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Sunil fucking sexy sweet Saali - I

I am Sunil back again, sorry for a long weeks waiting. I was little busy with my work for which it was delayed to write next incident. Now I am free to tell the further occurances in our love making.

Next morning,it was Sunday. Due to my off day I generraly leave bed in around 8 o'clock. As it is a regular for me on Sunday neither my wife nor my children disturb me before 8 o'clock. But that day at around 7 o'clock I felt a soft and wet touch on my chin twice. First time I think I am dreaming or something that but when I felt second time I opened my eye keeping myself covered with valvet blanket; it was my sweet Sali,

who was stood beside my bed infront of my face and touching my face with wet hand. After seen I realised that she has finished her bath just minutes before. I asked her "where is didi?" about my wife. She whispered "taking her bath." She stiil was stood beside my face silently with smile on her face.

First time I gathered my courage and took my hand out of blanket and touched her crotch area over her gown. She made her eye contact with me with delightful and put her hand on my hand and very slowly massage it silently.I got encouraged,and as she was stood in front of my face just a inch diffrenece I grabed her towards me putting my hand on her buttock and gave her a kiss on her crocth area over her gown.

All of sudden calling sound to her came from next room. My daughter was calling her to prepare her bournvita. So hurridly and with mix of fear of catch she left the room and I laied few minutes and wake up and did my morning freshen up. After tea I went for market and returned after 2 hours with vegitables and grocerry.

As usual on Sunday our is habit for non-veg food in lunch and after lunch we all took our own time for entertainment. Me n my wife generally nap for sometimes and talks a little on domestic matter;my children watch tv for cartoon or went for outdoor game at club. But that day we layed (me n wife) on our bed at around 4 o'clock I pretended that I hav a backache so my wife called my sali for a message with oil to me.

She came with warmoil and started messaging on my back,there after she message my feet but I stopped her and ask to message her sister's leg.She did so and within 15 minute my wife slept after got a warm oil message in late afternoon.Thereafter my sali winked me and gave a horny smile.

She came to my side and once again she put her palm on my feet for message but this time I didn't restict her. She started her message and very slowly raise her hand upto my upper thigh. It was very sensitive and dick was just poking his head.I slowly raised my Lungi which I was wore at that time upto my belly and she understood things quickly and put her palm directly on my erected penis while looking to her sister's face for check whether she is in deep sleep.

After she confirmed of it she started shaking my penis very politely and once or twice she raised my blanket from side a little to see it. After 05 minutes I was fully charged and could not control any more hence I signalled her to suck it.

She bend a little and started sucking it keeping her head on my belly and simunteniously I was carrising her hair watching towards my wife.She was in deep sleep under that warm valvet blanket. After few minute my sali started sulfring sound for which I stooped her and signalled her to get off from bed.

she get off from bed and went out of room,afetr 5 minute I also get off from bed and went out of room and find her(my Sali) standing in next bed room.I whisper in her ear to remove her panty and be ready for a quciky in kitchen,she put off her chadhi(panty) and went to kitchen. I went to toilet and open the tap fully and put mug under it so that it will sound that I m in toilet if my wife will be awake and listen the sound so that she will not doubt and lay on bed for lazzyness.

I came to kitchen on cat step and grabe my sweet sali from back and kissed a lot on her chick,face as a mad man. She became very hot ;I raised her nighty upto her belly bottom and put my finger in her tender slipery pussy hole. Oh my god She was leaking profously,i doubt she pissed but actually she was leaking a lot. She was virgin.

I put my finger in her pussy hole it pained her,hence I message her pussy lips with her liquid for few minutes and then raise her one leg and bend my self to put my dick on her pussy hole. but it was my misfortune that being the father of two child I failed in my first attempt. I made her stand facing her back to me nad from back side I tried her to fuck.

This time I made her a little bend to front so that I can easily access to her fuck hole. I did so but after few attempt and due to excess heat at her vagina I could not hold any more and my sperm out oh her outer pussy lips. Both came out hurriedly and I went to toilet for wash and she also went into bath room for wash and clean. I will write my next attempt of successful fucking to my sweet sali after getting comments from readers.

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Sanjay fucking Urvashi bhabhi first time

Hello people, this is my first post on Humandigest. After reading so many good stories. I would like to share my experiences also. I am Sanjay and I work with a software company. After I graduated I started working in Bangalore. 2 years after joining. I got a good opportunity to work at an MNC in gurgaon. Which I readily accepted as I wanted to move to North India.

This one is my first time with my bhabhi. Her name is Urvashi and she lives in Ghaziabad, near to Delhi. She is wife of my cousin. She got married 3 years back and has a baby boy. I called up my cousin brother Sumit that I got a job in Gurgaon. He was happy and told me to move with him. I was reluctant as the commute would have been nearly 2 hours one side.

He understood my problem and told me to stay with them for a few days till I can find an accommodation. I accepted his proposal and started packing my stuff. I reached airport during evening. Took a cab and reached my cousin’s home. I knew that he was off to some business trip. When I was not able to find his home I gave him a call.

He told me that he was busy and he smsd me bhabhi’s number. I gave her a call she explained me the way and in no time I reached their home. It was around 10 PM when I reached. She was standing on front gate. It was dark outside so I wasnt able to see her clearly. I had seen her on my cousins marriage, she was of good height 5 5, had good features, wheatish but very thin and ordinary.

When I entered the house I saw her full view. Boy I was stunned. she was wearing a pink nighty that went just below her knees. Her shiny legs were visible. She had grown little chubby after having a baby or voluptuous. but boy she did look stunning now. Her breasts were heavier and her smile more mischievous. There was a glow on her face and I was mesmerized by her looks.

I was so lost that she had to repeat 2-3 times so that I respond to her questions. I felt a guilt about thinking about her in such a way. I mostly kept quiet during dinner. Many times she asked me what happened. I mostly kept quiet and said I was tired. She took me to the room where I was supposed to sleep. She told me that you will stay with us till you work in NCR.

When I told my office was away she said dont give me any excuse. She wasnt listening to anything and held my arm real tight, a shock like feeling passed through my body.. I liked the authority with which she said this. I agreed to stay with them.

That night I couldnt sleep I was thinking all about her. Her smile, her beautiful face, her heavy breasts, her round ass. I went to the bathroom and masturbated. Then my mind got a little relaxed and I was able to sleep.

Next morning I was to join the office. I wore casual T shirt and Jeans as I was wearing in my previous company. On breakfast table I saw her. she was wearing a dark orange color suit. It was tight from breasts and hips. I again got an erection. She told me to wear formals on first day to make a good impression. I told her its ok, She didnt agree and gave me bhaiya’s clothes to wear.

when I came after changing. Her face lit up, she complimented me that I looked very handsome. The journey of 1.5 hours from home to office was tough inspite of company’s cab. First day in office was spent in finishing formalities. Return 2 hours seemed like eternity as I so wanted to see her again.

When I reached home my cousin also had returned, met him and then he offered me a drink. Over drinks he told me to stay here as his work was supposed to involve lots of travelling in next few months and he needed someone to stay here. I said yes, I could see bhabhi;s smiling face.

My cousin went to washroom, bhabhi came to me and said, Devar ji acha hua aap ruk rahe ho, main akeli nai rahungi, khoob masti kia karenge. Again few dirty thoughts crept into my mind. Again it was 12.30, I was thinking about her. I didnt want to masturbate so went to drawing room to watch TV. She was sitting on Sofa Breastfeeding her child.

Her huge breast was visible, I got an immediate erection. I was returning to my room, she saw me and called me. I came to her. Her expression became kinkier when she noticed my erection, I could see her expression changing but I couldnt react. She told me to sit with me as she also couldnt sleep as baby was up. she fed the baby who was now sleeping.

She went to the bedroom and put the baby in his bed. Came back and sat on the sofa. She sat cross legged. Her nighty was up from her legs. I was literally sweating and breathing heavily. She told me that her hubby was supposed to go to USA for 15 days starting next month and she would bother me with lots of work as she had to take care of baby also. I told her that I would be happy to do so.

Next day was Saturday, My brother’s flight was Friday late night. Bhabhi wanted to go but my brother forbade her as it would have been unsafe. I loaded his stuff in cab and he left, before that he told me to take good care of bhabhi. I convinced him that I will do so.

She was little bit upset, I tried to console her, told her few jokes. She asked me if I would like a beer. I was shocked, I always thought her to be a simple housewife. I said ok. We had 3 beers each. she started asking me about my GFs. I told I had one in college and not now. She was looking like a fairy in white silky sleevless night suit. Her smooth thighs were making me mad.

She started to tie her hair. It exposed her Her armpit that had liitle hair, that musky smell made me so horny. I didnt want to take any extreme step so I told her I want to go to my room. she grabbed by arm and told me to sit. We talked for a few moments and occasionally touched each others arm, face. I knew that we were getting very intimate. Still I was reluctant to take that extreme step.

These 2 weeks we became very close. She used to leave her baby at her mother’s place as her mother wanted to spend time with her grandson. We went to movies, shopping and I even gave her a ride on the bike which she had asked me many times.She asked me once, which type of girl you like, I told bhabhi aap jaise. She used to blush and change the topic. Still some trigger was needed to make my fantasy into reality.

One day she called me at office that she would spend the night at her mother’s place and her mother was not well. I had something else in my mind. I wanted to keep as many of her memories with me as I could collect. I went to her bedroom, There was a laundry basket, It mostly had her undergarments, I took a pink bra and black panty with me.

I saw that the Desktop was on I switched on screen and started to explore hidden files and folders. I got stunned, It had porn, lots of it. Also it had nude pics of bhabhi, I believe bhai would have taken it with him to USA. I took a pen drive and copied everything. Then I went to my room and masturbated smelling bhabihs panty and watching her nude pics.

It was done for me. I wanted to fuck her badly. I didnt want to force and wanted her consensus. I went online and had a chat with some people. They gave some tips. They worked and I could see her getting closer to me. The time had come to do the final thing.

When I returned home on monday, I asked her when sumit is returning. She told me that his trip got extended by a week. She had to go to her cousin’s wedding and she told me that it would be difficult to go alone. I asked her to take her there. Her face suddenly became happy again. She told me that she would select my dress as she wants me to look the best. I gave a smile and agreed.

I took an off on tuesday from office as we were to go for shopping. We decided to go to Karol Bagh. She told me to take her in Metro. I took her on my bike till Metro station. Her warm breast was touching my back. She was wearing a green printed saree with a sleeveless blouse. We boarded the metro. We took a twin seat and sat next to each other.

She was little tired so she slept on my shoulder. Other people in metro were thinking we were husband and wife. Only I knew that we were yet to have our first night. Then we came for shopping. I selected a Red saree for her. I told bhabhi you would look like a sex bomb in this dress. she blushed. she purchased it and told me that she would surprise me.

Then she selected mine ethnic dress too. My mind was thinking about the surprise. We were tired after shopping so took a rickshaw till karol bagh metro. Rickshaw puller was a jerk. He moved rickshaw very quickly. Bhabhi was about to fall. I held her from her waist, her bare stomach was in my hands, she smiled and said, just hold me, dont let go.

On the wedding day I got ready first. She came and she turned over, it was a backless blouse which was very revealing. My jaw dropped.I was speechless, I just wistled and then we started for wedding.

There we got drunk, she asked me to mix vodka in coke, She took 3 shots. we danced like no one was watching. Then we started heading towards home. Both were intoxicated, She put her arm around me in cab, I also started feeling her bare back. I knew that today was the day.

When we reached home, baby and bhabhi’s mother both were sleeping. Her feet slipped and her ankle got twisted. she cried in pain. I hurried towards her, I supported her and took her to my room. I removed her shoe and gave her gentle foot massage. she said oh devarji, you are so caring, love you.

That was my signal. I went irresistible, I kissed her feet, she moaned, she took her feet and started playing on my pace with it, slowly, gently. I was mad and super duper horny. I lifted her saree and kissed her thighs. then I put her on the bed and I layed on top of her. I kissed her lips, ear lobes and pressed her boobs hard. I wanted to fuck my bhabhi like anything.

I removed my clothes and her saree, I put my hand in her blouse and felt the warmth and softness of her huge breasts. I made her topeless. That was the most beautiful sight, better that the pics I had seen. I just didnt want to let go of her. For 20-25 minutes I played with her melons.

She was enjoying like anything, moaning in a slow voice, responding to each gesture and demanding more. I removed her petticoat and panty. Her cunt was little hairy. It was wet and I wanted to fuck her lovehole. I smelled it. It was fantastic. My cock was in pain with all such excitement.

I wanted to fuck her direct for the first time so didnt wear a condom. I entered her, she moaned and held me tightly, she was talking dirty, oh devar ji, oh devar ji, meri chut le lo, fuck me. I was also saying oh bhabhi you are so sexy. I started stroking as I didnt want to waste time. Witihin few minutes I came inside her. The thing which I wanted the most, my sexy bhabhi was my slave now.

She slept but I passed a few hours enjoying watching her sexy body. She was super hot. At 3.30 Am she woke me up. we went to bathroom to take a bath, we made love again. She dressed up and went to her room. Then this became very regular. We had various different experiences so far, which I will share depending on the response to this piece.

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Rahul fucking adorable Mamta bhabhi - II

Previously: Rahul fucking adorable Mamta bhabhi

After the lust (or love ) calmed down, I felt niggling pain in my left shoulder. I asked her as to why she did it and it inaugrated another round of emotional outburst. She calmly said ' Firstly I did'nt want it to be that hard and secondly I do not want you to forget what both of us did today morning '. I subtly said that even without this I would have never forgotten todays incidence.

She literally licked my wound and said 'o.k Rahul you bite me'. I sarcastically said and what would you tell to my brother, you would be ruined. She laughed and said 'you care for me, or you are afraid'. I said 'both'. She asked me 'Rahul, you wanted my body, na'. I hesitated a bit and said ' initially I was deeply infatuated and had lust for you but I never wanted to harm you '.

She just sighed and said ' just go and have a tetanus injection '. I asked her ' Mamta, tell me honestly, you wanted sex or you are in love '. She just said ' what do you think'. I was again confused and said ' perhaps we would have never crossed the limit had I not seduced you '. She smiled and said what if I would have seduced you ?.

I immediately said, I would have loved it and gone for it. She laughed, got up from bed, and said 'now if you had high morals, say, the bade bhai factor, ingratiated in your mind and add to it the courage factor then would you have done it '. I was speechless, I shook my head. She taunted me and said you got the answer, my dear provided you don't consider me to be a whore.

She went to bathroom and just took a quick shower and as she started to dress up and softly said 'I have enjoyed both the times and thanks for that and as I,too,wanted it to happen so I allowed you'. I nodded as if I understood but in reality I myself did'nt understand why I wanted her so badly. It was about 4:30 p.m and she again licked my wound and said ' go and get the injection'.

She then called my brother and asked him regarding his time of arrival. He said he would be back home by 11 p.m. After few minutes of casual talk she hung up and winked at me. She said 'we still have about six hours'. I just smiled. I did'nt know where we were heading. I, too, got ready and left the house.

I took injection and applied a balm. The Dr. laughed and said you got a nasty wife and better engage her while she is having her orgasm or you would be hurt like this only. I acknowledged his concern by just smiling. I wandered aimlessly for few hours thinking about what I have done. I then rang up my brother and asked him if I should pick him up from airport.

He declined and said he would come by his own. I called Ritu and felt good talking with her. At around 9 p.m I returned back. Mamta complained and I said I am confused. She asked me, 'regarding what'. I blurted ' regarding fucking you '. She just said ' nau sau choohe kha kar billi haj karne nikili'. My nephew was nagging her and she said wait for me.

She came back within 15 - 20 min after he slept. I dejectedly said ' Mamta, mera majaak mat udao '. She hissed, ' Rahul, why are you confused ? Is it b'coz I asked you a question you love me or not ? Basically, I am beginning to feel that you would have been comfortable had I behaved and acted like a whore or your brother would have been impotent '.

I said ' no it is not like that '. Truthfully, I myself could not understand my problem. Mamta then naughtily said ' chalo koi baat nahi, abhi maloom pad jayega ' and she left. She came back wearing a frock ( I have never seen that dress ). It just covered her ass and her beautiful long legs looked gorgeous.

It was sleeveless and the cut for arms were deep enough that one can easily put in his hands to have fun with her chuchi. She was braless that I knew. She came in front of me and posed sexily. I felt my lund getting stiff again. She sexily gyrated her hips, spreading out her arms and put one of her leg very near to my lund. I bent my head to check wether she had panty or not.

Oh ! My god, it was just her frock. She nudged my lund with her legs and said, ' tum ek number ke bastard ho, khud ko confused kahte ho, but, phir taiyaar ho gaye sex ke liye '. I tried to control myself and Mamta, as if dancing pose sat beside me with one leg on my lund and with other she caressed my cheeks. She ordered me to unbutton my shirt but I did'nt.

She smiled sexily and said ' chalo aisay hi sahi '. She rubbed my lips with her feet and in reflex action I just could stop myself from kissing it. She sexily whispered gooooood babbbyyyyy com' mon youu want it, jjjussstttt dddoooooo ittttttt babbbyy ummmmmm liccckkkkk itt. I felt spellbound and licked it. She encouraged me and moaned uuummmmmm aaaahhhh theee wholeee legg babyyyyy.

I licked her upto calf and then vigorously sucked her calf. She kept on moaning aaaahhhhggghhhh ufffffff mmmyyyyyy lllloverrrrrrr boyyyyy opennn itttttttt youu aree hurting yourselfff, makeee itt freee ummmmm and pressed my lund with her feet. I hurriedly unzipped my pant and in one stroke removed it from my body. My lund sprang out like a spring.

Not fully hard but hard enough to be on its own without any support. She swiftly turned and took it inside her mouth and sucked it hard. I felt my lund growing in size inside her mouth. I moaned uffff Mamtaaaaaa dheeereeee. She licked it then giving attention to tip. I grabbed her frock and pulled it out. She was totally nude. She stood up and crazily went to terrace, all nude saying terrace par.

The opposite high rise building was, at the most, 50 mtr away. Though terrace lights were switched off but it was not totally dark out there. I went after her. She stood there striking 'titanic pose'. I said ' Mamta lets go to my room '. She whispered 'c'mon Rahul, '. She turned and kissed me. I strained my eye to look at the opposite building but could not see anything.

I hugged her and kissed passionately. She removed my shirt and both were totally nude. I sucked and licked her nipples angling and bending my head, she gently chewed my earlobes and charged me up. I slowly kneeled in front of her and she kept her legs over my shoulder, sttill standing, as I sucked her pussy.

She moaned ummmm Rahuuuulll tummm mujheee pagalllll kar diyeee hooo aaaghhhh uffffffff ittniiiiii mastiiiiii ooohhhh myyyyy goddddd uffff hmmmmm. She was oozing out her juices and was praising me. The pleasure weakened her knees and she collapsed over me. She then again took my lund and started sucking it.

I was still on my knees and now it was my turn and my tension kept on creeping up. She realised this and stood up and turned and held the railing and bent herself to the extent that her pussy was visible from rear and I positioned myself. I rubbed my lund and then entered her from rear. Once fully inside her, her mobile rang. She hurriedly said, make it fast, he has landed in Mumbai.

I began thrusting her at rapid pace. She moaned very softly, barely audible aaahhhhh ummmmm hummmmm hummmmmm ooohhh Rrrraahullll hmmmmmm oooohhh uffffff. I was feeling tense and soon I ejaculated. She was still not done. I felt guilty for her. I said sorry but she kissed me and whispered ' its o.k, sometimes it happens '.

She hurriedly took her frock and instructed my to clear the mess. She ran to bathroom and I rearranged the living room. She returned within ten minutes, water dripping down her face, then rang up my brother and said ' han bolo, bathroom mein thi '. She again winked at me and motioned me to take shower. I took shower and came out in my usual dress, shorts and T shirt.

She kissed me and said he is coming and don't forget to peep inside our room. She winked and wore a gown over frock to cover herself. I switched on T.V and settled for HBO when sound of calling bell filled the room. My brother had arrived.

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Rahul fucking adorable Mamta bhabhi

Dear friends, I am Rahul, aged 25 years and presently putting up with my brother ( 31 ). He got married some 4 years back. I became a die hard fan of my bhabhi, Mamta ( same age), from the day one because of her beauty. She is sooo fair that the very word fair will be gross insult to her skin texture.

Her good height (5 6") and curvaceous body, all in correct proportion, makes her the most desirable lady and my brother always feels proud of his prized possession. After about a year my brother shifted to Mumbai and his career took off in a brilliant manner. I completed my studies and settled for a job in Mumbai at a lesser salary, only to be near her and feast my eyes.

My brother was doing good and they had no problem in accomodating me in their magnificient 4 bedroom apartment. My infatuation grew by leaps and bounds when I saw her in tight jeans, skirts, backless blouse (only when she used to go for party with my brother ) and saree all underlining her feminity and that marvelous curvaceous body displaying no symptoms whatsoever to proove that she is mother of a year old toddler.

I tried to get close to her and all I could manage in those initial 3 to 4 months was she liked my company. She seemed to be pretty satisfied with all the sex she was getting from my brother. It was then that I decided to seduce her. I had developed a feeling that if I am not able to fuck her then my entire life is a waste.

One evening while we were watching T.V Mamta complimented Hrithiks body and poked my brother for being out of shape. Her simple statement gave me hope and I decided to shape up my body. I knew that if not like Hrithiks body I can certainly have a good body to show off. The very next day I joined gym and my efforts paid off within two three months Mamta asked me if I am seeing any girl, in front of my brother.

I said no bhabhi, but why are you asking. She looked at my brother and said ladka aaj kal body banaa raha hai . My brother laughed and said chalo aacha hai, usko aish karne do ek do saal. As per instruction of my instructor I had controlled my diet and I used to feel good standing nude in front of full scape mirror.

I observed that Mamta used to, in one pretext or other, take a look at my budding biceps and would tease me lage raho munna bhai . It gave me required motivation and I really worked hard. It took about a year for me to have good biceps and triceps. I felt that I got good attention from not only Mamta ( she felt it ) but other girls in the building and sensed a tad of jeolousy from Mamta when Ritu started to frequently come to meet me.

Mamta and myself then engaged ourselves in cat and mouse game where she , as if accidently, quite often, let her pallu slip giving me a good cleavage show and used to hold my arms every now and then, but always in absence of my brother. Then one day, on Ritus suggestion, I got my arms tatooed.

I showed it off to Mamta and she became a bit more explicit and I felt that she started competing Ritu (die hard fan of size zero ). I, infact soothed her ego, said Ritu, yaar if bhabhi would have belonged to Mumbai she would have given Katrina Kaif a run for money . Ritu also agreed and asked Mamta bhabhi aap kaise itna apne ko maintained rakhtee ho.

I added ( to please Mamta ) yaar bhabhi toh mere umr ki lagti hi nahin hain, do teen saal choti lagti hai . Mamta was visibly pleased with all this. (Mamta knew that I was, by that time enjoying sex with Ritu). After Ritu left, I kept on complimenting her beauty as she kept on cooking. She giggled as I kept on complimenting her.

In humid weather of Mumbai, I removed my T shirt, exposing my now well toned upper half, and said uff yeh humidity mein bhabhi aap kaise yeh saari pehan leti ho . She looked at me and watched my body and said tatoo aacha lag raha hai . I asked her sirf tatoo ?. She sexily angled her face towards me and said upar ka body to aachaa hai, neeche ka Ritu se pooch lena and she giggled and I laughed and said usko bhi kaise maloom hoga.

Mamtas eye danced all around my body and said Rahul, I know what you two are doing these days . I pretended and innocently asked what are we doing ?. She just meaningfully smiled and said kyun mere muh se sun na chahta hai. I insisted and said, haan . Before she could reply my brother came back and we changed the topic.

I further opened up with Mamta and one fine evening told her about Ritus interest in horse riding. She joked riding is for you and you should be more intrested in riding and perhaps she is more interested that you ride perfectly . I laughed and then indirectly discussed few positions. She expressed that it is the adventure which gives pleasure and thrill not the act itself.

I asked her to explain. She said buddhu, bachpan mein aam chori nahi kiya kabhi , I said kiya hai . She asked chori karke khaane mein mazaa tha ya ghar mein dad jo kharid ke laate the . I said chori waala . She sucked her own lips and asked samaje . I laughed and said haan par bhabhi ab is case mein chori kaise karoo, aam to hai mere paas .

She made a funny face management kaise pass kar liya tu, arre buddhu, thoda dar ho jaise ki koi dekh liya toh, ya kissi ko malum pad gaya toh, thodi jaldi ho ki koi aa jayega toh etc etc. She enacted whatever she said and I laughed heartily and asked her bhaiya ke saath kaun kaun si choriyan karti ho . She realised she talked too much and said ab bus karo, jo marji kar.

I was satisfied with the progress I made and didnt overstrech the talk. Just after few days I again poked her saying bhabhi you are sooo sooo beautiful, pls share how bhaiya gets romantic with you . She said kahan ka romance, you are with us for last 2 years, did you see him romancing with me. I said woh apne chote bhai ke saamne thodi na aapse romance karenge.

She said, arre nahin, your brother is not at all romantic, alag type ka hai, khyaal aacha rakhte hai, khush rakhte hai but,no thrilling romance. I acted as if I am shocked and asked her aur kya karenge . Mamta was again in her flow and said tum nahi samajoge, I insisted then she asked me sach sach bataa Ritu ko kya gift sabse jyada pasand aaya .

I stressed my brain and acted as if I was feeling shy and said woh bhabhi jab hum Goa gaye the toh use ek lingerie kharid ke diya that is her special one . Mamta winked at me and said good ! Now your brother gives me gold, diamond in gifts but nothing of this sort . I protested and said everybody can not give gold, you should be greatful . Mamta said this is the point, I am greatful but, I am missing the thrill .

I now knew how to seduce her and what exactly she wanted. My wicked mind chalked out a plan and I simply waited for my brother to go out of station. Then one day over dinner my brother said he would be going to Delhi next morning. His flight was of morning 5 a.m and he hoped to return same evening.

I dropped my brother to airport at 3:30 a.m and came back and decided it was now or never. I had a feeling that Mamta, too, is waiting for initiation from me. Mamta had removed her top gown and was wearing two piece night dress, a silky top hung on her shoulders with just two thin straps and a mini skirt type short.

With no bra, her firm chuchi stood up like mount everest and created a gap between her top and body. Her almost bare shoulders spoke volumes about her velvety skin.The shorts were well below her navel but enough above her bushes and unlike Ritus flat stomach, there was a slight mound around her oval navel making it deeper and sexier and it was enough to charge me up.

She gave me feel of her sexy boobs, slender waist and those sexy buns and without showing she showed a lot. I had a good look at her smooth velvety skin and deeply exhaling said bhabhi, bahut sexy lag rahi ho . She laughed, tying her hairs in bun form and giving me opportunity to look at her smooth armpits, said apni bhabhi ko sexy kah rahe ho, tere bhai ko malum pad gaya toh teri aur meri jaan le lenge .

I asked her kyun ! Main kya taarif nahi kar sakta . Nahi nahi mera ye matlab nahi tha Rahul she responded. I watched her from head to toe, stopping at her boobs and then navel area (so openly with her knowledge for the first time ). She asked me for tea, I agreed and said, terrace mein chalte hain . It was about 4:30 a.m and very dim moonlight flooded the terrace.

She sat reclining herself on that luxiorous beach chair, top portion inclined, and one leg little up. With one hand she held the mug and other above her head. She looked sexy and my lund reacted by growing in erection. I stood near railing, watching her and enjoying. I was in jeans and shirt. She softly said jaa jaake change kar lo, bhor ki is breeze mein aacha lagega.

I kept my mug on railing, and one by one unbuttoned my shirt. I decided to give her strip show. I then slowly removed my shirt. She responded by putting her both hands above her head, making her chuchi more attractive. As I proceeded towards my jeans, she sighed and crossed her legs and played with her feet.

As I unzipped the jeans and slided it just enough to expose my huge bulge, I saw her rubbing her face over her arms and she whispered stoppp itt Rahulll, pls go inside and change . I defied her wish and continued with my endeavour and gently slowly removed it then picked my clothing and walked towards her. She watched me and circled her tongue twice over her lips in quick succession.

I stood near her and put my clothes on the string. My huge bulge was perhaps just a feet away and she surely must have smelled my jockey, which I wash with lemon water(a good way to avoid pungent smell of sweat, try it readers ). I observed she had closed her eyes and was breathing erratically. She waited for me to do something and I waited for her to say something.

She had seen me in my shorts but never in my jockey. It was still dark there and I won the battle when she opened her eyes, saw me standing there only. She croaked kya hua, yahan khade kyon ho?. I softly replied bhabhi, jagah to do . She gulped and said aisay and I teased her kyon aisay kya problem hai . She had regained a lot and said kam se kam shorts to pehan lo .

My tone was that of a challenge kyon, dar lag raha hai . She little bit increased the pitch of her voice from whisper and said dar ! Kis baat ka . I then insisted to baithne do, aapne paas . I stressed the last two words. She shrugged her shoulders and gave me little space. As I sat beside her facing her, our bare skins touched and I for the first time felt she was burning hot as if she was having fever.

I felt her shiver and my whole body had goosebums. I heard her weak voice plss doosra chair le lo . I pretended that I could not hear her and I put both my arms around both side of her face and fully bent myself, just inches away from crushing her magnificient chuchi, and took luxury of resting my lower lip over her earlobe and blowing hot breath over her ears whispered kuch boli tum.

She had turned her face and I too felt her hot breath. She whispered pls Rahul, dont make things difficult for me, pls go away . I deeply inhaled her aroma, and in process of moving out from that posture exhaled over her neck and shoulder. My lund was soo hard that it wanted to be free but I wanted to arouse her to point of no return.

I remained in that odd position and put my one leg over the chair (one leg still on floor). I touched her legs with my legs and my bulge of lund brushed her from side on her thighs. She shivered and closed her eyes. I gently nudged her and made her fully aware of my hard, erect lund.

She responded well to my nudge and gave me enough room and I was side on position, she had twisted her lower half which gave me opportunity to fully press my lund on her ass. I wanted desperately to go to next level of the game and I whispered bhabhi, chori karne ka man kar raha hai.

I took her silence as her consent and simultaneously rubbed my legs on hers and put my hand on her stomach, softly squeezing her navel area. She was not breathing and kept on quivering as my hands approached the base of her magnificient chuchi. I felt her quivers and as no longer able to hold her breath, she exhaled and started taking short frequent breaths.

I was in no hurry and my fingers took circuitous route, circling her entire chuchi and then finally reached her hard erect nipples. As I played with her one nipple trying to find the intensity of her desire, she thrust her ass providing counter pressure on my lund. I finally tweaked her nipples and she moaned aaaaaagghghhhh.

I had exposed her one chuchi to my greedy tongue and in no time it was inside my mouth and I sucked, lapped and kept on nibbling one and tweaking the other one between my fingers. She started combing my hairs with her fingers and kept on moaning ooooohhhh aaaaahhh ummmmmm uuuffffff ooooommmmmm.

I slided my left hand beneath her body and handed over the tweaking of her nipples (by right hand) to left hand and my free right hand straight away went to inside her shorts. She was wearing G string and I massaged her choot from over her soaked panties. It responded well oozing out more.

She pulled my hairs and as I looked up, leaving her nipples, she kissed my lips and then whispered chalo bed room mein . I asked her why. She sexily giggled and said buddhu, chair toot jayega aur phir wahan bada ground milega . I again kissed her, sucked her lips greedily and asked her bheetar manaa toh nahi kar dogi.

She countered me agar chori pakdi gayi toh is saathi ko akela toh nahi choor doge. I lifted her up in my arms and admidst her kisses said kabhi nahi . I took her to my bedroom, I opened all windows while she sat on the bed. As I came near her she held my waist and with ease slowly lowered my jockey. My lund sprang out and she kissed it.

She played with her tongue along the length of my lund and then it vanished inside her mouth. I felt the hotness of her mouth and all the tingling she did with her tongue. I held her head and and blurted out suck it baby, I have been waiting for this since I saw you . She tested me with mild jerks and licking the tip but I controlled my pressure built up.

She then pulled me and came on top of me. She sat on my crotch, and removed her tops. I exclaimed oh my god ! Sooooo lovely Mamta . She smiled and said bhabhi hi bolo Rahul warna naam se bulane ki aadat pad jayegi . I cupped her chuchi, 2 perfect U and asked kyon . She removed her shorts balancing on my crotch and sexily said yeh silsila shuru hua, mujhe maloom hai ab tum jab bhi mauka milega mujhe litaa hi doge.

She rubbed her choot on my pubic hairs and bent down to kiss me. She then licked my nipples and sucked it. I was all charged up and brought her down. As I positioned myself between her legs, she pulled me down and playing with my tongue she whispered, tere bhai ko nahane ke liye sirf 5 minute lagte hai isliye jo bhi karna sirf 3 minute mein.

I laughed, and asked her aur baki ke do minute . She said kapade pehan ne ke liye . I gave a huge thrust and entered her fully. I took her nipples in my mouth and she said fuck me hard and fast Rahul. I sprinted and began fucking her at rapid pace. It was like I was running 100 mtr race. I kept on banging her feeling her choot walls squeezing my lund.

She moaned and moaned encouraging me hhhaaaaannn haaaaahhhnnn aaaiisssseeee hiiiii aaahhhhhh uuuummmmm hhhaaan ufffffffffff kaaarooooo aaaapniiiii mmmurrraaaaddd purrriiii kaaar loooooo hmmmmmm uffffffffffff oooohhhhhh Rrrraaaahuuuuulll ummmmmmmm uuufffffff issss gharrrrr kee haaaarr aaahhhh ummm koneeeee koneeeeeee meeeinnnn mmmujjjheeeeee chhdooooddddddnaaaa boooloooo rrrrraaahuuulllll kkaaarororgeeee aaaaaahhhhh naaaaa.

At that time I was not in position to talk. I was panting and just enjoying her tight choot. I was not able to breathe and I opened my mouth to get some air, my mouth dried out and I made strange effort to breathe. She turned me and came on top of me and started her slow grinding of my lund. I gathered my breath and cupped her chuchi and again came on top of her.

I took her to edge of bed, stood up and put her both legs on my shoulder and again pumped her like a mad man. She was oozing out in gallons and I felt it wetting my balls. She deliriously moaned aaammmmmm hmmmmm uummm aaaaahhhhhh ooooommm hhhaannnn and then I felt her stiffen and I started pumping her furiously. I started firing and her volcano too erupted.

I kept on jerking into her choot till I felt she was still and calm. I stood there breathing heavily with both my hands over my hips. Mamta said you are slow, you took 8 minutes to finish it off sweetheart, pakade jayenge . I not able to breathe, laughed and said aagli baar try karta hoon. She commanded its dawn now close the window and relax.

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Hot affair with sexy Sister-in-Law - III

Previously: Hot affair with sexy Sister-in-Law - II

She pushed her buttocks hard against my bulge when I finally cupped her mound, and I felt the wetness seeping through the flimsy panties. She slid one hand down and grabbed my exploring hand, pressing it harder against her crotch. By god! This was unbelievable! She actually was egging me on!

I slid my hand up till I was caressing her belly and then pushed my fingers through the elastic waistband of her panties. I groaned; she gasped. I felt the bush there between her legs and without any further finesse I cupped her naked pussy. She pulled her face away from mine, simultaneously, pushing her hips forward in a subtle gesture to encourage me to further increase the level of play with her pussy.

"Ohhhh..." She finally broke the eerie silence with this. When I slid my fingers across and over the lips of her pussy, her body went rigid. "Ahhhhh...ugghhh..." she moaned expressively. With my left hand now squeezing, not just kneading, her ample chest, I stepped closer as she strained forward, so that I could rub my erection against her buttocks.

"Oh, pl-pl-please, please..." she uttered and I did not understand what it was she was pleading with me for till her hand began to guide mine up and down over her pussy. I realized that she wanted me to start rubbing her pussy in this direction and at the pressure with which she was pressing my hand. I obliged, settling immediately into a rhythm that obviously was just what she needed, because she began moving her body up and down over my finger.

With the fingers of my left hand I began rubbing one erect nipple that had her quivering uncontrollably. She was trying to push my other hand, which she was holding with one of her own, up over her pussy. I realized she wanted a quick release, or that she was on the brim of orgasm and she wanted me to play with her clitoris.

I was amazed when my finger encountered her clit. It was swollen, erect, almost like a little penis and when I massaged it, she let out a sound that was a cross between a scream and a moan. She raised her left leg and spreading it away from her body, laid it atop the bed that was about a foot away from where we were standing.

Her hand left mine and drifted to the sari, which I had been holding in my hand, bunched up as it was around her waist. Presumably, she had gauged by now that I understood exactly how much pressure and in which direction she wanted herself to be touched there and wanted to use her hand for better purposes. That resulted in her pushing my hand off the sari and she herself took hold of the material and lifted it well above her waist.

I glanced at the mirror in front of us and suddenly realized her intentions of doing this. She had opened her eyes and we could now both see the reflection of my hand playing with her pussy lips and her swollen clitoris. Since she had spread her leg apart, her pussy lips had stretched wide open as well.

She had a well-maintained (neatly trimmed) bush: a bunch of curly dark hair in the shape of a triangle. I don't know when and how her panties had slid down to her hips, almost down to her knees. Maybe they had slipped down when she had wiggled and squirmed during my initial foray inside them, but I swear I never knew when the garment had been pushed down.

She had leaned her head towards her left so that she could watch our reflections in the mirror. I noticed how swan-like her neck was and I dipped my head down to kiss the naked flesh between her shoulder and the neck.

I increased the pressure and the pace of my fingers across her pussy lips and her clit and it took no more than a minute for her to sway and thrust her hips forward, uttering incomprehensible words as she climaxed yet again. Her legs almost collapsed under her, and had it not been for my other hand holding her up by her breasts, she would surely have fallen down.

Breathing hard and raggedly, she gasped, "Oh, oh my god, oh god, p-please, please, its too much, too much, stop now, please, stop, stop..." I decided, rather sadistically I think, not to let her go as yet. Ignoring my own need to release my pent up emotions by way of ejaculating (which appeared imminent anyway), I pushed on.

"Once more, okay, once more, I know you need it, okay, you want it, go on, go on, take it one more time, go on!" She relented, her eyes fixed on the mirror as I redoubled my efforts, this time, changing the angle of my finger so that it rubbed inside the pussy lips, and as it advanced downwards, the tip began to slowly enter the opening.

Her pussy was hot, wet and seemed to be so tight that I had difficulty in increasing the depth of penetration of my finger during the subsequent thrusts. Now, almost half of my index finger kept sliding inside her pussy during its movement down the slit, so that, I was all at once, massaging her pussy, rubbing her pussy lips and also sliding the tip of my finger inside her.

"Oh god, oh, oh, oh my god," she chanted, beginning to move her hips to and fro in the unmistakable imitation of pure and raw intercourse, grinding her pussy against my thrusting finger. "There," I murmured softly into her ear, which I was also nibbling. "There, there. Doesn't that feel good? Don't you want that? Aren't you really loving it?"

I am basically not much for talking during sex. But this woman, the dream of my dreams had set me on fire and what I was going through now, was sheer lust. Suddenly I knew that I wanted to do and experience all that I had only dreamt of doing before and Maybe read about and seen in the adult magazines and films.

"Oh my god, yes, yes," she cried out. "Please, p-please use both your hands! Push that finger all the way in, oh god, please!" Fixated though I was on her large breasts, I decided to give her what she wanted at this moment. I slid my other hand down her waist and immediately found her clit with it, massaging it in the same rhythm with which I had been massaging it with my other finger.

At the same time, I thrust my index finger of the other hand savagely inside her opening and she gasped. "Oh my god, yes, yessss! Fuck it harder inside me!" There it was. Finally. Now, the ice had not merely been broken, all barriers were smashed. She had used the F-word, just as I was wondering whether I should start it. This was lust, pure wanton lust. There were no other feelings. No romance, no love, no poetry, just raw lust.

I rotated my finger over her clit and pushed in and pulled out my finger rhythmically. Our eyes were fixed on the reflection in the mirror – the sight of my finger sliding in and out of her pussy and another finger rubbing her inflamed clit seemed to us as almost hypnotic. "You like this?" I whispered in her ear. "You like my finger fucking your pussy and playing with your clit, don't you?"

She nodded her head furiously, her bright eyes and mouth open, the former burning like fire and the latter breathing out hot air. Her enormous chest heaved, the dark brown nipples taut and erect. I decided to do something about her chest. I leaned down and thrust my face against her breasts. She arched them to me. I did not go for the soft melons, or the inviting nipples.

Instead, I managed to get my head between the cantaloupes: don't ask me how. Here I am, standing behind and slightly away from her, my hands working furiously at her crotch, her arms stretched up and behind, wrapped around my neck. Of course, she turned her body (waist up only) slightly and sighed when I began to lick that amazing, soft flesh between her breasts. Oh god, were they big! I had a feeling that half my head was buried between them.

"Oh, please, suck on them, please," she implored. At last! I fastened my mouth over her nearest breast, taking in as much of the flesh inside my mouth as possible, sucking hard till my cheeks hollowed completely. Even as I sucked her lovely breast, I allowed my tongue to sweep over the hard nub of her nipple, and that made her moan louder and louder.

I felt her hand coming down to rest on top of my head and urging me to switch over to the other breast. Who the hell was I to refuse? I had been dreaming of these beauties for so long now. I immediately stuffed her other breast into my mouth, repeating my actions again. I began licking her nipples now, first one and then the other, alternating between the two, wishing that there were some way I could lick both at once.

In the position I was in, this was impossible. I was aware that my saliva was steadily dripping down her breasts. I went back to sucking them again. She was pressing her breasts against my mouth and her pussy harder against my fingers. "Oh yes, oh yes, suck it harder, oh god, oh god, harder please! Fuck your finger faster, faster, oh god, deeper, ah yes, yes, oh my god, I'm going to cum, yes, going to cum!"

And as her body began to shudder, she pulled my face away from her tantalizing breasts. She raised her face, turning sideways and opened her mouth. "Kiss me when I'm cumming, now, now!" Without interrupting the movement of my fingers, I leaned down and put my mouth on top of hers, shoving my tongue deep in the warmth of her oral cavity that seemed to me like a furnace.

Simultaneously, I pushed my hips forward and rubbed my penis against her tight buttocks, eager to seek my own release. She moaned and cried out yet again as she climaxed, letting go of her sari and wrapping her arms back over my neck, pulling my face deeper into hers, fighting my tongue with hers, sucking voraciously on it.

Very slowly I decreased the pressure and the pace of my fingers, feeling the hot wetness seep over them, till finally, I cupped her entire pussy as though to prevent her fluids dribbling down her thighs. Her body thrashed and squirmed for a long time and then she tore her lips away from mine, gasping aloud. "Oh god, oh my god, it was so good, it was so good!" she moaned, planting wet kisses on my cheeks and on the top of my nose.

"I'm so glad for you, Radha, I'm so glad you liked my finger fucking you, making you feel so good," I replied. She pressed her buttocks back to grind them against my hard on. She looked into my eyes in the mirror. We did not need any words now. I was aware that she was feeling the contours of my penis against her firm buttocks and it felt natural when she slid one hand down the side of my body.

She pushed it between our bodies, looking in the mirror for guidance and shuffled sideways slightly to expose the front of my bulging trousers. Her sari had fallen down over her waist again. I let out a grunt when she cupped my bulge and her eyes flew back to bore into mine. I brought one finger (the one that had been sliding in and out of her opening) up and even as she stared at me, squeezing my hard on over my trousers, I slid the finger in my mouth.

She gasped when I sucked on my finger and then opened her mouth when I offered it to her. She licked my finger first before devouring it in her hot mouth, her head bobbing to and fro. With my other hand, I cupped her cheek and moved my finger in and out of her mouth: out when she bobbed her head back and in when she leaned forward to suck it back in.

She fumbled for the belt around my waist, and though I wanted to help her undo it, I preferred to let her do it. For some strange reason, I thought that the extra time she'd take to get my trousers and my underwear off would help me in prolonging my ejaculation. Just a few moments ago, I had thought that one more rub against her buttocks, and I would be shooting my cum right in my underwear. But that wasn't to be.

She didn't stop sucking on my finger and she adjusted her body so that I could also begin to fondle her breasts with my other hand, pinching and rubbing them, rolling the hard nipples between thumb and forefinger. The belt was off, the buttons were undone and she pulled the zipper down. My pants slithered down my legs to fall on the floor and when she pushed my underwear as well, her eyes widened.

It's a cliché, when one describes his penis emerging out of his clothes as 'like a lion freed from the cage'. But the metaphor did apply in this case. I myself was surprised at the erection I was spouting. Now, my penis isn't all that long and big. I've read smut stories describing penises as being a foot long and as wide as a bottle of coke.

This has always amused me and I'd always pity the woman who'd have to accommodate such a monster inside her. I was always sure that if there were to be such penises (and I admit I've seen some pretty large ones in the porno films I have stacked in my private library), no real, normal woman would like to have it stuffed inside her and then get banged with it for as long as Peter North usually takes to come in the stag films.

Besides, I had read a real good story in an adult book where the woman describes how a guy with an almost miniature penis had given her enjoyment more than all the other big dick guys ever had. Not that mine was miniature. Far from that, at this moment as Radha gasped at its sight, it looked longer that its usual six-odd inches and thicker than the four and half inch circumference

(I have measured and calculated it during one time that I was watching a porn flick). I don't think you can accurately measure the diameter of a penis; it makes more sense to know the circumference. Just take a piece of string and wrap it around your erection. Measure the length of the string. That's the circumference. (For academic interest, you could get the approximate diameter by dividing this circumference by 3.14!)

"My god!" she gasped again, her eyes wide with shock and her voice sounding like a croak. "My god, May, you have a awesome one!" "Its because of you, I swear," I managed to say lightly. I shuddered and my body jack-knifed when she wrapped her fist around it wonderingly. My penis stiffened further and I still don't know (honestly) why it didn't empty its contents.

I suppose it's all in the mind. You lust for a woman this long, dreaming about her practically everyday, particularly when you are forced to masturbate in the event that the wife's not around to help and suddenly, you are facing reality. And you don't want it to end all too soon. Because you are thinking of the thousand ways you want to please her and the thousand ways you her to please you.

And maybe you won't fulfill your wish of thousand, but you certainly want at least a few of them done through during the first time. She slid her smooth though wet hand slowly up and down my shaft. After a few strokes, she gently slid her hand down to take hold of my testicles. (They weren't, for God's sake, as big as tennis balls!). She juggled them, her head involuntarily shaking from side to side.

"My god, Radha," I gasped. "Do that any more and I'm going to cum any moment!" "Go on then, May, go on and shoot! I want to see it coming out of your cock!" God, she was surprising me! I had been apprehensive about uttering those F-words, but here she was, freely using them. Talk about surprises!

I reckon that the use of these words were getting to me and was sure that if she continued talking this way, I was going to lose it one way or the other. "I want to make it last, Radha!" I groaned, watching her hand glide back and forth over my penis. "Some other time, May, some other time. Not now. You are hot; I know it and I want to see that cum shooting out. Please!"

This time, more than the tone of her sexy voice with that undercurrent of urgency in it, it was the fact that she had decided there would be other times that brought me to the edge. I had thought that this would be perhaps a one-time thing and I had reserved my other return of the 'thank you' for the purpose of getting it on with her again. Preemptive strike!

"Okay, Radha, here it is! Just be a bit faster, oh yes, like that, oh yes! Your hand feels so good on my dick, oh god, and the sight of your tits and your pussy, oh god, its too much, yes, yes, harder baby, faster, faster! I want to come all over your pussy, baby, all over your pussy! Yes, yes..."

Her fist was a blur now as she concentrated on the speed, the pressure and the rhythm. She had all three going exactly the way I would want it. Her breasts swung with her effort and her fingers clasped my scrotum. She had to bend slightly so that she could get it right. "Yes, May, yes, oh yes, come now, now, all over my pussy, all over my cunt!"

That did it! I let out a groan, thrust my hips forward, let my hands clasp her breasts to squeeze them hard and let out my juices in powerful, gut-wrenching bursts. I felt the salvos hitting her first just above the patch over her pubis, before she was directing it towards her pussy. She pushed her legs forward and pulled my shuddering penis towards her, letting the rest of my semen splat against her pussy.

All this time, she kept gently kneading my scrotum as I did her breasts and soon I was panting for breath, fiery and bright lights exploding in front of my eyes. My god! It had been a hell of a long time since I have had such a powerful orgasm. It was like my guts were spilling out. She kept jerking on my shaft in graceful sweeping movements of her fist, till she was sure that she had drained me out completely.

She straightened, a smile on her lips and I bent down to see the semen dribbling down over her hips till it was wetting her panties that were still hooked around her knees. I shuddered when she used a finger to gently cares my wet glans, and still smiling, she brought her hand up to take the finger in her mouth. She sucked it in her mouth and that look came back in her eyes.

We were silent then, just soaking in the aftermath of our orgasms. She spoke after what seemed to be a long time. "Don't you think we should dress up and leave now? We wouldn't want anyone to think about our absence as any other reason."

Dumbly I nodded. "I want to get into it again, Radha," I said hoarsely, looking squarely into her eyes. She picked up the bra and the blouse, letting the sari fall back over her legs. She walked slowly to the bathroom. "Why not? Lets watch for a ideal time and place, okay?" Now, it was she who was in command.

Not that I ever was in complete command, but at least, I did have her thinking and blushing at the suggestions I had been making. Things had reversed. "Dress yourselves up. I am going to say that I had to change because a bottle of coke spilled onto my clothes at the party. Keep with the story, okay. Besides," she smiled, "I have a bottle of coke in the fridge, and please get it here for me, will you? We might as well make it look real!"

We had driven over to the apartment so that she could change her bra. It ended up in changing all her clothes as well. Ah well! well this is end of first chapter.. Please post your comments.

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Hot affair with sexy Sister-in-Law - II

Previously: Hot affair with sexy Sister-in-Law - I

She looked at me for a long time, so long, that I began to get uncomfortable. She must have realized what I was getting at. We had had enough hints in the past. "What would it be," she finally replied, her voice dropping to a whisper that was barely audible, "that could be so, so difficult as to warrant these conditions?"

I gave a short, nervous laugh. "It's really nothing extraordinary, Radha. I mean it isn't beyond you. I am not going to ask for something that's impossible. Don't worry about that. You know me better than that." "That I do," she said. Then, after some time, she said, "Okay, you've got yourselves a deal. I completely understand the terms and conditions." That made us laugh and then, there was silence again.

"Well?" she prompted. "Would you," I began tentatively, "I-I mean would you... if you don't mind, er, I mean..." "Oh my God," she exclaimed. "Either you are asking something that you think is weird or you are still a kid at heart. I mean, I remember stuttering like that when I used to ask for the chocolates from Mum when I was a little girl!"

It was like that, I thought. Like asking chocolates, only, it wasn't chocolates and it wasn't mom. "You won't get pissed off?" I insisted again. "Well! No. Not at all - now come on and get it out of you." ", I mean you are going to change that...that er, I mean that b-bra, aren't you?" She was puzzled and also a bit embarrassed. "Yes. Isn't that the purpose of this whole exercise? And isn't that the main reason I promised to that I would have to thank you back?"

"Well...okay, I mean, could you let me, er, help you to take it off and put on the other one?" I blurted. There. I had finally said it, and I felt hot under the collar. I had either blown up our relationship, or I had hit pay dirt. She fumbled with her hands, looking down at them, blushing. She brought one hand up to adjust her sari over her chest and stole a glance at me. "B-but why that?" she queried.

I couldn't possibly tell her that it would be a very erotic situation and maybe it would help her get as horny as I was getting and that it could eventually help break down the barrier between fantasy and reality. "Whew," I breathed. "I was expecting a slap!" She giggled nervously. "Is that what you really want to do? I – I mean its most unusual." That it was, I guess.

"I mean, pardon me if I am getting too personal, is that what you like to do with your wife? Or is it a fantasy?" I laughed. "No, no. I've never done that either to my wife or to any another woman. I well, I just thought, considering the circumstances, that would be a proper quid pro..." She laughed, cutting me off mid-sentence. "You think I'm a weirdo?" I asked.

She stopped laughing and I could feel her eyes on me. "No, not at all. Though, I could say that it's pretty devious!" She said it lightly and I didn't press it. There was silence again. "Well, that's one return of the first thank you." My heart began to hammer and the response between my legs wasn't too far behind either.

"Gee," I muttered, trying to imitate a kid's excitement. "You mean you would let me do that?" "Depends on the other returnable thank you," she said. "I'll let you know about it in good time, okay?" I said, somewhat confidently, now that the ice had been broken. She looked away from me and out of the window. There were hardly any streetlights outside and it was pretty dark.

"Hey look," I said, "if this makes you either angry or uncomfortable, lets just drop it, okay?" "I brought up the subject of returning the 'thank you' didn't I?" she murmured, still looking out. I managed a laugh, afraid that she may back out. "And," she continued in the same tone, "you aren't asking me something that is impossible to give."

"Well," I said, "think about it. As I said, this is just between you and me. No misunderstandings, right?" She looked at me dubiously, the flush still there on her face. I was too excited, so much so, I couldn't decide whether to peek at her heaving chest or at her pretty face. I fervently hoped that she too was just as exited as I was. By the look on her face and the increased heaving of her large breast, I concluded that she was.

The rest of the drive was made in utter silence. I don't know what she was thinking about, but all I could see in my mind were her bare breasts...When I finally drove into the parking area of the building, she whispered, "Okay, May. I guess its okay." I tried to appear casual as I locked up the car. But I could feel that sudden tingly feeling I usually got when I am aroused.

"That's good of you," I said as we got into the elevator. I was aware of her closeness and I could smell those sweet smells emanating from her. Her hands were trembling when she unlocked the door to the apartment. So, I thought, she's pretty much in the same condition as I was. She laughed, a high, nervous laugh, when she couldn't insert the key in the slot. On the third attempt, she finally slid the key in and unlocked the door.

I followed her inside and when she flipped the lights on, I locked the door behind me. She glanced at me when I did that, blushing, that strange look back in her eyes. She hung the key on the holder while I pocketed the car keys. She stood there for a while and then, hesitantly turned around, walking inside. "My clothes are in the bedroom."

I followed her to the bedroom where she flipped on a table lamp, which admitted a dim light at one corner just by the side of the mirrored dressing table. I had been to this room several times, though, not alone only with her in the apartment. There always was Dilip, or their daughter or my in-laws present.

There was a large double bed in the center with the usual side tables at the bedstead. Bolted to the wall above the head stead was a powder-coated grill encompassing the entire width of the bed. The large wardrobe lined one side of the wall. The other wall opened into a balcony through French doors. The other corner had a door that lead into the bathroom.

Trying to be as nonchalant as I could, I lowered myself on the edge of the bed and watched her walk over rather unsteadily to the wardrobe. She opened the one in the centre, revealing various separate compartments. One was filled up with her dresses that she wore when with the family, all lined neatly, hanging from blue plastic hangers.

By its side, I could see quite a lot of saris, neatly folded and kept on top of each other in two columns. Just above them were the various blouses and tops. There was another compartment for her gowns and housedresses and directly above it was the one reserved for her undergarments. "I – I will have to check for the closest matching one," she croaked and then cleared her throat.

I glanced at my watch. Twenty minutes since we had left the hotel, so I said, "Take your time. We are running on schedule. And since I have already told Akshay that I would pick him up, he will wait, even if it's late." I bit my tongue when I said the last part about being late. Why should we be late? It sounded ominous; as if this little thing between us was going to take us a lot of time.

After all, on the surface, we had agreed that I should change her bra and nothing else, so there was no point in us taking any additional time. "Oh, I-I am s-sure w-we won't be late," she stammered, drawing out a pair of pink bra from the closet. She laughed nervously, "I mean, why should it be late?" "I-I didn't mean it that way," I replied rather lamely.

"Does this match?" she handed over to me the bra, which I took in my trembling hands. It was as flimsy as the one she was wearing, but it was perfect as far the matching part of it was concerned. "Swell," I replied huskily. The bra had laces all around it and naturally there was no wire rope underneath. Her breasts did not need any support; neither did they need to be pushed up.

She made her way slowly to stand in front of the mirror that was pretty close to the bed where I was seated and reached behind her to unbutton her blouse after pulling her hair to one side of her shoulders. "No, not that part," I said getting off the bed. She froze, looking questioningly at me in the mirror.

I grinned. "That's my job as well, right? I want to change the bra, which was the understanding. And that includes removing the blouse as well." She blushed, averting her eyes away from mine and I took the two steps so that I was standing about a couple of feet behind her. The border of the sari had fallen away from her shoulder lying atop her hair and tied as it was at the waist, the end dropped to the floor.

There is no sight more erotic than the back of a woman, her sari uncovered from the top but concealing completely what lay beneath the waist, the tiny patch of blouse revealing the midriff and the top (or rather) the back of her neck and the glimpse of the bra under the blouse. Her waist was narrow in stark contrast to the width above and under it. Her skin was creamy and looked real soft.

I hesitated, wondering whether I really wanted to go through this. If my wife, or her husband found out, there would be hell to pay. But having fantasized about her for so many years and lusted for her, I dismissed all such thoughts away from my mind and reached out for the row of the tiny buttons that held her blouse together.

My hands shook when I tried to get the top button off. The blouse was quite tight as evidenced by the way that the front of her amazing chest pushed and strained outwards. She hunched her shoulders, pulled them together and whispered, "You will have to pull the blouse together to get those buttons off."

That meant I had to shove my hands, except the thumbs, inside the blouse from the top. When I did that, I felt her shudder at the first contact of the back of my hand on her bare skin. Her skin was slightly moist, but very, very smooth. I pulled the blouse together and pulled out the first button with my thumbs. My hands started to lower as I succeeded in getting off one button after the other till the blouse lay open.

"I guess you will have to push your hands in front of you so that the blouse will come off," I said, aware that my voice was hushed and off key. She was still looking down at the floor when she extended her hands in front of her to allow me to slide the blouse over her hands. The damaged cup fell off her breast and the strap slipped off her shoulder to reveal the entire flesh.

If I were to just rub my hips together, I am sure I would have ejaculated. I was aroused now, beyond the point of return. Her breast was big: very big. Perfectly shaped, no sag, creamy and looking soft, she had big areola and the big nipple was, I assumed, erect. She would have had to be frigid if she weren't aroused by now. The entire situation and what was happening now was very erotic and sensual.

Though one cup and one strap of the bra were not in place, the rest of the bra still clung to her other breast. I unhooked the bra, and this time my hands weren't shaking; rather, I was desperate to get the bra out and gaze at her awesome breasts. She still held her hands extended in front of her and that pushed her breasts together, emphasizing the cleavage.

My mind suddenly went back to a discussion that Dilip and I had more than a decade ago in the balcony of their old apartment. We had a few beers, Radha was staying with her parents and our discussions were mainly about our sex lives. He had told me how enthusiastic and eager she was for sex. "I'm telling you, man, there was this time when I was working at my desk late at night and she was sleeping on the bed, the blanket drawn right up to her chin.

About an hour after I had started my work, she must have got impatient, because she just called out my name softly. I turned in my chair to look at her and what do you know? In one fluid movement she jerked the blanket completely off her body and oh god, she was stark naked! End of work!"

He had regaled me with other instances as well. I was holding back a bit about me because after all, my wife was his sister and it looked extremely out of place for me to relate to him my adventures or anecdotes with my wife. Though, I did tell him (after he had asked me) that yes, my wife does go down on me but I have never ejaculated in her mouth or any other part of her body except maybe her belly sometimes.

"You are missing a lot, pal," he had laughed. "Radha? Oh man, she loves to get plastered if you know what I mean. I was amazed when she worked out one position that I had never known to exist. She had me straddle her belly, or rather crouch over her. She asked me to lay my boner between her tits and then, trapping them there, she tells me to go on and pump.

Shit, man, that was great. As a matter of fact, even to date it still is. And when I pumped forward to send my dick surging up between her tits, she would take my glans in her mouth! When I couldn't hold back any longer, she urged me on, refusing to let go till I creamed – into her mouth, between her tits and partly on her face! Shit, that really is great! You should try that with your wife sometime."

It was new to me as well and yes, I did take his advice and as a result, up to this day, it remains one of my favorite positions. Only, I still don't come in my wife's mouth or on her breasts. But when Dilip had spoken to me about this, we had been a lot younger than we were today. In fact, that was the only time we had spoken in such graphic detail about our sex life.

However, what he had told me had remained fixed in my mind and perhaps that was when Radha had started appearing in my fantasies. I always visualized my penis sandwiched between her fabulous breasts when I would ejaculate and breasts took a totally different meaning all together. Because from that day on, the first thing that I began to notice in women that I met (or passed by in the streets) were breasts!

And here I was, barely a couple of feet away from her and her naked breasts totally exposed. My eyes were glued at their reflection in the mirror. She was still facing it and I was still standing behind her. Finally, she shook her hands to allow the blouse and the bra to slide down to the floor.

"I reckon you will now put on that bra," she said in a small, hoarse voice. Her eyes drifted up and settled onto mine and we looked at each other for a long time. "The bra," she reminded me again. Dumbly, my eyes still holding hers, I reached out blindly behind me and picked up the bra from the bed. "Do you know how it is to be worn?" she asked attempting a gay laugh that didn't quite come off.

"There's always a first time, I suppose," I replied. "I guess men know how a bra is to be taken off, not how it is worn," she whispered. "Let me try," I answered, unconvincingly. I really did not want to proceed to the next step of covering her breasts back inside the bra. She stretched her hands in front of her and I slid the bra over them. Her eyes locked on mine again as I pulled the bra up till the cups covered her breasts.

I pulled the back of the bra together to try to slide the first hook in place and realized that her breasts were still not completely enveloped by the cups. I had often watched my wife heft her breasts into the cups before reaching behind to fasten the bra and I knew that I would have to do the same thing here. "Okay, here goes," I whispered and slid my hands around her, reaching for her breasts.

When my palms cupped the naked flesh, a kind of an electric-like shock shot through me. God, they were so soft and pliable and firm and large! I could even feel her pointed nipples as if they wanted to drill holes in the centre of my palms. I tore my eyes away from hers and felt her body going rigid, and then she shivered. She kind of collapsed against me, the back of her head cradling on my chest.

Her face was turned sideways, tilted up to me, her lips looked swollen and they were parted and the breath was coming out real fast. There was a smoldering look in her eyes, like they were on fire and her lips quivered. I felt her breath on my face and it wasn't just warm, it was positively hot. Our faces were separated by barely a couple of inches or so.

Very slowly, very gently, afraid that she might notice, I increased the pressure of my hands on her breasts. She did not make any effort whatsoever to stop me; in fact, she made no movements at all: she simply stared at me with that look in her eyes, the weight of her entire body against mine. And then I watched her tongue creep out of her half-open mouth and sweep over her lips.

At this point, I bent down slightly, my heart still hammering wildly, my mind still uncertain and confused, and then slowly brushed my lips against hers. She stifled a moan; her hands rose upwards and then bending back, they wrapped around my neck. I felt the surprising strength in them as she pulled my head closer to her, my lips fusing to hers.

Her mouth was open, warm and inviting and I did not hesitate to probe it with my tongue. She closed her eyes; I kept mine open, watching her while I explored her mouth with my tongue: the roof, the sharp teeth and her gums and finally, sweeping over her tongue.

Our tongues dueled with each other within the confines of her hot mouth and she successfully managed to bend my tongue backward and thrust hers into my mouth. By this time, I was fondling and kneading her ripe breasts, awed buy their size and shape, their softness and their malleability. I felt her nipples graze repeatedly against the skin of my palms.

Continuing the kiss and the breast play, I stepped forward and pushed the front of my body against the back of hers and I heard a sharp intake of her breath when I ground my erection against her buttocks. I still don't know why I did not ejaculate immediately. I mean the conditions were ideal. I was charged up.

She had been my favorite fantasy and god knows how many times I have masturbated with her in my mind. All those make-up fantasy stories involving her ran through my mind even as I handled the reality that was happening now. In the beginning, I would come just pretending that we were kissing in exactly the same way as we were indeed kissing now.

Then, I jacked up the fantasy stories a bit that included us undressing each other, progressing to the point where we were ultimately in a sixty-nine, each bent into the other's groin paying obeisance till the point of complete satisfaction. Understand here, that I don't particularly think that having sex with your sister-in-law is incest (though in this case, if it were to be so considered, to hell with it).

After all, she belongs to a different family and is in no way connected to your family, by blood or by flesh. She's some one married to your brother or to your wife's brother. In fact, there are so many places in India, where the elder brother has a moral right to have sex with the wife of his younger brother.

But now was the truth, the reality. This was for real. I was finally with the woman who had haunted me in all those lusty and wild dreams that probably every man in the world, married or not, old or young, always have. I would either have to be made of stone, uncaring as a Buddha or gay not to have responded the way that I was doing now. I wanted to do a thousand different things to her and wanted her to do a thousand different things to me.

pushed her left breast towards her right, trying to knead both with my left palm, primarily to free my right hand to let it slide down over her glossy waist, going further down, down... She moaned again when I began to bunch the sari up her legs, till I had it around her hips and finally easing the yards and yards of material along with the petticoat over her waist.

She pulled me closer and whimpered when I began to caress the insides of her thighs, sliding my fingers and my palm over her knees and the rest of her legs, inching up, up till I was caressing her panties.

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Hot affair with sexy Sister-in-Law - I

Hello friends, this is first story I am publishing on HD, I know it is bit long story but I hope you will like it at end of it..Where the hell is the party boy?" Suri asked, already in stratosphere and still swigging away the whisky. I smiled at him. "Dilip's gone to fetch Ron." "Well, that's cute. Why couldn't Ron make it on his own? He gotta problem with the place or what?"

"Well, Suri, Ron's one of Dilip's best pals and he don't know the city that well. He just flew in today." I excused myself and walked quickly to the wet bar. Dilip had left barely a couple of minutes ago and already the crowd was missing him. And why not? It was, after all, his party. Today was the silver jubilee of his firm.

He had begun Ess Associates exactly twenty-five years ago when he had been about 24 years old. Armed with a diploma and a couple of years of experience with a large architectural firm, he began his operations in a dinghy ten by fifteen office across a small lane that branched half a mile off the Main Street. There was a beat up old table, three chairs, a telephone and a drafting board. He shared a common bathroom with the offices on his floor.

He'd come a long way from there. He now had a swanky office with all the bells and the whistles and half a dozen staff working under him. I grabbed a beer and plunked back against the bar, sipping the chilled liquid and surveying the crowd. I wondered for the thousandth time why architects and those connected with any form of art often sprout beards and / or act so whimsically.

Dilip himself had a beard, wore trousers that seemed to be bought in a flea market and slippers that looked like he had found abandoned in some alleyway. Most of the crowd I saw that day were similar though of course, the women had their own way of expressing their eccentricities. On women architects (and there were quite a few of them) I found a generous proportion of them with piercing.

Shit! Apart from those piercing in the ears, and perhaps on the side of the nose, I abhor piercing on any other part of the body. One lady was wearing something that looked like a cross between a bathrobe and a skirt. Another was in a wrap- around sari, while yet another wore tight pants that perhaps were made by stitching together a number of doormats.

Seated directly ahead of me in a group of about half a dozen weirdoes was Radha, and as it happened every time I looked at her, my heart skipped. (Something else skipped to, and I leave it to your imagination to know what did). Dilip was 49 and Radha, 36. And as the years rolled on, the difference in their ages was getting (and looking) more pronounced.

It was difficult to believe that Radha was a mother of a 14-year old daughter, but to look at her husband, one would think that the 14-year old kid was his granddaughter. Too often, one got the impression that Radha was his daughter, not his wife. Tongues started wagging and he was getting used to the sniggers behind his back.

This had affected him psychologically and so she had given up the contacts and taken up wearing huge, and somewhat dowdy-looking glasses and saris (whenever they went out, though today the contacts were in and the glasses were out, perhaps on Dilip's instructions, as this get together meant a lot to him and maybe he wanted her to look young just for this day, at least)

– this get-up gave her a more mature look, but comments made by those within the family – gosh, you look so young - (as a compliment to her) hadn't helped repair Dilip's psyche. It wasn't that she was petite; on the contrary, she was a big woman. At five seven, she was just about a couple of inches shorter than him and the hundred and twenty-five pounds she weighed was exquisitely proportioned,

and this big-boned body of hers, supposedly draped up to look a lot older than she really was, didn't quite work, because, in contrast her face was soft with large, dark flashing eyes, well-defined lashes and eyebrows and the well maintained thick, dark, long luxurious hair falling in gentle waves to her waist.

Add to that her creamy skin and her full soft mouth and you could well toss out the theory that clothes could make one look older than one really is. She had mile-long legs and I have seen them on many occasions when she wore those gowns and robes at home. (Oftentimes, she also wore knee length skirts).

In her saris, especially those that weren't meant to be draped tightly, you couldn't see those great knees and strong thighs that went up to her rounded buttocks. The sudden dip at her tiny waist (tiny by her otherwise big standards) had once made my teenaged daughter blurt out that she had a great figure.

Great, hell, her figure was every man's dream and I am human. And what really got to me were those amazing breasts that she could only hide by draping the border of her sari across them. I have seen her with that border tipping away from her shoulders. I am amazed that my heart has survived all those mild heart attacks whenever I have seen those blouse-encased breasts, straining out of the flimsy material.

Even in the most orthodox-looking saris, she almost always wore low-neck blouses that revealed lots of cleavage whenever, by chance, the border of the sari fell down her shoulders. When she bent down, like to pick up something from off the floor, those huge breasts strained against her front, which made me wonder why they didn't rip off the blouse and tumble out.

She looked my way, gave me a small smile and a quick wink, rolling her eyes in mock despair and gently shrugging her shoulders, indicating the weirdoes bunched around her. I grinned back, lighting a cigarette. We were pretty close to each other and why not? Her husband was my wife's brother.

She was my sister-in-law. And though I was a year younger than her husband, I had no such psychological hang-ups like Dilip. If my petite wife, all of 45 years old looked a decade younger, I too looked like I was in my late thirties and my spirit complimented the looks. There were a lot of times that I thought she knew I fantasized about her but we kept the charade by limiting ourselves to mild flirting, and equally flirtatious messages on the cell phones.

It was during this time that I noticed what eventually led up to our breaking the ice. She was wearing a flimsy pink sari with matching blouse. She had draped the border over one shoulder and not across her chest and even if she had, the material was flimsy enough to reveal the outlines of her lacy bra.

My eyes almost popped out when I noticed that one strap of the bra had come off and even from this distance I could notice the goof up. For a moment, I thought of walking up to the group and quietly inform Radha about the particular predicament, but hell, that would have been very embarrassing for her.

I looked back and spied upon the room at the back of the hotel that Dilip had hired for the party to store the paraphernalia required to throw such a party at this big a scale. I knew that she had the key to the room and this gave me the idea. I whipped out my cell phone and scrolled to 'Write Messages'. I manipulated the touch buttons to write:

"Emergency! Embarrassing! Don't look my way but urgent u cum to room. Ur dress is not in order. Pretend nothing wrong & xcuse urself 2 cum here. Rpt urgent" I sent the message and watched her shuffling with her cell phone. Her eyes widened and despite my warning, she looked my way questioningly. I pointed slowly at my left shoulder.

Casually she ran a hand across her left shoulder and her eyes widened when she realized the goof up. She didn't get up immediately; I'll give that much for her, but a minute later, she excused herself and walked gracefully over to where I was standing. "Since when?" she asked me softly, standing in front of me.

"I just noticed," I told her conversationally, aware that a few eyes maybe diverted towards us. More specifically, towards her, because she was so elegant and gave that aura of statuesque personality. "What now?" she asked, her eyes pleading and frantic. "Use that room. I presume you have the key. Immediate repair is called for. The party's hardly started." She smiled gratefully and walked to the room.

I had been hardly able to keep my eyes away from her heaving chest when she had stood in front of me. The left strap of her bra had parted from the cup and the cup had slid down considerably. Through the flimsy, almost transparent blouse, I could see the top of her near naked breast.

She disappeared into the room and I could hear the bolt shooting in the dead lock. I continued to sip my drink and smoke my cigarette, aware that I had a slight bulge between my legs that made standing uncomfortable. After perhaps five minutes and another cigarette, I heard the bolt sliding back and she whispered, "May!"

I glanced at her. She was peering through the crack of the door, the dim light behind her illuminating her thick mane of hair. "What's it?" I whispered back. "Need your help!" I straightened up flicking the cigarette to the floor and stepping on the butt, casually glancing around the garden where the crowd was busy, engrossed in their gossip and drinks.

I wondered why she hadn't asked me to locate her best pal, Mina, who had already arrived with her husband. Then I realized that Mina and her husband were playing the temporary hosts. Slowly, so as not to be noticed, I slid into the stuffed room. It was full of plates, glasses, bottles, folding chairs and tables, casseroles and what have you.

She had closed the large window and drawn the drapes. A naked low-wattage bulb hung in the center of the ceiling, providing very little illumination. There was also a dressing table with a narrow, but tall mirror pushed up in one corner. "What's wrong?" I asked as she bolted the door behind her after I entered. "The goddamned thing's snapped," she told me as I swung around to face her.

The border of the sari was off, bunched around her waist, her blouse unbuttoned and she was clutching the bra to her chest. She was wearing a tight, flimsy and lacy pink bra, perhaps to match the sari and the blouse. "What's snapped?" I muttered, trying to look away. "The place where the strap holds the cup," she explained, her eyes averted from mine and watching the damage instead.

I looked at it. Sure enough, the strap had sheared off the cup, which she was now holding against her breast. The strap hung loose off her shoulder. I shuffled in place, trying to hide my bulge. "So what do you suggest?" I asked plaintively. "I have a safety pin, but I can't manage to pin it up with one hand."

She was blushing now and I suddenly realized that her voice was no longer flirtatiously flippant as is the normal case, but had a definite edge of embarrassment in it. I also caught a hint of helpless intimacy in the voice, now that she had only me to help her out of her predicament. "Pin what up?" I said stupidly. "The strap to the cup. Temporary repairs. Just to see if it works."

Her voice was now definitely husky and her eyes fluttered beneath her lashes as she glanced at me and then abruptly back to the bra-cup that she held over her half naked breast. I understood her difficulty. She couldn't possibly hold both the cup and the strap together and pin them up with both her hands. The bra, as I later learned was a tight fit.

She extended her hand holding the pin towards me and I dumbly took it in my shaking hand. She was standing in front of the mirror and I had to bend down to bring the pin to the tattered bra. She held the cup and the strap together in her hands and had to thrust her chest forward to allow me access to be able to pin them up together.

Her breast was heaving and that meant that she was breathing heavily. So was I, painfully aware of my erection as I gazed at the top of her large breast, so tantalizingly close to me. I could smell the perfume that she had sprayed there, mixed with the unmistakable heavenly smell of woman.

I slid the pin through the material, making a conscious effort not to touch any part of her body. From the corner of my eye, I watched our reflection in the mirror. Her head was bent; she was apparently gazing at the sight of my hand fumbling with the pin. As I slid the pin into the slot, the back of my hand brushed the top of her breast and I felt her body stiffening in response.

"No way that blouse is going to conceal the pin," I managed to utter hoarsely. "L-let me see," she stammered as I straightened. She pulled the strap over her shoulder and bunched the blouse over her breast. She looked into the mirror when she reached behind to button her blouse.

Her eyes met mine in the mirror and she held the gaze as she buttoned up. With her hands behind her, her chest thrust up against the blouse, emphasizing the size and the shape. The border of the sari still lay down at her waist. Finally, she had buttoned up her blouse and she shifted her glance to the mirror.

I was right. Even though she let the border of the sari drape across her chest, the pin was clearly visible. She tried to shuffle the border towards the pin, but the garment was too flimsy and too transparent to hide the pin. Shuffling around like that gave me generous glimpses of her cleavage and I clamped my lips together to prevent the groan that was building up inside me.

"Guess it won't help, huh?" she finally asked me, striking a pose in front of me. I looked at her chest. I had to clear my throat before answering her. "No, Radha, I guess it won't help. I think you have got to change." She looked dubiously at her reflection in the mirror, still flushed and breathing heavily, and thrust her chest out again. That sent another spark through my groin.

Another thing happened. When she thrust her chest out, there was an audible 'plop' and the pin popped out. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed. "That does it. I can't possibly depend on this arrangement." She turned to look at me. There was a strange look in her eyes, which I detected as being a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

(Hopefully) Thank God for the dim light in the room! If there had been sufficient light, I'd bet she could have easily seen the prominent bulge inside my trousers between my legs. "What the hell do I do now?" she asked, desperation in her voice, her eyes drifting back to the mirror, her hand fingering the place where the pin had opened up. I could clearly see the gap between the cup and the strap.

"I suppose you will have to change it," I suggested. She considered this for some time. "You think so?" "Well, the party's not yet started and you can't go around like this." "The crowd's going to miss me if I have to get back to the apartment to change," she said. "Plus, what kind of plausible reason could I give?"

I thought about it for a while and suddenly came up with an idea. "Tell you what, Radha, I got an solution. I could ring up Akshay and tell him that I am going to pick him up. I know he doesn't have any transport and he was going to take a cab. I don't know where he exactly stays and you would accompany me to give the directions."

Akshay was a mutual friend and a budding architect. He was more my friend than Dilip's, but Dilip was his idol and that was the reason that he was sent the invitation for the party. She brightened up. "Yes, that could work. I'll tell Mina to handle the crowd in the meantime. You'd better let your wife know that you are going to pick up Akshay and would be back shortly.

Better still, you tell them while I make my way to your car. I don't want anybody to see this." I managed a hoarse laugh and so did she. I handed over the car keys to her, aware that my hand was still shaking. The situation and the sight didn't help my condition any and I wondered if she too was nervous.

"I'll call Akshay and ask him to wait for me. There's still another hour or so for the party to start, so we do have the time." "I don't know how to thank you. First, for bringing this to my notice and now for this," she said, and that strange look was back there in her eyes. "Oh, that's all right," I told her. "I really meant that. Two occasions you have helped me out."

I looked at her for a long time. "Perhaps you could thank me later on," I whispered. "Twice. But now it's time we make a move." She nodded and then, hesitantly patting my shoulders, she slowly opened the door and slipped away. It took some time for me to compose myself. God, but it was difficult for me to do that.

I had to struggle with my mind to will my erection to go down before I slipped away to inform Mina about the arrangement. Mina called up Dilip and after speaking to him for a while, informed me that he was still to reach Ron's place as he was caught up in the downtown traffic jam. I knew that Ron's place was at least an hour's drive from this hotel.

I cornered my wife, who was chatting away with a group of women. "Hey hon, I'm on my way to get Akki. I'll be back in a while, okay?" She hardly paid attention and just nodded. I got into my car – she had unlocked it and was sitting in the passenger's seat, the border of her sari wrapped around her ample chest. I glanced at her when I called up Akshay to tell him to wait for me. He was about to call for a cab.

"Something important has come up, pal," I told him, grinning nervously at Radha, who smiled back, equally nervous, that strange look in her eyes. "I've got some real important work and I would be around your place. Just wait for me so that I can pick you up, okay." He was glad. "Gosh pal, that's neat. The hotel's more than an hour away from here and it gets terribly boring to be alone in a goddamned cab."

I fired the engine and slid the car out of the parking zone, hanging a U turn to get onto the main street. We were silent for some time and listened to the gentle noise of the air conditioner humming softly. Finally, she broke the silence. "God, May, I really, really don't know what I could have done without you. I just don't know how I could thank you for all this."

May was short for "Mayur", my name, and though I was sick of this abbreviated form, I was nevertheless stuck with it. I laughed, and trying to sound nonchalant, I said, "That's the second time you said that, Radha. And yeah, you have got to thank me back two times." "With the situation I was in, maybe thanking you back a hundred times wouldn't be sufficient.

I could have made a complete idiot of myself and boy, Dilip would have flipped his lid." Suddenly, I realized that what she meant was that we were going to hide this from her husband and that made us look like a pair of co-conspirators. I kept glancing at her and yes, she was definitely breathing hard. I could tell it by the way her chest heaved and the way her tongue kept flicking over her full lips.

Was this the day that our light flirtatious banter going to finally give way to something more serious? Even as I thought about it, my erection began to poke against my trousers. My mind kept going back to the sight of her half naked glorious breast. Large, firm and soft, they had succeeded in arousing the beast inside me.

I always had the hots for this lady. I had forgotten how many times I had fantasized about her while I lay in bed, masturbating. My mind had considered various scenarios whenever I did fantasize, but surely, this scenario, coming as it did so unexpectedly, took the cake. I cleared my throat, deciding to go for the kill.

I wasn't probably going to get a better chance than the one I had now to turn my fantasy into reality. Keeping my voice light and flippant, I said, "Maybe you could thank me today itself. You said you owed me!" She glanced at me. "Anything, May. You name it you got it. Anything. You saved me from a veritably potential disaster."

I stole a glance at her, slowly dropping the speed so that we could get some extra time squeezed in before we could reach her apartment "Well, are you really sure about the 'anything' part?" "Just try me," she replied defiantly. "Okay," I shrugged and cleared my throat again.

"But before I tell you how you could pay me back, twice remember, I want you to understand that you can back out anytime you want and there would be no hard feelings. Besides," I rushed on before she could interrupt, "this remains between us irrespective of whether you could thank me back or not. I just don't want to be misunderstood."

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Kolkata guy fucking sweet bhabhi

Hi, everyone. I am very simple person from the city of joy. I am here to share my true experience few years back with my sexy bhabhi. She was 24 years old with 35/25/34. I am 18 years old 6 feet height, 44 inch chest and 7.5 inch thin cock. The stories start when she was married with my elder brother, who works abroad from last five years.

After married he stays only 60 days with and left for his job. Now we are only three in my house. Me, My mom, and she. My mom lost her one leg in a car accident, so she always stay in her room.Life is going normal, I am busy in study and exam. she use to cook food and serve us and talk very rear. As she is upset for bro and even cry in night.

She love my bro very much and she miss him. After few month I come to know that she is pregnant.  I am surprise with the news and worried about her. I am the only person to take care her in absent of bro. I start taking care of her and start spending time with her. Within one week we become a good friend. We discussed in many common tropic and exchange our thought.

We are common in many tropics. Day is passing very fast and she had a football in her tummy. I had to take care for her as I was interacted from my bro. I am try my best to take care about her and she is very happy from me. Suddenly in morning my mom come to me and said your bhabhi got high fever and can’t move from bed. I ran to her room and found her burning in fever.

I called doctor but Dr is busy in some importance work and asked me to come in his place. I have to take her to DR. So take her in my arm and run to DR. She is holding me very tight to avoid fall down. As she is pregnant her milky boobs are touching my chest. I am feeling so uncomfortable with this feeling but my target to reach DR as soon as possible.

DR cheeks her and advises me to bring some injection, which I do within few second. As Dr is preparing injection, she starts crying and holds my hand. I asked her just relax. It is not so painful. She told I am not foul, She had taken injection few days back in hospital. I asked her I am with you. Dr asked me to hold her.

Due to afraid she hugs me and asking to take her home; Dr pausing injection and she was pausing her big boobs to me. By now my cook is 7`` inch iron rod. I take her back to home and give her all her medicines. Full day I am in home and taking care of her. Due to medicines fever come down and she is sleeping.

She is comfortable now but I am feeling uncomfortable from today indecent. I am feeling her body heat and smell in my body. I went to bathroom and during masturbation I visualize her naked with big milky boobs and myself fucking her. After relaxing I come out to see her. She was awake and she takes my hand and kisses it.

She is very great full to me the way I am taking care of her and her coming baby. I reply it is my duty to take care in absent of bro. She becomes closer from that day. Her nice round butt use to raise my dick in seconds and I was crazy about her milky boobs but I do not dare to express my feeling to her. She may complain to mom or bro if I misbehave with her.

But I am able build good friend between us.Day pass like water flow in river and we very happy till that night when got delivery pain start. I take her to hospital with my mom.I am worried about her.After ½ hours pain, she give birth to her first son. We all are happy and relax. I inform bro that he is father now. I visit her twice daily in hospital.

I am very upset without her. Finally she came back to home after 5days. We are very happy that everything is ok. But she start crying. I asked her what wrong with her, she reply that she lost her parent in her childhood  and her husband(my Bro)is out of India, I am the only person in this world how taking care of her. I say just shut up and stop crying, we are a family and she is not outside.

She hugs me and say thank you. We start celebration for our new family member, who is only 5 days old;He is so cute and soft.I told bhabhi I should thank to her such beautiful gift. As I am younger in home, I did not see any new born baby in my home.I am very happy with baby. Bhabhi start breast feeding to her baby and starting wearing nighty.

I am enjoying big lemon inside her nighty without any bra. while feeding she just turn around and open her lemon to baby. she feed every two hours. One morning I went to her room to see the baby. I found bhabhi is sleeping with her one lemon in open air. It is pure white with black nipple.My eyes are open to see her in this condition.

I stay for few second and Very slowly I came closer to her and touch her boobs with one finger. She did not response. I am sure now that she sleep deep. I press her boobs slowly it is so soft and take her nipple in my mouth. I start sucking it. Within a minutes I left her and move back. She is still sleeping. I went to bathroom to relax myself. This is first time in my life I have touch any boobs.

The days was normal as nothing happen. But I cant sleep in night, I am just thing of her in naked body, her round butt, boobs and pussy. At 2 clock I went to her room and found she sleep in red nighty, normally. Her leg are open till knee, I just pull her nighty to see her pussy. It is pink and clean shave. I start rubbing my dick. I again press her boobs over nighty and left the room.

I want to see her boobs again so I went twice in night but bed luck I cant see. Next night I did the same thing; but cant see her boobs. I am out of control and unbutton her nighty and start pressing her boobs hard. She woke up and saw me. She stop me and asked what are r doing? I said I am very sorry bhabhi but I love your big lemons.

She said this wrong you should go to room now. I request her please and start kissing her rosy lips. She is not responding to me and I grap her both lemon with my both hand very hard. She is hot by now. I start kissing her ear,nick and put my tough in her mouth. We both are wet now and breathing heavy. I stop her and open her nighty and went to her pussy.

I kiss her pussy and start linking it like a ice cream. She is moaning n screaming loudly.My red hot rod is ready to fuck her. but she stand up and said sorry this is not possible. Before I say anything to her, she took my cook in her month and start linking like a lolly pop. she take hole cook in her mouth and start stocking. I said I am coming, she did not reply and busy in her job.

I cum in her mouth which she eat. I am relax now. this is my experiences with my bhabhi, please wait for my next submission.Awaiting for urs valuable comments.

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Shrinandan fucking hot saali Sangeetha

Hii all, this is Shrinandan from Bangalore. I have been a regular reader of Human Digest for the past 3 years or so and I have read many a wonderful sexperiences and was wondering if I would ever post one of mine, and here it is.

I am a happily married man with one girl child who is 2 years of age and I have a really beautiful wife who is caring and we love each other. We have been married for the last 8 years. Since my wife conceived 3 years back in May 2006, I have not had sex with my wife nor with any other woman till I happened to have it with my sister-in-law (who is my wife’s cousin) who is called Sangeetha.

She is married and has a son, but unfortunately, her husband ditched her 4 years ago. She lives with her parents and her younger brother who is now married. Let me first describe Sangeetha. She is 27 years old, well built, fair complexioned, and her height is 5 feet 5 inches tall. Actually, she is much more beautiful than my wife who is equally beautiful except for the fact that she is obese and shorter than her sister..Sangeetha has long hair which I like.

A couple of months ago, sometime in September of 2008, when Sangeetha’s brother was getting married, she had come down to invite us for the marriage with her parents and that day, she was wearing a white saree with some flower designs on it in and a matching blouse to go with the saree in which she looked gorgeous. In fact, I had a hard-on when I saw her in a saree.

Her youthfulness was much more highlighted in her saree. After the invitation, as they were leaving, I was carrying my daughter, who was 1-year-old at that time and was seeing off the guests. As they left, Sangeetha came up to my daughter, of whom she was very fond of and even my daughter was fond of her, and started to kiss her on her cheeks.

As she came to me, she pressed her soft breasts into my hand and started kissing my daughter and talking to her. I had a difficult time controlling myself from giving her boobs a nice squeeze. The cuddling and fondling of my daughter by Sangeetha went on for about 5 minutes and all along, her soft boobs were pressed against my hand and I could not do anything about it, as I was carrying my child.

On the day of her brother’s wedding, the same thing happened again. This time, she was in a golden colored silk saree with zari work on it all along the pallu and a matching golden colored blouse. As she was going round the marriage hall, inadvertently, my eyes followed her, filling her beauty in my eyes to my hearts content and then, after going back home, I shagged myself and I came twice, but I just could not erase Sangeetha from my mind.

A couple of days after her brother’s marriage, I and my wife were asked to go their house ( her parent’s house as she was staying with them) as they had gone out of station on some work and her brother and sister-in-law were on their honeymoon trip to Switzerland.

We were asked to stay there for a week and as it happened to be nearer to my office which was in Koramangala, I too agreed to stay there along with my wife and daughter to accompany Sangeetha and her son.

The first day was uneventful and we had a good time enjoying the pranks of both the children and ate whatever we wanted. ( of course veggie as we are strictly pure veggies except for an occasional egg). In fact, Sangeetha is a very good cook of North Indian dishes and my wife cooks South Indian dishes very well. So, it was a combination of both.

The second day night, as usual after I returned from my work ( I was in the second shift which is from 2 pm to 10 pm), Sangeetha was waiting for me to serve me dinner and after serving me, she went to her room to sleep which was in the ground floor. I went to the first floor where my wife and daughter were sleeping and I just laid on the bed provided to me and tried to get some sleep.

After some tossing and turning around, I could not sleep and I thought I will go down and have some water. As I went down, I had to pass Sangeetha’s bedroom and I felt I heard some faint sound coming from her room. I thought I will first have a sip of water and then come back and look at it and as I came back from the kitchen, I stood outside of Sangeetha’s bedroom and tried to figure out what was it.

I could not make out a thing as the sound was very faint and I slowly opened the door of the room and tried to get used to the darkness in her room as the bedlight was not turned on. There, on the bed, Sangeetha was tossing and twisting, as if writhing in pain and it was her moaning that was the sound that I heard. I went up to her bed and called out “Sangeetha, what is happening?”

There was no reply and I moved a little further closer and sat on the bed and again called her out. As I touched her and stroked her head, she gave a violent jerk of her hips and started shuddering and shaking. Then I knew what was happening to her. My hands without my knowledge went down to my boxer shorts to stroke my hard on.

All this while, her son was in a deep sleep beside her and he was not seemed to be disturbed by her moaning. I bent down and kissed her forehead and the top of her head and I held her face with both my hands and started kissing her eyes, her cheek and then I kissed her lips. Now, she got up all of a sudden from her bed and pressed me close to her and kissed me back more passionately.

Now, I thought I have a real chance to have sex with a beautiful girl who has not had sex for a long time and that I had not had sex for almost 2 years now, started kissing her and my tongue sought out her tongue and I hugged her to my heart and crushed her soft boobs to my chest.

We kissed each other for about 5 minutes and then my hands moved all along her back and moved over to the front and held her soft boobs on top of her nightie and a thin bra that she was wearing. She gasped for breath as I did that and I pushed her back on the bed and started kissing the rest of her body on top of her clothes till the tip of her toes and on the way back up, moving her clothes up her knees and kissed her up to her thighs.

She started shaking and moaning and pulled my head closer to her body and shoved it towards her hidden treasure. I continued to kiss her all along her body up to her lips and kissed her on her lips again. Now, she was real horny by this time and she started to run her hands all along her body and squeezed her breasts on top of her nightie and pulled me towards her and gave me a bear-like hug.

I made her stand up and very slowly undressed her all the while kissing her lips. As her nightie fell to the floor, she pushed me back and she herself removed her bra and my God, her breasts were the best I had ever seen (my wife’s breasts sag quite a bit) and here, the most beautiful breasts with the tits hard and ready demanding to be attended to.

I bent down and cupped her breasts and kissed them one after the other. She pressed my head to her breasts and shoved her breasts towards my face as if she wanted me to devour them in one go. I ran my hands all along her upper body and cupped her breasts and without any hint, I mouthed her right njpple and she gave a loud moan as my lips surrounded her nipple.

I sucked hard at them as if my very life depended on it while the left breast was given attention with my fingers twitching her nipple and giving it a little squeeze. She gave out a loud moan and I was wondering if her moaning would awaken her son who was sleeping, but it appeared that he was in a very deep sleep and nothing would disturb his sleep.

Encouraged by this, I started sucking at her nipples and nibbled at her titties and gave her breasts a nice squeeze. How they longed to be squeezed!!!!. I started to kiss her once again all over her body beginning from her forehead. I kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her nose, her ear lobes and nibbled at her ear lobes and she seemed to enjoy it.

I kissed her neck and when I came to her juicy lips, she was quivering with excitement and I kissed her on her lips and bit her gently on her lower lip and sought out her tongue and we kissed each other once again for atleast 5 minutes. After that, I came down to her neckline and kissed her neck, her Grand Canyon between her breasts, and as I came down,

I kissed her tummy which was flat and her belly button which was at least an inch and half deep and went down to her thighs. I drew imaginary circles on her soft thighs with the tip of my fingers and she clenched her thighs tight unable to control her desire.

I slowly hooked my right forefinger on to her panty and pulled down her panty which was wet all over with her hot juices of love as she was completely soaked and her pussy was shining in the dim moonlight that entered her room. Her pussy was neatly shaved and her skin there was real baby soft and as I kissed her there, she threw her head back and gave out a real loud AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I bent down to the task of clearing up the place with my tongue and first, I kissed her all over her pubic area and then kissed on and around her vulva and slowly but steadily started licking her vagina. I gradually licked her from her anal canal upto her pussy and Sangeetha had a difficult time controlling herself and her moans increased and her thighs held me in a vice-like grip,

nowhere to go not allowing me to even lift up my head to breath as I was finding it difficult to breath because of her vice-like grip. She buckled her hips up towards my face and shoved her clit into my mouth urging me to eat more of her. As I pushed up my tongue into her hot canal, I felt like I had put my tongue in a bottle of honey as she tasted so sweet and I tongue-fucked her.

She pulled at my hair and pushed my head down between her thighs and she also lifted up her hips and shoved her clit into my mouth as she seemed to enjoy it giving loud moans of “ssssssssss aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh’ I went on to lick up her hot juices of love and the more I licked and ate her, the more juices she seemed to produce. It seemed like a never-ending process.

By now, my tool had become rock hard and wanted to be a part of the action. By this time, Sangeetha stiffened up all of a sudden and had a gigantic orgasm where she squirted her load into my mouth. Her hot juice of love was really honey-like and sweet tasting. I licked and lapped up all her juice from her pussy and around her clit and her pussy was now gleaming and shining in the moonlight.

I now brought my cock to her pussy and rubbed around her wet pussy with my cock which was already slippery with the precum and she could not control her desire to be fucked and begged me to fuck her in a very sensual voice. Slowly I parted her pussy lips and inserted my cock which was also dripping with precum into her slippery vagina which made her give out a loud “Aaaahhhhhh” and slowly millimeter by millimeter,

I entered her hot and wet pussy and bent down to the glorious task of lovemaking to the prettiest girl in my life (of course after my wife). I started to give her slow but steady strokes. Sangeetha lifted up both her long legs and crossed them around my hip and locked her ankles and pressed me into her begging me to fuck her faster.

I slowly but rhythmically started to fuck her harder andthe sound of my balls slapping against her body was quite loud but lost in her “Ahhhhhhs” and ooooooooohhhhhhh’s” I felt her pussy contract against my cock and I knew she was going to have an orgasm and I fucked her faster and with my right thumb, I rubbed her vagina helping her have a mammoth release.

Within seconds, she gave out a loud cry and came in torrents. I continued my glorious task and I was nearing my moment of glory. I finally came like a volcano erupting and filled her pussy with my load. I waited till I had completely unloaded and then I pulled out my tool and bent down to kiss her vagina and lap up the mixture of our juices and then

I went back and kissed her and she licked the juices that were around my lips and hugged me tightly and gave a long and a passionate kiss saying that this was the best fuck that she had ever had. I gave her a warm but passionate embrace and bid her goodnight for the wonderful time that

I had and went to the washroom and washed myself and went back to my bed and had a wonderful sleep. I felt like I was in heaven after my “dream fantasy came true.” During the rest of my stay there, we had a jolly good time each night.

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Sunil having sex with sweet Saali

Hi readers ! I am Sunil a regular reader of HD for last two years. One of my colegue introduced it to me. There after I became a regular reader of this site and enjoying it a lot. I am also inspired by many stories to lay mine. I hav good sex experiences from my childhood ;even from a age of 14 yrs. I enjoyed sex experiences.

But after marriage I hav a wide range of experiences with many women along with relatives also. As and when I will be free I will lay my stories on this site. But this is my first attempt to put stories on HD though this one is not my first sex experience.I am going to tell the real story with my Sister-in -Law.

I got marry to a girl in my locality after love with her which was very much eye atching of people in my village as well as her village. But after marriage we settled better and live comfotably which became a matter of discussion in locality. we got settled in nearby town to my village and so many of my realtive far & near came to me seeking my help when they are in somekind of need.

My born nature is not to say no to anyone for which few selfish relatives started exploit me taking help frequently. In this connection,once my wife's causin sister came to visit our place and interested to stay with us for few days to help us. My wife co-ordially accepted her offer and as she was around 16 yrs old I hav also no objection for her stay.

During her stay she put her hand in all type of domestic work of my wife and she was very happy with that. She also doing certain service to me as well as to her sister like messaging oil on my feet and to her sister also. Mean while I felt that after two weeks she became very open with our family as well as we found her very talkative ;for which my wife likes her very much.

Simultaneously I found that day by day while messaging oil on my feet she raised her hand upto my thigh which was giving me very pleasure though I did not hav anything in my mind due to her younger age and looks like growing kid. One night she was messaging my feet while I am going to sleep and my wife was sleeping beside me; due to heavy cold we were puting blanket upon us and she was messaging me puting her hand inside blanket.

After 10-15 minutes of messaging I felt she was raising her hand above my thigh area and in a very slow move.I became very excited. I looked to my wife's face and found her sleeping firm, hence I became a little more excited and put my eye closed as I am going to sleep, soon her hand touch my crotch area and due to very excitement my penis strated growing and formed tent like posture in blanket which was very visible to my sister-in -law.

She was also clear that I am enjoying her move.She moved a step ahead and while messaging she took her palm upto my upper thigh and while lowering her message she message my erected penis and acted as she done it mistakley. I put a strong control upon my reaction and didn't move nor I shown my reaction; then after two to three minute latter she again put her hand on my pennis and move her palm with a little slow move.

This time keeping my eyes closed I stretched my hand inside the blanket and very slowly put my palm over her while she messaging upon my half pennis and half of my upper thigh. She took back her hand and for few second did not act anythigh; so I opened my eyes and saw that she was putting the oil bottle lid closed to end her messaging job.

When she tried to wake up from my bed I slowly touched her thigh and then my eye contact with her directly and she gave me a smile with double meaning as she inviting me further. I will narrate rest part of my experiences with my Sali in my next submission.Awaiting for urs valuable comments.

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