Adultery Unfaithful Mothers and Housewives - Stranger_Women

We were to leave within an hour as soon as I am ready. I was ready already. As Mr. Khurana entered my office.

"How was surprise my dear"

"Oh...Daddy..." I went to kiss him. We hugged and were just about to do all the deed in the office itself.

"We will have plenty of time on the trip, for that."

"Is this business meeting or you just want to bang me daddy"

"Oh dear, you are becoming a naughty girl, of course it is business meeting", a look on my face could have shown him disappointment.

"But I did not want to go alone there, because I don’t want to come back, here after meeting and don’t want to stay there alone on my own."

"How long we stay daddy", I asked still my arms on embracing him.

"Ranjeet knows it’s only a day, but who knows, maybe had another meeting after that and you could be help"

"Now that’s naughty, daddy"

"Well yes baby, daddy should be naughty sometimes you don’t like daddy being naughty?"

"Oh no daddy, I love my naughty daddy"

Right form there we headed to airport. I was on seventh heaven it was like my second honeymoon. Or should I say my first real honeymoon. We were like newly married couple. Everyone on airport noticed us, always kissing. He could not keep his hands off me. He was fondling my boobs and ass like I was his to do anything, and he owned me. I was happy with that ,I belonged to him, for one day or as many as long we will be on trip. I was hoping It will last long.

When we reached Mumbai, we were inseparable. Once in hotel room, we remained naked whole day. We had room service never went out. He was fucking me like crazy. I loved every minute of it. He might have cum so much in me. I was shocked at the amount of cum he had given me. There was always cum dripping out of my loose cunt. My cunt was unable to hold that much cum in me.

Next day he went for meeting. Meeting lasted only two hours and he was back in room. I greeted him, with me bending naked in doggy style, for him to just enter in me. As he entered he saw me on the bed and shut the door behind him, and undressed and put his gorgeous cock in me. When he was about finish I asked him not to finish yet. And put it in my ass, I wanted to feel him in my ass.

Unlike his son hew very gentle and considerate. He put gel on my asshole and lubricated it with his finger, even his fingers were magical. He inserted his one finger, then other, and then her three fingers were fucking my asshole. He was rubbing my inner skin. It felt so naughty. Although it was not my first time that ever touched my asshole but, it never so gently.

We he was sure I was lubricated enough he put tip of his cock on my anus. A current rant through my body. Then pushed it a little. His cap was not in me, but had stretched my hole a little, which was more difficult to tolerate that if it had been in. My muscles were pushing his cock out. The he pushed a little.

"are you ok baby"

"yes daddy, push it in"

He pushed it little more. It felt so wonderful,"ooohhhhh dadddyyyeeeee"

"Oh my girl…..take it baby take it in, squeeze my cock, squeeze it with you butts."

And I did it, I sucked his cock with my asshole , every drop of his precious cum in my hole. After that anal became regular for us. This went on for four days on regular, and then his friends joined us at hotel. Three men of same age as Mr. Khurana, and each had their young play doll with them. I was older of all of them and still they were jealous of me., as each man was checking me out. But I was with Mr. Khurana right? I was his right?

We partied, enjoyed, like four couples in love. But after whole day we will head to our room and have kinky sex and love making. We had become comfortable with each other by then, every male in the group had seen me In my bikinis, while in swimming pool. I had seen them looking at me with lust. Even though they had younger chicks with them but they don’t have someone, as participating as I was and of course with these mature married boobs and ass, were like untouched territory for them.

Mr. Khurana and I would discuss it while we were in our room. And laugh. He would tell me how much happy he was with me, how it was good to feel with someone, who made other jealous of him. He felt proud of me, having such sexy and hot companion, with him.

Manohar called me when he returned home. I told him about business meeting and not knowing when it would be final, It had been already a week trip and I did not want it to end yet. When it had been 15 days, Mr. Khurana came with a weird idea. What could I do I was his girl, I was to do what daddy told me to do.

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The three friends of Mr. Khurana were, Khanna, Akram, and Ayer. We had become pretty known to each other. On that day Mr. Khurana was to take rest and I was to go with the boys so came to Akram’s room, after partying together. Akram was closest friend to Mr Khurana, it was for him Mr Khurana was ready to do this.

Since Akram was the man of honor, I had Mr. Khanna put on some tunes, some sexy soul music, and I gathered Akram in to dance. I knew I was in for a night to remember as soon as he enveloped me in his arms. He was strong, but smooth, an excellent dancer, and I shivered with lust when his hands caressed my butt.

By the third song, we were kissing hard and grinding our crotches together, and I could see lust on his face. When the song ended, Akram looked at me with penetrating eyes, leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"Why don't you strip for us, dear?" he said softly. "Show us that sexy body."

In truth, my nipples were like bullets poking into the soft material of my blouse. Akram sat down and smiled knowingly, as if he could read my mind. His look seemed to say, "you may be doing this first time, but there's a part of you that knows you are experienced in what you are doing."

Of course, if it hadn't been for Mr.Khanna, I would never have been in that situation.But he was right. I was going to enjoy the experience to the fullest, and the money was just a lucrative part of it.

And, boy, did I.

I danced to the tasty soul that was playing on sound system. These men were mostly from a generation that was a much older – more soul than hip-hop – and they were grooving to the show I was putting on as I swayed to the cool music.

I slowly undid the buttons of my blouse, so that my modest breasts were just peeking from the opening. I played at showing my tits several times before I discarded my blouse. As I danced, I played with myself, softly twirling my nipples between my fingers.

As I watched the look on the men's faces, I gauged just how long to keep the tease going, and I knew I needed to speed things along. I quickly shed my skirt, then gave each of them a quick close-up of my ass, bending over low so they could see the thin material that was snug against my asshole.

Finally I rolled onto the floor and slid the panties off my legs and gave them all a quite lewd view of my clean-shaved pussy. I really didn't much care for the bald look, but Mr. Khanna had said that Akram had specifically asked that I be clean, so I did as I was asked.

I was quite wet as I displayed myself. I slid my fingers between my labia, the pleasure mounting in my hard core. I wound up on my knees in a very suggestive pose, stared at Akram and beckoned him to the center of the room with a come-hither look.

He stood in front of me, and I reached up, unzipped him and fished out his cock, which was already hard and leaking. Like everything else about him, it was gorgeous, a classically cut piece of meat that appeared to be about 8 inches and thick. His was without a doubt the best "big" cock I ever encountered.

I took my time with it, running my tongue all over the shaft, then working it between my lips, not sucking yet, but just tasting.

At length, I opened my mouth and sucked in as much as I could take, which was a little over half. The rest I feasted, sort of feeding it past my lips.

I sucked on Akram's cock with relish, getting it all nice and sloppy, and as I did, I looked up as he was looking down at me, and we shared a smile.

As I took his cock out of my mouth to grab a deep breath, I looked around the room, and I could see Mr. Ayer squeezing the bulge in his pants as he stared at how I was sucking his friend.

I returned to my work, and as I sucked on Akram's cock, I could sense him starting to strip. He pulled off his sweater, then unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants.

Then I let his cock go free so he could complete his strip and we could get down to what I'd come there for. The room was nice and toasty from the fireplace that dominated one end of the den, and there was no chance of the cold seeping in. It was going to be hot and nasty, just the way I'd come to like it.

Akram sat back in the chair and just held his cock straight up in the air, as if it was beckoning me. I climbed onto the chair, straddled his hips, let him ease the head of his cock to my hungry, wet hole, then I slowly slid down his length until I was fully impaled on his liquid stick.

I know I groaned as Akram began to work me up and down with his powerful hands. I glanced around in a lustful haze and saw that Mr. Khanna and Mr. Ayer had removed their clothes and were feasting their dicks.

I motioned for the other two to come over to where I was briskly working up and down on Akram's cock, and they bracketed me on either side of the chair. In that position I could lean over and take them in my mouth. I alternated sucking on Mr. Khanna and Mr. Ayer while still fucking on Akram.

Akram was starting to pick up steam, however, and I could feel the little twitters that told me he was about to come. So I let the other two go and concentrated on Akram.

I leaned over and kissed him deeply, letting my tongue explore his mouth, and he reached up and squeezed my jiggling breasts, and lightly pinched my nipples. I was beginning to feel my own climax start to build as Akram's cock filled me just to the brim.

If he'd been any longer, he'd have been uncomfortable in my pussy, but as it was, he was just right. I could feel his twitching that told me he was ever so close, and sure enough, I watched him screw his eyes shut, seconds before he lurched upward and shot a fountain of cum deep in my womb.

He was just a little bit ahead of me, but as I ground my cunt on the base of his cock, where his kinky pubic hair was located, I felt a rush of sensation as I shivered in my orgasm.

I just sat there on my knees, trembling in the afterglow of orgasm. Then Akram gently slid me to the floor, his wet cock flopping from my gooey hole. He got up and relinquished the seat to Mr. Ayer, while Mr. Khanna took up position behind me.

I groaned as Mr. Khanna scudded his cock into my flooded hole in one smooth motion. I looked up through lust-glazed eyes as Mr. Ayer offered me his cock, and I swooped down on it like a bird of prey.

Mr. Khanna's cock wasn't quite as long as Akram's, maybe 7 inches, but it was almost as fat, and Mr. Ayer's cock was about the same length as Mr. Khanna's, but a bit more slender. Trust me, they were both more than adequate.

I was able to work all but the last couple of inches of Mr. Ayer's cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the shaft, while Mr. Khanna worked his cock expertly in my steaming box. He was taking it at a strong, but measured pace, fucking me just hard enough to stoke my fire to a fever pitch.

I could sense that Mr. Ayer was pretty close, so I redoubled my efforts with my mouth. In response, he laced his fingers in my red curls and began to fuck my mouth at a stronger pace. Mr. Khanna, too, was getting close, and I hurled my hips back to get all of his cock on the incoming thrusts.

About the time I felt Mr. Ayer's cock swell, he jerked his cock out of my mouth and sprayed his cum all over my face. He shot ropes of semen over both eyes, over my nose, into my hair, then slid his cock back into my mouth for me to get the final dregs of his orgasm.

Just the sheer lewdness of the act sent me tumbling over the edge, and seconds later, I felt Mr. Khanna's cock explode deep in my pussy. I shuddered in climax as he filled me with a second hard load of cum.

When it was over, there was almost a collective sigh as we relaxed.

That was just Round 1, however. After a brief respite, Akram positioned me on a coffee table right at midnight, and when the ball dropped in Times Square, he took a bottle of champagne, shook it up good, popped the cork then let the fountain of liquid cover my body.

The tingly bubbles sent waves of sensation racing through me, and then I was astounded when he pushed the neck of the bottle into my cum-drenched pussy, almost like an alcoholic douche.

I've never had an experience quite like the feeling of those tiny bubbles popping off in me. I came like a rocket right there on the table, and they didn't let up.

While Akram knelt between my legs and worked his lips and tongue over my sizzling cunt, Mr. Khanna and Mr. Ayer took up position on either side of me and took turns pouring champagne over my breasts and licking it off.

They also passed the bottle around for a toast, until it was empty and I had come again at least twice more. By then, they had all three gotten hard again, and they took me right on the table.

Mr. Ayer lifted my legs high and pushed his cock deep in my hole and he fucked me quite a long time, then pulled out and fucked my ass.

Mr. Khanna followed suit, planting a big, hard load in my rectum while Akram bent my head back and slowly fucked my mouth, until he came down my throat.

After that, we retired to Mr. Khanna's Jacuzzi where they took turns cleaning my body. I even did something I'd never done before and that was give Akram a rim job. He bent over the edge of the tub and asked me to lick his ass, and I did. I can't say I got anything out of it, but it sure fired him up.

And that led us to Mr. Khanna's bed, where they gave me a true triple penetration. Akram lay on his back, and I eased my well-lubricated ass onto his cock, then Mr. Ayer climbed between my legs and pushed his cock into my pussy while Mr. Khanna knelt beside me for me to suck him.

There was just something wicked, something slightly forbidden about letting three old men fuck me in all of my holes at the same time, and I was quickly transported into the nether world of multiple orgasms, a place I rarely visited.

Mr. Ayer was the first to come, filling my cunt with his wet load, then Mr. Khanna came on my tits and seconds later, Akram grunted hard and shot off in my ass. By then, I was absolutely a smoking shell, burnt to a crisp inside.

After a few minutes to rest and get my bearings, we untangled ourselves and I went to shower so I could be reasonably clean when I go to Mr. Khurana's Room.

When I was in our room, Mr. Khurana was already asleep. I took off my dress and got naked and climbed on bed. When I got on he was a little awake and he extended his arm.

“Did you enjoy evening baby?”

“I loved it daddy, “, I sad putting my head on his chest. He embraced me in his arm and pulled me closer. I was tired and he could tell from my voice.

“More than you did with daddy?”

“Never, daddy, never more than daddy”

“My good girl”, and then he closed his eyes. I drifted to sleep. I felt loved and cared just after I was fucked by three horny old men.

We settled into routine. I made as many trip to Mr. Khurana’s office as many I could. Ranjeet was fucking me too. As much as I loved what Mr. Khurana was giving me, I could not say hate what ranjeet was doing to me. I was loving humiliation, he sends me through. That had been my life as well fucked Office girl, taken by two of her bosses, and loving every minute of it. I was already loving what those two men were giving to me , but something was changing about what I felt for them. I hated Ranjeet, in the beginning, but now I understood that it was his way of giving me what he thought I needed and I he was right about that. And I was looking at him like a strong and real man who knows what he wanted and take it.

I already liked Mr. Khurana and now I was feeling care for him. With him I always felt safe and protected. I had no worry around him. He took care of everything. It was one month later after that hotel tryst, I found myself pregnant with a child. And from the dates I was almost sure it happened my first trip with Mr. Khurana. And odds were telling me that it was Mr. Khurana who made it in me. Why was I almost sure about it? Because after Mr. Khurana started fucking me, I had forgotten about all the protection. And just before those three horny men fucked me I was aging on the pills. But it could have been them too. But my intuition said it was Mr. Khurana, and I also wanted him to be the one, the father of my first child if I was going to have it.

I was scared how I will tell it to Mr. Khurana. Would he be angry with me, for not being so careful or would he happy to have baby with me, or he would doubt about its paternity. But one thing I was sure that he would be shocked.

I was right moment to come so that I could tell him, but because of his birthday preparations it was delayed, I had been with Khurana family log enough to be invited to these parties with being doubted. In fact I was the one approached to arrange it for him. I had met Mr. Khurana’s wife and Ranjeet’s wife, both very elegant woman, but not as hot as me. No doubt they wanted me. And I was happy to give them both what they needed.

It was his birthday party I was looking for chance to tell him, that, but I was not getting anywhere, on top of that, Mrs. Khurana being with him on his day, was making it more difficult. I was dressed to impress Mr. Khurana on his birthday, he indicated while were dancing that he was going to fuck me, when he got chance. SO I was all prepared for that.

When I was dancing with Ranjeet, he was touching me everywhere.

“You are looking hot tonight”

I was about to say something, but he continued.

“I want to fuck you now”

“But Sir…”

“No, just come to that room no 126, two minutes just after I leave”

Then he just said to his about for something and left for their room. I did as he said. And he pulled me in the room. And fucked me on the bed he had booked for him and his for that night to stay. We he was done came back to party. I was saving myself for Mr. Khurana, that night and was pissed at him, just because he was not there to take me, instead his son did that. Mr Khurana almost ignored me as his wife all drooling over him.

I was now more than just pissed at him. Leaving me there just like that. I was about to leave, and was going to my own room, when I bumped into a young and handsome boy. He asked sorry for bumping like that into me. Kid looked familiar to me, like I had seen him before, but as drunk as I was, I could not get it straight, but I was sober enough to remember what happened next. He was quiet kid that seemed awkward in the crowd and I started talking to him. We were having a good time and I noticed he was constantly looking at my tits, legs, and feet. I asked him if he liked feet and he said, very softly.

"Yeah, there's something about small women's feet."

I noticed a bulge in his pants and put my hand on his knee, making him squirm. I didn't move my hand away as I joked and kidded with him for several minutes; I gently squeezed every so often. I pissed at Mr. Khurana for not giving me attention at the party, and being able to get him to fuck me that night and was doing what was I doing to take revenge on him. I was using this young boy for my frustration. Every time I squeezed, he squirmed a little.

He abruptly said he had to go and I noticed he had a very noticeable hard on. I softly said,"Don't go," as I gently placed my hand on his bulge.

"Ah, Um, Mrs..." He stammered.

"Shhhh." I whispered, and put my fingers to his lips. Then I took his hand and said, "Come with me."

And I led him through the crowd, down the hall, and into the closet. Pressed against him, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him while pressing my stomach against his cock. Leaning back, still pressing against his cock, I sultrily asked, "Ever had a blowjob?"

"N, N, N, No." He stammered.

"Can I give you one?" I sultrily asked as I wiggled against him.

"Oh God!" He moaned.

"You deserve to play a little first." I whispered as I dropped the top of my dress exposing the tits he had tried so hard to see. He stared with his mouth open and I pulled his hands to them. He wasn't rough at all, he just gently rubbed and squeezed. Meanwhile, he didn't act as though he noticed that I undid his pants and pushed them past his hips.

He was licking his lips, so I whispered, "Go ahead and suck them."

He slowly bent to kiss and suck my nipples, while I cupped his balls in my hand and caressed his neck and head.

When he came up for air, I kissed him and stroked his cock. Then I whispered, "Want me to suck your cock?"

"Yessss." He moaned.

"Will you cum in my mouth for me?" I whispered.

"Yes. Anything." He moaned.

I kissed him again and knelt down to suck his cock. I knew he'd cum quickly and he did, but I kept pumping and sucking until he was good and hard again, for the long cock sucking I wanted. He was grunting and moaning as I gave him a slow deep-throat sucking. When he came in my mouth, I thought he was going to collapse, his legs shook so much. I took his spent cock from my mouth and kissed it before standing.

Putting his hands back on my tits, I sultrily said, "Your cum tasted, soooo good." Then I put my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

I made out with him for a few minutes as he played with my tits before pulling my dress back into place.

"This is our little secret. OK." I said, and checked the hall to see if it was all clear.

I shoved him down the hall as I sidestepped into the bathroom to regain my composure. When I rejoined the party, I discovered the boy was gone.

One of the kids said he just reappeared and disappeared out the front door running after a girl. Then suddenly it hit me what I have done. I had used a boy, without thinking of consequence for him.

I was in party when Ranjeet’s wife Sushmita asked If I knew why her son Rahul left the party. I had not known Rahul before, even if I was introduced to him, during the party I had not cared, as I was digged in my pregnant thoughts. Rahul was Ranjeet;s son, who had been studying in college, and living in hostel, there, and had come back home for his vacation. What the hell had I done, he was Rahul, Ihad fucked Ranjeet’s son and Mr. Khurana’s grandson. I had fucked father son and grandson. What had gotten into me. It was not good. And on the top of my own problem about my pregnancy.

It was next day when I told Mr. Khurana about baby, he was shocked as I predicted but he was happy too, he said he hope it was his, but even of it was from those three men, he will think of it as his, because it was for him, I did that. I was one happy woman. Mr. Khuran was excited about baby. it was different when I told this news to Ranjeet.

""How the fuck did that happen?"

"I don't know...."

"Its better be mine bitch, don't you think You will be free because you got knocked up"

This was what I got from Ranjeet. Manohar took it well, a little bit excited. It was one week after the party when Rahul came to office to meet his father. I was just passing in the lobby, as soon as he saw me He tried to escape. Fortunately I caught him.

"Rahul listen..."

"I am Sorry, I have to go..Mr. "

"Arrora, Shalini Arrora"

"Yes Mam, I am sorry but I have to go"

"No Rahul, listen,..I am sorry for..."

"No you have nothing to sorry about, it was my fault..."

"Don't say that Rahul..,"He was trying to not meet my eyes. I grabbed his hand and said dragging him.
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