40 PLUS LUSTY LADY

 My name is Sudipa, and I am a 44-year-old Dhaka(Bangladesh) native. I am happily married with two sons and one daughter, all of whom are currently studying in India. I'm going to tell you a story about myself. After reading a handful of the stories on this site, I've decided to share a once-in-a-lifetime encounter. My husband's niece was getting married eight months ago. They stayed in the same house on the ground level.

Weddings are significant events over here, as they are in Kolkata(India); but, because my children had just spent their holidays with us and we did not expect the wedding to occur so soon, we could not afford to pay for three plane tickets to bring them down here to help with the wedding. My husband and his family are jute planters; he and his older brother took care of the fields, while my sister-in-law and I, who were both educated, took employment. Dipu works as a bank teller, and I am a college professor. Dipu and I were cousins and married on the same day 20 years ago (our mums were sisters). Dipu tied the knot with Soumen, and I tied the knot with Amaresh. Soumen was 28 years old at the time, and Amaresh was 30.

We've always been friends as a result of this, and we've shared everything in our lives. Unlike most extended families, ours has always worked well, even when in-laws were present. My married life has been near-perfection in my eyes, but my female colleagues at work have always described it as mundane. They couldn't fathom how someone could go through life repeating the same experiences every day. But I was content since I had never known anything else. Amaresh and his brother departed at 5 a.m. and returned at 1 p.m., as the sun did not allow them to work in the cane fields for lengthy periods of time. We (Dipu and I) were fortunate not to have to wake up at that time because my mother-in-law had developed the habit of feeding her husband, which she continued for her boys.

My sister-in-sons law's arrived from the Singapore a week before the wedding. I'd seen him in images before, but this was the first time I saw him in person. His mother married a South african years ago, and since then, she has felt isolated from the rest of the family. We maintained in touch via letters on rare occasions, but he was rewarded with a trip to our magical island because he had recently completed his A-levels with fantastic scores (by her mum who always wanted him to meet the family).

His name was Dinesh, and he was only 19 years old. Kamara, Edward, and Darren were among his companions when he arrived. His best friend was Kamara, and the other two males were classmates. I saw a remarkable resemblance between Dinesh and my spouse the moment I saw him. It was like seeing Amaresh for the first time in 25 years. He was quite attractive. Kamara was supposed to book a hotel room, but my Sasoorji insisted on him staying with us in our modest home. I was against the idea because we didn't have enough room to accommodate that many people, especially with the upcoming wedding and the possibility of visitors staying with us. Nonetheless, I was well aware that my viewpoint would be ignored. Edward and Darren were dropped off at our residence in a rented bungalow near the beach.

I found a beautiful boy in Dinesh. He was well aware of his intelligence and spent the majority of his time with Dipu and myself. Kamara didn't comprehend much of what we said in our native tongue, but he was usually cordial with us. As the wedding date approached, relatives such as the dadis and nanis arrived to remain the night. Our home quickly became overcrowded.

As all of the other rooms were taken, Kamara and Edward volunteered to sleep on the balcony facing my room. They were content to sleep in their sleeping bag that they had brought with them, despite the fact that they were continuously complaining about the heat.

It was a Thursday, as I recall. I had no "other" feelings towards Dinesh at the time than that of a mamee to a nephew. I was on my sixth day after finishing my periods. I'd like to emphasize out that, despite being a conventional Indian woman, I've always enjoyed sex.

I'd like to provide a little introduction to myself at this time. I'm about 5.5 feet tall, fair, and have long hair that is combed and divided in the traditional Hindu way. I wear 36-inch bras and have enormous puffy aureoles and a medium-sized bum. I am not a model, but rather a typical Bengali woman. I don't think I'm attractive, despite the fact that I've gotten a lot of compliments on how I dress. My go-to outfit is a saree, but I've always enjoyed deep necklines in my short blouses, both back and front, since I was a kid.

Returning to that evening, it was already 11 p.m. Amaresh and his cousins, who had come to assist with the preparation, were enjoying a few beers. I was in the mood for sex that night (which is unusual for me), so I took a bath and went to bed. Dinesh and Kamara arrived on their balcony, which faced my room, before me. They were fatigued after spending the day with the rest of the team. I glanced on the boys as I headed into my room. I couldn't see much, but I believed they were sleeping because I couldn't hear them. For the wedding, my mother-in-law had taken the curtains to be washed. The night-lamp was purposefully left on because the boys were new to our apartment and we wanted to know where they were stepping to use the bathroom in our room.

Amaresh arrived around midnight, intoxicated. He took a shower before joining me in bed. I was sleeping in my petticoat and blouse due to the boys' presence. Amaresh can tell when I'm in the mood for sex. He sat down on the bed, facing me, and began passionately kissing me. I knew he was inebriated and in need of assistance because he lifted my nightie and rubbed his erect cock against my pussy, waiting for me to get wet before penetrating me. Because of the drinks and knowing how difficult it was for him to achieve an erection that night, I knew I'd have to take his cock and suck it until he was hard enough to please me. So I went ahead and did it. I was soon on top of his huge cock, and we fucked the traditional way. My petticoat was on the floor, my blouse was ripped apart, and my breasts were dangling from my bras. I was on his cock with my back to him, as he like. I was facing the balcony when I noticed a glimmer in the dark, which turned out to be the light from a burning cigarette. One of the two was keeping an eye on us. It was too late to stop, and I didn't want to disrupt the rhythm, especially as I was about to arrive, so I continued riding Amaresh until he joined me. He had lasted longer because of his cocktails, so I had to come twice.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower. I was starting to feel self-conscious. I'd fucked in front of someone, and the worst part was that I had no idea who was watching. I had a peculiar desire to reveal myself more as I walked out of the shower. Soumen was already snoozing in bed, so I stood naked by the bathroom door and cleaned myself leisurely, allowing the one viewing me a clear view of every inch of my body. My vagina was wet once more, but I knew Soumen could only offer me once a night.

The next day, the minute I awoke, I felt ashamed of my behavior. I was thinking about how a slut like myself had acted. I finished my housework and went to work. The boys were still sound asleep. I wanted to talk about the "incident" at work, but there was no one I could trust. I attempted to contact Dipu but was unable to communicate with her. But I discovered throughout the day that this occurrence had severely turned me on. I was always fantasizing and dripping wet.

When I got home, it was Friday, and the boys were nowhere to be found. They had gone out to a friend's house for a cookout. I did my part in the preparations, but I never had time to speak with Dipu. I stayed up until 1 a.m. waiting for Amaresh and pretended to be asleep when he arrived. He tried to rouse me for his fuck, but I was unresponsive.

The boys returned at 3 a.m. I'd heard the automobile come to a halt. Pretending to sleep, I totally unbuttoned my bra-less top and untied the knot of my petticoat to display my vaginal bush. They crept in on tiptoe. I kept my eyes closed because I was entirely exposing myself to two people who I had never met before a week ago. Then, in a flash of time, I noticed them pausing by my bed for a few minutes to watch. I was already dripping dripping dripping dripping dripping dripping dripping dripping

Soumen was hard and started having me a few minutes later after I awakened him up by sucking his cock almost instantly. There were now two blazing lights out there, both of which were watching. I fucked Soumen in such a way that he had no idea we were being observed. I was having such a good time that I came four times. I was screaming for Amaresh to fuck me harder and make me come for the first time in my life. I was trying something new, and I wanted to show and prove that I could still fuck and offer pleasure at my age. I changed positions so many times in that 10 minutes that I thought he was mesmerized by me. I was completely insane. I was exhausted, sweating, and the cigarette lights were still on outside. I stayed up late watching them till I fell asleep.

When Amaresh awoke at 3:30 a.m., he jolted me awake and urged me to put something on because of the boys. I whispered "OK" and drew the sheet over me, telling myself that I would wake up soon because the sleep was so pleasant. It began to rain around 5 a.m., just as the sun was rising. I heard the boys startle awake, but it began to rain, and they didn't have time to draw up their sleeping bag before it became soaked. I awoke with the bed sheet pressed against my nape, watching them. They were hesitant to enter because we all knew I was still naked behind the sheet. I waved the towel in their direction. They grinned and wiped their brows.

I was starting to feel self-conscious once more. I'm still perplexed about the two-night shows I gave them the night before. They couldn't locate another place to sleep because there was nowhere else to go. I shifted in the middle of the bed, and Kamara and Dinesh moved to either side of me without saying anything. As they entered, I covered myself completely with the sheet. Both of them pulled down their wet slips before joining me under the bed cover, much to my amazement.

I was flushed; a peculiar sensation, a mix of anxiety and exhilaration, had overtaken me. I was both terrified that someone would find me in that situation and ecstatic that I was in bed with two young men who were not even half my age. We began conversing, and the boys told us about the BBQ and the girls they had met at the hotel. Dinesh and Kamara were lying on their sides, facing me, and I began to feel a little more at peace. Their attention was drawn to my breast, which was occasionally exposed by accident. As soon as I felt their cocks on my thighs, I knew this had aroused them. Dinesh fell asleep a few minutes later, and I felt his arms spreading over my breast. Kamara and I continued to talk, and Kamara said how nice our neighborhood "colored" gals were. Then we decided to go to bed, and Kamara informed me that he needed to go to the bathroom first. When he stood up, I was taken aback by the size of his cock, which was circumcised and had a large shining red head. I couldn't believe this 18-year-old had such a powerful weapon.

He returned. His cock had become limp, but it was still long and plump. He climbed back into bed beside me, and I assured him that they would not find me when they awoke since I would have gone to work. He drew himself closer to kiss me goodnight, kissed me tenderly, and I didn't fight him. He then drew himself even closer and kissed me much deeper this time. I had a good idea of what he wanted by this point. I just informed him that I required an additional hour of sleep.

I couldn't sleep, so I closed my eyes halfway. A few minutes later, I felt something move; his hand was exploring my body, and he had pushed the bed sheet away from me. He began with light touches to gauge my reaction; when I did not move, he covered me again, and soon he was masturbating; as he approached, he knelt next to me next to my nape and spurted his thick semen on me. With one eye partly open, I observed the entire action, and his cock had grown even larger. He sprayed his sperm all over my breast, nape, and neck while he was here, and I even got a large drop on my lips. I lick the semen with a delicate tongue movement after he rolled on his side and slept. For the first time, I had sperm from someone other than my husband in my mouth.

I just went to school for half a day, but the entire time I was fantasizing about having sex with the males in my class. That day, I told Dipu everything. She was taken aback and told me to be careful because if anyone found out, it would devastate the family. But, based on the questions she asked me during the day, I could tell that this occurrence was giving dipu some distress as well.

The wedding went off without a hitch; nothing unusual happened in the interim. We couldn't find the time, but the boys and I were working together. Kamara had been addressing me by my name since the beginning, but when I was alone with Dinesh, he started calling me "Sudipa" instead of "Mamee."

Amaresh collapsed in bed, dead intoxicated, after a highly joyous supper on Monday night. On the balcony, I joined the boys. We were all exhausted, and I was in pain in my lower back and shoulders. I was ordered to lie down on my back and receive a massage from the boys. I went along with it. Soon, Dinesh was working on my shoulders, and Kamara was massaging my feet. When Dinesh's fingers started opening the front buttons of my nightie, he was gazing me in the eyes. He didn't say anything and just kept undressing me to my navels, after which Kamara continued. I soon had four hands fondling me, and I closed my eyes and reveled in the pampering. When I opened my eyes after feeling my legs being spread, Dinesh was already holding his cock towards my vagina and preparing to penetrate me. "But I am your Mamee," I said in English, putting my palm over my pussy. Dinesh moved his finger over my lips and moved my hand. I realized it was too late. I was entirely filled as he pushed himself in and gazed at me. He began his to-and-fro movement when I smiled at him, and he pounded me for approximately 25-30 minutes. I was having so much fun that Kamara, who was biting/eating my breasts/nipples, decided that putting his cock in my mouth would be a better way to quiet my loud moaning. When Dinesh was finished, Kamara turned me around and began dragging me around like a dog. He penetrated me for more than 45 minutes before he arrived. I rushed to bed next to Amaresh, who was still snoring, when he finished. I couldn't believe what I'd done; I began to cry, but soon fell asleep.

I couldn't face the boys the next morning; I was embarrassed, but after conversing with Dipu, I felt better. She was unexpectedly empathetic. She asked my husband if she might sleep with me in my room that night, citing the heat on the ground floor as an excuse. I was taken aback, but my reservations were dissipating. Dipu was ecstatic by everything. When Dipu knocked on the door, everyone except us was awake.

As she entered, she was dressed nicely in a nightgown, and as she removed it, I immediately recognized the nightie, which I had only seen once before, on her "shuhag raat." She was also carrying a bottle of wine that had been carefully wrapped in newspaper.

Dipu had a beautiful body when we married, but with time she became a little overweight. But I have to say, even now, she was stunning. The nightie was now much tighter, and the neckline was so low that she appeared to be topless. Her massive 38-size took up more than 78% of the space. She was clearly inebriated at this point.

She climbed into bed with us and began speaking. She was not the  I remembered; she was outgoing and open, telling us how relieved she was that her only child had married today. We talked for approximately an hour, during which the males, who were already taken aback by her behavior, were given multiple opportunities to see her curves and hairy pussy. She then proceeded to ask if I had enjoyed my massage the night before. I froze, and the boys exchanged shocked looks with me. She had a feeling she had made someone uncomfortable. She then simply stated that she has yearned for this "treatment" ever since I "confided" in her.

She had made it apparent that she, too, wanted to fuck. She quickly undid her nightie to display her virtually flawlessly preserved figure, and she asked the boys to do the same. Unlike me, she was fearless. She turned to Dinesh and demanded that he hand over his cock to "Dipu Mamee." She invited me to press my lips on her pussy and taste her, which surprised me. I couldn't believe it when I realized what was going on. Kamara was taking her from behind while I was doing cunnilingus on her, and dipu kept blowing Dinesh's cock. The remainder of the night went by in a blur.

Dipu came out of the prayer room the next morning, and I spotted her. She grinned as she looked at me, ready to get to work on housework. I couldn't believe this was the same woman who had been on heat the night before. I had to go back to work, but I didn't want to, especially because of that Maths class with the most rowdy boys in the school.

I had an idea when getting out of the shower. This is a brilliant concept. I selected the Churidaar with the deepest neckline from my inventory of demi-bras. I entered my classroom, placed my dupatta on the table, and began teaching. These creatures were paying me a lot of attention and giving me a lot of responses. I wrote a few exercises on the board and went around checking to see if anyone had any issues. I knew bending over the table to examine their copybook would give them a full view of my mammaries, especially since the demi-cup was so tight that the upper half of my areoles were visible. Everyone was paying attention, and the boys were paying close attention to my instruction. I had eventually learnt how to master them. All of their schoolwork was completed the next week, and I am now their favorite teacher (though I would never go to the extent of fucking anyone of them).

Dipu, who was still on leave when she returned home that evening, had previously arranged to take all of the boys sight-seeing the next day. She advised that I take a day off after dinner, and I looked at Amaresh, who concurred. With all of our guests gone, the only time we could fuck was in the morning after the spouses had left.

Everyone was ready early, a 14-seater bus had already been booked, and  Dipu had even devised a plan to persuade my in-laws not to join us. Rahul was in charge of driving. He was familiar to me because he lived in the village and I saw him at the wedding. Dipu and I both dressed in our sarees and left the house as usual. Dipu, who was in charge of everything, halted the driver halfway between the home and the bungalow where Darren and Edward were staying and requested me to join her across the cane fields. I followed her and was surprised to see that she had brought a swimsuit and two long beach floral shirts with her. I was taken aback when I saw her dressed like that. Despite this, she swiftly changed and boarded the minibus with the guys.

The bikini she was wearing was something I could never wear; it was a corset with virtually all of her breasts protruding on the sides and the slip was so small that her pubic hairs protruded on the sides. My Dipu was nothing like the "Satee Savitree" I was accustomed to at home.

We stopped on the way to get drinks because we couldn't carry them from home. We purchased beers and wine and began drinking the wine in the minibus. We arrived at Ile-aux-Cerfs (a magnificent island approximately 10 minutes away by boat) and boarded a boat to a smaller island rather than the main island. It was my first visit to that particular island, although I was accompanied by my family.

I was used to going out with my children and spouse, so this was a big change for me. This was most likely the first time I was outside my house with other "males" following my wedding. I knew they'd want to fuck me again today after I fucked with the boys, and I really wanted it to happen, but I didn't know how it would happen because we were in a crowd today.

The island was quite small, in fact. There were shrubs everywhere, and because we were early and it was a weekday, we were all alone. We chose a shaded location with plenty of trees. I assisted Dipu in disseminating the "Chattay" and obtaining drinks for everyone. The effects of the wine I drank on the bus were immediately apparent. Dipu was only wearing a revealing bikini. I was dressed in my sari. I kept a close eye on the boys as they changed into their swimming trunks. Edward's trunk bulged out and he wasn't even standing up straight. Darren had a baby face and was the group's youngest member. The atmosphere was fine; we were joking about and talking about what they had seen in Dhaka.

Kamara and Dinesh gave special attention to me. Dinesh's was strewn on my lap. I was feeling his warm breath on my exposed navel with my pallu tied around my waist. I was dressed in a lovely blouse with a deep back and front neckline. The warmth began to be felt as the sun rose higher in the sky. It was time for a swim, according to the lads. Kamara requested that I change, but I informed him that I was unable to carry any swimwear from home. When Dinesh interfered and offered that they join them in my underpants, he appeared misled. I tried to protest, but they told that if I didn't, they'd have to pull me into the water with everything on. I concurred.

Rahul was the only one in the water when the guys went in. Rahul was someone I'd known for a long time. I was both uneasy and afraid of what he could say because of his presence. Despite this, I began to tug my saree; I could tell Rahul was uncomfortable and tried not to look at me directly. He was always dressed traditionally, and whenever he gave me a ride to work, he always spoke to me with great respect.

I had carefully readjusted my panty so that it did not expose my pubic hairs and fully covered my buttocks before pulling down my petticoat. However, the underwear I was wearing had lace on the front of both the bra and the panty. Rahul could now look away from me because my thick hairy bush was obvious without my petticoat. I noticed him as I opened my blouse; a large bulge had built a tent within his white cotton slip, and it was rather large.

I invited Rahul to join us while running in the water, and to my surprise, he agreed. (At first, he refused to accompany us up to the island.) The guys and  were playing volleyball, so I joined in. I felt youthful at the time, having forgotten my age, my anxieties, and the fact that I was a mother and a wife. I pretended to be someone else; perhaps my inner hidden self was pushing me, but I was content. I'm glad to be among these young men and to be having fun with them.

My underwear was now soaked and exposed more than Dipu's bikini. I was almost completely naked. It had become entirely see-through, exposing my enormous puffy dark brown areoles, and my nipples had hardened and were clinging to the moist lace of my bra. I could tell the game we were playing was more than just a harmless volleyball game. In an attempt to capture the "ball," the guys threw themselves hungrily over Dipu and myself. My bra strap frequently came off my shoulder during this activity, showing my large breast to the delight of the males. Dipu's situation was considerably worse; I believe her corset was too big for her breasts, and both of her breasts were continuously protruding from their cages as a result. Her tits were larger than mine, but her areoles were only the size of a five-rupee coin. Our breasts had sagged from nursing children, and mine were in worse shape than Dipu's, who had only breastfed one child. However, we both exercised regularly after birth to keep our natural forms.

Rahul was walking in the sea as I looked down at the beach. His erection was rather noticeable. In his slip, his cock was upright. The head was barely visible beneath the tight band. I was curious as to what had drawn this 28-year-old newlywed man towards us. I could understand the lads because they were new to sex, but Rahul was beyond me. His wife, who was a stunning beauty, was someone I knew. This man's cock, on the other hand, was betraying him.

I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with his presence and wishing he had accepted my invitation, but on the other hand, I was transfixed by the size and thickness of his cock. He wasn't wearing a swimming slip, but rather a cotton one, which had turned transparent once wet. He joined in the game; I was suddenly moist (down there), thinking about his thick cock within me every time he held.

We were exhausted after a while, so we returned to the beach, where I realized I would be "naked" in what I was wearing. Nonetheless, I chose not to put anything else on because I couldn't do anything else and didn't want to get my petticoat or blouse wet. Dipu, like me, was scrutinizing the anatomy of the males while they were cleaning themselves. She, like me, was comparing their husbands to ours, and one thing they all had in common was that they were all hard-on.

Dipu chose to unwind a little before we ate our meal. Edward poured another glass of wine. Dipu volunteered to apply anti-tanning cream to Darren while he was lying on his back, and I could tell she was having a good time doing it. Dinesh urged me to go for a walk around the island, so I wrapped a towel around my shoulder (to avoid getting a tan mark) and joined him. I was attempting to act as a "Mamee" would with a nephew in front of Rahul, but I knew he couldn't be that foolish.

We were only a few meters away when we were joined by a running Kamara, who was well aware of our situation. The guys didn't waste any time kissing and hugging me once they were out of sight of the others. We found a shady location in the woods, and I stretched out on my towel. My bra and panty were quickly removed, and Kamara began licking my thighs all the way up to my vaginal area, while Dinesh rubbed his cock on my stomach ( I am not that thin). Kamara took me, and I was in an odd position; he had pulled my legs over his shoulders, and my back was lying in Dinesh's arms, with his hands pressing against my breasts from behind. He was assisting his favorite "Mamee" in being fucked by his companion. It was thrilling to have two guys praising me. Kamara lasted about 10 minutes before ejaculating on my pubic hairs. I had already come once when he pulled his gleaming cock out of me.

Dinesh pushed himself into the depths of my womb by pulling his entire weight over me. From this position, I could feel his cock from a different angle. He took his time, he wasn't quick, but he appeared to relish fully extending his long cock and pushing himself into the depths of my womb. Kamara went away, continuing on with his tour and left us to our own devices. We were so engrossed in what we were doing that we didn't see Edward and Darren had approached us and had already removed their trunks.

Dinesh paused for a minute while his cock was still in me, waiting for my response. My nephew was taking me in front of his pals, which was a strange circumstance. I wanted it to happen, so I said nothing and began pulling his back to keep going. He'd gotten the message that I was up for it. Edward was the next to take me, followed by Darren, who stated that he was only 17 and that it was his first time. After approximately 6 pushes, he entered me; he fell on me and kissed madly. It was pretty romantic; at 43, I had given this 17-year-old boy his first taste of pleasure. After all, I was exhausted from getting screwed for at least an hour and a half. To provoke Rahul's suspicion, I sat on my towel and begged Darren to leave me alone for a little before joining the others. I was overjoyed; four guys had taken me in a row. I was honored to have been sought after. I felt no remorse for my actions since once they were gone, no one would ever know what had happened.

I turned to return to the beach after putting my underpants back on. Rahul was there to my surprise; I was terrified; I felt as if my world had fallen; I began fleeing, condemning myself; I had messed up my family life. Rahul quickly apprehended me. He clung to me tightly, as if he sensed my befuddlement. He promised me that no one would ever know about all of this while shaking me back to normal.

He held me in his arms for over 15 minutes, till I calmed down. When he placed his lips close to mine, he was looking at me intently in my eyes. In a fit of rage, he began kissing. His cock, which had been resting against my naked tummy, had reawakened. After a few minutes, he began to take me as well; he has a different approach. I could tell he was used to sex by the way he took me; he kept shifting positions to maximize our pleasure and not to come. By the time my pussy was scorching, he had to have arrived more than an hour later. I'd never been fucked like that before. He admitted to me that his wife Sheela was pregnant and that the doctor had recommended them to abstain from sex because of certain issues as I walked back, sore.

Dipu was getting raped by all the boys when we arrived; Rahul did not join because he said he was absolutely tired. Rahul has been my boyfriend for the past few years; I have to skip school to see him, and because we only fuck once in a while, we do it well. I've discovered someone I can trust in him, to the point where I've requested him to find someone to join us in our sessions. We have done so and will continue to do so until my children return. Then I'd put an end to everything. When the lads left, things was changed; Dinesh's entrance had drastically altered my personal existence. I say intimate since my family life hasn't changed, and no one knows about my hidden existence as of yet.

What transpired during that week tormented me day and night after the boys flew back. I'd evolved. I experienced a great sense of animosity towards myself at first. I also got a peculiar sense of remorse for being unfaithful to Amaresh. On the other hand, every night, before falling asleep or making love, all of these memories came flooding back.

Sexual ideas infiltrated my mind. Every episode flashed through my head as if it had just happened. I could sense the numerous cocks who delighted in it, recalling each one's uniqueness. But it was the session with Rahul that I cherished the most.

I hadn't seen Rahul in 3 months because his wife had given birth. He must have been preoccupied with the newcomer. But, in any event, he had promised not to talk about it, that it was just a dream that had occurred and would be forgotten. However, now that I'd met other men and seen how enjoyable sex can be, my sex life with Amaresh began to become platonic. Despite the fact that he forced me to come, I was in the typical missionary posture. I attempted to persuade him to change his style, but he was hesitant. He was conservative, and it was simple for him; that's how he always fucked me, and that's how he'll always fuck me. Why should I change when he and I both came?

But I wanted more, especially because I had set a time limit for myself to live, and that time was rushing by. I wanted to try everything. I wanted to see how far I could go without incurring any unnecessary risks. I wanted to meet Rahul but couldn't come up with an explanation, and I also wanted to inform him.

I considered how to continue, but then I remembered Rahul's refusal to take money from us for the "tour" (I'm not sure why). That night, the topic of conversation was Amaresh's, who was supposedly preparing to pay us a visit now that the ice had been broken. That seemed like the appropriate time to bring up the subject of "unpaid service." Knowing Amaresh's dislike of indebtedness, we should make plans to pay him as soon as possible. But, much to his dismay, he told that he jumped off on his way back from the fields the next day to leave the money himself. My strategy had gone awry.

The next night, I confronted Amaresh with the same question. He informed me he met with him, but Rahul refused to accept money, so he invited him out for a drink on Saturday instead. My heart began to race, and my pussy began to itch.

Saturday night arrived gradually. Rahul was expected to arrive at 6 p.m., but he hadn't arrived by 7.30 p.m. I was worried, and all sorts of ideas ran through my head. Amaresh, on the other hand, had already started drinking his whisky. It was soon after 8 p.m. when his van pulled up in front of our house. I hurriedly washed my face and looked in the mirror for a second, since it was a long-awaited time for me. Rahul stepped in, introduced himself to the family downstairs, including Dipu, with whom he had seen screw four people at the same time, and then proceeded to our balcony above, where everything was already set up.

Dipu assisted me with the serving, but she had to leave us because she was on her way to a wedding. By the way, following that encounter and because of the "intimacy" I had developed with Dipu, she disclosed to me that when she works overtime after the bank closed, she gets "serviced" by one of the cashiers. No surprise she constantly complained of weariness and went straight to bed when she arrived late at night. I'm not much better than she is.

That night, I was dressed conservatively in a top and skirt that revealed only a sliver of my cleavage. As is customary, the topic of debate was politics and soccer. I was irritated, but there was nothing I could do because Rahul was Amaresh's "guest" that night. Nonetheless, I stayed with them, and when I inquired about the new baby and his wife, he stated that we owed them a visit. Amaresh responded by promising that we would drop by next Saturday to visit the kid and give him a present.

As the night progressed, I drank two glasses of wine with them, but they were both beautifully inebriated, especially Amaresh, who had begun earlier. I knew Amaresh would be working the next day, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to give him a few more minutes (as he also did not have any medical problem). Rahul said he'd leave at 11 p.m., the wine assisting, and I was bold enough to desire his cock within me. I expected him to fall asleep on his couch as usual, and he did. Rahul agreed to assist me in putting him to bed. I checked to see if he was in deep slumber when he fell on the bed and began snoring, and he was. After all, he didn't know anything and had no reason to be suspicious.

Rahul offered to help me clean up when I returned to the balcony, but I declined since I wanted him to take me. He was well aware of my desires. He was ripping the buttons off my blouse and biting and sucking my nipples. My hands searched for his penis and came up with a stone-hard rod. My panty was on the floor in no time, I was resting against the balustrade, and Rahul was pumping me from behind. We heard footsteps on the stairwell just as we were ready to enter; it was my mother-in-law checking to see if all the windows were closed. We parted ways, and I yanked up my panty and rushedly restyled my top and hair. Rahul was already wishing us goodbye when she came on our floor, so as not to raise any suspicions. I didn't want her to find out that Amaresh had already fallen asleep. We parted with a nonchalant demeanor.

I shaved my legs and took a cold shower. I stayed in there for ten minutes to relieve my heat. I had been duped. The phone rang while I laid in bed, and it was Rahul apologizing. After a time of talking, he asked if I wanted to go out one day. I said OK for Wednesday without hesitation.

I met him where we had agreed to meet on Wednesday. He drove to a charming little beach bungalow. It was strange to be alone with him for the first time. I was supposed to be at work at home, and I was supposed to have gone shopping at work and be back before lunch. I just had two hours before I had to go. Rahul had the pleasure of undressing me himself once I was inside. We performed it nonstop for two hours. In that time, he came four times. His secretions were still seeping from my pussy at school, as I sat in front of my class.

We went to his house on Saturday as promised, and I had the impression that his wife was aware of our antics based on how she interacted with me. Shristi was about 24 years old, with a fair complexion, a great figure, and short hair. She had katrina's appearance. We were at ease because she was really forthright. I guessed she was well "serviced" by Rahul based on the love bites on her neck and napes. Rahul was just sex to me, therefore I wasn't envious in the least.

The boys had a few beers, I assisted Shristi with the food preparation, and we sat down for dessert after dinner. The infant, who had been asleep the entire time, awoke and began sobbing. Shristi rushed to grab her and took her into the living room after changing her diaper. It was a lovely little child. Shristi sat in the same seats as before, which meant she was facing Amaresh and me. She began unbuttoning her blouse without much fanfare. I could tell Amaresh was uneasy with it; I recall when I was breast-feeding the babies, he preferred it to take place in our room rather than in public.

She unzipped her blouse entirely, which was unusual, and drew out her left breast, wiping her nipple with a damp tissue before starting to feed the baby. Rahul was present, and it did not appear to be troubled in the least. I could see Amaresh struggling to keep up with Rahul and couldn't take his gaze away from Shristi's breast as he continued to speak normally. The fact that Shristi's very fair breast was covered in large red love bites added to the sensuality of this parental tableau. To relieve the tension, I strolled up to Shristi to give her the gift we had purchased for the baby, and she joked, "Uncle does like you baby, he does want to see you." The statement was directed at Amaresh, who was forced to see Shristi, and his trembling finger betrayed him as he patted the baby's face. His gaze was fixed on that lovely tit. She changed breasts after a while, making both of her breasts fully exposed to us. I questioned why Amaresh's hands were crossed on his slacks just above his zip.

At home, in bed, I summoned the guts (since we don't talk about sex very frequently) and asked him whether Sheela had turned him on. He nodded, so I reached down to tease him, but he was already rock-hard. He said that his erection was making him feel uncomfortable. It was the first time he told me that he had been turned on by someone other than me. I rushed to his cock and started sucking him because I knew he had kept his testicles under pressure for so long. I urged him to close his eyes while I rubbed his cock between my large breasts and said, "Imagine Shristi doing that to you with her magnificent titties." That night, our session was not monotonous; he even gave me love bites, which I proudly displayed the next day while wearing a gorgeous décolleté.

Apart than fucking, Rahul and I talked a lot the next week when I went with him. I told his wife about my suspicions about being a woman. He grinned and said he told her everything because they were a very open-minded and liberal marriage. I was taken aback because I couldn't have kept my cool in front of the woman Amaresh was fucking. He assured me that this affair would be fine because Shristi was very understanding and had no harsh feelings. It seemed unusual at first, but it turned out to be true later. When I informed him about Amaresh's reaction to the breast-show because he was honest, he laughed and remarked, "It indicates that his Tool is still alright." That is to say, he did not appear to be as concerned.

Shristi called a few days later, on a sunday, to invite us to spend the day with them at the beach. I was excited to go, but I was apprehensive that Amaresh might decline because he disliked going out on sundays. When I told him about it, he responded "yes" right away. My ex hubby was being influenced by Shristi. We went to a small nearby beach on sunday, where the guys had a few beers while the baby was cared after. Shristi and I went for a swim. I didn't feel at ease with her because I knew she knew I slept with her husband. We talked about random topics until she said, "I know everything there is to know about you and Rahul." I was shivering. I was paralyzed. I couldn't look her in the eyes. "Don't just do it somewhere," she said, "come and do it along with me at home." She gave me a smile before diving. "Let's go dish the men," she stated when she reappeared. I was startled by her transparency and frankness as I automatically followed her.

She was chirping as we were wiping our brows, as if we had never had that chat. I was relieved to learn that she was not angry with me. Amaresh was mesmerized by her, his eyes glistening as Shristi wiped herself sensuously. Despite a small stomach from pregnancy, she was a stunning woman. Shristi advised we change into some dry clothing after cleaning ourselves down. Shristi was dressed in a crocheted t-shirt and a mini when we arrived. While changing in the bush, I noticed her in her underwear and thought to myself how pleased Amaresh would have been in my place. She zipped up her mini and pulled the T-shirt over her head, bras and panty not included. "Amaresh will have a feast today," I promised myself. The t-shirt did, in fact, reveal more than it concealed. Amaresh had a full view of her cunt lips while perched on a low level stool in front of him, who was with Rahul on the "chattay." Rahul smiled at me covertly seeing him, despite his bulge in his short.

Our family became closer following this occurrence, and one afternoon I had baked some cakes and told Amaresh I was going to drop some off for them. I knocked on the door, and they took a while to respond. When Shristi arrived to open the door, she was still tying the top knot on her robe. I'm guessing she's just woken up or.... She welcomed me in and instructed me to be quiet and follow her using sign language. I went along with it. She was on her way to her chamber. I was curious as to what she was thinking. Rahul was waiting for his wife as I opened the door, stroking his enormous cock with one hand. Shristi remarked "Aunty, this jerk has been screwing for 45 minutes and wants more. Now when I'm tired, please assist us." Shristi had already led me to the bedside during this chat, and Rahul was already standing and smiling at me...

Rahul unfastened the buttons on my blouses, and Shristi helped me out from behind. Shristi was kissing my ear lobes from behind while Rahul was sucking my breast. Shristi was completely naked when I turned around. Shristi placed herself on top of my mouth and said, "I want to see how Rahul fucks you..please lick me..." as I lay down on the bed. Rahul was a true "beast"; after fucking his wife for 45 minutes, he rammed me for another 25 minutes. I kept sucking Shristi's moist cunt, and she made cum a few times in my mouth, as I had a salty flavor in my mouth now and then. When we were done, Shristi told me in the shower that she had the hots for Amaresh because she had always wanted to date someone older and more mature. I urged that her seduction become more aggressive. She bemoaned the fact that, despite the fact that she had put on a show for him, he had never ventured to talk to her while looking her in the eyes. I calmed her by telling her that I was aware of Amaresh's interest in her, but that he was cautious.

We used to transport our threesome on a daily basis. Shristi was likewise making remarkable progress. I continued to encourage their contacts, but I never had the nerve to say anything else to him. Amaresh was changing, and I wasn't sure how he'd react if I told him I'd been messing around.

The school year was coming to a conclusion, and I had won a pair of tickets to a weekend in a modest hotel in a school raffle. I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to include Amaresh in the game. We left on a Friday night, and Rahul and Shristi were invited the next day. They had left their infant with Shristi's mother that night. We all drank a lot of alcohol, and the atmosphere was perfect. The hotel was deserted because it was winter, and the few locals were all at the local casino.

Amaresh surprisingly recommended that we go to the pool about midnight. "sudipa, you're not going to wear that, aren't you...?" Shristi said, pointing at my one-piece outfit. We changed and joined the guys by the poolside because she had two sets of bikinis with her. "Hey, Sudipa, you look stunning," Rahul said. And went to Amaresh and said, "hope you don't mind.." Amaresh replied, "I was just about telling Shristi she looks great," to which Rahul wryly said, "taste her, you'd know."

Rahul began to get passionate with Shristi in the water, kissing and touching her. Amaresh gazed at them and drew me in closer, his cock hard as a rock. I couldn't believe Amaresh, the conservative, was doing me in front of others. We had a shower, and I was the first to emerge, seeing the boys impatiently awaiting my return. "You know, I have nothing underneath this towel," I declared bluntly. "That may be dangerous," Amaresh remarked with a smirk. Rahul's sleeveless T-shirt, which revealed nothing, was worn by Shristi. We grabbed another drink and turned on some soothing music before heading to our respective husbands on separate couches. The towel had slid off my back as I dragged myself up to Amaresh's chest and began biting his hairy chest. Amaresh was too pleased to be concerned because I was topless. Shristi had already removed her top and was getting licked by Rahul on the neighboring couch.

We were all on the floor in no time, each of us riding our males next to the other. I could see Amaresh's eyes on Shristi while he was fucking me. I took his arm off the floor and pressed it against Shristi's breast. He waited for a minute, looking for Rahul's approval, which he received with a smile. At that time, I came to a halt, stood up, and asked Shristi to take my place on Amaresh's cock. When Rahul was going to slide his fat cock into me, I stared closely into Amaresh's eyes, but he didn't complain and eventually smiled.

We fucked for hours, exchanging couples, but I'd always fantasized about having two cocks inside of me. Because Rahul was fatter, I piled on top of him and begged Amaresh to gently press his slightly smaller cock into my anus. We made it through the agony and the uncomfortable posture. Each of them plunging to my entire deep at varied rhythms was a terrific experience. It was just amazing. Sheela was in front of me while I sucked her clit, and Amaresh enjoyed it as well because he had never took me from the back before.

Shristi wanted to try it after I arrived, but Rahul was too big(cock), so Amaresh had the pleasure of fucking two women for the first time in their anus. When Sheela was finished, she muttered, "Get me something hard to put in my mouth while you guys have me next time," to which Amaresh replied, "No problem...what he has in mind...will only know next time."