For the last couple of weeks, something strange has been happening in our bedroom. My fat, the small cocked, lazy husband is getting unusually better at pleasuring me in the bed. The sex we had the other night was the best I ever had with him. The best!<\/p>\n
So much that the next afternoon when I was alone at home, I was thinking about my time with Ranbir. You\u2019ll understand the importance of this once you know all the wild things I do with my other two husbands – my old but fit father Dharam and my inexperienced but energetic son Vikram.<\/p>\n
My name is Anchal Vora. I am what you would secretly call a MILF. A fair-skinned beauty with whitish eyes and pink nips. My figure for all you fantasy freaks is 44-38-44, double D breasts, and a flat belly. Last December I won the first prize in the beauty contest of our society.<\/p>\n
A woman like me can get a lot of action from any man she wishes to, but I believe in limiting my lust only to the men of the house. It’s the safest form of cheating.<\/p>\n
When you are having sex with your blood relative, and if you realize that someone is about to catch you, you have to get dressed and pretend to be talking. No one will ever suspect that you are doing what you were doing.<\/p>\n
Does this make me a taboo slut? Maybe. I don\u2019t care. Actually, I love to get into wild lovemaking situations with them.<\/p>\n
Just a month back, my father got me into action at a funeral. His elder sister had passed away. So while we waited for the deceased\u2019s daughter to arrive, he took me to the second staircase. It was blocked for repairs and fucked me saying, \u201cLife is too fucking short!\u201d<\/p>\n
The other time my son, Vikram\u2019s engineering friends, had come over for a sleepover to work on some project of theirs. Late in the night, he woke me up, saying, \u201cMy friends came for a sleepover, and they actually slept.\u201d<\/p> \n\n
Letting me feel his raging boner, he persuaded me to come out of the bedroom and fuck there. At one point, when he was fucking me from behind, one of his friends came out to go to the toilet.<\/p>\n
In response to that, my naughty son pressed me against a dark corner while his dick was still deep inside my pussy. Thankfully his friend didn\u2019t see us.<\/p>\n
These are just a couple of wild things I did with my other two husbands. Despite those wild memories fresh in my mind, I was still fantasizing about the wild night I had with my official husband while gently rubbing my pussy.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Ranbir cheating on me?\u201d I wondered.<\/p>\n
Well, we women immediately think of the worse. As that one movie dialogue goes, \u201cIf your husband starts loving you more than usual or less than usual, then it means that your marriage is in danger.\u201d<\/p>\n
I, too, had this thought for a moment. But I didn\u2019t get enough time to think more about it. My son came in from the main door, gasping and sweaty.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve kept grandpa engaged with Pradeep uncle. Quick, we have ten minutes max!\u201d<\/p>\n
You know what is to happen next, right? (wink-wink). While sitting on the couch, I seductively pulled up my sari to flash my bare milky white thighs and the clean shaved pussy. Yes, I wasn\u2019t wearing any underwear! I spread my legs, raised my hip, and opened my pussy wide.<\/p>\n
\u201cVicky! I am ready.\u201d I said seductively, biting my lip.<\/p>\n
Seeing an open invitation, Vicky (that\u2019s what Vikram prefers to be called) didn\u2019t bother to remove his shoes. He rushed towards me while dropping his jeans.<\/p>\n
At one point, the jeans got caught in his feet, and while stumbling with his hard dick exposed, he fell on me. Like an arrow hitting a bullseye, his dick perfectly penetrated my wide-open pussy. I\u2019m not exaggerating.<\/p>\n
\u201cAh!\u201d I screamed at the top of my voice.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m pretty sure everybody in the society building, including my father, who was standing three floors down from our apartment, heard me. Vicky was rough, aggressive, and didn\u2019t stop until he came inside my mouth. Exhausted, we got decent, and he fell next to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wonder if a couple is stranded on an island. Is it possible for that woman to survive just by drinking cum?\u201d he joked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s only one way to find out,\u201d I said mischievously, looking at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo tickets to a lonely island,\u201d he said, smiling back at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s a date,\u201d I said, kissing him passionately on his lips.<\/p>\n
While we had our lips locked, Vicky turned and got on top. He guided my hand, letting me feel his erection. Before we got motivated for round two, the doorbell broke our sensual trance. Vicky pulled his lips away from mine as a string of saliva still stayed hanging.<\/p>\n
I pressed my finger against his lips to clean them properly. That very instant, he opened his mouth to suck on it. I blushed. We were lost again until another bell ring brought us to reality. After checking that we were decent, I went to open the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are home early?\u201d I asked. It was my husband, Ranbir.<\/p>\n
He moved to reveal the person behind him. A pretty young woman. Only a couple of years older than my son. She wore a professional tight blue shirt and grey trousers. Fair skin, brown hair with red highlights. Light brown eyes and average-sized tits.<\/p>\n
What got me worried was her cleavage that was sufficiently visible due to the top two open shirt buttons. Upon looking carefully at her chest, I was relieved, \u201cShe\u2019s married.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ranbir introduced her to me as Yojna Sangvi. Her husband had planned a trip to their native place. But Yojna couldn\u2019t go due to work-related issues. Since she would be alone at home, Ranbir was kind enough to invite her over.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs father home yet?\u201d asked Ranbir, cautiously looking around. When I said no, Ranbir quickly looked at Yojna, saying, \u201cIt\u2019s best if you change now before he comes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father hates women wearing western outfits, although he has come to accept men wearing them. Is he sexist? Maybe, but he is too old to change now.<\/p>\n
Yojna gave a cute welcoming smile to my son sitting on the couch and me. She was then guided to the bedroom by my husband. I was not worried about my husband. But I saw my son staring at her tight ass as she walked away.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m pretty sure Vicky was undressing her with his eyes. This made me jealous. The instant his hand moved to touch his crotch out of excitement, I threw the first thing I could get.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t even think about it!\u201d<\/p>\n
Seeing my angered face, he gave a cute smile. Pressing his half-erect cock he whispered, \u201cThis is just for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was relieved.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s your grandfather?\u201d I said to distract him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t know. He should have come up by now,\u201d he replied.<\/p>\n
It was strange for my father to stay out of the house for this long. Let\u2019s just say the society members weren\u2019t welcoming of him coming to stay with us. It was something about his traditional ways of dressing. I once heard Pradeep\u2019s wife gossiping about the fact that my father wore very revealing dhotis.<\/p>\n
That was then. I\u2019m happy that people are more accepting of him now. \u201cHe needs to socialize.\u201d<\/p>\n
Immediately, I went to the kitchen to cook. I couldn’t cook the usual thing. We had a guest in our house. When I went to ask Yojna what she liked, she followed me to the kitchen, saying, \u201cI\u2019ll eat anything, but I want to help.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the next couple of hours, we ladies were busy preparing food. From time to time, Vikram and Ranbir came to check on us, one at a time. Whenever Ranbir came, he would straight away ask, \u201cYojna. You are comfortable here, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. Yes, I am, Ranbir sir,\u201d she would reply.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to cook. Come sit with us and watch TV,\u201d he said once.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, thank you. Actually, I\u2019m comfortable here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Once he was gone, five minutes later, Vikram would come. First, he would try initiating conversation with Yojna. Try to get her talking. But despite the small age gap, Yojna was too mature for Vikram to have a proper conversation. Once he realized that, he would mischievously squeeze my bum and walk out.<\/p>\n
Five minutes later, the cycle repeated. At one point, both of us got fed up. I walked out with a knife, threatening both of them, \u201cDon\u2019t you dare come into the kitchen again! Otherwise, I will overcook the vegetable and force it down your throats.\u201d<\/p>\n
After returning to the kitchen, Yojna thanked me. As we resumed our cooking, Yojna was focusing on one singular thought. She simply did as I instructed. Despite several attempts by me, she didn\u2019t engage in small talk.<\/p>\n
While preparing the salad, I called her, saying, \u201cTurn off the gas, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t react. So I repeated, \u201cYojna, turn off the gas.\u201d<\/p>\n
As the vegetables started to overcook, I gently pushed her to the side and turned it off myself.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you alright? Is something bothering you?\u201d I asked plainly. She seemed disturbed but wasn\u2019t talking. She looked to the side, thinking someone might overhear our conversation.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry.\u201d I said, \u201cThe IPL has started. Now they won\u2019t hear you even if you are screaming for help.\u201d<\/p>\n
She was still hesitant. So I resumed cooking. A couple of minutes later, Yojna came close to me and asked, \u201cWhat are your thoughts on extramarital affairs?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy? Do you know someone having an affair? Is your husband\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo!\u201d she said quickly, \u201cNo, actually, maybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
She was fumbling. She knew her husband was having an affair. \u201cI just wanted to know. How would you react if you found out that Ranbir sir was having an affair?\u201d<\/p>\n
I burst into reassuring laughter, saying, \u201cThat would never happen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut what if he did? What if he is cheating on you with someone younger. Someone like me.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment there, I saw guilt in her eyes. But then I got rid of that thought, thinking, \u201cIf this were true, she wouldn\u2019t dare to come to my house and confess.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought for a while. She seemed very eager to get an answer from me. \u201cYou know-\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaa!\u201d interrupted my son as he walked in.<\/p>\n
Immediately I showed the knife to him.<\/p>\n
Vikram: Hang on. Pradeep uncle called. He said Grandpa was with him.<\/p>\n
Me: He is coming for dinner.<\/p>\n
Vikram: No. I told Grandpa that a female guest had come to stay overnight. So he will be spending the night at Pradeep uncle\u2019s place.<\/p>\n
Me: Why? We have enough space here.<\/p>\n
Vikram: Actually, Pradeep uncle insisted.<\/p>\n
Me: So he\u2019s not coming?<\/p>\n
Vikram: No.<\/p>\n
Me: Okay. I\u2019ll pack some food. You give it to them.<\/p>\n
Vikram didn\u2019t acknowledge that.<\/p>\n
Me: Vicky?<\/p>\n
Vikram: Actually, this is a very important match. It\u2019s the semi-finals.<\/p>\n
Me: Okay, I\u2019ll go.<\/p>\n
Vikram: Thanks, maa!<\/p>\n
With excitement, he came and gave a gentle kiss on my cheek and went away. I hope Yojna didn\u2019t find this weird. Not wanting her to point out the weirdness of this behavior, I quickly packed a few containers and gave them the food.<\/p>\n
Going down two flights of stairs, I arrived at the society secretary Pradeep\u2019s apartment. All the while, I was thinking about extramarital affairs. \u201cWhy would she ask such a question?\u201d<\/p>\n
I was so lost that even when I reached the door, I didn\u2019t ring the bell. For a minute there, I stood quietly. Suddenly I heard the moans of a woman from inside. I gently pressed my ear to listen. It was Pradeep\u2019s wife. She was in the middle of sex.<\/p>\n
\u201cAhh! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment there, I felt slight arousal. But then, immediately, I pulled out my ear.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat a standard double woman! She taunts my father for wearing revealing dhotis, and now she is shameless having sex with her husband while my father is there with them. Probably in a different room.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was very disgusted.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey don\u2019t deserve my food.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was about to turn and leave when I heard someone calling me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnchalji. What are you doing here?\u201d asked a man stepping out of the elevator. It was Pradeep.<\/p>\n
Pradeep: You don\u2019t have to bring food, Anchalji. Your father is like my father.<\/p>\n
Me: I thought you might\u2026 I had already prepared extra.<\/p>\n
I was unable to finish the sentences as the gravity of the situation hit me. \u201cSo if Pradeep is outside, then the man fucking Pradeep\u2019s wife is…\u201d<\/p>\n
Pradeep: Oh. Sumi didn\u2019t feel like cooking, so I went to Chandan’s to get our dinner.<\/p>\n
Me: But the father does not like outside food.<\/p>\n
Pradeep: Really? I asked him, and he was okay with it.<\/p>\n
Me: If he is fine, then\u2026<\/p>\n
Pradeep: How about a switch?<\/p>\n
Me: A what?<\/p>\n
Pradeep: I\u2019ll take the food you brought, and you can have the one I bought. After all, I heard you have a guest at home.<\/p>\n
He said while taking out the keys.<\/p>\n
Me: Yes! That\u2019s a good idea!<\/p>\n
I purposefully said out loud so that the people inside would stop doing the shameful act before the door opened. I handed him my containers and took his. Once his hands were full, I quickly pressed the doorbell.<\/p>\n
Pradeep: Why did you do that? I have keys.<\/p>\n
Me: Oh. Sorry.<\/p>\n
A minute later, the door opened. It was Pradeep\u2019s wife, Sumi. She was shocked to see me at their doorstep. She gave an awkward smile as Pradeep explained to her why I had come. Although she was dressed decently, there were clear signs of hanky-panky.<\/p>\n
One clear indication being, she wasn\u2019t wearing any bra. Her nipples were poking through the fabric of her blouse. \u201cI hope Pradeep doesn\u2019t realize why.\u201d<\/p>\n
Turning around, I walked away. I took the stairs. Going up, I was taking ten times longer than it took me to come down. The incident that just happened forced me to think more about extramarital affairs.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does she mean by that?\u201d<\/p>\n
I wondered. This wasn\u2019t the first time I was thinking about it. Since the time I started understanding relationships, I have seen what these affairs do to married people. I don\u2019t blame my father for what he was doing. After all, he was also cheated on a long time back.<\/p>\n
I do say, \u201cMy mother is dead.\u201d But in reality, that shameless bitch ran away with her American boyfriend leaving me behind with my father. For the longest time, I blamed her for the lonely life my father was living.<\/p>\n
Perhaps this is what drove me to let him take my virginity. I didn\u2019t want him to feel lonely anymore.<\/p>\n
I returned home.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat took you so long?\u201d asked Vikram in a cheerful tone. He was busy setting the dining table with Yojna. Meanwhile, my husband was out on the balcony on a phone call.<\/p>\n
It seemed that a little distancing from her boss was all Vikram needed to swoop in and bond with this young woman. For a moment there, I felt left out. I wanted to make the rest of the arrangements myself, but both of them stopped me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy don\u2019t you just sit down,\u201d said Yojna.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou work so hard,\u201d added Vikram.<\/p>\n
While those two decorated the table with food, Yojna wasn\u2019t depressed anymore. \u201cMaybe her husband is having an affair, and all she needs is the comfort of another man,\u201d I thought.<\/p>\n
A couple of minutes later, all four of us sat to eat. Once Ranbir was back in the picture. Despite me interrupting several times, Ranbir and Yojna continued with their office talk. Vikram tried to chip in on the conversation, but he was pretty ignorant about this job stuff.<\/p>\n
Clearly, he felt left out. Well, Vikram didn\u2019t express this on his face, but I felt it. While we were busy eating, I felt a foot touching my legs. I knew exactly who it was because no one else would dare touch me like that.<\/p>\n
I made quick eye contact with him and went back to eating. Meanwhile, the leg kept on going up. It had already slipped inside my sari and was rubbing between my thighs. Then at one point, I felt him struggling.<\/p>\n
Apparently, his foot wasn\u2019t reaching the spot. He looked at me, but I didn\u2019t look back. I wanted to tease him a bit.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not some backup fuck doll whom you can use when the real thing is out of your reach,\u201d I thought while continuing to eat.<\/p>\n
After teasing for a while, he spoke out loud. \u201cMaa. Please pass the rice. Please!\u201d he said, extending his arm.<\/p>\n
Two \u2018please\u2019 in one sentence, clearly he was desperate. Taking pity on him, I pulled my chair close to \u2018pass the rice.\u2019 That very instant, his foot hit the spot. He gently pressed his thumb inside my hole. It was surprising how good he had become since the first time he tried this stunt.<\/p>\n
Fortunately, the other two at the table were clueless about under-the-table action. Ranbir was busy flirting with Yojna, and she was responding to it out of courtesy towards her boss.<\/p>\n
I, too, tried to extend my leg and reach his dick. I didn\u2019t at first, but once it was hard enough, I could grab hold of the tip to stroke it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWow! (gasp) This food is so good!\u201d<\/p>\n
Suddenly the business conversation went silent. Ranbir looked at me and said, \u201cIsn\u2019t this the same food you cook every day?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. But it is\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ranbir felt suspicious but immediately distracted when Yojna chimed in the conversations saying, \u201cIt is really good. Delicious.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a fear of getting caught, but I had to react. This foot massage felt so good. Vikram made me have an orgasm at the table as I did the same to him.<\/p>\n
The dinner was over, and we wrapped up the rest. I had decided on the sleeping arrangements, \u201cYojna will sleep with me while Ranbir will sleep with Vikram.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo! Why!\u201d Vikram reacted. \u201cThe hall couch is so comfortable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay then. You will sleep there tonight,\u201d said Ranbir showing his superiority.<\/p>\n
This short conversation played as a joke, but Vikram seemed oddly okay with that arrangement. He brought a pillow to sleep in the hall. The lights were turned off, and we went to our respective sleeping places.<\/p>\n
Inside the bedroom, both of us changed into comfortable nightwear to go to sleep. Once we sat on the bed, Yojna spoke.<\/p>\n
Yojna: You didn\u2019t answer my question.<\/p>\n
Me: What question?<\/p>\n
Yojna: How would you react if you were to find out that your husband is having an affair? Let\u2019s assume, with me.<\/p>\n
I thought for a while to prepare my answer. Actually, I went back down memory lane, remembering the time I lost my virginity. After an intense session, I sat naked next to my father on the floor.<\/p>\n
Father: Did you enjoy it?<\/p>\n
Me: It was strange at first, a bit painful, but then I started liking it. You?<\/p>\n
Father: (simply smiled)<\/p>\n
Me: Is this what married couples do to stay happy?<\/p>\n
Father: Yes. It is one of the signs of a happy marriage.<\/p>\n
Me: Then why did you not do this with your wife? My mother would still be here if you did.<\/p>\n
Father: I did. But sometimes, sex with your husband isn\u2019t enough. Her seeking love from a man outside marriage was necessary, even inevitable.<\/p>\n
Me: How can you say that? Isn\u2019t it the affair that led to her leaving you?<\/p>\n
Father: No. Your mother continued this affair for three long years – a year before you were born and two years later. It\u2019s not the affair that made her leave. She left because I confronted her. I blamed her for cheating on me. It was my fault.<\/p>\n
This sudden mention of \u2018extramarital affair\u2019 by Yojna made this long-lost memory of mine resurface.<\/p>\n
Yojna: You still aren\u2019t answering. Didi (elder sister), please tell me how you will feel.<\/p>\n
Me: I would be okay with that.<\/p>\n
Yojna: What! Won\u2019t you fear this affair will end your marriage?<\/p>\n
Me: No.<\/p>\n
I moved a bit closer to her. Held her and spoke, \u201cPeople have affairs because the love they receive from their spouse isn\u2019t enough. So it is okay to seek some affection from someone else. The thing that ends marriages is confrontation, blame game, and the guilt that arises from it.\u201d<\/p>\n
After that, I went a bit specific, \u201cIf I were to blame my husband for cheating on me. He would feel guilty and hence would be motivated to end our marriage. If I find myself in this situation in the future, I would talk to my husband but not blame him.”<\/p>\n
“So long as all the members in that affair are happy with the current arrangement, I would only encourage this to continue for as long as it can.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hearing this from me, Yojna suddenly displayed a wide smile on her face. She hugged me tightly. Said, \u201cThank you.\u201d and happily went to sleep. I turned off the light and slept next to her.<\/p>\n
Sometime later, deep in the night, I heard some whispers. It was Yojna whispering something, \u201cWhat are you\u2026 doing? You\u2019ll\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened my eyes to find a shadowy figure sitting on Yojna\u2019s body. I\u2019ve experienced this enough times not to be scared of it. Usually, that shadowy person sits on me. Still, I didn\u2019t react. It was way too dark for me to know who it was.<\/p>\n
I patiently waited. I kept my eyes open, still blind, just feeling the movement next to me. I could hear whispers, just from Yojna. She was reacting to that man\u2019s every touch. I was able to hear the sounds of kisses.<\/p>\n
At one point, Yojna pushed him back, gasping for air, whispering, \u201cToo much tongue.\u201d Then they went for a kiss again.<\/p>\n
I then watched the shadowy figure pull up her nightgown. Then gently inserted his dick in. Yojna had a sudden urge to moa. But then he covered her mouth and continued with gentle thrusts.<\/p>\n
As the action continued, Yojna went on top, sitting on his dick.<\/p>\n
Once my eyes got used to the darkness, I could see the silhouette of a young naked woman playing with her tits and moving her hip vigorously. She was carelessly shaking the bed.<\/p>\n
That very instant, I felt a hand pressing against my boob. Ensuring that I didn\u2019t respond to it, he slipped his hand inside my dress to pinch my nipple. I bit my lip to avoid making any sound.<\/p>\n
The way he was playing with my nipple, I knew exactly who it was. \u201cAh, Vicky,\u201d I said to myself.<\/p>\n
I was worried that Ranbir was cheating on me but was relieved to know that it was my son instead. That relief didn\u2019t last long as I realized that if Vikram starts enjoying a young woman\u2019s body, he will be less interested in me.<\/p>\n
Then another question came to my mind, \u201cDoes Yojna know that she is fucking my son? Or does she think that the dick inside her pussy belongs to her boss?\u201d<\/p>\n
To Be Cunt-i-nude<\/p>\n
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