It was 2 am and I was tossing and turning in bed. Sleep had eluded me tonight.
I was horny! A couple of hours back, I tried to seduce my wife, Shazia, for a conjugal session. She rejected me and said that she was too tired.
I even assured her desperately that I will be quick – but she still ignored my pleas and promised me that tomorrow night she will have sex with me.
With sheer disappointment, and a raging hard-on – I tried my best to sleep it off. But, tonight my need for ejaculation was uncontrollable. I needed a release to sleep in peace.
After suffering for about an hour, I had enough and got up slowly from the bed, careful not to wake up my wife from her slumber. If she wakes up, I won’t be able to do as planned. I really needed to spend some “alone time” tonight.
Slowly, I opened the bedroom door and moved sideways, making the minimal noise and successfully managed to move out of the room. Happy that I didn’t wake up Shazia, I moved towards my office room.
I turned on my laptop and sat on my chair. My desk was parallel to the door, which meant anyone who entered would be able to see my activities on my laptop. Now, I wouldn’t want Shazia to creep up behind me. So, I made sure to lock the door.
Once all the programs were loaded, I opened my web browser’s incognito mode. In the address bar, I typed the website address where cuckold husbands and wannabes get to chat and share their stories with bulls and other cucks.
For the last decade, ever since I got introduced to this genre of porn, I have had an intense cuckold fetish. I was always a cuckold wannabe – never really into going passed the forbidden door, towards actual cuckolding in real life.
At that time, when I was around twenty years of age, I used to imagine my then girlfriend becoming stark naked and opening up her legs for the entertainment of other men.
In the chat forum, I sent a message in the general thread asking if anyone wants to chat with a cuckold wannabe. As usual, there were a lot of PMs. Almost ninety percent of the PMs were from bulls.
My next job was to screen through them and find a suitable few to chat with. I hated multitasking on this website, because different people operated at various paces.
Among the individuals I chose to talk with, I wasn’t finding much interest. Each bull lacked something or the other. Some were too aggressive, while others were too well-behaved. I preferred a balance on both scales.
After being on the forum for about half an hour, I was getting bored and was about to sign out and instead turn on some porn, when I was messaged by a user named “BrownCock6inches.”
Now, the nickname is quite a cliche but direct. What actually made me respond eagerly is that there is a high chance that this guy could be from the same country as myself.
This meant that I might be able to chat in the local language. Chatting in this language is way more fun than chatting in the universally accepted language. The total feeling is different, especially with the words and expressions. The universal language can be quite bland when it comes to sexual notations.
BrownCock6inches: Hello.
Me: Hi, I like your name. It is cliched but quite direct.
BrownCock6inches: Thanks. Are you a cuck?
Me: No, I am a cuck wannabe in real life.
BrownCock6inches: Is that so? Well, I am a bull in real life.
Me: Really? How many hot wife’s have you fucked?
BrownCock6inches: Lol! Too many for you to count. What’s your ASL (age, sex, location)?
Me: 30M from XXX
BrownCock6inches: Oh really? I am 21M also from XXX
Me: Yeah – that’s great! I had a feeling we would be from the same country. Do you chat in the local language?
After this, both of us began chatting in our local language.
BrownCock6inches: Tell me about your wife. How old is she? Where is she now?
Me: She is 30F. She is actually sleeping in the bedroom. I am now in my office room.
BrownCock6inches: Ok. Fancy taking a picture of her sleeping and showing it to me?
Me: Haha. No – not possible!
BrownCock6inches: Ok, can you show me a picture?
Me: Yes I can do that. But, her face will need to be blurred. I do not display my wife’s face on this website.
BrownCock6inches: Ok, will you be more comfortable if we chat in Hangouts or Skype?
Me: I can chat on Skype. But, I am still not comfortable showing her face.
BrownCock6inches: No issues – do you want to see me jerk off to her? Live on video call?
This proposal excited me suddenly!
Me: Sure! But, I can only show you non-nude face blurred pictures of her.
BrownCock6inches: Fine by me! My ID is XXX.
Within the next two minutes I connected my earphones to the jack of my laptop and called him directly on Skype.
The video came live after he received my call. In front of me was a young man who was slim, and about 5 feet 8 inches in height. He did look like a twenty-one year old. He had a mohawk haircut with faded on the sides. It seems like he aimed for a fuckboy look, but his demeanor didn’t relate to one. Such is the case with youths nowadays.
“Hello,” I greeted him. He looked at me and did the same. It was awkward for a few seconds, both trying to figure out how to go about this conversation.
“So, I am Aftab. What is your name?” I asked him, taking the first steps.
“My name is Sourav. What is Bhabi’s name?” He enquired. (Bhabi means Sister-in-Law or it refers simply to a brother’s wife. Even if someone is not related, it is common practice to refer to someone’s wife as a Bhabi).
“Shazia,” I responded. I was curious and asked him if his cock was really 6 inches.
“Oh yes! I am not lying here at all. Can you tell me about Bhabi’s body before showing me her pictures?” he asked. I told him that Shazia was fair skinned (light brown) and about 5 feet 4 inches in height. In terms of body measurements, she was a 36D with a waist of 30 inches and 34 inches for hip. She had what people termed as a rectangular body figure.
“That’s hot! I am sure lots of guys look at her, when she walks down the road and undress her in their minds,” said Sourav, with a wink. I laughed at his comment and told him that I really hoped they did.
“Tell me now about her tits,” demanded Sourav. I mentioned that Shazia has fairly round shaped tits with round nipples and a big sized brown areola.
“This is so hot. Can you show me her naked picture, Aftab Bhai?” he pleaded. I shook my head and told him it was not possible.
“Ok, please show her clothed picture then. Can you show her face? It turns me on even more when I know I will cum on her face,” explained Sourav. I again told him that I will not do that even if it’s an absolute turn on for me.
Sourav stood up and started to unbutton his jeans. Instantly, his erect uncut cock sprang out from its prison. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was fascinated by the sight.
In a split second, I imagined that Sourav would pull the foreskin of this veiny cock and start penetrating my wife. Shazia will hiss during its entry into her body in pain, and then howls like a female wolf in heat, from the pleasure as it pounded into her with brutal force.
“Hey, stop staring at my cock and show me your wife,” said an irritated Sourav. I scowled at the young man and then searched for an non-nude picture of Shazia from my PC. I quickly used the editor to blur my wife and then uploaded the picture in Skype.
The picture I uploaded was a recent picture, which was taken in our bedroom. Shazia was wearing a white halter top, which displayed prominently her huge cleavage and round navel. Below, she was wearing her shorts only, which meant that her thighs were in full display. The image was cut off right above her knees. But, whatever was being shown, any man would drool at this sexy sight.
“Holy shit! Shazia Bhabi dresses like this? She looks like whore. Does she wait around street corners and lean into cars? How much is her rate? Fuck!” screamed Sourav.
His shocked reaction made me laugh again! “Well, she leans into cars and tells the men that she will give them the full service for peanuts,” I said, trying to be sporty.
“If she does that to me, I will take her home and tie her up on all four bed posts – so that she is all spread eagle. Then, I would take out her milk globes through her top and cut off her shorts and undergarments with a pair of scissors;” said Sourav and he started to touch his erected member.
“If you cut off her clothes, how will she return home butt naked?” I asked as I played along.
“A whore like that will have no problem. She will take a ride from the next person she meets. He will drop her home, after he fucks the bitch’s cum filled pussy,” said Sourav, as he increased the intensity of his hand movements.
“Is that so?” I asked, as I also took out my cock to masturbate. I was getting seriously turned on by his reference to my wife as “whore” and “bitch.”
“Yeah! The bitch has no limits! She will fuck her way home,” said Sourav, in short breaths.
This was amazing!
“WHAT THE FUCK?” came a shout from behind me.
If the sound came from behind, it could only mean one thing – Shazia!
Panicked, I quickly turned around and was faced with my worst fears. She must have used the spare key to unlock and get in.
I was frozen on the spot. Hearing my wife scream, the guy on the other side also stopped moving.
From Shazia’s point of view, the scene depicted her husband with his cock out, jerking together with a stranger on the screen, while staring at one of her most private and intimate pictures.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? WHO THE FUCK IS THIS? WHAT IS ALL THIS?” shouted Shazia, demanding answers. I am sure that some of our neighbors would wake up from the scream. I hope they won’t call the police.
“Shazia, dear, it is not what you think,” I protested, meekly.
“WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK? WHY ARE YOU JERKING OFF? WHO IS THIS STRANGER? WHAT ARE FUCK IS MY PICTURE ON THE SCREEN?” shouted Shazia.
“Shazia, dear, I can explain – uh – uh,” I didn’t know what to say. Shazia came forward towards the screen and asked, “Who are you? How did you get my picture?”
“Aftab Bhai showed me your picture,” responded Sourav, still displaying his hard cock.
With Shazia’s entry in front of the camera, he was trying his best to display his cock to my wife.
That Motherfucker! I wish he would run away – but, he seemed to have taken a seat to watch my marriage crash down.
“How do you know my husband?” Shazia demanded to know.
“We met at a cuckold chat forum,” said Sourav, to my wife’s face. “What the fuck is a “cuckold chat”?” Shazia asked him. Darn it, I didn’t realize that Shazia really never came across this term.
“In cuckold chat forums, husbands talk about and show off sexy pictures of their wives to a bull. A bull is someone who is very aggressive and loves to have sex with wives of sissy husbands. But, in the forums, the husbands show nudes of their wives and ask us bulls to give nasty, demeaning and degrading comments, while they jerk off their meat,” explained Sourav, calmly – still showing Shazia his hard 6-incher.
I was speechless. The same goes for Shazia, but for completely different reasons.
She looked at me with an angry face and asked me to explain myself.
Now, this was one of the most difficult things that I had to explain. Scared by her expression and voice tone, I blabbed out everything. I mean every fucking thing!
From, how did it all start? To visit the chat forums to talk about her. At one point, I was asking myself why am I revealing all these truths about my nature, I could have easily lied to Shazia and said something else. Maybe, I could have told her I was bi-sexual and that really we were jerking together.
But, the most important thing I should have done is turn off the Skype video call. Sourav was also seeing me lose everything. The worst part was that he was enjoying all the drama.
And to make it worse, he was interjecting regularly to explain about cuckold behaviors.
For the next fifteen minutes, Shazia patiently absorbed whatever I had to say (as well as Sourav’s add-ons). Then, she broke her silence.
The tone of her voice was fierce. It was so deadly, that I felt that a knife had cut a hole in my heart. I wished that the ground would gobble me up. Or, maybe it was a horrendous dream and by pinching myself I would wake up.
But, this was the reality. This was the present! And, I had fucked up my life badly.
“So, it turns you on?” asked Shazia, with gritted teeth. I know I was a goner. Divorce bells?
“Yes, it did. But, I promise you I will never visit such chat forums,” I tried my best to convince her. Shazia didn’t buy it at all. Darn it – she is going to divorce me!
“I don’t trust you. You will only learn when you are punished appropriately,” said Shazia, fiercely and then turned towards the laptop screen.
“So, you are a bull? How many married women have you had sex with?” Shazia asked Sourav, fiercely.
The young man was taken aback. Then, he gathered his thoughts and responded, “Actually I am really pretending to be a bull wannabe. I never had sex with a married lady.”
I was not really shocked, as I have come across such people in the past. It wa another common thing in such chat rooms.
“So, you are a virgin?” asked Shazia, curiously.
“No, I am not a virgin, Bhabi” Sourav responded honestly.
“So, you have a girlfriend?” asked Shazia.
“No, Bhabi – actually I never was in a relationship,” replied Sourav, honestly – slightly ashamed.
“Then, you must be a virgin,” stated Shazia.
“Actually Bhabi – uh – prostitutes!” said Sourav and tried his best to hide his face. Even though this young man was all naked, this new line of questioning from my wife has made his cock flaccid to about 2 inches. The tip has resorted to go back into the foreskin.
Shazia took in his reply and stayed silent. But, being physically beside her, I could see her anger ready to boil over and explode.
She looked at me and then shouted, “YOU WERE SHOWING MY INTIMATE PICTURES TO THIS FILTH?”
“Hey…” protested Sourav – but, nobody was paying him any attention. For the next couple of minutes my wife kept shouting, saying words I have never heard come out of her mouth. This made me wonder, who is she? I never knew a side like this actually existed.
Wait! I realized the answer to my own question. She was never pushed to these dreadful levels. I guess divorce is inevitable now! I was wondering which stuff would I be able to have.
She suddenly stopped shouting and started to talk with Sourav.
“Where do you live?” she asked. Sourav mentioned a city, which was about a two hour flight from here.
“I will get the flight this morning for your city. Pick me up from the airport,” said Shazia.
“What?” Both Sourav and I cried out loud together.
Shazia ignored me and responded to Sourav calmly, “I will take the flight this morning and you will need to pick me up from the airport. We will then go to a hotel – book the hotel as soon as possible. Once there, we will have sex together. After we are done, you will drop me off at the airport and I will be back home by night.”
Both me and Sourav were speechless – but for completely different reasons. We stayed silent, trying to take in whatever she said.
When the silence continued for a long time, Shaza broke it and taunted Sourav, “So, don’t you want to have sex with me? A few minutes ago, you were jerking yourself mercilessly by looking at my picture.”
Sourav immediately replied, “Ofcourse, Bhabi. I would love to have sex. You are one of the prettiest women I have ever seen. I will get everything arranged as you asked. Can you also give me your contact details?” Shazia shared with him her personal number.
While all this was going on, I was experiencing shock and dizziness. I couldn’t fathom the turn of events. What does she mean by flying over there to have sex with him? Is she crazy? She has been a married woman over the last four years. She promised in her oath that she will be loyal and give her heart fully to me. Even I am the one with whom Shazia lost her cherry. She has never lain with another man.
Wait! I guess it’s open season when the heart is broken. This made me feel miserable. I never meant to hurt anyone. I never wanted any such thing in real life. It was always supposed to be a figment of my fantasies. Most importantly, I never expected to get caught like this.
I had to stop her – but, my throat has dried up due to all this. I tried to force myself to form words and was able to blurt out, “Shazia, don’t do this. I do not need you to do this for my pleasure.”
Shazia gave a fake laugh, filled with malice. This chilled me to the bones.
“Not everything in life is about your pleasure, Aftab. Nobody will gain any pleasure from this. I am doing all this with that filthy bastard to teach you a lesson,” said Shazia with extreme passion.
I realized that this is the end for me. Knowing her nature, she won’t stop until she does it. I can easily acknowledge that this will not be for anyone’s pleasure – but, her cruel way of teaching me a lesson I will never forget.
I looked down, too ashamed to even say a single word.
Shazia left the room, leaving me with the naked Sourav. He looked at me and smiled, “Aftab Bhai, I did not enjoy the way Shazia Bhabi degraded me. I come from a good family background, and I like to think that I am a decent human being. But, I don’t care whatever she says, as by the end of today – I will be the one getting her pussy.”
Now, even this guy was humiliating me. I stayed silent – nothing to say.
He gave a hard laugh and disconnected the video call.
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Sometime during the early hours of the morning I might have drifted off to sleep. I knew I had nightmares, but I couldn’t remember any of them. The irony was pretty soon I was going to realize that I was having nightmares in real life.
As I woke up, I was greeted by a head-splitting pain. This happened to me when I had a lack of sleep. Slowly, I recalled all the events that took place a few hours back. Dread took over me.
I raised myself from the lying down position and placed my feet on the floor. I kept both my elbows on my thighs and arched forward to bury my face into my hands.
“What have I done?” I contemplated. I couldn’t believe how careless I had been. For years I have had my “alone time,” but never once was I caught. Maybe my faculties fail on me quickly nowadays – maybe I am getting old.
I looked up towards the noise of the bedroom door opening. When I saw Shazia step out all dressed up, my worst fears were realized. Oh my god! This was truly happening.
She wore a long-sleeved plaid shirt with red and black patterns. Below, she wore tight denim jeans. Also, she had a travel suitcase at her side.
Immediately, I stood up and rushed towards her. “Please, Shazia – please stop all this nonsense,” I begged her.
Shazia stood in utter silence. She looked into my eyes with hatred. Before dozing off I had worked on a speech, but now I remembered nothing after her cold stare.
With no words to say, I looked down in shame!
When Shazia realized she had defeated me, she went on with her business. First, she tied her hair into a ponytail and then, she proceeded to make herself a quick breakfast.
I felt like a useless person. How could I let my wife go through with lying down with another man. How could I let something like this occur in the first place?
I dragged myself onto the sofa in the living room and sat down. I stared blankly at the opposite wall in genuine sadness.
In about ten minutes, the doorbell rang. It was our driver, Farook Uncle, who was an elderly gentleman in his mid-50s. Shazia opened the door and handed him the luggage. She instructed him to get the car ready, and went back to our bedroom to get her purse.
This was the first time I heard my wife’s voice this morning. This brought some confidence in me, as maybe there was still some shred of care and humanity left in my wife. I stood up and moved towards her.
When she came out, she noticed me and her face instantly changed to the same look – the look of utmost hatred. She may not have been saying anything, but her eyes showed what she felt.
It said, “I am disgusted and disappointed. You have broken my trust and you will pay. How could you do this to me, you lowly piece of crap.”
My voice froze and I ended up looking at my feet in shame. Shazia walked past me and went out through the front door without even the slightest look back at my pathetic form.
This was really happening!
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It was around three hours later when I received a call from an unknown number.
I was woken up from my purgatory by the ringing. I picked up my phone and answered weakly.
“Hi Aftab Bhai, this is Sourav,” came a voice from the other side. I didn’t reply but made some squeaking sounds due to my throat failing me.
“Aftab Bhai, Shazia Bhabi asked me to tell you that she has reached,” said Sourav. I was too numb to respond.
“Also, Aftab Bhai we are going to the hotel now. I wanted to let you know,” said Sourav with pleasure.
I remained silent after this new blow and then managed to whisper, “Thank you.”
Sourav disconnected the phone call.
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About half an hour later, my disturbed thoughts were interrupted by the familiar incoming call sound of Skype. I realized I forgot to turn off my laptop after all the craziness. Long ago, I disabled the automatic sleep option on my PC.
On the screen, I noticed that it was Sourav. Why is he calling me? Has anything happened to Shazia? Or, is it because…no way!
Shazia can be brutal to make her points – but, this was downright cruel if she was going to make me watch!
Tentatively, I clicked on the green button to intercept the call.
Initially, there was some static. Maybe the Wifi service at the hotel was crappy.
Maybe the pictures won’t load!
Darn it! The full face of Sourav popped on the screen. The video quality was as spotless as Shazia’s sexy naked body.
“Hello Aftab Bhai!” greeted Sourav with a confident smile – the smile of someone who won entitlement to spread my wife’s legs.
Humiliated, I ignored his jibe and searched for Shazia in the background.
Realizing my intent, Sourav moved away from the screen.
When this last hindrance stepped away from my line of sight, I was met with utmost shock. It was the topless figure of my wife, Shazia. Sitting on the middle of the bed cross-legged, just a few paces away from the laptop was my Shazia, displaying her huge tits to a man who wasn’t supposed to see her in this vulnerable condition.
This is a scene – I can never forget!
I looked at her, completely stunned. I couldn’t believe her audacity to ask me to be there when she was showing off her supposedly hidden treasures to another man.
“And one more thing. Shazia Bhabhi asked me to tell you that you cannot leave the Skype call until she says so,” added Sourav, with an evil grin.
Shazia’s expression said it all. Utter defiance oozed out of her in copious amounts. I felt humiliated.
“Let’s start!” she finally said, breaking eye contact with me. This broke my pathetic heart!
Shazia rose from her cross-legged position and came to the front, nearer to the screen.
“You can touch me now,” said Shazia, as she stood up straight with her hands behind her back – bracing for an assault on her huge melons.
Sourav didn’t hesitate and cupped both her tits and started to play with them aggressively. I couldn’t believe I was seeing another man mauling Shazia’s tits like pizza dough.
“Ouch!” shrieked Shazia, as he squeezed her tits a bit too hard. “Hey! Slowly, Sourav! I’m here, I am not going away! Be gentle!” said Shazia, grabbing his hands, to stop him from applying too much force.
“Sorry, Shazia Bhabhi. I got a bit carried away. I have never come across such tits in my life. Trust me, they are the best I have come across, Bhabi,” flattered Sourav with a smile.
“What?” asked Shazia, embarrassed. She didn’t know how to respond. She was getting a bit red in the face.
“Shazia Bhabhi. I am extremely sorry. I will be careful” stated Sourav, consciously.
“No, it’s okay. No worries! Just be a bit gentle,” she said in an understanding tone.
Sourav resumed squeezing Shazia’s tits but in a more moderate fashion. Once he fulfilled his squeezing needs, he began pulling and pinching Shazia’s nipples. Before completing the pinching, he would roll her nipples for a few seconds with his forefinger and thumb, and then put in slight pressure and tweak them.
Every time he would pinch them, he would be rewarded when Shazia reciprocated with a moan, driven by both pain and slight pleasure.
As this action continued, Shazia’s heart beats started building up. Sourav realized it and wanted to go to the next steps of his foreplay.
He began to trace the rings of her big, light brown areolas with his fingers without touching her nipples. Shazia did not react out loud to the teasing, but I knew that Shazia would give anything for him to touch her nipples.
She was always a breast girl. The best way to get her all turned on was to go straight for her tits. She had the most sensitive nipples.
Shazia’s breathing started to be in shorts, as Sourav started to pleasantly attack with a combo of nipples pulling and pinching, while alternating them with some tits squeezing.
After a while. Shazia couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed the back of Sourav’s head and placed it in front of her left breast. He understood the cue and immediately took in the nipple inside his mouth.
Shazia started to moan as he sucked her sensitive nipples. After completing his initial fill for her left boob, he moved to the right one. By now, Shazia was having wobbly legs from the pleasure in her upper body.
As he started attacking her right tit, Shazia retreated to sit onto the edge of the bed – with Sourav following her back and sitting beside her – while having her delicious nipples inside his mouth – sucking, licking and biting to his heart’s content.
When things were getting a bit too hot, Shazia stopped him, and asked him to strip down naked. He didn’t need an additional invitation and undressed himself in record time.
For the second time in the last 12 hours, I was seeing Sourav’s uncircumcised six inch veiny brown cock – all hard from his recent prowl on my wife’s tits. It was all ready for action. I could see his tip clearly and not hidden anymore by the foreskin.
While Sourav was undressing, Shazia moved away from the camera to the side and rid herself off the pair of denims to undress as well.
What a sight! Shazia, only in her birthday suit. Sourav savored every moment of my wife’s nakedness.
Without delay, Shazia resumed her position at the edge, but asked Sourav to stand and face towards the laptop screen.
She wrapped her left hand around his lower back while using the other one to grab hold of his erected cock.
Shazia looked towards me – and as I guessed, this was another form of punishment for me. She had a satisfied expression as she moved her palm forward and backwards around his erect cock.
Shazia was an expert in my books when it came to handjobs. She always jerked me off when she was on her periods. Over the years she has developed some good skills in her handjobs.
I could see Sourav enjoying this action, as he started to make guttural sounds. Shazia increased the pleasure by using her right thumbnail to press on his pee hole, while using the rest of her fingers to pull the skin up and down. It was easier to do this with Sourav’s cock due to his foreskin – unlike mine which is fully circumsized.
This was having immediate effects on him. Sourav was wriggling in his position, but
Shazia had her left hand firmly across his body to prevent him from moving away from the laptop camera.
Shazia – what a cruel bitch! She wanted to point Sourav’s cock towards me, like a compass pointing towards the North.
Poor Sourav! He was in ecstasy, but had to be settled to enjoying it while being in a fixed position. Honestly, I wouldn’t care if I was in his position if somebody’s hot wife was giving some sensational handjob. As the pleasure increased, Sourav’s natural sounds came out higher.
As Shazia was masturbating his cock at an increased pace, as expected a small amount of liquid fizzled out from the tip of his cock. It was the precum!
Shazia expertly increased her speed even more, but Sourav wrestled out from her body lock, and placed a hard stop to the handjob.
“What happened?” demanded Shazia, irritation creeping up into her face.
“I’m sorry, Bhabi. If this goes on, I will cum soon. I really want to be inside you today. It may so happen that I might never get to be with a woman as pretty as you are, Shazia Bhabhi,” said Sourav, with flattery.
Shazia considered his response and nodded. “Go and get the condoms. Also, can you pass the lube?” asked Shazia.
Sourav handed over a bottle of Durex branded lube from the side table. Shazia took it and climbed onto the bed. She placed one of the pillows at the center of the bed and then positioned her lower back against the pillow. When comfortable in the semi-sitting and semi-lying down position, she raised her knees and spread them wide.
With easy access to her lightly hairy pussy, she squeezed a generous amount of the lube onto her hands and then rubbed it over her pussy.
First, she rubbed the lube across her outer labia, and then spread on the insiders of her inner lips, with her beautiful fingers. Shazia ended the whole exercise by lubing a generous amount at the entrance of her love hole.
Sourav was mesmerized by the sight, and stood beside the bed with an unopened Durex condom. Come to think of it, the lube and the condom looked familiar. It then hit me that I purchased the very same lube and condom a couple of weeks back.
“Why aren’t you wearing the condom, Sourav?” enquired Shazia from her position.
“Will you help me, Shazia Bhabi?” asked Sourav, with a boyish grin.
“Naughty boy,” she said, smirking. Without wasting any time, Shazia got up and crawled on her knees to the bed’s edge and took the condom from his hand. Shazia used her teeth to remove the condom from the wrapper, and then rolled it expertly onto Sourav’s erected cock.
Shazia went back to her previous position and asked Sourav to come near her pussy.
Shazia spread her legs as wide as possible. Sourav knelt in front of her and placed the tip of his cock on her outer labia.
After teasing her pussy for some time, especially the clitoral region, Sourav moved forward and used his knees to further widen her legs. He climbed over Shazia and placed both the palms on her tits, as his cock was positioned at my wife’s entrance.
In his mind, Sourav was saying – “this is it!” He pushed, but his cock slid up from the lubricated pussy and rested around her lightly haired pubic zone.
He adjusted himself for the second attempt, and was more careful to place it at the wet entrance.
No luck! Failed again!
Seeing his frustrations, Shazia grabbed hold of his cock and set it at the immediate entrance of her pussy. “Now, slowly push your cock in gently,” she instructed, still holding his hard cock on her opening.
Next whatever happened, Shazia wasn’t expecting at all. Instead of slowly entering her love hole, Sourav gave a violent and heavy push.
Three quarters of his hard cock glided through, causing Shazia to painfully shriek out, “aaaaaahhh – ohhhh maaaaaaaaaa -oohhhh oohhhhh -!”
She preferred the cock to enter her slowly, bit by bit. But, this unexpected motion caught her by surprise and made her lose all her bearings for a few moments.
“I am sorry, Bhabi,” Sourav immediately apologized, with concern. He pulled out his cock from within her pussy. Shazia sat up and quickly cupped her pussy in self-defense.
Sourav repeatedly kept apologizing and volunteered to rub her pussy. He used his fingers to slowly rub the clitoris, making sure that Shazia didn’t experience any pain.
As Sourav never had sex with a woman for whom he had to take care of (especially as he was getting it for free), this was a new experience for him. During his times with prostitutes, he would enter them and focused on himself only until he cummed.
After a couple of minutes, Shazia’s pain had subsided and was enjoying the early throes of pleasure. However, she was not here for pleasure – but to humiliate and create a statement for her husband – me! She wanted to finish the task as soon as possible.
She moved backwards and she lied down in her previous position. She spread her legs wide and gestured Sourav to come.
“Please do it slowly. Be gentle, Sourav!” Shazia requested, as she felt the tip teasing her entrance.
Sourav positioned himself in the missionary pose, while she held his cock to keep it in position. He gave a controlled push and was greeted by a slight hiss from my wife.
He entered her without causing too much pain. A small portion of his cock, mainly his mushroomed tip entered her pussy in one try.
Learning from his error, Sourav put on his miner’s hat and started to dig into Shazia’s married pussy until his 6-inch brown veiny cock was completely inside.
Her pussy was slowly accepting this unknown member inside her tightness. She has been sexually active over the past few years, and I still complimented her for her vaginal tightness.
As her pussy muscles tightened around his hard cock – Sourav was in heaven. He has never experienced such sensitivity and intense pleasure through his cock.
This was not like any of those empty moments from before with prostitutes. As bliss took over, Sourav forgot all about the pain and started moving his cock, hurriedly.
“Ouch – ouch – aaahhh! Slow down – this is not a race!” protested Shazia, trying to slow down the eagar young man with her palms. But, Sourav didn’t pause. Now, this was going to be tough, as the young man had no control over his cock.
Shazia felt horrified that she was powerless – as Sourav continuously pumped his cock inside her through hard strokes. But in a few moments, his pounding was arousing her. The friction of his cock entering her was causing intense activity around her clitoris.
I was always gentle, so being rough handled by someone else was causing her to rethink the way she preferred intercourse. Pretty soon she didn’t hold back anymore, as she also joined in on the fun by moaning to her heart’s content and meeting every thrust by pushing her hips upwards. With her hands, she began playing with her nipples to enhance the pleasure.
Sourav kept pounding away like a sprinter in a hundred meter race. Every uncontrolled movement caused her huge tits to jump up and down. It must have been a sight for him to feel Shazia’s tits hitting his chest. I am sure their nipples must have touched each other during their sexual movements.
His sole focus was on thumping away. It was inevitable that he didn’t care about pleasuring Shazia anymore. She took the initiative and began touching her breasts.
But, the young man didn’t need to bother. Sensitivity from the clitoral friction caused by the hard thumping, as well as using her own fingers to pull and tweak her nipples was building seismic activity inside her body.
In less than a minute, Shazia was all ready to explode through the opening. Realizing her final moments, she grabbed hold of Sourav’s head and kissed him on the mouth.
This broke Sourav’s madman trance as he slowed his thrusts.
However, this was unimportant, as the rush of emotion from the kiss was enough to push her orgasm through the boundary, and explode all around Sourav’s hard cock.
Right on cue, the intense release of orgasmic fluids from Shazia caused Sourav to experience a sensation which can only be described as “intense wet and gooey hotness.” This was something new for him to experience.
In a matter of a few seconds, Sourav ejaculated and filled the condom with his load. He had never shot so much cum in his life. At one point he even thought that he might be pissing, as the amount of sperm releasing through his cock was never ending.
If it wasn’t for the now battered and bruised condom just hanging on, Shazia’s pussy would be flooded with Sourav’s cum, with a risk of pregnancy.
After his orgasm, he laid down on top of the naked body of my wife. Their eyes met as they were breathing hard, recovering from the blissful experience together.
After about a minute had passed, Shazia reached out to give him a long kiss on his lips. It was purely a lover’s kiss – a kiss that is brought about by intense emotions after a satisfactory love making experience. This was the last straw for me!
After lying down beside each other and whispering like two lovebirds, Shazia gently pushed him away from her naked body.
When she decided to fly all the way there to fuck with him, she didn’t expect much – but she knew that she was leaving with a satisfied pussy and a relaxed mind.
She got up slowly from the bed and started to dress herself.
Once completed, she came in front of the screen. She looked at me and said in a much gentler voice, “Send Farook Uncle to the airport.”
Next, she disconnected the video call!
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At around 10 pm that night, Shazia arrived home. I was expecting some more silent treatment. But, to my surprise, she started to talk with me normally.
Not only that, it was as if the last fifteen hours of our lives never took place.
Frankly, this was a huge shock but I played along, as I was smart enough to realize that this was my get-out-of-jail-free card.
Till this day, we never brought up the topic or even Sourav’s name. Like I said, if she doesn’t want to talk about it, I will never ask her.
But, I am actually curious to know what happened after my video call was disconnected…
THE END
Esteemed Readers – feel free to comment on this fictional story. Your thoughts will help and motivate me to write more in the future. But, I still haven’t the faintest clue on what happened after I got disconnected in the end…Care to join in and leave theories…You are welcome to be as creative as you want to be.
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