Misc. Erotica Donor Uncle in Apartment

As he dressed and got ready to go out, and Shyamlaal was away in the yard where he could not hear them, he pulled Savita into the bedroom and asked her in a soft voice about Shyamlaal's loan. Savita replied it was 20,000 rupees, he thanked his lucky stars. That amount of money was a mountain for a rickshaw puller, but it was a peanut for him.

"Shyamlaal, get the rickshaw out." he yelled, appearing at the door. "Let's go."

"Yes, sahib." As Shyamlaal came back, stood near the door, Pawan Kumar grabbed Savita by her boobs and kissed her as she eagerly opened her mouth for him. He squeezed her ass over the thin sari that she was wearing. Shyamlaal stood like a wimp watching him caress his wife. Pawan Kumar gave Savita a parting smack on her trunk and she purred with pleasure.

"Let's go."he said.

Their first stop was the furniture store. That was the only wretched furniture shop situated at the end of slum with it's tin roof. Pawan Kumar could well guess that all the furnitures were used and secondhand,and these used furnitures were simply painted with glazing colors on it. He thought and smiled that the shopkeeper was well aware of the facts that these slum people who were poor might not afford quality and luxurious furnitures and they were not deserved for those. So,he was deceiving them by selling these cheap furnitures.

Shyamlaal was away near his rickshaw. The shop keeper said, "Sahib,you seem to be a rich people. What would you do with these cheap furnitures?"

Pawan Kumar said,"I want to gift these to my servant."

The shopkeeper replied, "Then it is ok. They would be very happy to receive these."

Pawan Kumar picked out a nice dining table with four chairs. It was small enough to fit their hut, then he picked out a sofa set containing a three-seater and one seat. He instructed the furniture owner to send the furniture immediately to the address of Shyamlaal. He immediately arranged to send the same in front of him. Pawan Kumar paid the amount to the furniture owner which was a very small amount for cheap furniture. Then he called Shyamlaal for return. Shyamlaal was very obliged as he never dreamt of such furniture in his hut. By the time they reached, the furniture was placed in proper place of Savita's hut. Savita was very pleased to receive them. Now, her status in nearby slum neighbors had increased.

"Do you...want some water?" Savita asked.

"Yes, that would be nice." Pawan Kumar said, and sat on new sofa.

He looked around the living room curiously. Savita returned with a tray that had a glass of water. Shyamlaal also sat on new sofa, and felt himself very proud.

Savita sat down on the sofa with a couple of feet of space near him.

"Savita, I want to take some rest as due to scorching sun, I am sweating profusely. I will take bath after sometimes," said Pawan Kumar, and went inside the bedroom.

Pawan Kumar was lying in bed, and thinking something, his thought was interrupted by the sound of the sharp knock at the main door.

Savita quickly wiped her face with her pallu and said," Who is it?"

There was no answer.

"Who is it?" she repeated.

Still no answer. She clucked her tongue, got up and went towards the door. Pawan Kumar heard the door open.

"What's the purpose of your visit at this odd hour, Basanti," the voice of Savita could be heard.

"I want to meet, Uncle," the female voice replied.

"What happened, Basanti?" asked Shyamlaal.

"Uncle, I need some money as my husband has gone outside, and he will be back by tomorrow." replied the female voice.

"Basanti, where can I get money? I have no money to give you. I am a poor rickshaw puller. Better you ask your aunty," replied Shyamlaal.

Then there was the female voice," Savita Aunty, please help me, I need some money."

Pawan Kumar could guess Savita did not respond her rather she ordered her husband, "My god, I have forgotten to tell you for mutton keema (a meat item). Immediately, you go to market, and purchase it which I would prepare for lunch."

Pawan Kumar could heard Shyamlaal going out.

"Basanti, stay away from me, you smell like an animal, I will vomit if you come near to me, and don't seat on that sofa, you will soil it. Sit on the floor." Pawan Kumar could hear Savita's angry voice.

"Aunty, in our area, there is no water supply for a week, and with much difficulties, I have arranged for drinking water. Neither I have taken bath nor I have brushed my teeth for a week due to lack of water," replied the female voice.

"You see, Basanti, I have donated you enough money in past. I have no money to donate you now as I am the only earning member of my family, and are well aware of your uncle, the drinker and gambler," replied Savita.

The female voice said, "Savita Aunty, don't tell lie to me. You are working in a Bank, and you are a rich lady. See this furniture, sofa set, and dining table/chairs which you have purchased today. Now also, you sent uncle to market for mutton keema, so don't tell me lie. Rather you say that you don't want to give me money."

"Basanti, don't argue with me. My boss, our Bank Manager has gifted all these things. Now, he is our guest, and taking rest in our bed room. Make your voice low, you fool," admonished Savita.

Out of curiosity, Pawan Kumar got up, and entered in to living room. He could see a beautiful young woman, aged around 20 years, brown colored, not much black like Savita. But She was with unkempt hair, scruffily dressed in a torn sari, her hair matted, uncombed, dirty and scattered. Her body and clothes were messy, dirty and covered in dirt. Pawan Kumar wondered what a beggar woman was doing in the house of Savita. He closely watched her, she was without petticoat and panty. The curves of her buttocks and crotch area were visible which she had adjusted with much difficulties in a torn saree. She had no bra beneath her torn blouse. As the left portion of her blouse, just near her left boob was torn, a piece of flesh of her boob was visible which she was trying to cover with her pallu.

Seeing him, both of them remained silent.

"Sorry Sahib, to disturb you from your rest. She is Basanti, our daughter in-law. I mean she is wife of our nephew, son of my husband's elder brother. Her husband, our nephew is a rickshaw puller, and now has gone outside for some work. She lives in the other part of the slum," said Savita.

"What's the matter?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"The problem is that she also works as a sweeper in a colony. They are married for a year. Both wife and husband earn money, but they would spend more than their capacity, and always this daughter-in-law would come to me and asking for money. In past, even few days before also I have donated money to her. Her husband, our nephew is also a heavy drinker like my husband. I am tired by donating her money frequently, and it has become her habit to beg me always. Now, I vow to never donate any money to her, she has become parasite to me. Sir, see her, how she is living, such a wretched lady, and she stinks as she has not taken bath for a week. I despise her," said Savita.

Basanti giggled to Pawan Kumar, and greeted him. Pawan Kumar felt that she was a shamless woman.

"Now, you can leave, Basanti, I will go to bathroom" said Savita, trying to drive her out from her house.

Basanti remained silent for a moment, then turned towards Pawan Kumar, and said in a shameless manner, "Sahib, you are a very big and rich person. Why don't you give me some money?"

Pawan Kumar smiled, and said, "OK, I will give you money but what would you do in return of my money?"

For a moment, both the women were puzzled. Savita looked at him in astonishing face.

Pawan Kumar said, "Savita, ask her whether she would let me fuck?"

Basanti was so happy, she never imagined that such a strong personality, a tall white complexed, muscular person from a civilized society would ask to fuck her. She had never been fucked except her husband during their marital life of one year.

Before Savita could reply anything, Basanti replied, "Sahib, I am ready to be fucked by you."

In an angry voice Savita said to Pawan Kumar, "Sahib, I am very sorry to say that your choice is very worst."

"Savita, she may be worst choice, but she is very young, I will definitely enjoy her," said Pawan Kumar.

"OK Sahib, it is up to you. But fuck her on floor. Don't let her to fuck on my new sofa, she would soil it as she is so dirty. I am going to bathroom, but please finish your fucking before my husband returns. Enjoy Sahib," said Savita, smiled and winked at Pawan Kumar. She left the living room.

A seconds later, he heard the bathroom door close.

Basanti reached below her neck to unbutton the torn blouse carefully as her already torn blouse was soaked with sweat, and a slight forceful pulling would tear it in two parts. She was bathing in perspiration as her whole body was soaked with sweat, and her torn saree was clung in to the cheeks of her buttocks like a sticker as the poor woman had even no panty nor petticoat beneath her saree. She raised her two hands carefully to remove her blouse as she had no bra under her blouse. Basanti discarded her torn blouse at her feet. Revealed in there in her upper nude portion were her firm, ample breasts which resided above her ever-so-slightly curved belly -- the body of a ravishing woman. She had large, heavy and rounded breasts popped out as she had not become a mother. The protruding nipples sticked out from large round brown areolas looked so erotic that Pawan Kumar had a hard one.

"Basanti, remove your saree also," said Pawan Kumar.

Then she removed her torn, sweat soaked saree very carefully, and now she was completely naked. Waaooo...she had a slender and prominent body with fleshy thighs. She had a dense of too much thick pubic hairs between her two legs. Pawan Kumar glanced at her body as if he was mesmerized, he never imagined that slum woman could have such a sexy body.

He went near to slum woman, and embraced him tightly. A stench smell was coming from her body as she had not taken bath for a week. He embraced her tightly, and to her surprise, started to lick her sweat ridden face like a dog. Pawan Kumar liked the salty taste of her sweat. Then Pawan Kumar started to kiss on her lips, a foul breathing was coming from her mouth, so Basanti pulled his face away.

"What happened Basanti?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"Sahib, please no...I don't want that you should kiss me nor you should touch my body with your tongue. Simply fuck me. I don't want a neat and clean person like you should kiss me. As you know, due to lack of water, I have not taken bath nor brushed my teeth for a week. I can feel my unpleasant breath myself very badly, please don't kiss me,"

"You know Basanti, I don't know why, I have started to like your body smell very much, it is intoxicating me. It is very much erotic." Said Pawan Kumar.

"My darling, now I am very much determined to clean the sweat of your body with my tongue which you will find very pleasant. No need to take bath dear, I will clean it like a dog. "said Pawan Kumar smilingly.

"Open your mouth, and show your tongue," said Pawan Kumar.

There was a white and yellow mixed thick coating found on her tongue accumulated for a week as Basanti had neither brushed her teeth nor cleaned her tongue, and a very unpleasant and foul breath entered in his nostrils. Pawan Kumar found this odor more erotic.

He started to lick that coating from her tongue, and gulped down her tongue coating mixed with her saliva. After 2 minutes, he made clean of her tongue.

"Now, Basanti, raise your hands, I want to smell and clean your armpits hairs which are soaked with sweating," said Pawan Kumar.

Without questioning, Basanti raised her hands, she had abnormal thick long hairs in her armpits, and a strong stench was emitting from her armpits. Pawan Kumar sniffed her armpits like a dog, and started to lick the hairs to remove the sweat. The salty taste was quite delightful to his senses.

Basanti had never dreamt that a rich gentleman would do all these things to her, a dirty and beggar woman of a slum. Now, he was not a human being but a demi-god to her.

Then Pawan Kumar left her, and sat on sofa. He glanced the naked body of Basanti from distance.

"Now, Basanti, come near me, and suck my cock," he said to Basanti.

Basanti's nude body had got Pawan Kumar aroused, much to his chagrin, and so when Basanti came near to him, held his cock tenderly in her hands, it was already stretched to its length of 9 inches. Basanti had never seen such type of huge monster dick. She was afraid, and had a doubt in her mind, could she take its full length inside her cunt?

Basanti knelt on the floor near Pawan Kumar who was sitting on new sofa, and kicked off her torn saree to make herself comfortable. Gingerly, she brought her head down to Pawan Kumar's organ and flicked its head. Pawan Kumar's whole body stiffened as if electrified, as her outstretched tongue expertly lapped down his shaft all the way to his balls. She sucked his balls devotedly, like a baby at its mother's breast, before withdrawing abruptly. For a moment the cock in her hand twitched, as if startled at the sudden loss of contact with the tongue.

A whimper of satisfaction escaped from Pawan Kumar's lips as Basanti kissed his foreskin and lovingly licked off the pre-cum that had gathered at the tip. She wrapped her mouth around his distended penis, taking it all the way in till her lips touched its base. She held this position for a while and let her tongue gently massage the sensitive skin. Then she withdrew slowly, Pawan Kumar's cock emerging gently from her mouth like a popsicle.

Meanwhile, Pawan Kumar gently moved Basanti's rough and uncombed hair aside to give his hands unfettered access to her mound. Moving his hands up and down her generous boobs, he cupped each breast in his palm, feeling its smoothness, and squeezed gently.

Basanti let out a sigh of satisfaction as she repeated her cycle of motion, increasing the tempo of her mouth while Pawan Kumar started moving her hips in rhythm to her movements. Pawan Kumar's head was thrown back, his face was a mask of ecstasy as Basanti continued to pleasure him like an experienced whore. Basanti's dirty hands, which were previously on his hips, began to move and gently caress his thighs before moving up to his crotch and teasing his balls. Pawan Kumar's hands continued to be active and he playfully moved his fingers all over Basanti's ample breasts.

Every few moments, Basanti would take her mouth off his cock and look up at him. Pawan Kumar happened to look down at one of these moments and their eyes would meet. He could see the ardent of love in her eyes which she never dreamt to receive from a civilized, fair, and upper-class gentleman, he was a demi-god to her. Pawan Kumar was also suddenly conscious of just how shocking this was, a bizarre feeling swept over him when a dirty, unwashed slum woman was making love to him ,connected physically so intensely with him which a civilized gentleman would never imagine to do even in his dreams, a thrill ran through him, reaching to his cock and making it throb in lust.

"Oh yes, Basanti," he whispered, loudly enough that Savita could hear him in bathroom. The pleasure was becoming unbearable. Basanti slowed down her movements a little bit. She continued to bob her head up and down, working her tongue to make sure that no part of his penis felt unattended to, and kept moving her hands, occasionally clutching Pawan Kumar's pubic hair, sometimes rubbing her palms gently over his belly. She was pretty good at oral sex.

His breathing was becoming labored now, and he was letting out guttural noises with increasing frequency. He was becoming more adventurous with his hands, and reached under her breasts to gain access to her nipples. Basanti's nipples became stiff. Her demi-god was good with his hands which her husband had never done within one year of her marriage. Her breasts, her thighs, her belly, her cunt, were screaming for attention. She nursed Pawan Kumar's cock even more earnestly, bringing him close to the edge.

"Basanti, please stop ... I'm going to cum," he gasped. He let out a groan expressing his helplessness. His hands sharply became more frenzied, first squeezing Basanti's breasts hard and then moving up to her shoulder and neck and finally her face. He brought his hand to the back of her head, pushing it further down his cock to push his testicles right in to her gaping mouth, almost making her gag. Basanti felt his cock twitch in her mouth as orgasm began to take control of his body.

"Ohhh, Basanti...fuck...yeah," disjointed words came from Pawan Kumar's mouth as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure rolled through his body, converging at his cock, and issuing forth as the hot wetness of his semen came out. In the throes of orgasm now, Pawan Kumar held Basanti's head in place with his left hand, playing all the while with her uncombed hair, and used his right hand to ravage her upper body. His right hand ran frantically over Basanti's naked shoulders and back, gathering lumps of flesh of her body, and squeezing hard as he climaxed. He lost count of how many times he spurted his hot seed into the welcoming mouth of Basanti, who dutifully swallowed every milliliter of the precious fluid.

She let Pawan Kumar's cock slowly go back to normal size in her mouth before taking her mouth away. She looked up at him, running her tongue over her lips to scoop up the little bit of semen that had leaked out. The corners of Pawan Kumar's mouth were upturned in a smile.

Then, Basanti pushed Pawan Kumar back on the floor, and straddled his upper body with her legs; her knees were planted firmly on either side of his chest. Pawan Kumar's arms instinctively wrapped around her, running up and down her back and underneath her naked backside. Pawan Kumar groped one of her breasts, and gasped at the sight of her breasts hanging freely, her dark brown nipples erect. Her hands lightly gripped on Pawan Kumar's shoulders, Basanti gently brought her face down to meet his. Her nose gently brushed against his before their lips met. Basanti led their kiss, first brushing her lips against Pawan Kumar few times and then gradually easing his mouth open so they could explore each other.

Pawan Kumar's heart raced as he lay on his back with his lips locked with Basanti. Tentatively, he moved his tongue forward, and found Basanti's tongue waiting for the contact. For a while, the two of them let their tongues roam over each other, before moving on to the insides of each other's mouth. The duo continued their passionate kissing, taking turns to suck each other's tongue, running their tongue over each other's teeth and inner cheeks, each delighting in the taste of the other. Both complemented their mouth-fucking with the motion of their hands. Pawan Kumar traversed Basanti's bare back with his hands, gently tracing her spine with his finger which eliciting an involuntary shudder to Basanti. He brought his hands inwards to fondle the sides of Basanti's hanging breasts and crept slowly towards her stiff nipples, which he pinched, causing her to let out a moan.

Next he turned his attention to her legs, caressing the back of her thighs till he reached the junction as which her legs were bent. He let his fingers rest for a while in the warmth created by the flesh there before tracing her calf muscles with his fingers. He moved back up, this time slipping his hand under the Basanti's ass. He moved his hand back down, touched around her ass, and squeezed. Basanti moaned, partly in pressure and partly in pain, sucking even harder on his tongue.

Basanti disengaged her mouth from his and gently kissed his nose, peppering his face affectionately with kisses as she moved down to his lips, chin and neck. Abruptly she moved her face down to the bottom of his t-shirt, which she rolled up to his nipples. She looked down at his penis and was pleased to see it was starting to stir back to life. She kissed its head lightly and showered her attention on his athletic torso, expertly massaging it using her tongue and lips. When she reached the bottom of his rolled-up t-shirt, she rolled it up even further, making him stretch his arms behind him so she could take off his only remaining piece of clothing.

Basanti was startled as Pawan Kumar suddenly sat up and roughly pushed her down on her back on the floor, staring at her hungrily. Looking at Basanti lying underneath him waiting to be fucked by him, drove him wild, and there she lay on her back, her pussy was covered with too much dense pubic hairs starting from below the naval ended with two sides of her outer lips. The hairs were so dense and big that her pussy lips were completely hidden under the bush. He carefully parted the lips, her pussy was already moist with anticipation.

Without wasting time, Pawan Kumar brought his face down to her crotch. An unpleasant odor suddenly came out from her cunt. He opened the pink inner walls of her pussy, widened with his fingers. Then he could see white and lumpy, thick cottage cheese like consistency between the folds of the vagina's labia and around the clitoral hood which was sticky. He knew that it was Smegma, the vaginal discharge of Basani accumulated for a week.

Instead of his tongue, Pawan Kumar first inserted his index finger in her vagina, probing the inside of her pussy, relishing the feel of her pussy muscles fucking his finger. He withdrew his finger, and sniffed his fingers, a very unpleasant bad smell was coming from his fingers, but he liked it, and licked the white cheese coated fingers of his.

"You taste good, Basanti," he said.

Carefully, he parted the moist pubic hair, and started running his tongue lightly up and down her slit.

Pawan Kumar dived and hungrily feasted on her pussy. Basanti's legs moved convulsively and lifted off the floor to caress his back and shoulders while he nursed her pleasure spot, tantalizingly moving his fingers over her hips and belly, stopping just short of her breasts.

Her pelvis convulsed under him as he playfully flicked her clitoris with his tongue, his thumb nursing her swollen labia. Within a minute, Pawan Kumar cleaned all the Smegma with his tongue. The inside of her pussy was now clean. She could feel herself reaching her peak as Pawan Kumar sucked harder. Her bare legs wrapped around his back, she dug in her heels, spurring him to fuck her with his mouth. Pawan Kumar felt Basanti's nether muscles involuntarily convulse as a powerful orgasm overwhelmed her body.

Basanti was in heaven. Her pussy muscles clenched and unclenched over his tongue, and the familiar pleasure permeated every inch of her body. She let out a loud, throaty moan as she reached her crescendo. Her face scrunched up in pleasure, legs spread wide as she lay on the sofa, she was the picture of a sensuous woman. Once the climax subsided, she lay heaving, her face flushed and her breathing shallow. Her heart raced with love and lust as she grinned at her demi-god, who had been watching her orgasm-ridden body with endless fascination. She patted Pawan Kumar's head and ruffled his hair in an expression of gratitude. She brought her hands under his armpits and pulled him up so that they would be face to face. She spread her legs to welcome his body.

Pawan Kumar grabbed hold of her tits, roughly crushed his lips against Basanti's boobs, and nibbled at her nipples. Basanti reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock to bring it to full readiness for penetration. Pawan Kumar's hips bucked slightly as he slowly fucked her hand.

"Oooh...I love you so much," Basanti cooed, her head thrown back to allow him to nuzzle her neck. Her shoulder braced slightly as Pawan Kumar kissed her gently at the base of the neck. He moved down to the twin protrusions of flesh, and gently encircled her areolas with the tip of his tongue. He took her right nipple between his lips and flicked the tip with his tongue, sending ripples of pleasure down her chest. He attended to the left breast with other hand, gathering up as much of the fleshy knob he could in his hand and kneading it like dough. He interchanged breasts, and repeated the same technique. He moved down, and rubbed his face against Basanti's belly, feeling the warm flesh move rhythmically against his lowered cheek.

"Fuck me, Sahib," Basanti exhorted, bringing her mouth close to his ear. Pawan Kumar looked deep into her dark eyes, "Yes, Basanti. I'm ready for it too."

With this, he grabbed hold of her knees and spread them apart, splaying her legs to allow him to reach the treasure within him. Basanti guided his stiff cock to the entrance of her slobbering pussy, rubbing its head gently up and down her slit. She closed her eyes and embraced him with her legs as he entered her.

He couldn't believe how tight, how tight was Basanti's vagina felt around his cock as he buried himself deep inside her, holding his position to savor the moment. He felt Basanti's sigh softly from the movement of her abdomen against his. Basanti's nipples rubbed lightly across his chest as he started to move inside her, fucking her with slow, deep strokes, pushing inside her until his balls slapped rudely against her ass. Basanti held him in her arms, her fingers clawing into his back, and rubbed the back of his legs with her feet. She slowly moved her legs upwards, stopping once she had lodged her heels against his ass. She lost herself in the rhythm of Pawan Kumar's soulful fucking, using her hands and toes to playfully tickle his back and ass as they moved their pelvic regions together in a symphony of lovemaking.

Meanwhile, Pawan Kumar was experiencing the most sublime sensations he had ever felt. He caressed her hair to expose her forehead and bestowed it with a kiss expressing the deepest tenderness. A wordless gaze passed between Pawan Kumar and Basanti, and they both increased the tempo of their fucking.

Pawan Kumar knelt on the floor, and reached behind him to grab hold of Basanti's legs above her ankles. He lifted them up so that they pointed straight up in the air, and pushed them down further, and also increased the angle between them, testing the limits of her flexibility.

They must have continued fucking like this for at least another fifteen minutes. Basanti was wriggling in delight beneath him, gripping on to his cock for dear life with her pussy as he penetrated her deep and hard. He had an entranced expression on his face as he made Basanti, his fuck-toy, turning his head sideways every now and then to see her expression of the face. The room was utterly silent except for the sound of their passion complemented by the slurpy sound of his penis as it slid in and out of Basanti's well-lubricated canal and the sound of his balls slamming powerfully against her ass at the end of each stroke.

During this time, Shyamlaal returned from market with mutton keema. He was about to enter, then he heard moaning, screaming, and fucking sound. He was sure that this sex starved boss of Savita was again fucking her. He felt it would be very indecent to interrupt them, as definitely his wife would kick him out from the house. But he couldn't resist himself as his cock had risen up. He just tapped the door slowly, and the door was slightly opened. Ohh...my god, what was he witnessing. Savita's boss was fucking his daughter-in-law, Basanti.

"Your pussy feels so good, Basanti," moaned Pawan Kumar, panting.

He began to pant faster, and his face contorted as he inched inexorably towards his climax. He felt Basanti's pussy muscles twitch and grip and release his penis uncontrollably as her body flew over the point of no return. This was too much for his huge old cock, which exploded in orgasm, spurting his seed deep into the recesses of Basanti's body.

"I love you, Basanti... oh... I'm coming," he whispered.

"I love you too, Sahib. You're making a beggar so happy," she moaned.

The room reverberated with the sound of pleasurable agony, as both groaned under the torrent of pleasure brought to them by their simultaneous orgasms.

His load spent, Pawan Kumar lowered Basanti's legs first to his shoulder and then brought them down to rest on the floor. For a while, both lay entwined in that position.

Savita entered finishing her bath, wrapped in a small towel. Seeing them in this condition, she smiled, and said, "Finished?" then turning towards Basanti, she asked, "Are you in your fertile period?"

"Yes, Aunty," she replied.

"Then, you are getting a white healthy baby in future," said Savita smilingly.

Immediately, they both got up and gathered their discarded clothes, which were strewn all around the floor. They dressed properly.

Pawan Kumar handed her Five hundred rupees, and advised, "Get a new saree, petticoat, bra and panty for yourself. Very soon, next time I will visit you, and give you more money."

"Thank you, Sahib," Basanti said, and left. When she opened the door for exit, she found her Uncle Shyamlaal standing there. She couldn't eye him, bowing her head, virtually she ran due to shame.

Shyamlaal entered the living room. Everything was normal as if nothing happened there few moments before.

Pawan Kumar entered the bath room. It was lunch time. They enjoyed the lunch as it was deliciously prepared by Savita.

After lunch, everybody was sitting in the new sofa, and enjoying by watching the TV.

"Savita, why don't you sit on my lap so that you could enjoy the TV more," said Pawan Kumar.

"You seem to have gotten a lot more obnoxious though." Savita said defiantly.

"Sahib, I am..." Savita started saying, but suddenly he took to rapid steps, and in a flash had her in his embrace. And had put his lips on hers.

Savita struggled, but Shyamlaal could see that his wife was no match for his hulk-like strength. Shyamlaal watched, awestruck as her boss continued to kiss his wife.

His wife had stopped struggling and now had her hands around his back. She was no longer being forced into the kiss, but was a willing, even enthusiastic participant. Shyamlaal watched, undeniably angry as well as turned on, as the kiss continued.

Then, suddenly Pawan Kumar carried his wife in his arms, and lifted her like a Bollywood hero, still the two of them were kissing. They walked past Shyamlaal ignoring him as he was enjoying himself TV on new sofa.

"No no, don't." she giggled, "Be careful, I will fall," she said, "The bed. Take me to the bed."

Shyamlaal could see Pawan Kumar lowered her down on to the bed. His wife propped herself up by the elbows as she lay on the bed, watching Pawan Kumar as he stood straight. He unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and threw it on the floor, revealing a hairy muscular chest. Shyamlaal felt a pang of jealousy as his wife let out a moan of delight at the sight of his chest. He was no match for Sahib's body.

Bare chested, he got on his knees next to the bed, and started kissing his wife again. She kissed back hungrily. Sahib's wall-like back then blocked his wife's torso from the view. all he could see were saree covered legs above knee stretched out on the bed, and her toes curling and uncurling alternately. There was absolutely no resistance to the proceedings from Savita's side. In fact, quite the opposite.

A few minutes later, he saw Pawan Kumar put his hand on Savita's smooth black legs. He then started moving the hand gradually upwards, puling the saree up. First her bare knees came into view, then her bare thighs. And then the saree stopped moving upwards. But Sahib's hand was still buried under it. A moment later, Shyamlaal could hear Savita start moaning loudly. He knew those moans. Sahib was fingering his wife! Her boss had his thick raspy fingers buried in his wife's cunt!

That jolted him out from the state of an incredibly turned on spectator to an enraged husband. What the fuck was happening? Sahib hurriedly stood up, and with his big back out of the way. Shyamlaal now saw, dumbstruck, that his wife's huge boobs were on full display. Her blouse and bra were opened. Her boobs still hanging out, and her back towards Shyamlaal.

Sahib stepped behind her, reached around with her hands and started playing with her nipples. Savita responded by resting her head on his chest.

Sahib gently grabbed hold of her blouse and bra and started pulling them off. Savita raised her hands and allowed him to, leaving her completely topless.

"Oh how I've missed these boobs from last night," Sahib said, and started biting and sucking them.

"Mmm." Savita said, "and you know what I've missed?" and Shyamlaal watched, almost on the verge of tears, as she gestured towards his crotch.

Pawan Kumar smiled happily, and unzipped his shorts. Savita bent in her waist and pulled his shorts and underwear down, revealing a semi-erect dick. Still bent in her waist, Savita took it in her mouth and started sucking it. Her blowjob technique had always been spectacular, and Shyamlaal wasn't surprised when the dick soon seemed to be fully erect. He could hear Savita making guttural gagging noises, as Sahib's shaft went in and out of her mouth.

Meanwhile, Sahib had kept himself busy too. He had bent over, and pulled up her saree and petticoat from her waist. He had slipped her panties down. And his huge hand, thanks to the long reach that his massive arms gave him, was seemingly fingering her again.

"Ohhhhh Savita, no one has a mouth quite like you." Pawan Kumar said in a breathless voice.

After a few moment, Pawan Kumar withdrew his hand. He then put both his hands on her waist. Then, Shyamlaal almost yelped in surprise as he effortless lifted her from the waist, as if he was just turning a doll around. Put her head carefully above a pillow and supported her two legs by his two hands. Savita's head was down, and her two legs were in open space above, supported by his hands. It was just like a Sirsasana (an Asana. It is translated as Supported Headstand Pose) Savita let out a squeal of joy as her legs were in the air, in front of Sahib's face. He then held her upturned body against his own, hugging it loosely.

Savita's face was facing his cock.

"Sahib!" Savita said laughing, "I am a bit heavier. You'll lose your grip and drop me on my head."

"Yeah, I can see where you are heavier." and bent his head down to bite her ass cheek, making her squeal and then laugh. "But don't worry, I am also stronger than the strength of two young men."

It was exactly the position he wanted. Her cunt just below his face, and his dick in her mouth. In a bizarre standing version of 69 that Shyamlaal had never even contemplated. By now, the outrage and the anger had drained out of him, and he was back to watching the proceedings as if he was watching a porno or a peep show. It didn't matter anymore that his wife was the one being treated like a toy by her boss.

They remained in standing 69 posture for a good five minutes or so. Sahib's tongue brought Savita to an orgasm twice, but even after her Olympic skill level cock-sucking, he had not cum. As Shyamlaal watched her blow him, hanging upside down, he felt a raging erection and an urgent need to empty his balls. His naked wife, upside down in his arms, sucking his dick and he licked her clit. Could there be anything more debauched?

Pawan Kumar seemed to have finally gotten tired of holding Savita. He slowly moved, threw her on bed softly. She giggled and spread her legs wide, inviting him into her cunt. But he said,

"You know how I like to start off."

She giggled and got on her hands and knees on the couch, her round fleshy ass invitingly jutting towards him. Pawan Kumar spanked her twice, audibly hard, and she squealed. Then he put one knee on the couch behind her leg, and slowly entered her. Savita let out a satisfied groan as his dick entered her cunt. Pawan Kumar humped her slowly, back and forth a few times, then put his hands on her waist.

And then he seemed to just go into overdrive. He started hammering her cunt so rapidly and mercilessly that Savita started howling with pleasure. Shyamlaal had never heard her howl like this during sex in 10 years of their marriage. And yet here she was, with her boss, shrieking like a child. After a few minutes of high-speed drilling, Sahib slowed down, and started fucking her gently. But Savita would have none of that.

"Harder Sahib. Fuck me harder. Keep fucking me hard. Keep me fucking me harrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd." she shrieked out.

Savita turned her head around and gave him a naughty grin as he fucked her gently, and then said,

"Sahib, why don't you say dirty stuff too?"

"You start." he spanked her on the right ass cheek, "and I'll start."

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, you son of whore. Are you tired from fucking your Randi and bitch? Is that why you're going so slow?" Savita said, almost making Shyamlaal fall off the sofa. He didn't know she would use these swear words.

Pawan Kumar let out a wide grin, started fucking her hard again.

They both started laughing even as the fucking continued, and so did the smack. Pawan Kumar pushed Savita's shoulders down so they were resting on the couch and her big boobs were squished. There she was, his wife, her ass raised in the air in their bed room, getting fucked mercilessly by her employer.

A few minutes later, Pawan Kumar withdrew his dick from his wife's cunt, and sat down on the couch, resting his back on the armrest. Savita turned around, and crawled on top of him. Shyamlaal knew she loved to be on top. It allowed her to control the pace of the fucking. But the on-top fucking with Sahib was of a different variety. She sat on top of him, took his dick in her cunt, and instead of sitting up straight and doing the fucking, laid down on top of his chest, her boobs squishing against it. Pawan Kumar put his big hands on her ass cheeks, and started drilling her upwards.

With each stroke, he could see the lower part of his wife's body rising and falling, her ass-cheeks jiggling obscenely at his assault. Her massive tits rubbed against his chest, and her mouth was open in a big O as she moaned, with her eyes closed. And all the while, loud thuds and thups as their thighs slapped against each other's.

It dawned on him that Sahib was getting her to mount him, this time with her back towards him. He positioned her feet outside his thighs such that she was now squatting with her back to him such that her cunt was right on top of his erect dick. He was trying to shove his dick up her cunt, and she was dodging it, but again, playfully. There was a smile on her face the entire time that showed that she eventually would let him in. She bit her lip, and lowered herself so that the dick entered her cunt easily.

Shyamlaal watched as his wife took his dick inside her cunt again, and started hopping up and down, getting fucked in the process. He would hear mild sounds of their bodies slapping against each other.

Pawan Kumar then put his hands around her stomach and started fucking her intensely, but taking care not to make any sounds. Shyamlaal saw Savita's mouth open wide again in pleasure, her eyes close, as she leaned back against him completely and threw her head back.

And let out a small shriek," Owww....ohhhh...ohhhhhhhh...owwwwww...." Savita yelped as Sahib now started fucking her really hard.

"Yesses...owwww owwww...oh..." and then she fell silent as her cunt had gushed out her orgasm. Sensing her cum, Sahib abruptly spurted thick hot sperm inside her cunt, and screamed, "Take my seeds...ohhhh...you will get pregnant with my baby...fuck you...aaaahhhh.

"Uhmmm..." she said with a sigh as the inside of her cunt hit with hot lava sprayed from Pawan Kumar's dick.

The fire of fury in his head was matched only by stirring in his loins. What was wrong with him, he wondered. Another feeling was his paining balls. His dick was very hard, Shyamlaal started masturbating.

Shyamlaal saw his hips jerk back and forth as he emptied his load inside her for a good 20 seconds or so.

Her cunt lips were widened and puffed up because of the semen being pumped into them, and the overflowed semen dribbled out of her cunt and was streaming in both sides of her thighs.

Seeing this, Shyamlaal spurted a thick blob of sperm which fell on the floor.

Finally, Pawan Kumar got done with his pumping and stepped back, and Savita inhaled with a loud gasp. "So, you dumped your load inside my cunt, if I get pregnant?" Savita said.

Savita folded her arms over her naked boobs, glared at him, shook her head, and walked past him. He saw her heading in the direction of the bathroom, covering herself with a towel.

Shyamlaal sat there watching the empty drawing room for a few minutes, feeling his anger boil over. He could not deny that watching all this had turned him on beyond believe. Shame could play a big part in the excitement of a cuckold. Simply not being adequate or not having the ability to sexually satisfy your wife almost always would leave you with certain levels of shame.r. Shame was still there, Shyamlaal was ashamed of himself only afterwards, but it didn't turn him on in that moment. He was ashamed that he was turned on by it, ashamed that it might actually be true, and questioning why did he crave it. Because, it was only of his cuckold nature that he agreed with her for fucking by her boss with his compulsion to get cash loan and a new rickshaw. He never regretted for what happened.

Both of them were sleeping naked in bed. In evening, after taking tea, Pawan Kumar was ready to leave. Savita ordered her husband for rickshaw so that her husband could take Pawan Kumar to his destination. Before leaving, Pawan Kumar kissed Savita deeply in her mouth, embraced her, squeezed her two big buttocks, and boobs.

He said to her husband, "Shyamlaal come to Bank tomorrow for signing required papers, and you will get a cash loan of Rs.20,000/- and a new rickshaw. Now, drop me at that place where I can get the city bus."​