. Would I make this dream a reality?
"Shreya, they are all having a time of their life along with the ladies" he explained in a way a child tries to get a sweet from his mother. "If you only agree to give me a release. Please Shreya, Please."