BUA(AUNTY) KI CHUDAI

 I am a 44-year-old married woman with two daughters, ages 19 and 21, and a husband who recently retired. My narrative begins 23 years ago, when I married Surojit, a 38-year-old newly trained accountant at the time. I saw him for the first time only four days before my wedding day; everything had been planned and there was no way I could have protested to the marriage; it had always been that way, and my parents are still certain that it was the best thing that could have happened to me.

My entire life was devoted to my family, to educating the girls (I also have a B.Com) and to caring for my spouse. He didn't have much time for us, and he was working hard to make ends meet. He was more of a father figure to me, fucking when and as he pleased, always at his own speed of ten or three minutes, and his lust was always satiated. He'd then switch out the lights and revert to his customary sleeping position.

I can count the amount of times I've accompanied him throughout the years. Our sexual relationship has deteriorated or vanished over time. We left Kolkata for Bhubneshwar last year when dad retired, having saved enough to buy a house down there and leaving for our nice flat for the gins still at college. I could never have imagined that my life would suddenly become joyful again. Surojit became a member of the local Chest club and became immersed in all of their events. In the afternoons, he would usually meet up with his new buddies for a few drinks.

On a nice day, we received a letter from his distant cousin, inquiring about his son's search for postgraduate housing. We had two bedrooms in our house, one for us and one for the daughters when they came down for vacation. We came to the conclusion that we could give his nephew the spare room.

Two weeks later, he arrived, 24 years old and attractive. It was strange to have someone there for a change, and dinner was more lively than usual because we hadn't seen the gins in 6 months. Before heading to the dinner, I changed into my nightgown, as is customary. With a deep neckline, the dress was rather revealing, and a considerable bit of my breast was visible, especially since I never wore bras at night. Suresh was covertly looking at my cleavage every time I looked at him.

After a long period of having wet dreams, I awoke the next morning, took a shower, and gazed longingly in the mirror at.... my nude body. My 36 b breasts weren't as firm as they once been, but they weren't drooping either, and I had a slight belly. I rummaged through my closet for some cholies (blouses) that I'd always thought were obscenely sexy, and discovered that they were custom-made by my "Booa" (paternal aunt) on a visit to Kolkata. I chose a white one.

The material was so thin that it was virtually translucent, and I remembered that my sister had brought some kinky underwear with her when she came to visit from the United States (sort of things not sold in India). I decided that the black bras would be the ones I would wear because they could barely hold my breasts and more than half of a massive brown nipple protruded from them. When Suresh arrived in the lounge, I was busy preparing breakfast; he walked to the kitchen and asked if he could help. I agreed with a smile. More than half of my white breast were poking out of the flimsy choli since I had purposefully put the palloo (upper section of a saree that covers the chest) in my petticoat (knowing that Surojit would be on the porch reading the morning paper).

Suresh couldn't take his eyes off me, and he got scarlet. I could see a massive bulge rising in his pajamas trousers because he was still in my pajamas and obviously not wearing any underwear. I was soaked, and it had been a long time since I'd seen someone have a gigantic hard-on for me. 1 pretended not to notice him and went about my daily tasks, but I would always bend down in front of him to give him a deep view of my breast; after a while, I even opened the two top buttons (which was already straining) so he could see my enormous nipples as well.

We became closest friends after a few weeks, but I never stopped wooing and mocking him. Surojit had to attend a competition one Sunday, so we got the day to ourselves. I invited Suresh to join me in the market. We were hot and bothered after walking and carrying four hefty bags of groceries home.

I told Suresh I needed to take a shower, so I went to the bathroom and was in the shower when the doorbell rang. Suresh came in, needing to urinate (our bathroom was one room with only a plastic curtain dividing the shower and the toilet), and I assured him that the door was not locked and that he could come in. I purposefully opened part of the curtain so that he could see me naked.

I inquired if he was ready to take a shower because I was afraid the water would run out soon. He walked hurriedly again, pulling out his dick of his jeans, and with the sound he was making, it was obvious that he had to piss. When he saw me, I was confidently facing him, rinsing my large black bust and opening the lips of clitoris for his enjoyment. As soon as he saw me, I observed that his flaccid dick was slowly standing. Maa, Eh!! It was growing bigger and bigger (Oh!!Mother), and I was thrilled to be the reason for it.

I snuck out of the shower and told him he could come in now; he was red, but he hurriedly pulled his trousers on. I lingered on the towel, wiping myself in front of him freely and suggestively. When he looked at me, I purposefully cleaned my breast or pubic hair to avoid losing sight of his massive organ. I was homy, so I asked if I could pick up my rinsed panties from the shower tray. He stepped to one side and let me in. I bent down, picked up my panties, and as I was raising my cheek, I brushed something. I turned around and saw that it was his fat cock, which was only 1 inches away from my eyes and lips.

It was too much for me; all I needed now was a cock, a good one like Suresh's, to shove his organ into me and tear me apart. I exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped over my shoulders, and as I closed the door, I checked Suresh, who was busily stroking his cock, the first time I saw his dickhead, the foreskin was pulled back and it was flame red.

When I got to my room, I dried myself, turned on the ceiling fan (I was hot), and lied down, sticking my fingertip vigorously in my pussy and masturbating myself to orgasm. After I arrived, I took a few moments to reflect; I was getting older, and in a few years, my desire to fuck would be gone, as I would have hit menopause. So, what do I do now? Do I screw this kid who seems like he could be my son, or do I let it go? The sight of his cock convinced me that if he had a hard-on for me now, it means I am desirable now; after all, once the wrinkles come, no one, including him, will be turned by me, so I made up my mind to go for it.

I emerged from the room wearing a long beach shirt that I had purchased the previous time I was in the Mouritious. I was on the long couch with Suresh at the extremity, I pretended to have a sore shoulder from carrying those heavy bags earlier on, I had a quick lunch, and as scheduled sat down to watch the 10 o'clock movie, I was on the long couch with Suresh at the extremity, I pretended to have a sore shoulder from carrying those heavy bags earlier on, I was on the long couch with Suresh at the extremity, I pretended to have a sore shoulder from I asked Suresh if he could massage my shoulder and neck, and I could tell he was becoming more assertive.

He ordered me to lie down on his lap, then placed his hand on my shoulders and began massaging my neck. I unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt, and soon my tits were totally exposed to him. He eventually caressed the side of my breast, and finding no objection from me, he continued to fondle it.

I could see his erect member poking out of his loose tennis shorts with him atop me, my face just beneath his brief tennis shorts. I summoned the guts to begin playing with his cock after observing that he was enjoying my antics. Suresh was busy licking my wet pussy, which had never been licked before, and I was pouring with cum as I greedily took his shaft in my mouth. By this time, my shirt was completely open and Suresh was busy licking my moist pussy, which had never been licked before.

I took over from there, I couldn't stand it any longer, I had to have this hard cock, so I forced him to sit up and sat on him. It was an incredible sensation to feel a rock hard cock slowly forcing its way into the walls of my vagina after such a long time.

I rode for more than a half-hour before he arrived, during which time I had spent five times. That day, before Surojit got home, we fucked again, and that night, I was proud of my womanhood for the first time in years.

Since then, I've had Suresh whenever I wanted or when we had the chance. Surojit would go for a stroll in the mornings to get the morning paper, knowing that it would take him at least 45 minutes to 1 hr to return. While Suresh is sleeping, I would crawl beneath his blanket and make his flaccid cock stone hard in my mouth, then let him fuck me.

My relationship with Suresh was convenient because it allowed me to get rid of the horny woman in me and enjoy life quietly while having hard sex in the seclusion of my own house. So as not to raise any suspicions, I continued to let Surojit to fuck whenever he pleased, but he had lost his stamina and his cock was not as firm as Suresh's. I carefully crept out of bed when he finished fucking and approached Suresh, asking him to take me to heaven with his cock. Suresh and I went through all the weird situations you can imagine, he tied me to the bed and utilized my body, and while I was having my menses, I would give him a blow job (something I never did to Surojit) and even suck his dick dry!

We tried sodomy and all the pleasures of sex. We even fucked in my own bed with Surojit next to us on one occasion (We were drunk as we had come from a cocktail party). Suresh's friend Anup came to Bhubneshwar for an interview the next summer, and Suresh asked if he might stay with us for three weeks.

Suresh promised to share his room and bed with us if we consented. Anup was considerably younger than Suresh, only 22 years old and a recent B.Com graduate. He had come for a job interview with a local IT firm, where he was applying to work in their Marketing department. He was a lovely young man, much more infantile than my Suresh but equally attractive.

We decided to celebrate three days after he received word that he had been chosen, and Surojit brought a bottle of quality Cognac sold to him by a sailor. We had a nice supper, the boys were continuously with me while I was cooking the meals, and I was wearing a pink sleeveless shirt (newly made) with the neckline halfway down my breast on that particular day. I could tell Anup was staring at me quietly, just like Suresh used to.

We were all a little buzzed after dinner (especially I seldom have liquor). We all went to our rooms, and I was horny and in desperate need of a cock. Surojit quietly turned towards me, and I was hoping that he would take me and that his few strokes inside my pussy would satisfy my lust. Instead, he climbed on top of me and pushed his cock in me one, two, three times, and just as I was about to start enjoying, he spurted his sperm on my tummy and turned around, and in no time he was fast asleep, thanks to the Cognac. I washed my hands and tried to finger myself into orgasm, but my finger was no match for a cock.

In bed, I twisted and turned. My stud needs to fuck me hard and make cum for me. There was one snag: Anup. I tiptoed into Suresh's room after 20 minutes. I entered his room, climbed into bed, and took his cock in my mouth, which rapidly hardened due to Suresh's nightly visits.

We were definitely disturbing Anup's sleep, but what the fuck I was too horny to stop... I stripped completely, there was only the prayer giving off weak light, and soon he was taking me in the missionary position, till we heard Anup who was next to us grunting.

I closed my eyes so I wouldn't see him, but as Suresh was kicking me inside my vaginal walls with his final thrusts, I felt two hands fondling my tits. It couldn't be Suresh because his hands were spreading my thigh open while driving his cock into my love tunnel. When I opened my eyes, I saw Anup holding a 9-inch or larger cock in one hand and caressing my left tits with the other.

For a little moment, I pondered. Is this something that only Indian women do? Is it just me who has been unfaithful? Am I the first person to be possessed by two dicks in the same night? Is anyone going to find out about this? All of the responses were negative.

I closed my eyes and let things unfold; within minutes, I had a ten-inch cock in my mouth, and for the rest of the night, both of these guys fucked me till 5 a.m., at one point I had two cocks in my mouth. While I was on top of Suresh, he put his slightly smaller cock into my asshole, and Anup, not wanting to waste any time, shoved his long venous penis into my asshole.

I took a shower and sat next to Surojit in bed; I had come 10 times that night and was absolutely fatigued but also completely satisfied. Now my two lovers fuck me every day, but it has never damaged anyone's life; my husband is properly cared for by my two lovers, and I am busy planning the wedding of my eldest daughter, who is marrying a young man of her choice with our blessing.

Surojit is relieved that there are at least four additional hands to assist us with the wedding preparations, and he also loves the companionship of the two gentlemen.