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My relationship with Adeel as a man and wife virtually ceased to exist. Although he didn’t divorce me, but after that night, there was no physical relationship between Adeel and me. We still shared the same bed; every night we slept side by side, but Adeel never tried to touch me. Even if I tried to encourage or seduce him, he simply brushed off my overtures, and turned his face away. Every effort I made to seduce him bore no result, and finally I had to give up. He talked very little with me; only when it was utmost necessary. He began spending most of his time with our kids and ignored my presence altogether. His attitude made my life miserable; I lived with an overbearing feeling of guilt, which was amplified every time I faced my husband. I felt bad for him, and felt hurt by his neglect; but, I hadn’t the courage to face him. Adeel never talked about my amorous relationship with his father, nor did he try to stop it. My daily fuck sessions with my father-in-law continued unabated. Father-in-law was insatiable, always ready to stuff his cock into my horny pussy. After that first time, he became even more daring. Whenever he felt horny, he would simply called me; day or night, it didn’t matter to him. My pussy was getting more fucking than it could bargain for. I was a reluctant partner in his horny game. Like a drug addict who wanted to quit his habit but he couldn’t, I too wanted to stop my wanton relationship with my father-in-law, but miserably failed to do so. It was a weird kind of addiction, born out of fear of father-in-law, but so overwhelming, that I found it hard to say no to him every time he put his hands over my pussy. I liked the feel of his throbbing cock plundering my pussy, and even longed for it whenever he was out of town.

I had been converted into a cock hungry whore. My longing for a cock was so intense that it always overtook the feeling of remorse that I had about my husband. Many nights, after screwing my father-in-law, I laid awake in my bed beside Adeel hoping that he would get up and shove his cock into my cum filled pussy. Although I was getting a regular dose of fucking from Adeel’s father, I still missed Adeel badly. I desperately wanted him to make love to me. Was it due to my love for him or was it due to my feelings of guilt, I couldn’t say. I probably longed for his acceptance. His continued neglect of me made me crazy about him. Although Adeel was keeping a distance from me, I sensed the struggle going inside him. Often, I found him tossing in bed late in the nights. Whenever I returned from his father’s room after a prolong session of fucking and sucking, I could feel that Adeel was awake waiting for me to return. Sometime, in the nights, I woke up and found gentle stirring under the covers. It didn’t take me long to realize that my husband had been whacking his cock. Perhaps there was some hope. On one such night, I tried to take advantage of his vulnerability. When he began whacking his cock, I reached out and placed my hand over his naked belly. Startled, he jumped off the bed and scurried to the bathroom. I watched him go in utter frustration. My heart was broken. It was too much for a cock hungry slut like me; but, I hadn’t the courage to ask.

After that, he stopped masturbating in bed. Instead, he started visiting the bathroom regularly late at night, staying there for long durations. After every such visit, I found handkerchiefs or small towels among the dirty clothes in the washing machine; each of them with a big dry spot. Time flew, and I never realized that almost two years had passed since Adeel stopped making love to me. I had resigned to my fate and lost any hope of reviving my marriage again. However, things took a surprising turn after the month of Ramadan. Two days after Eid, it was almost ten thirty at night and I was getting ready for bed. The kids were already asleep. Adeel was sprawled on the bed, eyes closed; he was pretending to be asleep. Father-in-law was not in the house. He had gone to visit some relatives in a nearby town. I undid my clothes, vaguely aware that Adeel was staring at me with his half-closed eyes. It was a ritual that I performed almost regularly ever since Adeel stopped having sex with me. I never wasted any chance to let him see me naked or semi-naked, always hoping that one day my husband would start taking interest in me again. I deliberately stripped to my bra and panties, waited for my husband to savor my semi nude charms. It was weird. I was trying to seduce my own husband who seemed to have lost interest in me completely. Adeel kept his eyes closed. I gave him a glance, and finally put on a loose fitting gown. I switched off the main light leaving only a small night lamp on. I was about to slip in bed beside Adeel, when he opened his eyes.

“Nilu…”

I couldn’t believe my ears. He hadn’t addressed me by Nilu for almost two years. I felt my eyes turning wet with happiness. Adeel got off the bed. He walked close to where I was standing near the foot of the bed.

“Nilu… sit here.”

I stared at him silently. He took my hand, and helped me sit on the edge of the bed. I offered no resistance and settled down. Adeel sat close to me.

“Wanted to ask you something,” he began, then stopped, looking somewhat unsure. I was suddenly very happy. My husband had approached me after almost two years. I suppressed my tears of joy.

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know how to ask you. Are you… do you…?” He fumbled for words. “Actually what I want to know that are you happy with abbu?”

I didn’t understand what he meant; I stared him questioningly.

“I… I mean,” he stammered, “do you like sleeping with abbu?”

So that was his intention: he wanted to know whether I liked fucking my father-in-law. I wanted to tell him yes, but knew that it wouldn’t be good to say so. It was probably not the right time to accept that fact.

“What do you think?” I retorted, feigning little anger. “I’m happy sleeping with him? I sleep with him because I care for you and our kids. You know very well if I don’t do that he’d throw all of us out of this house.”

“I know… I know.” He said awkwardly, feeling little hurt. I realized that he too was carrying guilt for not being able to protect me from his father. I felt pity for him, but also realized he was vulnerable at that moment. Perhaps I could use this opportunity.

“I did everything for you and the kids.” I gripped his hand. “Do you hate me for that?”

“No,” he replied immediately, “I don’t hate you.”

“Then why don’t you talk to me? Why don’t you make love to me? Why don’t you act like my husband?”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re my mother now.”

I looked at him incredulously. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Any woman…” he fumbled, “who sleeps with my father got to be my mother only. You can’t be my wife now.”

It was the most preposterous logic I had ever heard in my life.

“And what about the twelve years we spent together as husband and wife?” My voice was suddenly sharp. I felt tears begin to swell in my eyes. He gawked at me.

“What about our children, do you think your abbu is their father?”

“No, they’re my kids.” He was on the back foot. “But now I can’t be your husband.”

“Why not?” I rasped loudly. “I’m still your wife. Don’t you love me anymore?”

“I still love you, and I know that you didn’t do it willingly the first time. But now, we can’t live like husband and wife anymore.”

“Because you think that I’m your mother now. Is that why you didn’t fuck me for the last two years?” I dropped all modesty and asked him crudely.

“Yes.” He said slowly. His eyes went wide with my use of the word ‘fuck’.

I felt exasperated. It was a strange situation. My husband was avoiding me because he believed that I was his mother as I had been screwing his father.

“So it means that you’re happy with what your father did to your wife.”

“No, I hate him for that.” His eyes were suddenly burning with hatred. “I want to kill that bastard.”

“Why didn’t you kill him then?”

“I don’t know.” He said meekly. “I don’t know. Perhaps I don’t have the courage to do it. But I hate him.”

A thought suddenly occurred to me.

“I’d be happier if you can avenge my humiliation.” I feigned a sarcastic look. He stared at me and then diverted his gaze. “I… I don’t know… how?” He babbled.

“You really want revenge for your father taking your wife away from you.”

“Yes.” He said painfully.

My heart began to melt.

“How will you do it?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I know I’m no match for him.”

The thought that was ticking in the back of my mind grew stronger. I didn’t know whether he would accept my logic, but I decided to give it a try.

“There’s a way.”

“How?” His eyes were suddenly lit.

“You sure think I’m your mother?” I quizzed him.

“I already told you that.”

“And you hate your abbu for fucking me, and taking me away from you?”

“Yes,” he spoke with irritation in his voice, “how many times do I have to tell you that?”

“You can take your revenge.” I gave him a mischievous grin.

“How, how?” He asked impatiently.

“By fucking your mother.”

He looked at me clumsily.

“Do to him what he did to you.” I wished that he would take the bait. “He fucked your wife and made her his personal whore. Do the same to him. Take his wife… fuck her… make her your slut.”

He stared at me, silently, lost in his thoughts. I prayed silently. After a while, he said. “I don’t know… ugh… I’m confused… you may be right.”

He was vulnerable; it was time to take the initiative.

“If you want to get even.” I stared at his crotch. I could feel gentle stirring there. I knew that he never wore underwear under his tahmed. “Do what he did to you… fuck his wife… your mother.”

He stared at me incredulously. I didn’t waste any time, slipped my hands inside his tahmed and caressed his cock. His body twitched at the sudden touch, but he made no move to remove my hand from his cock. His cock began to swell in my hand. That was a very positive sign.

“I’ll tell you everything he does to your wife.” I began massaging his cock, feeling the girth slowly getting bigger and bigger. “And you do the same to his wife…”

“Yes… yes…” He moaned, enjoying my hand caressing his cock after such long absence. “Ahhhh… it feels good.”

My heart jumped with delight. At last, my patience was about to pay off. A sudden realization came upon me; in my twelve years of married life, I had never taken the initiative in a sexual act with my husband. It was Adeel who always initiated our lovemaking. But, things had changed now. My father-in-law had converted me into a brazen slut. Adeel’s cock grew to massive proportions slowly. I undid his tahmed and let his cock free. I lovingly stared at beautiful piece of meat rising so magnificently from his crotch. The purple colored swollen head of his circumcised cock had a tiny drop of precum glistening at the tip. I suddenly realized how much I’ve missed it; I had not seen it in action for the last two years. But, today it was ready, ready only for me. I just wanted to take that cock in my mouth and suck him hard. I controlled my urges. I let his cock free from my hand and got off the bed. Adeel looked at me disappointed.

“Strip me.” I asked him. I could feel that I was breathing heavily.

He stared me awkwardly.

“Your abbu strips your wife himself. He likes to watch your wife as he removes her clothes one by one.”

He understood and got up. As he stood, his tahmed slipped along his leg to the floor. He paid no attention to it; instead, he turned and started towards the light switch.

“No…” I guessed his intentions. “Don’t turn off the lights. Your abbu fucks your wife with all the lights on.”

He stopped in his way, turned and looked at me. He was a little surprised with my brazenness.

“Come here and strip your mother.”

He walked over to where I was standing. Lustily, I watched his dangling cock as he walked. My pussy began to cream. Reaching over, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of my gown. Then he gripped the hem of my gown and slowly pulled it over my head. I helped him by lifting my hands over my head. He took the gown off my body and tossed it aside. I stood there, in front of him, wearing only my bra and panties. His eyes wore a delirious look. I could see lust in his eyes, as he stared at my semi nude body.

“Remove these also.” My voice was hoarse with passion. “Make me completely naked.”

He gave a faint lascivious smile, and began to remove my bra and panties. Within seconds, my undergarments were lying on the floor, and I was standing naked in front of my husband. He gazed lustily at the nicely trimmed bush covering my swollen cunt lips. It was really a bizarre feeling. I was acting like a different woman in front of my husband. After an abstinence of almost two years, we were like two strangers meeting for the first time. I reached out, took his hand and placed it over my pussy, which by now was dripping profusely. “Feel my pussy Adeel, feel it.”

He caressed my hairy pussy gently, running his fingers along the wet slit. Meanwhile, I took off his vest. Both of us were now completely naked, his hand playing with my pussy.

“Do you want me to tell you,” I grabbed his cock and squeezed it tightly. “how your abbu fuck your wife?”

“Yes… Nilu…” He groaned.

“No… don’t call me Nilu,” I corrected him, “call me Ammi (mother). I’m your mother now.”

“Ammi…” He muttered with lust, running his index finger over my dripping slit.

“Do you like your mother’s pussy?” My legs were shaking; I was finding it hard to remain standing.

“Yes… Ammi.” He replied hoarsely.

“Feel it… it’s wet… very wet. It wants your cock inside. Ammi wants your cock in her pussy… my son.”

“Yes.”

“Do you really want to fuck… your Ammi?” My voice was quivering with excitement. I enjoyed my command over him.

“Ahhhh…” Adeel moaned as I played with his cock. “Please let me fuck you Ammi.”

I smiled at him. He was supposed to take his revenge by force fucking me. Instead, he was begging me to let him fuck me. Anyway, I was enjoying playing his mother. Although I felt crazy behaving like that, but, playing a new woman to my own husband was driving me nuts with pleasure.

“Not so soon son.” I had other plans. There were so many other things that he could do before actual fucking. “Your abbu doesn’t fuck Nilofer so early.”

“Then what does he do?” He ran his finger over my slit, feeling the wetness clinging to my bush.

“First, he forces your wife to suck his cock.” I watched as his eyes went wide. “Then he shoots his cum in her mouth.”

He stared me unbelievingly. Adeel and I had never indulged in oral sex before.

“Really?”

“Yes dear…” I enjoyed his predicament. “Your father is a bastard, and he does all sort of dirty things with your wife. If you want your revenge then you must do everything your abbu does to your wife. Do you want me to suck your cock?”

“Yes… yes.” He groaned with pleasure. His fingers brushed my wet slit, now with more eagerness.

“Then ask me.”

“Suck my cock… Nil… ugh… Ammi.” He said clumsily. “Please suck my cock.”

In a flash, I was kneeling before him. My lips were now in line with his swollen cock. I lovingly stared at the deep purple head inches away from my lips, and the drop of juicy precum that had grown in size by now. Staring at his cock, I became aware that I had never seen his cock from such a close distance before. We never tried giving head. All these years, I had only touched, caressed and fondled his cock in darkness. His cock looked much different from his father’s tool, it was long, perhaps longer than his father’s, but had less girth. I stuck my tongue out and licked the drop with the tip of my tongue. As my tongue touched his cock head, his thighs twitched violently. He moaned loudly.

I looked up, into his dazed eyes. “You’ll love it… son… Ammi gonna make you very happy.”

I licked the drop of precum from the tip. After the accidental shooting of father-in-law’s cock in my mouth, I hadn’t any reservation about swallowing cum. Over time, I began to enjoy the taste. It was difficult for me to recall how many times I had swallowed the jism from my father-in-law’s cock. At that moment, I was dying to taste my husband’s cum. I swallowed the tiny drop greedily, relishing the first taste of my husband’s precum. Then I began licking his cock gently along its length. I started from the tip and slowly licked down to his hairy sack. I licked his balls with my moist tongue. Adeel moaned loudly and his legs began to tremble. He could not remain standing and slowly settled on the edge of the bed. I let him rest his ass on the edge before resuming my job. I went lower and licked his heavy balls. Slowly, I took one in my mouth and began sucking it. I could feel from his response that he was enjoying my oral manipulation of his tool. I sucked his ball feverishly. I wanted to please my husband by all means.

“Do you like it son?” I released his ball from my mouth and asked him. “Do you like your ammi’s tongue over your balls?”

“Yes… Ammi?” He moaned. “Please don’t stop.”

I smiled at the eagerness of my prudish husband.

“I’m gonna suck your cock now.” I brought my lips closer to his cock head. “When you feel like cumming… don’t pull it out… just shoot it in my mouth.”

Bemused, I watched his eyes widen again but paid no attention. I opened my lips a bit wider and took his cock head between my greedy lips. His entire body shuddered violently. Gripping his cock’s base with my hand, I began sucking his cock like a tasty lollipop. Playing a new game with my husband was also having an effect on me; I could feel my cunt going wild with lust and my juices running down my legs. Adeel gyrated his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of my hungry mouth. I raised my eyes and looked at him. He was staring at me.

“Ahhhhhhhhh… Nilu… ugh… Ammi,” he groaned with pleasure, his eyes burning with lust, “never knew it could be so much fun. Please suck… Ammi please suck my cock… ahhh… ahhhh… ahhhh.”

I sucked my fancied son’s cock harder and harder, hearing him groans and moans louder with every passing moment. I swirled my tongue over his saliva coated head causing him to whimper louder. His hips began to move at a frantic pace, the throbbing and twitching increasing with every fresh stroke of my tongue over his cock. I could feel his climax approaching. I continued sucking his cock, eagerly waiting for him to begin shooting in my hungry mouth. I wanted to drink every drop of his hot cum, wanted to feel his thick jism splashing against my cheeks and then slowly going down my throat. I wanted to suck him dry and then again make him hard and have him fuck me wildly with his long sleek cock. He was my husband and he probably had fucked me uncountable number of times. At that moment, I felt as if I were going to fuck him for the first time. I was his father’s wife sucking her son’s beautiful cock. My pussy was dripping with excitement and I could feel my juice oozing out of my cunt lips.

“Cum…son cum…” I moaned silently. “Cum in your mother’s mouth.”

He gave a long yell, and his body went stiff. His cock puffed up in my mouth. He grabbed my head pressing my lips into his crotch and his cum began to erupt. I felt his first spurt shooting down my throat straight to my stomach. The very moment, my orgasm hit, sending my body reeling with immense pleasure. My pussy jerked repeatedly sending tidal waves of rapture shooting up my spine, my juices flowing down my thighs in abundance. His dick erupted over and over depositing loads of fresh cum inside my mouth which I willingly swallowed. It poured like a floodgate filling my mouth with his tangy, tasty cum. It was thick, hot with a kind of taste that was difficult to explain. I eagerly drank every drop of jism he spurted in my mouth. Slowly, the shooting stopped. I pressed my lips on his still inflated cock, forcibly sucking any remaining drop of cum left inside, enjoying its taste and texture. Only when I drained it completely, I allowed it out of my mouth. Adeel collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. I got up from the floor and slipped beside him.

“Did you like it son?” I whispered in his ear, gently running my cum soaked tongue over his earlobe. “You liked when Ammi drank your cum.”

“Yes… Ammi.” He stared at me with his lustful eyes. “I’ve never done that before.”

“I know son… I know! Ammi’s gonna teach you many new things.”

I got up and straddled his body. He stared at me in amazement. I slowly lowered my ass over his chest. I felt my cunt lips touching his chest. I reclined my body backward, reached out my hands and gripped his slick flaccid cock between my fingers. I gently began rubbing my cunt over his chest while my hands began to massage his cock. I ground my pussy over his chest in a to and fro motion, sliding it to his naval and then again sliding it back to his chest. My pussy juices poured out of my dripping pussy, wetting his chest and part of his belly. I felt the tiny patch of sparse curly hair in the middle of his chest getting soaked with my cunt juice as my ass moved over it. I spread my leg further causing my swollen clit to poke out and rub against the wet hair. Adeel stared me with a lewd surprise. He had never seen me so horny before, never acting so lasciviously. He appeared a little confused, but he was enjoying what I was doing to him. He enjoyed it as I pleasured myself by rubbing my cunt over his chest. I began moving my hips farther, with every end stroke almost touching his chin with my cunt lips. After one such push, I stopped with my cunt touching his chin and gazed at him lovingly. I desperately wanted him to touch my pussy with his tongue. But, I didn’t want to rush him. Adeel had never sucked my pussy before and I wasn’t sure how would he react to that idea. Again, I slid my ass to his belly and brought it back to his chin, this time letting my wet pussy grind against his chin. His eyes glinted with lust.

“Like it?” gently grinding my hairy crotch up and down his chin.

He gave me a lustful gaze, took his tongue out and licked his lips nervously. I could guess what was happening in his mind. I was sure that he could smell the strong aroma of my aroused pussy very well, a sweet smell that could drive any sensible man crazy with lust. Slowly, I moved my hips forward a little more, my cunt almost reaching his mouth. Adeel opened his lips again, stuck out his tongue and lightly brushed the tip against my wet bush. I held my breath and waited, not moving a bit. Then he moved further and planted his lips over my hairy pussy lips. My whole body shuddered with rapture. It was not a long kiss; he immediately withdrew it. He stared into my eyes, little awkwardly, as if looking for my approval. I didn’t say a word but gave him an encouraging smile. His lips showed a trace of my pussy juice. I moved a bit farther and brought my cunt just above his lips. Slowly, I lowered it over his mouth. I heard a gulp from his mouth as his tongue tried to push through my slit. I felt his lips cupping my dripping pussy and his tongue entering inside me. It was more than enough for me. As he took his tongue out of my slit and flicked it over my engorged clit, I came with a shattering orgasm.

All I could remember was that I was moaning and writhing violently, grinding my cunt over his lips as my cunt deluged his mouth with a fresh load of my pussy nectar. If Adeel had any reservation against drinking my juice, he didn’t show it. He drank my juice, even boring his tongue into my pussy licking any trace of honey left inside. After I got back to my senses, I slid my cunt off his face. My poor husband was short of breath, gasping for air. I smiled at him and slid my ass to his crotch. My hands were busy manipulating his cock while I teased him into sucking my pussy. His cock was hard again, rising like a thick piece of salami in my hands. I lifted my ass off his body, gripped his cock with one hand, and placed the tip at the opening of my slick pussy. With a gentle shove, his cock began to move inside me. Slowly, it was completely embedded inside me, my wet bush coming to rest against his thick, coarse thatch. Adeel groaned with lust as he felt his cock moving inside me, the same soft enclave which he had invaded numerous times for many years before he stopped fucking me. I made no attempt to start fucking him. Instead, I bent my head and kissed him on the lips. They were soaked with my pussy juice. As I licked his lips, I could taste my own juices. Then I let my tongue trail over his chest, licking the wet tiny strands of hair. Slowly, I took my tongue to his tiny nipple, licked it, then took it between my teeth, and began nibbling the tiny bud.

Adeel moaned loudly, lifted his ass off the bed and thrust his cock deep into me. I squatted over him, my cunt in a way hovering over his cock, giving him enough room to start pumping me. He got the cue and began humping me from beneath. Adeel gripped the bed’s headrest, and began fucking my famished pussy. I enjoyed his fucking while licking my own spending from his nipple and chest. With every plunge, he was driving the entire length of his cock deep into my pussy, each time generating a shuddering spasm radiating through my cunt. I stopped licking his chest and clutched the wooden headrest. I lowered my tits and let them dangle erotically. As he fucked me from beneath, my tits undulated in a rapid and random motion over his lips. Adeel opened his mouth and gripped my left nipple between his lips. He sucked hard making me cry with lust and pain. He pumped even harder… his face twisted in a blissful delirium.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh…” My body began to shake. My nipple hurt as he sucked greedily on it. His hands left the headrest, grabbed my ass, and parted my ass cheeks. My ass muscles flinched as his index finger touched my anus. Ripples of passion began to travel through my entire body. I concentrated on the delightful feeling which his cock was imparting into my body with every thrust. Adeel sucked my tit even harder while driving his cock in and out of my begging pussy. He began to pant with effort. His breathing became harried as he tried to pump me harder and faster. I started gyrating my hips, moving my cunt up and down on his cock. “Ohhhhhh, God, fuck me faster.” I pleaded. “Please fuck me hard.”

He seemed to be pleased by my wanton desire as his lips spread in a wide grin. He pulled out, the tip of his cock just touching the opening to my fuck hole. He grinned again as he saw disapproval on my face then he rammed it back into my ravenous cunt. He fucked me hard and deep.

“Oh…yesssss…yessss…” I realized that I had never behaved with my husband in such a licentious way. But, I could not stop myself from doing it. I had longed for his cock for almost two years, and now it was ripping through my pussy; I wanted it so badly. My pussy juice was pouring out of my cunt, dribbling along the length of his cock. His crotch was thoroughly soaked with my juice, and every time he rammed his cock fully inside me, I could feel the wetness against the back of my thighs. He was driving me crazy with his skillful ways.

“Yesssssss…” I mashed my tits against his sucking lips, pumping my pussy up and down on his shaft. Bending my head, I kissed him on his lips. His face was showing the signs of his effort, and beads of perspiration began to appear on his face. He stopped sucking my tits and was gasping for air. I licked his sweaty cheeks enjoying the salty taste.

“Adeel… ahhhhh… please make me cum.” I moaned lewdly, completely oblivious of my wanton behavior. “Ammi wants you to fill her pussy with your juice.”

My body twisted in ecstasy; the inflamed desire began to climb higher and higher towards an explosive orgasm. I fucked back onto his plowing cock and screamed. The throbbing in my cunt began to escalate.

“I’m cuming… yes… I’m cuming.” I wailed as my cunt began to tighten about his cock. My body stiffened, and the maddening rush of tidal waves of intense pleasure drove me insane. Adeel was well aware of my condition. He squeezed my ass cheeks between his fingers and drilled his cock deep into me. His groin smacked against my spread ass. His face contorted with lust, his mouth went agape with the expectation of the inevitable as he gave a loud groan and his balls exploded in a massive eruption. A deluge of hot thick jism shot from his cock and sprayed the smoldering depth of my pussy. He continued slamming his cock back into me, while it spewed wads of hot cum deep inside me. My cunt hungrily gulped every drop that his prick deposited. I continued rocking back and forth on his cock, feeling the strength of his ejaculation slowly subsiding. He finally ceased to erupt, but I continued fucking him, rocking back and forth on his cock. Finally, everything became a blur as I collapsed over his sweaty chest, heaving and panting vigorously. I lay over his chest, our body’s slick with sweat. His cock was still buried inside me, though it was shrinking fast. I could feel the mix of our juices slowly seeping along the length of his shaft. I tried to squeeze my throbbing pussy to stop the juices from escaping, unsuccessfully. It oozed out and slowly began to deposit at our groins where our bodies were joined. I closed my eyes and rested my head over his chest. I don’t know how long we stayed like that. I came back to my senses when Adeel began to stir beneath me. I opened my eyes and found him staring directly into my eyes.

“It was fantastic.” He was smiling. “I must be a stupid for not doing it for so long.”

I was pleased with his comment.

“So you liked fucking your mother.” I said, immediately realizing the stupidity of my question.

His eyes narrowed. My heart began to sink. I cursed myself. ‘Did I say something wrong?’

Slowly, his face became normal; he was smiling again.

“Yes…more than my wife…I love you…Ammi.” He kissed me on my lips. I could feel my eyes becoming wet with emotion. I bent my head, and our lips locked in a long lingering kiss. Finally, he broke the kiss and pushed me off. I rolled to his side; his cum slick cock came out of my pussy with a plop.

“Look the mess you’ve created.” He pointed toward his groin with a mischievous grin.

I looked at his crotch; it was drenched with our juices. His dark thatch was soaked with a mix of his cum and my juice. I turned my gaze to my pussy; my bush was also matted with our fuck juice. I slipped off the bed.

“Don’t worry,” I took his hand and pulled him off the bed, “come, I’ll take care of it.”

I led him to the bathroom. First, I used my tongue to lick his crotch clean; then thoroughly rinsed his cock and thatch and dried them with a towel. He watched me doing it with a grin on his face. Finally, I kissed the tip of his cock and let it go. Adeel kneeled immediately before me; he took water from the bucket and carefully soaped my cunt. Then he rinsed it. He dried my bush and in the same way kissed my cunt; his kiss was longer and lingering as his tongue explored my moist slit. Finally, he let me go. We came out of the bathroom. We were lost in our amorous reunion. We didn’t bother to put our clothes back on and slipped naked under the covers. With my back against him, I snuggled against his body. His semi-tumescent cock gently rested against the crack of my ass. I felt his hands roaming gently over my naked body. It was a feeling of great elation for getting back my husband’s love. I had always loved him despite his shortcomings, even when my amorous affair began with my father-in-law. My mind went back to the events that changed my life forever. I thought about his abbu. I doubted that my relationship with Adeel’s father would ever stop. Abbu would never let me go; and I too was in a way enslaved to my own lust for his mammoth cock. I knew that even with all my love for my husband it would not be possible for me to stop fucking my father-in-law.

I would have to make adjustments so that I could successfully manage my two lovers. Now with Adeel accepting the fact, it shouldn’t be much difficult. For a moment, my thought diverted to my father-in-law. I visualized his massive cock ripping through my pussy, driving me crazy with every thrust. My pussy began to cream again. Suddenly, I came out of my trance; a hand was slowly exploring my cunt. My husband’s manhood, which was showing signs of new awakening, was pressing against my ass. I spun around and faced him.

“I thought you’re sleeping.” Adeel was smiling as his fingers caressed my pussy again.

“I think,” I took his growing cock between my fingers and wagged it lovingly; “your friend is still hungry.”

His smile grew larger.

“I don’t think I can sleep tonight,” he brought his lips closer to my ear and whispered, “why don’t you teach me what else you’ve learned?”

I looked at him in surprise. He was still smiling mischievously.

“Are you serious?” I asked incredulously.

“Why not? Teach me.”

“Who would you like to fuck this time… your wife or Ammi?”

He laughed gently. “My Ammi of course. She’s gonna teach me new things.”

“Okay then… son,” I threw the covers off our bodies and sat beside him. “We’ll start with a new way where we can explore each other’s bodies at the same time.”

I flung my leg over his body and straddled his face. I lowered my cunt over his mouth and bending my body forward, brought my lips closer to his cock and kissed his semi-tumescent shaft. I didn’t have to tell him what to do next as his tongue immediately flicked over my cunt lips, gently lapping up the moistness. Then it was forced inside my pussy. ‘He would be a good learner.’ I thought as I lowered my head and swallowed his cock. My mind started reeling again, partly with lust, partly with anticipation. Please send your comments to