On Friday, I came back from college at 3 pm. Padma Aunty, who was in the kitchen, called me and said, smiling, “Your new wife and her husband invited you to their house, Rajesh.”
I knew she was talking about Farhan, his wife Mumtaz, with whom we had an orgy last Friday night. I said, “But Aunty, they will be in their community clustered area. What will happen if someone comes to know about us?”
“Do you think they reside in the Shivajinagar area? Their house is in Jayanagar 4th Block. They are filthy rich. Farhan is a nice guy who will take care of you very well. He said his parents have gone to Ajmer Dargah, and his sister has gone for an educational tour. So enjoy your weekend with your bride, boy.”
Blushing, I went to my room, took a bath and sat down to study. On Saturday at 6 pm, I stood before the house address Padma Aunty had given. It was not a middle-class house but a huge bungalow. Seeing the house, I guessed Farhan was a rich guy. Who wanted his money when I had his gorgeous wife?
I rang the doorbell. The door opened, and Mumtaz stood before me with a huge smile. “Thanks, Rajeshji, for coming. I can’t express how much I am happy to see you again. I was thinking about you the whole week. Please do come in.”
Mumtaz led me in. I observed her dress. She was wearing a blue nylon saree and a matching blouse. She looked elegant and gorgeous and looked like she had taken bath just now. I saw Farhan sitting on the sofa. Seeing me, he got, giving me a firm handshake.
He said, “Glad you came, Rajesh or-else Mumtaz would have thrown me out today to search for you. Have a seat.” Mumtaz quickly went to the kitchen and returned with a cool drink. She was behaving like a little girl and blushing like a bride. Giving the glass, she sat beside me.
I was sandwiched between husband and wife. While drinking juice, Mumtaz asked me about college, stroking my face in affection. I was mumbling. I was slightly afraid as I was in a new place.
“Do you want to take some time, or do you want to start right now, Rajesh? Mumtaz is very eager, you know, she is mad about you. I want her to have a good time. Please take care of her and satisfy her,” Farhan came right to the point.
Mumtaz stood up as I kept the glass on the centre table. Pulling me up, she said, “Come, Rajeshji, you can relax in our bedroom.” She led me to their room. I was shocked to see the bedroom, which was almost 500 sq feet. A big cot in the centre, with a sofa on one side and a study table in one corner.
Two walls were full of decorated wardrobes. As I was observing the room, Mumtaz tried to unzip my pant. She said,” I know that you like to get your penis sucked. Shall I suck it, Rajeshji?”
“Do what you like, Mumthazji,” I said.
“No, Ji, please. Just call me Mumtaz,” Mumtaz said and pulled out my cock from my pants. Seeing it hard, she said, “You are ready like me. We can enjoy ourselves the whole nightFarhanji won’t disturb us. Last time it was a crowd with Padma and Ramanji. I want you to show your love only to me and me to you.”
Mumtaz made me sit on the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor before me. Holding my cock at the base, Mumtaz licked the pre-cum of the tip lapping up my juice. She started licking my cock from the base to the top, stretching her tongue out. She was looking with worshipful eyes.
Due to upper body movement, Mumtaz’s saree pallo fell to her lap, revealing her blouse and fair bosom. She was not wearing a bra as her nipples were trying to poke out her thin blouse material.
Seeing me looking at her cleavage, Mumtaz said, “Sorry, I was being selfish. I know how much you like my breasts. One sec, I will remove the blouse, and you can feel and play with them as you like, Rajeshji.” She began unhooking her blouse hooks with one hand, not stopping sucking my cock.
Mumtaz removed the blouse hooks with one hand with ease. Parting the blouse flaps revealing her twin treasure said, “They were waiting for your touch from last week. They are all yours now.” Saying she took my cock again in her mouth and started sucking without getting teeth on the skin.
Dropping my hands down, I caught her perfect C cup firm breasts in each hand and wasn’t surprised to feel the body heat through her breasts. I tapped her hard nipples when Farhan entered the room carrying a laptop. His upper body was bare, and he was wearing only shorts.
He sat in the centre of the bed and said, “Don’t bother about me, Rajesh. You both enjoy yourself. I have some work to finish and will be just a spectator today. Mumtaz has pleasured me by giving me blowjobs daily, which she refused to do earlier. Thanks to you and Padma Bhabhi.”
Mumtaz was unhooking my pant and nudged me to get up. She had removed her blouse by now from her shoulders. I got up and pulled my pants down, along with briefs. I lifted my leg, and she removed it, neatly folding it on the bed.
She stood up facing me. Holding my cock in her right hand, raising on her toes, brought her lips close to mine and kissed me on the lips. Her soft, tender sweet lips were crushed to my lips, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I sucked her tender tongue, sucking her saliva into my mouth.
Mumtaz’s breasts were getting crushed on my chest. I embraced her across her back, feeling the heat of her flesh. Today Mumtaz was very aggressive in kissing. Hugging her tightly. I kissed her back with passion. I saw Farhan jerking his small cock. He was nude now and was watching us.
Still kissing, embracing Mumtaz firmly, lifting her off the floor. She embraced by neck tightly. I carried her to the bed and laid her on the bed gently beside her husband. Mumtaz was blushing, looking at her husband. I sat near her legs. She folded her legs with knees up and feet on the bed.
Her saree, which was at her knees, fell to her midriff, exposing her creamy thighs and legs. My eyes fell on her crotch. It was covered by panties and soiled in the front with her juices. I roamed my hand on her mound, feeling her wetness.
I pressed the panties, which dipped in her slit showing the wet slit line. Holding the waistband, I was about to pull her panties but stopped. Looking at Farhan, I asked, “Shall I?”
“Go ahead, boy. You needn’t ask my permission. She is all yours,” Farhan said.
Mumtaz had already lifted her ass off the bed and looked at me. I peeled the sticky panties from my legs and threw them on the floor. Widening her legs, pussy lips parting, she asked, “I am ready for you, my love.” Without answering, I removed my shirt, getting fully nude.
I knelt between her legs and mouthed her pussy. Mumtaz was surprised to see me eating her pussy. She lifted her ass, thrusting her mound to my face. She just had an orgasm as her pussy leaked non-stop, smearing my face with her juices. I was licking her lips and lapping her dripping juices.
Mumtaz had opened her lips with both hands, indicating I pushed my tongue inside. I dipped my tongue in her slit and tongue fucked her. She was thrashing her body on the bed. My one hand were on her tummy, trying to pin her down. I inserted my right hand middle finger into her love hole and finger fucked her.
“Yes…Yes… You are doing good, Rajeshji. Keep fucking me. I am close again,” Mumtaz groaned.
Finger fucking her, I moved my tongue to her clit and began licking it. Mumtaz was moaning at the top of her voice, showing how much she loved my finger and mouth on her pussy.
“God! I am cumming, Rajeshji!” Mumtaz shouted and pressed my head to her pussy, not allowing me to breathe.
Then I heard a female voice screaming, “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE, BHAIYA?”
I couldn’t turn back as Mumtaz held my head. I looked at Farhan, who looked shocked and covered his crotch with a pillow. Pulling Mumtaz’s hands off my head, I turned back. I saw a lady dressed in jeans standing near the door. Her face flushed with anger and shock.
I got up and covered my manhood with a pillow, like Farhan. I saw Mumtaz enjoying her orgasm, unaware of the stranger in the room. Her pussy was wide open. Bending, I pulled her saree over her legs and covered her thighs and pussy from the stranger lady. I covered her chest with her saree pallo.
“I will explain, Ayesha,” Farhan was pleading with the lady with a meek tone.
“What is there to explain, bhaiya? Some boy is eating your wife’s… chee…that too in front of you. Don’t you feel ashamed to allow Bhabhi to get so intimate with a boy in our house? He looks younger than me. Who is this boy, by the way?” The lady shouted.
“This is Rajesh, my friend Raman’s nephew. Rajesh, this is my sister, Ayesha,” Farhan introduced us.
So this lady was Farhan’s younger sister Ayesha. I observed her. She was around 25, wearing jeans and a shirt. I was amused to see her flat chest, skinny legs and arms. But she had a cute baby-like face and was very fair. What she lacked in her body made up with her face.
She resembled 90’s cinema actress Mamata Kulkarni.
Seeing me studying her, Ayesha asked me, “How old are you, and what are you doing?”
“I am 20 and studying 2nd Engineering,” I replied confidently.
Hearing the commotion, Mumtaz got up. Seeing her sister-in-law Ayesha, her face turned white as if she had seen a ghost. She looked at her husband, me and then at Ayesha. Wrapping her pallo across her breasts, Mumtaz asked meekly, “When did you come, Ayesha?”
“I came when you were getting your pussy eaten by this boy,” Ayesha screamed at her Bhabhi.
Hearing the word pussy, Mumtaz cringed and asked, “You were supposed to come tomorrow evening. How did you come in? I had locked the main door.”
“Have you forgotten that I have keys, and this is my house too? I don’t need your nor your cuckold husband’s permission,” Ayesha said, and her tone was a bit softer now.
“I can understand your view Ayesha, but what to do? I have my desires too. As a woman, I hope you can understand me,” Mumtaz said, seeing Ayesha mellowed down.
“What is there to understand, Bhabhi? Is my brother not a man enough to satisfy your urges?” Ayesha said.
Removing the pillow from his crotch, revealing his two-inch dick, Farhan said, “Tell me, how can I satisfy my wife with this? Moreover, my sperm count is less. That’s why Mumtaz couldn’t bear my child for five years.”
“If it is for the baby, you could have undergone IVF. Why are you allowing this boy to fuck your wife?” Ayesha said, looking at her brother’s cock.
“As my sperm count is less, we must depend on strangers’ sperm. We won’t know what type of person he is. Moreover, all our relatives and friends will come to know about my weakness. Rajesh is a known boy, and I trust him completely,” Farhan gave a long speech.
“I agree, you want a good sperm. You could have given the doctor his semen, and Bhabhi could have born his baby. Why are you allowing this boy to fuck your wife?” Ayesha said.
“Don’t you want your Bhabhi to enjoy the sexual desires I cannot provide her? Rajesh will come only when we ask him. It will be discreet. We did it in our home as you and our parents were not here. This won’t happen in this house again. I will book a room in a hotel from now on,” Farhan said, looking at his wife and sister.
“How come you came early, Ayesha? Did Imran not satisfy you properly?” Mumtaz said to Ayesha with a naughty smile.
Ayesha’s face turned red on hearing the name Imran. She mumbled and said meekly, “Who…which Imran are you talking about, Bhabhi?”
“The mechanic guy Imran, Ayesha. Do you think that I don’t know that you have been fucking him for 2 years? I didn’t tell your brother or your parents. I know you are a grown-up girl and know your responsibilities. I won’t interfere in your life. I expect you to do the same.” Mumtaz said with an authoritative tone.
Everyone in the room was stunned, including me. I was surprised to see the other side of Mumtaz, who I thought was a naïve housewife. I wanted to hug her and show my appreciation. But I didn’t, as the family saga was still on.
“Yes Bhabhi, I am sorry bhaiya,” Ayesha was about to cry.
“Relax, Ayesha. I knew you had booked a room at Ramanasree Resorts for today and tomorrow. I don’t like that guy, but I kept quiet as I knew you were wiser than me.” Mumtaz said.
“That bastard wanted me to sleep with his friends in the resort. I slapped him and came back,” Ayesha said, controlling her tears.
“You did a good thing. Now if your argument is over, will you please leave? Rajesh ji has ignited the fire in me, as you saw. I need him to douse the fire. No hard feelings Ayesha. You are still my cute sister-in-law and my best friend,” Mumtaz said, trying to make Ayesha leave the room.
“I have to stay in the house in my room, instead why don’t I stay here and watch the live show? If you and Bhai don’t mind,” Ayesha said with a kinky smile.
Mumtaz nervously looked at her hubby and me. Farhan shrugging his shoulders, said, “If you and Rajesh are ok with having Ayesha here, I don’t mind. This is your room, Mumtaz. You take a call.”
Mumtaz looked at me, and I nodded yes. She thought for a moment and said, “Fine, you can stay, Ayesha. But this is our room, and whatever happens in this room stays in this room. My rules, and you will respect your Bhai and me like before. If you agree, I don’t mind. Moreover, I will be happy.”
The story continues.
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