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The knock on the front door startled me. As I slipped out of the bed, my phone buzzed. A message from Harini. “I have sent him to check on you”. I checked the time. 11:48 PM. Was that Ram at the door? I walked quietly to the front room and checked the eyeglass. It was Ram. He must have heard me come up to the door because he said softly “Mira, it’s Ram. Open the door”. I paused for a second, perplexed, undecided, as the day’s events flashed by in my head. My husband was supposed to return from a long work trip today but had called very late in the day to say he had to call off his trip. His excuse didn’t really matter. Things had been going downhill for a while, frequent misunderstandings, verbal spats, his travel was taking a toll on our relationship. I had been looking forward to having him home, discuss issues we had been having and treat him to a really good time. I had preened, spent money at the salon, had some light makeup on, did my nails.. purchased a revealing, sexy nightie … I was hot and ready for him. So when he called to cancel, I had called Harini and had vented my unhappiness and frustrations with her. My husband and I had known Harini and her husband for a few years now. While I had grown very close to Harini, my husband and Ram while not close buddies, were friends nonetheless. Ram used to be quite friendly with me, he would tease, make advances, especially when the two of us were found alone. I knew he liked me, I had caught him staring at my physical assets quite a few times and he had not once flinched when caught. But I didn’t take his salacious banter or advances too seriously, we were all just friends, hanging out and enjoying each other’s company.
Over the past year with my husband taking up travel, I had been spending a lot more time with Harini and Ram. So even though it was so late, after the initial hesitation, I opened the door to let Ram in. As I quietly closed the door behind him I suddenly felt very naked in the flimsy silky spaghetti nightie I had on me. It complimented my curves very well. But now it was drawing the unintended attention of another man, the cleavage, the bare legs and my curves in a figure hugging nightie stopping just a few inches below my v. I could feel my heart beat a little faster, my nipples were making their presence known through the low cut top. I tried to cover up a little folding my hands over my chest but that only accentuated the cleavage. I nervously asked him “What are you doing here so late? I am okay, tell Harini not to worry”. Ram didn’t say anything for a second, his eyes roving over my near naked person in admiration. Then he replied. “Harini and I talked after your conversation with her and we just wanted to make sure you were okay. You were sounding so glum and angry, I had to come over and check.” He took a pause and then continued. “I am glad I did not wait till the morning. You look delicious in this dress.” I blushed a little with this comment, feeling all the more conscious of his close physical presence and my wardrobe. He took a pause “Your husband does not know what he missed tonight but now that I am here, I will set things right.”
He took me by my elbow and guided me to the bedroom. Harini and Ram had been to our apartment many times before and of course Ram knew the layout. I resisted a little. “Ram, what are you doing?”. I was getting quite nervous now. “I have something to show you” said Ram. I was confused. What did he mean by that? We reached the bedroom, it was dimly lit by a lampshade resting on the nightstand. He sat me down on the edge of the bed, my nightie climbed up, dangerously close to revealing my shaved crotch. I was not wearing any panties. I hardly ever wore bra and panties at home, certainly never going to bed. Without another word, Ram dropped his pajamas. He was not wearing anything under and I was now staring at his semi erect penis. Ram is around 6’, about 190 lbs. He was not the gym kind of guy, but he had meat in the right places, with well-built arms, shoulders and legs. He was not lean and skinny like my husband. So there I was, almost in a state of shock looking at his stout legs, hair all trimmed and almost transfixed by his thick, long attractive cock. I could never have imagined the day to be unfolding the way it was now. I was broken out of this spell when he took a step closer and commanded “Hold it.” My face was now inches away from his penis, my head at the level of his stomach, I am 5’2”, seated, him 6’, standing. I looked up at him with fear, shock and anger all mixed “Ram, wha… what are you doing?” In response, Ram took his t-shirt off to reveal his broad bare chest. He was now completely nude, less than a foot away. “Didn’t you tell Harini you wanted my cock?” asked Ram calmly. My heart was pounding now as a conversation with his wife a few months back flashed before my eyes. I had been skimming through some pictures on her phone when I came across a video showing Harini, eyes open, looking at the camera, holding a thick long dark cock at the base while she sucked the head expertly. Harini had caught me staring at the video and had chirped nonchalantly “That is Ram and he took that video yesterday. He is kinky like that.” I had been surprised, embarrassed but had found it hard to pull away from what I was seeing. We had some girly fun talk after, with me acknowledging Ram certainly carried quite the package. If I had a similar tool at my disposal it would be in my mouth as well every day and she was lucky. She had teasingly said she would let me borrow him whenever I wanted, that is what friends were for. We had of course laughed it off.
Again I was pulled back to the present, this time as I felt Ram roughly grabbing my long hair in his large right hand as he pulled my face towards his cock. As his cock touched and rubbed on my face, I tried to squirm my face up to look at him in protest. The instant its head had touched my cheek I had felt the moistness, smelt his precum. As I looked up and opened my mouth to speak, he pushed his cock in my mouth. This had all happened too fast for me to process. Ten minutes back I was going to bed with an empty stomach as I had decided to skip dinner, angry, depressed and cursing my husband. And here I was now, with an unexpected visit and an even more unexpected visitor in my mouth. I was surprised not only with the turn of events but also with the size and weight of it stretching my mouth. He had started to slowly fuck my mouth moving his hips in a gentle practiced rhythm, holding my head by my hair in a tight grip so I could not turn my head or neck. My vision glassed as tears brimmed, I was beginning to realize the enormity of what was happening. I had never been unfaithful to my husband even if I had found other men attractive and would have never solicited this. Almost u*********sly and unwittingly, my right hand trembling as it had been, crept up to touch and feel this thing that was violating my mouth. Saliva mixed with some of his precum was beginning to leak from the sides of my mouth. I was trying to make sure my teeth was not hurting it, it was almost as if I had accepted what was happening. Something deep inside me had been desiring this, it had been a roller coaster of a day, I was emotional, perhaps badly needing some love and attention.
After feeling and appreciating the length, the veins on his engorged penis, my right hand settled at the base pushing back his shaved balls ever so gently. I didn’t even realize when he eased off fucking my mouth and my hand and mouth took over, my hand grasping it firmly at the base, now gently stroking his hard meat, pulling his foreskin back as my tongue met the large head for the first time. “Don’t forget the twins.” he said as he brought my left hand to his testicles. I submissively cupped his balls and as I gently massaged and cupped them with my left palm, I couldn’t help admiring how big and heavy they felt. They looked too big for my tiny hand and my thoughts began to stray into how they would feel banging into my perineum. I was almost certain I was moist if not wet between my legs now. I once again cursed my husband. His thing should have been in my hands, not another man’s. But then, I seemed to have traded for something better.
“Good girl. I knew your beautiful mouth was very capable” he said as he encouragingly guided my head. My mouth was beginning to foam with drool and precum, my tongue getting a bit tired, licking his glans, circling the large bulbous head and sucking the rest of it in my mouth, I had not much practice recently and certainly had never encountered Ram’s size. With him gently pushing it deeper in my mouth, I was trying hard to accommodate his length and girth but it was already glancing off the back of my throat. I had swallowed less than half of it, I knew any more would end up going down my throat and make me gag. Ram’s hands had moved from my head to my neck and then the shoulders. Without saying as much, he pulled the straps of my nightie down, as they slid down, the top collapsed on my lap, revealing my proud breasts dotted by perfectly placed medium sized brown and erect nipples. Ram let out a sigh of appreciation. I couldn’t imagine what his view was like from the top but I knew I must have looked fine. I knew I had a good body, my breasts were the right size for my petite 130 lb frame and I was very much in shape with a behind that got plenty of attention from men. I closed my eyes as I felt Ram fondling my breasts, rubbing his rough hands over my sensitive nipples and when he pinched them gently I had a small orgasm. I had to cough out his cock from my mouth and place my hands on the bed to balance myself. I was trembling, swallowing the saliva and juices still in my mouth, still keeping my eyes closed, when he pushed me on my back. I was at the edge of the mattress, being pushed back on my back made my nightie ride higher exposing my shaved and bald pussy.
Ram let out a low whistle as he said “Lovely lips, great landscaping, you are even prettier than I had imagined”. He was obviously referring to my shaved cunt and labial lips. I had my eyes closed, didn’t really know what to say or do. I felt emotionally drained, confused, exposed, almost dirty thinking a man other than my husband had set eyes on my treasures and I was letting him. He took a step back and spread my legs, placing his big strong hands under and around my thighs from below in one swift motion. I opened my eyes in alarm now, I felt very open and vulnerable and while I had enjoyed the earlier sexual contact, I was very, very defensive about this going any further. With my head raised off the bed, my eyes met his. He was bent over, his nose and mouth hovering over my pussy which was very aroused by now. Maintaining eye contact, his brawny hands keeping my legs spread and raised, he brought his tongue out and teasingly licked my clit with the tip of his tongue. Once, twice, thrice each time using more tongue than the last time. I shuddered. My head dropped back to the bed, my eyes closed again and I let out a deep sigh as he dragged his tongue, now flatter, over my labial lips, top to bottom and back. He licked and teased the outer lips this way for a while and then dived into the inner folds almost caressing the clit, kissing and sucking the folds. I was getting dizzy, my hands clenching the sheets either side of my head, my eyes closed tight, my head to the side as I savored this incredible sensation. I never had anyone place their pucker there before, Ram was the first. My soft moans matched his licks and dips and then he paused, raised his head and said “You are very tasty Mira. And very wet.” I felt his breathe as he moved up, over my tummy and now it was the turn of my breasts to experience his mouth and tongue. I gasped as he took turns on them, licking the areolas, deftly nibbling the nipples, he was easily about take a sizable amount of breast, nipple and all into his large mouth. And he would suck and suck on the pound of flesh, gently twirling his tongue over my nipples and alternating shallow with deep sucks. If I was wet earlier, he had me leaking now.
I had been so enjoying what was happening to my breasts I did not realize I had been u*********sly enjoying his love meat rubbing on my pussy, at times coming to rest between the lips. He had moved his arms from under my legs, his palms now resting on the bed supporting his heavy, broad upper body and his forearms had spread my legs even wider. I had been tossing my head from side to side, my eyes tightly shut, my teeth and fists clenching, unclenching, moaning, gasping, trying to fight the intense orgasm building between my legs. Then he stopped and raised himself, pulled me by my thighs to the edge of the bed so part of my naked butt was now over the edge, raised my legs over his broad manly shoulders and I felt its head pushing into my soaking wet pussy. Realizing what was about to happen, I screamed and tried to push him off. “Noooo.. Ram, please don’t, I cannot do this, we are friends, I am sorry but let me go.” But it was like trying to push an ox and from the position I was (lying down), it was almost futile. With a slight annoyed grunt, he pinned my hands down over my head with his right hand and thrust his cock hard into my pussy. Though I was very wet, I had not been prepared for his big penis. There was no warning, no slow or gentle entry. Though my body had been screaming for a fuck prior, I would have said “No” if he had taken it slower. I would have come to my senses. Perhaps. I began to sob, partly with the burn he had caused with the violent entry, partly because of the sudden sense of guilt. This didn’t seem to bother him. He had entered an inch or two with the first thrust, he now flexed his hips back withdrawing a little, then rammed it in again. And again. And again he went, forcing himself deeper inside each time, withdrawing most of his penis and then thrusting it hard inside my vaginal folds and he did not stop till he was buried to the hilt. On the last few thrusts, I felt him banging my cervix, I did not even understand how he could even put all of it inside my small vagina, but he did. He had almost ripped my pussy apart in under a minute. My vagina was on fire, pulsating, hot, hurting, stretched like it had never been before and trying hard to adjust to the big intruder inside her. He had muffled my screams placing his mouth over mine. He now let go off my mouth, he still had my arms pinned over my head, my legs supported on his shoulders and then he pulled all the way out. Ram said “You were very tight. I hear your husband is about average, if he enters you again, he will easily tell things have changed”. He let that register, pausing to enjoy my mortification, positioned himself, found my pussy’s entrance easily and ripped into my now sore vagina in one hard violent thrust that buried him again to the hilt. I gasped as the breath was knocked out of me. I felt him in my stomach. Surprisingly, the shame and hurt apart, the violent sex he was delivering had rapidly built up an intense orgasm. I was just unable to process that feeling. How could I be possibly enjoying this? But some part of me was. The other part, the typical cultured mindset with deep rooted values was in denial and fighting for modesty to be regained.
Still hard and deep inside, Ram spoke. “You have been such a cock tease, prancing this butt…” he paused and moved his left hand down to grab my left ass cheek in a strong grip “… and these tits, braless…” and he let go off my ass and moved his hand over and mauled my breasts, pinching my nipples as he moved between the s****rs and then continued “.. in my face for far too long. You had this coming for a while. Ever since Harini told me about your conversation, every time I fuck Harini now, I am only able to cum when I think about you. You fucking whore..” he almost shouted “ you think titillation is a game?”. My brain was in a tizzy now. Even as I was still enjoying his hand on my breasts and his penis parked deep inside my vagina, my brain was trying to process everything he had just said. Guilt and realization swept me. He was right, I had worn low cut jeans and tops many times around him, especially when my husband was not around (he would not have approved), had gone braless and panty less during several such wardrobe choices. When bending down, I had made no effort to cover and had at least on a couple of occasions made sure Ram was over by where I was or next to me or looking at me. It had just been my way of teasing him, nothing more. I managed a weak “Ram, I am sorry, you are right, I should not have teased you in such a manner, I was just playing and really did not mean to upset you or anyone else or things to get to where they are now.” Ram seemed to relax a bit but then in a somewhat rough manner, shoved my legs off his shoulder and commanded “Get your legs on the bed, turn over, I want your knees positioned close to the edge, your butt over the edge facing me, your head and hands resting on a pillow. I want you offering me that butt now.” He finished saying this sternly, almost with a growl. Almost in a daze, I did as I had been instructed. He seemed pleased with my obedience. He slapped my butt cheeks a few times and I yelped as they tinged. “You have a lovely round ass Mira, I have been wanting to see you this way for a while. Now be a nice little doggie, say you are sorry and beg me to fuck you.” I could not understand what had become of the kind, funny Ram I knew. This Ram was being a sadist dominant fucker. I had never been sexually dealt with in this manner, and in spite everything that had transpired, this manner of submitting myself to his commands was giving me a kinky kick of its own. Our relationship had changed irreversibly in the last 30 minutes and he was revealing shades of me I never knew existed. So I told him I was sorry and said “Ram, please fuck me.” He said “Again, and a little louder this time”. I obeyed and then I felt his penis at my hole, he held me tight at my waist and ploughed his hard thick cock inside. I had rested my head and hands on a pillow, my butt jutting up and outwards for him to see and enjoy. His first rough entry would have pushed me down had his strong hands not held me in place. He picked up a rhythm now with long strokes, hardly missing a beat, going deeper with each stroke, pumping my poor pussy hard with his large heavy meat. “Phack, phack, phack, phack…” the tiny room echoed with the sounds, the squish of my wetness meshing into the loud slaps of our bodies making contact. I felt my perineum getting assaulted by those heavy balls, just the way I had imagined. My breasts were swaying freely as he fucked my pussy vigorously. I brought my hands down to my sides and held his legs. The buildup had been intense, I screamed and climaxed with a huge orgasm, the uncontrolled action propelling me away from Ram. He had probably sensed this because he pulled out at the same time and used his strength to gently guide me sideways on my right and laid me in the middle of the bed. He then crawled up on the bed behind and spooned me, wedging his throbbing huge wet dick between my butt cheeks and put his heavy burly left hand over me, grabbed and massaged my breasts and nipples delicately, kissing me erotically on my neck and left ear. We both were perspiring, breathing hard but my breasts and nipples were feeling warmer now with his touch, my pussy was throbbing but in a happy way, a deep happiness and calm was settling over me like a warm blanket. Though this man was not my husband, in just under an hour, he had transformed my day, no really my life and had showed me what I had been missing. I was thankful almost grateful he had fucked me and I was willing from that point on to please him in any way I could. After a few minutes he rolled me over on my back. I realized he may not have cum, I had certainly not felt him or was he going for seconds? I wanted him to cum in my mouth, I wanted to taste him, the preamble had tasted quite palatable earlier when I had him in my mouth.
He used his strong thighs to spread my legs and then spread them even more with his hands under my thighs, his huge hands grabbed my butt cheeks in a strong grip. He leaned over me. The way he had my legs stretched at 45 degrees was a strain on my legs, all his upper body weight was on me, it was getting hard to breathe but I adjusted, did not grumble and circled my hands over his broad back. I then felt his dick, which seemingly didn’t understand fatigue, enter my stretched, chaffed, tired but still wet pussy. He banged it in ferociously, pulling himself out almost all the way and driving it in again. And again. He was turning me on again, I had forgotten my initial discomfort of this position and had my hands circled around his back, holding him tight as I yelped with his demonic thrusts. All the angst, sexual tensions and frustrations between us were culminating and being released by his savage fucking. As he developed his rhythm again, I was building an orgasm, moaning, crying, sometimes moving my hands up and down his back as I was now completely overcome by the pounding he was giving me. The mattress creaked under his onslaught, “phack, phack, phack, phack….” I was worried if the neighbors would hear. He hammered my pussy this way without a break for what seemed like a very long time before he began to slow down and I heard him take deep long breathes as he began to tense. I sensed he was going to cum, as he began to disentangle himself and pull out, I reached down with my hands to his well-developed meaty buns and pulled them into me, even as I pushed my pelvis up to lodge him completely deep inside. He understood what I wanted, made no more effort to pull out and I then felt him erupt inside me. He jerked and jerked his hips, grinding his pelvis into mine. He was buried all the way in, I felt his head pushing hard, surely he must be spewing his semen into my cervix. He did not want even a drop wasted, he did not ask me if I could get pregnant, he must have wanted to cum deep inside me for a long time, the poor boy. I felt my vagina getting filled with his hot semen, some of it was going to run off, no matter what he wanted. As both of us relaxed, sweaty but happy, I turned to find him facing me. We kissed and our tongues met in a deep passionate kiss. He raised himself off me and pulled himself out of my pussy which was a soaking mess now. He looked at my heaving chest appreciatively, then down at my vagina and said “Well… I hope your pussy is feeling better now. Did she get it right?”. I simply nodded shyly.
Ram shuffled over on his knees besides my face, his big limp dong hanging invitingly. I immediately understood what he needed. I turned sideways, gently raised his heavy member, which was coated with our coital juices with one hand and began licking and cleaning his balls. My touch and the work my tongue was putting in must have appeased because it awakened the monster in my hand. It began to swell and extend in my tiny hand as I gently stroked it and continued licking and sucking his balls below. I was looking up and was left in wonder as the limp warrior transformed into a majestic handsome b**st. I moved up from the balls and started at the base of his penis, licking, sucking, cleaning and swallowing our juices off his shaft and did not stop till I had his head in my mouth.
He missionary fucked me again but this time with his arms under me pulling me up, chest to chest, allowing me to be free with my legs, keeping his weight off me. He was gentler as he drove into me, the fuck was amazing and he listened to my moans and cries and adjusted the rhythms of his hips to my orgasms, of which I had multiple. By the time he let me go, I was drained and completely exhausted. It had been incredible. He had pulled out and was now lying down on the bed, a well-deserved rest. He motioned and pulled my head down. I started with his shaved balls again making sure I did not miss a spot, stroking his penis with my petite hand at the same time. I then moved up and while gently massaging and cupping his balls, gave his erect member the full attention of my mouth. I used a good amount of saliva and gagged quite a few times as I tried to take him as deep into my throat as I could. After about 10 minutes I sensed him getting tense. I moved my hand just under the large penis head, holding him a little firmly there, used short strokes while I massaged his balls with the other hand and put my mouth over his cock. I flicked the glans with my tongue and never closed my mouth over his penis. In a few seconds he came heavily and shot his load all over my tongue, thick sprays of his cum hit the back of my throat and ran down the insides of my throat. I turned my head to look at him. He looked satisfied, relaxed and even slightly bemused with how attentive I had been to taking his cum in my mouth. I used my two hands to stroke and pull his penis into my mouth squeezing out any remaining cum as I bobbed my head down and sucked vigorously, yet gently. Once I was sure he was completely drained, I took his penis, which was now getting a little limp, out of my mouth, moved his foreskin back and forth over the head and as that trickle of cum appeared at the mouth of the head, licked it up slowly bottom to top, keeping my eyes locked on his.
We showered together, our hands again enjoying each other’s bodies, our lips meeting more than once. We dried ourselves, I found my nightie and put it back on, he found his dress and as I walked him to the door, I asked “What are you going to tell Harini?” The time was 2:59 AM. We had fucked for almost 3 hours. He smiled and said “Don’t worry, she is waiting for her fuck and she will get it now”. I was a little dumbfounded. Was he being serious? I opened the door and he pulled me to the open entrance, hugged and kissed me, his big hands naturally went down and grabbed my naked ass and mauled them for a while. I was a little bothered, he had his hands on me in full public view, the hallway light was on, so anyone outside could see my naked state, could see us kissing and could see his hands now fondling my breasts. But it was middle of the night and I did not want to spoil his mood after all the time he had given me and so I let him play with my body in full public view for those few minutes, even when he pulled up my nightie exposing and rubbing my shaved pussy. Finally satisfied he had made quite the scene for anyone watching, he waved goodbye and was gone.
I closed the door, switched off the lights and crawled into bed. I lay there still for a few minutes, trying to replay and understand what had just happened. How would this play out with my husband? Would he find out? What is Harini going to say when she finds out? What is Ram going to tell her? Will Ram fuck me again? There were so many questions dancing around in my head with no answers. I decided to check my phone before I would try and sl**p. 2 messages. One from Harini, the other from my husband. My heart beating fast, I opened Harini’s message first “Has he left?” Time of text was 3:05 AM, right about the time I was seeing Ram off. I didn’t know what I could reply and if I should even respond. The text from my husband was at 12:15 AM, around the time I was deciding if I should take Ram’s penis in my mouth. It read “Rescheduled flight, see you later today. Looking forward to seeing you”. ‘Bastard!’ My head screamed as I curled up in a fetal position and cried myself to sl**p.
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