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Vani was uncomfortable and said, “They are our parents’ age. I feel awkward exposing myself in this transparent lingerie.”
Ravi was impatient, “No, darling, I bet her dress will be even sexier.” He changed into shorts and a vest, and his cock raised a huge tent. Ravi was right. When they went into the hall, Arun and Rekha had changed dresses and waited.
Rekha wore a sleeveless nightdress so transparent that all her assets were exposed. It was much bolder than Vani’s. Ravi’s eyes popped out. He dropped all pretensions and plans of showing albums, sitting next to her.
In two strides, he reached her, hugged and kissed her, saying,” My God, you are mind-blowing, Aunty.”
And she was. No one would believe that she was the mother of Anita. She looked more like an elder sister. There was not an ounce of fat. Though broad, her flat stomach made her big, firm tits jut out provocatively. Rekha’s thunder thighs and puffed-up cunt mound drove Ravi mad.
Rekha kissed him back and said, “Thanks Ravi for the compliment. You said that you would show albums. I would love to see them.”
Ravi looked at Arun hesitatingly. Arun laughed and said, “Show her album and whatever you want to show, carry on.”
Ravi hugged her from behind, squeezing her tits, pushing his cock between her buttocks, and pushing her into the bedroom. Vani sat on the sofa, confused about what she should do.
Arun sat next to her and gently put a hand on her thigh, patted gently and said, “Vani, there is no problem if you don’t wish to do it. I can understand. I am your father’s age.”
Vani smiled and said, “Uncle, how can any woman resist you? Even your daughter could not. My only concern is what will you think of me?”
Arun laughed, pulled her up, hugged and kissed her, saying, “I will think that I have one more sexy, horny daughter.”
He gently led her to the bedroom and disrobed her, and she removed his clothes. He was an experienced and seasoned fucker. His love, care and fucking were more like her brother’s. But Arun was a master. He knew when to be rough and when to go soft.
He sensed her moods and licked, sucked and fucked. He seemed to know what she wanted. Arun changed positions and talked sweetly, forcing her to talk about her fucking with Rahul and Atul. She found getting hornier as she talked and gave upward thrusts when he was fucking hard.
He encouraged her to use Kannada foul words when fucking, and she immensely enjoyed the fucking sessions. For Ravi also, the fucking with Rekha was a unique experience. Her motherly love and uninhibited passion for fucking excited him a lot.
When she was sucking him, she told him, “Ravi, call me Amma. Atul hesitated many days. He was scared and asked Raj to help him when we were fucking.”
Ravi was surprised by her energy and enthusiasm. She rode him for a long time. Her big tits were dancing, and she made him dance to his tunes. The thought that he fucked both mom and daughter was thrilling to him.
Rahul called them ten minutes before to end their fucking sessions. Everyone could make out how much they enjoyed the fucking by the glow on their faces.
After a week, Rekha and Arun returned and sent Pratyusha and Sunil. Vani was completely bowled over by Sunil. She had never experienced such a heavy pounding. He fucked hard and could go on fucking for a long time. She thought she would faint with pleasure.
Ravi was amazed by Pratyusha’s fucking prowess. She would arouse him by dancing to sexy numbers and shed clothes one by one. She introduced him to anal fucking. Each woman took him to the heavenly pleasure of fucking in her style.
Vani was enjoying fucking by different men with different techniques. But she enjoyed the love and fucking of Atul. Somehow their bonding was unique and special.
Everyone was free and shed inhibitions. They were fucking anyone, any time, and anywhere. They were comfortable moving naked. Men would grab tits, push fingers and lick cunts. Women would suck cocks when they felt like it.
Vani was enjoying herself to the hilt since she quit the job. She loved to spend time with her daughter and fuck as and when she pleased. The only hitch was they had to behave when Divya was around, which was becoming difficult.
Then, Atul dropped Divya at his home for a few days.
She loved playing with Sachin, and one of the grandfathers would drop her at school and bring her back home. Though all were enjoying non-stop fucking and thrills, Vani felt guilt. Was her daughter suffering due to her mother’s lust? Vani was very particular about her daughter’s diet and exercise.
Then lightning struck their lives. Atul and Vani’s dad died due to a massive heart stroke. They rushed to the town. Their mom Sushma was inconsolable.
After all rites rituals were completed, Sushma refused to stay in her children’s homes. She wanted to be left alone.
Vani forced her to stay in their homes in the city. Sushma loved playing with Divya and Sachin and slowly realized her loss and reality. After a couple of weeks, she went back to the town. They had a huge estate, and it needed looking after.
It took them all a long time to resume fucking activities. There was no mood or enthusiasm. Pratyusha and Rekha slowly convinced Atul and Vani that they had to get along with their lives. Their dad would not be happy to see his children sad.
Raj pinged several times and then gave up. He thought they enjoyed themselves so much that they had no time to reply. After about six months, Vani pinged him.
Vani: Hi, Raj.
Raj: Hi, Vani darling, what happened? You vanished from the radar.
Vani: Yes. An unfortunate tragedy at home. Our dad passed away.
Raj: Oh, my God. So sorry, When? How?
Vani: Six months back. Massive heart stroke. Nothing could be done.
Raj: How is Mom? How is she coping? Is she with you?
Vani: She is ok. But I am a little worried. I think she is sliding into depression; she stares into space. Now she wants to go back to the town. She left a week back.
Raj: Why?
Vani: Estate. I think I told you we had got huge estates. Dad was managing, and now she has to look after them. I volunteered to do that for her, but she was adamant. She doesn’t want to disrupt my family life.
Raj: Oh. Then how do you make her come out of depression?
Vani: Slowly, we came back to our full blast fucking schedule.
Raj: Ok, coming back to your mom, what do you intend to do?
Vani: We thought she might come out of depression if you chatted with her.
Raj: Let me get this straight. Do all men want to fuck her, including your brother, Atul?
Vani: No, Atul is reluctant, but all others want to.
Raj: How will you introduce me to her?
Vani: As my hubby’s senior colleague, I will tell her that you are witty and pleasant and would make her laugh.
Raj: Then?
Vani: Then feel your way and befriend her. Send her your stories.
Raj: Do you think she will join your group? What are the chances?
Vani: Frankly, I don’t think it is even worth trying. She is very orthodox and traditional. But there is no harm in trying.
Raj: Ok, fine.
Sushma sighed as she went back home after estate work. Though she slowly reconciled to her husband’s absence, the boredom and loneliness that awaited her at home made her sad. Her children and grandchildren call her daily on WhatsApp and try to cheer her up.
Her mobile rang, it was Vani.
Vani said, “Mom, I want you to chat with Ravi’s senior colleague. He is witty and friendly, and you need to come out of your shell.”
Sushma said, “I don’t have the energy or interest to chat with anyone.”
Vani said, “Give it a try. No harm.”
Sushma went home and had a hot shower. She watched a boring movie on TV when she recalled what her daughter said. She opened her laptop, and one Raj sent a friend request. She accepted. She and Raj chatted for about an hour.
Initially, she was apprehensive, but she found him easy to talk to. She appreciated that he did not talk about her husband, married life or anything that would have distressed her. Vani may have told him.
He talked about his childhood, the pranks that he pulled, and his college days. Some of his anecdotes made her laugh. For the next ten days, they chatted for many hours. She realized that Vani was right, she felt her heart lighten, and her moods lift.
One day she asked him.
Sushma: Raj, what are your hobbies?
Raj: Hmm, promise me that you won’t stop being a friend if I tell you.
Sushma: You tell me, then I will decide.
Raj: No way, let us talk about something else, then.
Sushma: Hmm, ok. I will be friends. Now, tell me.
Raj: I am a sex story writer; I have a huge fan following.
Sushma: Oh, who reads such dirty things?
Raj: Many.
He told her about how he sent a story just for fun. It was a big hit, and how fans forced him to write stories and narrate their experiences.
Sushma: You have many fans, all men?
Raj: No, all women.
Sushma: You are joking. Decent women never read such stories.
Raj: I also thought like you. All my earlier stories were decently written, without foul words, as I did not want to lose female readers. My women fans forced me to use bad words, foul language and more graphic descriptions of the sex act.
Sushma: Impossible.
Raj: We are from the same age group. Until I wrote stories, I also thought decent women hated sex or sex-related topics and did not enjoy sex. They tolerate sex to have babies. They cannot say ‘No’ to their men.
Sushma: That is the truth.
Raj: No, farthest from the truth. Oh, I am sorry, I didn’t realize I was talking about a taboo subject.
Raj deftly diverted the topic to movies and books. After ten minutes, Sushma lost patience.
Sushma: I think you owe me an explanation. I refuse to believe women enjoy sex. You are trying to tell me that the earth is flat.
Raj: Haha. Mrs. Orthodox. I can convince you that the earth is round and that women are hornier and enjoy sex more than men. Your view of sex is like flat earth.
Sushma: Is it? Tell me.
Raj: Sex was an integral part of our country, religion and rituals. It was never a taboo. We had a God ‘Manmadha’ for sex, and most of our temples have sex positions and nude women and men sculptures. Hundreds of years of rule by Muslim and British rulers brainwashed us into believing sex is a sin. And that decent women should dislike sex.
Sushma: Oh, I never thought about it. Our temples have sex statues. I also have seen it.
Raj: Our previous generation women were scared of sex. They had children by the dozens, so fear of conception overruled the enjoyment. After the invention of contraceptives, they were free from the shackles and enjoyed sex like never before.
Sushma: That is all humbug. Horny women exist in horny men’s brains, not in reality.
Raj: Shall I send you a real story of my friend Ishika? You read and tell me.
Sushma: Ok, send it.
Raj sent Ishika part1 story in her mail. That was a disaster. When she gave her main ID to her mom to chat with Raj, Vani forgot to delete emails in her inbox.
So far, Sushma did not pay attention to the inbox’s contents.
When Raj sent the story, her eyes widened in shock as she saw that Raj had sent many stories to her daughter. She pinged Raj. She was furious.
Sushma: Raj, did you send stories to my daughter? How dare you? Do you think she is a slut? I don’t want to chat with you. Goodbye.
Raj immediately pinged Vani. She did not respond. He sent her an email explaining to her what had happened. After a few hours, Vani came online.
Vani: Why did you do such a stupid thing? Why did you send her a story?
Raj: I did a stupid thing? I implored you to create a new email ID for your mom. But you gave your mail-id without deleting emails in your inbox.
Vani: Yes, I am sorry I lost cool. She called me and fired me about moral values, decent behavior, and ethics.
Raj: What did you say?
Vani: I told her that I am grown up and married. Ravi and I enjoy reading Raj’s stories because they make us excited. Then she cut the phone. I think this has misfired. Anyway, thanks for your efforts. Every time we can’t win.
Raj: I won’t accept defeat easily.
Vani: Haha. What else can you do?
Raj: Wait for her to read the story. I think she will cool down and come back to chat.
Sushma was fuming and fretting. She was angry and upset that her careful upbringing of her daughter, teaching moral values regarding sex, all came to naught. One part of her mind told her that Vani is married and what is wrong if she reads sex stories?
Sushma tossed and turned and could not sleep. She got up, and out of curiosity, she opened Ishika’s story sent by Raj. She started reading reluctantly, but the first few sentences of the story jolted her.
By the time she reached the part where Ishika was getting fucked in the theatre’s restroom, her breathing became quicker. Her cunt was getting wet. Sushma got out of her nighty and started rubbing her clit and stroking her cunt as she continued reading.
She looked at her nipples, stretching as if getting up from sleep. Sushma kept reading on the laptop. She was squeezing her tits, pinching nipples with one hand, and fingering her wet cunt.
After reading the story, she lay panting on the bed and reached orgasm soon.
This was an entirely new experience for her. She dutifully participated in fucking when her husband had a mood.
For her, fucking was more like a ritual and a domestic chore. Her husband was elder to her by 12 years, which is reflected in their fucking. She had a night of disturbed sleep. In the morning, while sipping her coffee, she switched on her laptop. Sushma hesitated and then pinged Raj.
Sushma: Hi. I read the story.
Raj: Ok.
Both avoided the topic of the stories sent to Vani.
Sushma: Are you not going to ask me my comments?
Raj: No, I am scared.
Sushma: Haha. Why?
Raj: This must be your first sex story, and you may want to shoot me.
Sushma: Hmm. It is fiction, right?
Raj: No. I did not add any spice. These are real events.
Sushma: I don’t believe you.
Raj: You can check with Ishika. Her mail ID is also given in the story.
Sushma: How can a man share his wife’s love and body with another man? Men are so jealous that they will kill.
Raj: Times are changing. Both men and women are becoming liberal. Sex with the same partner for decades makes it boring, routine. So they are venturing out. Consider it an expression of love, finding joy in a spouse’s happiness.
Sushma: What utter nonsense? Marriage institutions will collapse.
Raj: No, it will thrive.
Sushma: Are you mad? How?
Raj: The root cause of all fights in marriages is related to sex. Cheating, affairs, husbands and wives fucking behind each other’s backs and getting caught, divorces, sometimes even murders. All linked to fucking. Suppose a hubby loves to see his wife getting fucked or vice versa. Where is the need to fuck secretly? If they enjoy fucking others in groups, marriages will thrive.
Sushma: Stupid theory.
Raj: Let it be. Shall I send other stories of Ishika?
Sushma: Hmm.
Raj: Sushma, drop your hypocrisy. Only you and I are here. We don’t know each other. So, feel free.
Sushma: What do you want me to do?
Raj: Talk freely, and share your thoughts and feelings. I am sending stories. I will come again after a few hours. I hope you find time to read.
Sushma: I will see.
Sushma waited with a thumping heart as she opened the stories and started reading. She was totally in a different world, like Alice in wonderland. She imagined herself in Ishika’s place and enjoyed all her fucking sessions with eight men.
Sushma sighed happily as she orgasmed along with Ishika. When Raj pinged, she was startled as she slipped into an erotic dream.
Raj: Hi. Did you find time to read any stories?
Sushma: I completed it all.
Raj: Wow. No kidding? How are the stories?
Sushma: Good.
Raj: Just good? I know you have enjoyed reading them immensely and must have fingered a lot.
Sushma blushed. This was the first time anyone talked like this to her. Her husband never talked about sex.
Sushma: What? Do you have to be so crude?
Raj: Yes, you also should come out of the shell and be frank. You missed out on fun for a lifetime.
Sushma: Hmm, I didn’t think I have sexual urges still. Ishika’s stories are so erotic. Ishika is lucky. Do you know anyone else who is like them?
Raj: Yes, in fact, you also know them.
Sushma: Impossible. All people I know are well-behaved, with high moral values and decent.
Raj: What is wrong if wife and husband mutually enjoy each other’s fucking others? Isn’t it an expression of true love?
Sushma: Chee, that very idea is revolting.
Raj: No, it is not. You will not get excited and fingered if it is repulsive.
Sushma: Why do you use that word and embarrass me? Tell me, who are the ‘Ishika’ type couples I know?
Raj: I want two promises from you before I tell.
Sushma: What are they?
Raj: You should continue the friendship after I told you. Second, you should love those people like you always did.
Sushma: Ok. I promise. Who are they?
Raj: If you are standing, sit down. The couples are Anita and Atul.
Sushma was sitting. Still, she reeled. She felt as if she had put her finger in a live electric socket. She typed after she recovered.
Sushma: What nonsense are you talking about?
Raj: Yes. Though Atul is a great licker, he fucks gently. Anita wants hard fucking. She was frustrated. She is my fan. Atul and Anita read Ishika stories.
Do you know Rahul? Anita’s cousin brother?
Sushma: Yes.
Raj: Atul loves Anita so much that he wants to make her happy. So, he asked Anita to flash her cleavage to Rahul to see if he was interested. Rahul was very excited but felt guilty also.
Sushma: I don’t believe any of it. You are cooking up stories.
Raj: Whatever you do, don’t pick up the phone to blast them. Listen completely, think it over overnight, and discuss it with me. Sushma was, in fact, on the verge of calling Atul but refrained.
Sushma: Ok, tell me.
Raj: Atul talked with Rahul and hinted to him that he should love his sister in another dimension and make her happy. Anita and Rahul were kissing, fondling but could not fuck, as Anita’s parents and Sachin were there.
Sushma was getting strangely excited and felt guilty at the same time.
Sushma: Then?
Raj: Your daughter Vani is also my fan through Anita. I told Vani that she was also upset like you initially, but she agreed to let Anita and Rahul fuck in their home.
Sushma: My god, what a foolish thing to do? If her husband knows, her marriage will be ruined.
Raj: No worries. Ravi is also my fan, and he also said ok.
Sushma: You are cooking up stories? Right?
Raj: No, you know I am telling the truth. Shall I proceed?
Sushma: Yes.
Raj: So, Anita and Rahul started fucking in Vani’s house.
Sushma: My poor son. Atul is so nice, and understanding and Anita took advantage.
Raj: Why do you think that way? Now, Anita and her hubby love each other more than ever before. Anyway, your poor son is also enjoying it.
Sushma: How?
Raj: I also felt like you. Anita gave her mother Rekha’s ID. She and her hubby also became my fans. I talked to them all, Rekha, her hubby and Anita. You thought hubbies like Ishika’s are rare. Now brace yourself for another shock.
Sushma: How many shocks will you give me?
Raj: You got into the water. You might as well swim. Anita’s dad was enthusiastic. So, he approved of his wife seducing Atul, his son-in-law.
Sushma was speechless. Raj typed after a few minutes.
Raj: Are you there?
Sushma: Yes, it is too much to digest. Is Atul fucking Rekha, his mother-in-law?
Raj: Yes. Don’t judge Rekha and dislike her. She is a very loving person. She is showing heaven to your son.
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