Adultery Salwar Kameez to Bikini

[Rudra2002]

Update -1
Hello all, my name is Priti. I am a 55-year-old woman from Mumbai, India. I am a divorcee and stay alone.

My only son Viresh moved to The US for his studies two years ago. He was then placed in Cuba and worked for a tech company. This story is about how I found the love of my life and regained my sexual life at age 55.

Let me describe myself. I am 5.2 ft tall and a little busty with the 36dd-34-40 figure. I have flaps on my tummy, but my legs are nice and toned to my apple-shaped ass. I was an ordinary Indian housewife without appreciation, but I kept myself healthy and did yoga daily.

One day Viresh’s boss had to come to Mumbai for two weeks for a project. Viresh informed me that he would stay at our place. I obliged.

His boss, Rizwan, was originally from Israel and settled in Cuba. He was 5″ 8 tall, Fair, and well-built. He was 61, but it looked like he was in his 50’s. Ours was a small one-bedroom house, but he relaxed me and told me not to worry about it.

Rizwan was a gentleman and behaved well. He was cheerful, sweet, humble humorous, and respectful. By the end of the week of his arrival, we were very comfortable with each other. He would come home from work, and we would have tea together and continue our long talks.

He helped me with groceries and went for walks with me after work. We started spending more time together. It was hot at home. He would wear his track pants and T-shirt, and I would be in a kurta and leggings. On the weekend he asked me to show him around the city. I obliged.

I was wearing my kurta and fitting leggings. The kurta had a cut from a little up and showed my shaped legs. He wore jeans and a T-shirt. After roaming the whole day, he was fascinated by the local trains. In the evening, he insisted we take the train back home.

The train was empty when it started. But in a few moments, the mob marched in, and we got crushed. Rizwan stood in front of me to protect me from others. But in the process, we got stuck with each other as if we were hugging. We were in that position for 20 minutes.

At first, I felt awkward, but then I was intoxicated by his smell. His dick was getting hard, and I could feel it. When it was our time to get down, he moved me to the front and kept a hand in front of me to avoid people touching me. I pushed myself onto him such that my ass rubbed his dick.

He also put his hand across my boobs. I felt a tingle in my pussy down there. After this incident, we both became more comfortable with each other. The entire next week, we spent the maximum time we could together. Evening tea, walks, dinners, and loads of conversations.

We shared about our relationships, broken marriages, kids, and the challenges we faced. My experience moved him. On Friday, when we were at the airport, he gave me a tight hug and a peck on my forehead and said,

R: You have suffered a lot of hardships, but no more. I will be there with you and make you enjoy the things you miss in life. See you in 15 days.

I felt loved and appreciated. I missed his presence at home for those fifteen days, but he would be in touch with me on video calls. He cared for me and asked about me. We discussed what we would do in the next fifteen days he would be here.

After the next fifteen days, we met at the airport as if we were in a relationship and hugged each other tightly. I also did not feel awkward with him touching me. We came home by the crowded metro, and this time, we were clinging to each other, with his dick poking me and arms around my boobs.

At home, I started wearing gowns, and he would be in boxers and sando for a start. But even those came off in a couple of days. I could see his size underneath the boxers moving freely.

He asked me on my wish list what I wanted to do. We started doing things on those—going to the movies and having dinners at different restaurants. I cooked for him at home. He would drink in front of me and praise me for my looks. Every day, he would hug me while going to work and returning.

That weekend he was here. I told him I wanted to try alcohol and smoking, and he taught me how to drink and smoke. I was not too fond of it in the first sip and the first drag, but he slowly made me comfortable with it later. That night the drink made us talk personally, and the topic went to sex.

He told me his wife could not handle his sexual appetite and divorced him. About his girlfriends and the prostitutes he had. He told me about his 34-year-old daughter and her divorce.

Rizwan: She is more like me, he sexual appetite is too high, and the guy couldn’t satisfy her. He caught her having sex with her colleagues and boss and divorced her.

Me: And you did not tell her anything?

R: No, why would I? Sex is a bodily need. A female needs it more than anyone else, and the man must satisfy a female. You know I fuck her sometimes now when she can’t get a cock to satisfy her.

Me: What? Do you have sex with your daughter? And do you even get an erection?

R: Yes, so what? She needs a dick, and I have a long, stiff one to make her cum. In the end, it is only about pleasure. Why don’t you agree?

Me: I don’t know. My husband was not sexually active after my first child. He had sex when he wanted and left me high and dry.

R: What an asshole? If you were my wife, I would have banged you at least thrice a day, even now. I can see he never cared for you, the kind of clothes you wear, or the lifestyle. And you never fucked anyone else?

Me: No, I can’t even think that. People will call me a whore, then. So I wear clothes like this. I know women there wear modern clothes and show a lot of skin.

R: Fuck people, do what you feel like. The culture is open, and women are free to wear whatever they want. Even the woman at my place, my daughter, and my GF are mostly naked. They love it. It is very bounded here. You know, you have such a sexy figure that you will raise so many dicks if you start showing your body.

Me: Shut up, I am old. No one is going to like this old lady now.

Rizwan: Who said? Well, I do. If you were my girlfriend, I would have married and made love to you all day.

Me: Hahaha, does your willy even get excited?

Rizwan: Well, ask the girls who have spent the night with me. Wait, let me show you.

He showed me photos, chatted about girls who sent him their nudes, and asked him for a fuck. Even whores were ready to fuck for free with him. He even showed me a few photos of him fucking girls. This turned me on, but I was jealous of him fucking other females and pretty high.

We ended the discussion and decided to go to sleep. He had to go to work the next day. When I got up to go to the bedroom, I fumbled, and he held me. His hands held me at the bottom of my boobs, and my ass pressed against his crotch.

I could feel his breath on my shoulders. We stayed like that for a few minutes. His hands moved up and touched my boobs, lips touching my shoulders, and I was grinding my ass on his crotch for a couple of minutes. He took me to the bedroom and made me lie down.

He tumbled and fell on me, and I hugged him tightly. My boobs pressed against his chest. I could feel his dick getting hard. He moved to the side. I put my head on his chest and went to sleep. In the morning, when I woke up, I saw his hands wrapped around me, and my gown was up to my ass.

He was sleeping only in his boxers. I loved it. I woke up with a smile. He was in the bedroom getting ready for work but had not locked the door properly. I opened it accidentally to find him standing naked, wiping his body. He did not realize, and I continued peeping.

I was in awe of his masculine body and stared at his 5-inch long flaccid dick. I felt a tingle in my pussy. I closed the door and went back to the kitchen. As usual, he gave me a tight hug while leaving, and this time, I gave him a peck on the cheeks

That week we both had gotten even closer. We would have a couple of drinks every night, listen to soft music, smoke enjoy music. We would sit close to each other and not miss a chance to rub our bodies against each other. I loved the way he would get a hard-on.

That Friday, when he returned from work in the evening, he brought me a gift. I did not open it as it was getting late for his flight. At the airport, he stood there holding me by the hip, and I also did not stop him. When it was time to go, we hugged each other for five minutes and did not want to leave.

Our mouths were close to each other, and we could feel each other’s breath. And I don’t know who initiated it, but we were in a lip lock amongst the people at the airport. We kissed and kept kissing each other passionately like young lovers for almost 10 minutes.

The announcement made us snap out of it. He gave me a final peck and then proceeded on his flight.

In the following two weeks, the video calls got more sensual. He praised my body, and we admitted our feelings for each other and liked each other. He asked me to check the gift. It was a halter neck dress with cuts from the side and was transparent, showing off my ample boobs.

I told him I never wore such clothes, but he asked if I would like to wear this. We talked about how he would want me to dress and behave boldly. How much I like it and how I am refraining from it with society’s thoughts. The talks went long and intimate, speaking about our genitals, bodies, fantasies, etc.

The sexual tension between us increased in the fifteen days, and we missed each other a lot. I went to pick him up at the airport, but it was more intimate this time. I was wearing a long skirt and a tight sleeveless top. We hugged like distant lovers and kissed each other hard at the airport.

I booked a cab, but he insisted on going on the train. On the train, we hugged each other again. This time his dick was touching my crotch, and I hugged him tightly. I was wet already with the touching. In the auto home, he kissed me again, and so did I, without caring for anything.

We reached home. He was hugging me from behind, right from the stairs. I opened the door, and what happened next? I will tell you in the next story.

 

[Rudra2002]

Update 2​

Hello, All Priti here again with the next part of my story. In the last part, we saw I picked Rizwan up at the airport, and we reached our place. He kissed me in the auto and hugged me while coming up the stairs. Now let us see further.

It was late; we entered the house, settled our bags, and started kissing each other like crazy. I pushed him onto the couch, climbed on his lap, and started kissing him. His hands rubbed my butt over my skirt, one stroked my boobs over my top, and the other rubbed my bare back.
We were turned on. He was hard down there. I unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his nipples while he unhooked my bra. He was turned on to the hilt with the nipples sucked. He pulled me forward, tore my top, and freed my big boobs.

Looking at them, he went mad and started sucking them like a baby and biting them. His hard dick rubbing my pussy below and tongue sucking my hard nipples made me crazy that I was wet down already. We switched places, and he made me lie on the couch.
He moved my skirt up, started licking my legs, ankle, calves, and inner thighs, and nibbled his nose on my wet panty.
R: Somebody is wet down there, eh?
Me: Yes, for you, my darling. And someone is suffocating in there; release him.
I helped him open his pants and pulled his cock out. It was a big 7inch long and 3inch thick, circumcised cock. I stroked it with my hand while he bent, kissed me, and started fingering my pussy.
Me: It is so big. Put it in. I want it inside me.
I got up, removed my skirt and panties, and was naked in front of him; he pulled me to the bedroom, made me lie on the bed, and started penetrating me. He put oil on his dick, but my pussy was still tight. Only half his dick went in, and it was squeezing his cock.
R: You are so tight as a virgin, and your cunt is so hot and wet. Ahh.
He bent forward and kissed me.
Me: I have not been fucked for over 20 years, and you are the second cock to go in this pussy. Slowly, please do it.
He licked me all over my shoulders, neck, and boobs to excite me more, wean off the pain, and then started moving slowly. In a couple of minutes, I started enjoying myself, and with every push, he started putting his dick inside me while sucking my boobs simultaneously to relieve me.
A few more minutes and his dick was moving inside my pussy freely, and I loved it.
Me: Ahh. It feels so good. Keep doing it. I love you, darling.
R: I love you too, baby. Your pussy is going to make me an addict.
Me: Yes, harder, do it fast, do not stop.
He started pounding me in a missionary position, and in another 10 minutes, I had an orgasm. I had one after years, and it felt so lovely.
Me: Thank you, darling, that was wonderful.
We kissed other again. But he was still hard and not done yet. He kept pushing his dick, and in a few moments, he was pounding again. He then asked me to try other positions, but I never tried. He showed me to go on my fours and move my ass up.
Just looking at my ass, he was rock hard. He spread my butt and inserted his cock in my pussy, and started fucking me.
Me: Ahh, this is so good. Keep doing it. It is hitting my womb now. Harder, pound me harder, baby.
R: What a sexy ass you have. It is even better to fuck you like a bitch.
He spanked my ass. This made me look up, and I watched myself getting fucked like a bitch. I loved watching a man plow my pussy and seeing the pleasure on his face. We fucked watching ourselves in the mirror, which turned us on to the hilt, and both came in another 10 minutes.
He pulled out and released the cum on my ass, and I had my second orgasm. We cleaned ourselves. It was 1 am already. He poured a couple of drinks for us, and I lit a cigarette.
Rizwan: To our new life, cheers.
We both had the peg bottoms up, and now even I had become a pro at drinking and smoking. We had drinks and then went to sleep wearing our clothes. Rizwan wanted me to sleep naked, but I wore the gown and slept instead. He was pissed.
I had a sound sleep after the beautiful fuck. The following day we got up late. He was upset about last night and left to work without giving me a hug or cuddle. I messaged him, but he did not reply, so I called him with teary eyes during lunchtime.
Me: I am sorry, I have never done these things, so I was shy.
R: Why shy of me? Don’t you love me?
Me: I do. I love you a lot.
R: I don’t think so. If you did, you would be more open in front of me. I am sorry for the tone, but your dress sometimes irritates me. I would love my partner to be hot and sexy, which you are, but you wrap yourself up in too many clothes.
Me: I know, but this is how it has been, and society here won’t allow it either.
R: I know. I am sorry. I will be blunt, Priti. I love you, but I am a sex addict. I want my partner to be like a whore, naked and open to fuck whenever I ask, drink, smoke, and wear sexy, raunchy dresses. That is how my lifestyle is, but it isn’t yours, and I expected you to change and react to such. I am sorry. We will talk in the evening.
After he hung up, I was reminiscing about the time we had last night, and I was wet again. Imagining him fucking me all day, I masturbated and squirted. This was the first time it had happened. I was naked, and I looked at myself in the mirror.
His bite marks on my boobs and red ass made me feel young and appreciated. I decided to be the partner he wanted. That night Rizwan came in a bit late than usual to get a pleasant surprise. I wore the dress he had brought for me.
It was a transparent halterneck that contained 50% of my boobs. It had a cut from the hip, which showed off my sexy legs. I watched porn the whole afternoon and learned how they give blow jobs and other positions.
I messaged him to open the door with a key under the mat as I won’t be home. He opened the door and put the lights on. He looked stunned at me sitting on the couch in that sexy dress, showing off my legs and ample cleavage.
Me: Surprise! I got up and kissed him on the lips. How do I look?
R: Sexy and hot.
I pulled the chair and pushed him on it. And started making sex moves in front of him. Then I gave him a lap dance with the Israeli music on and rubbed my ass on his crotch, which was now dying to come out. I sat on his lap and rubbed my pussy over the crotch to excite him more.
I removed his shirt and licked his nipples while he was rubbing my ass. Then I unzipped him, pulled his dick out, and started sucking him. He started moaning.
R: Aah. that is so hot. You suck so well, aah!
I was taking it down my throat and wet it with my saliva. He held my head and started moving his hip fucking my mouth. I got up and undid my dress in my bra and panty. He got up, got rid of our clothes, and took me to the bedroom. This time I made him lie on his back and went on him like a cowgirl.
Me: Aah. It is touching my womb, sucking my boobs, eating them, biting them.
I was moving my hip at first, but then, in a few minutes, I rode him like a cowgirl saying slang.
Me: This is what you wanted, right? This is what you will get, Rizwan. I love you. Make me yours.
Rizwan: You sure you will be able to handle my sex addiction? I will fuck you anywhere.
Me: Yes, I am ready to be your whore; make me one. Keep pushing that dick in my pussy. She has been thirsty for her. Now quench her thirst with your cum. I will open my legs and get naked when you want me to.
R: Then I will ensure that she never gets dry hereafter.
I rode him for a good 10 minutes and then had my orgasm and collapsed on him. We kissed passionately, with our tongues fighting. He again turned me on my fours and fucked me like a bitch, looking in the mirror.
R: Look at your face. You are enjoying this.
Me: Yes, keep fucking me. I want your cock inside me, ahh.
After hearing this, he pounded me like a dog, holding my boobs from behind and biting my shoulders. Rizwan had good stamina, and he fucked me hard for 15 minutes. While he was about to release, I made him cum inside me.
We cleaned ourselves and again had pegs and smokes. We went to sleep, but this time I slept naked. In the morning, I woke up with a tingle in my pussy, only to find Rizwan licking my pussy. I went mad at him for doing it.
Me: Aah, you fucker, it feels so good. Ahh, keep doing it.
He kept lapping my pussy. He turned me over, asked me to face-sit him, and got me in a 69 position. I had seen it in porn. He started sucking me while I sucked his already hard cock.
I sucked him hard, too, and we both came simultaneously in each other’s faces. He released his cum in my mouth, and accidentally I gulped it. I felt yucky at first but then liked it. I just wore his shirt and made breakfast for him.
I gave him a nice smooch and boob rub and went for the shower after he left. I usually wear a gown and come back, but I just walked out naked today. I loved to see his marks on my body and imagine the night I was wet again. I sent him a text.
“I love you. That was a splendid night, thank you. Now is my hubby satisfied?”
R: Yes, I loved the surprise. You are one hot fuck. I will try and come early to my horny wifey.
After this, he texted again.
R: I am sorry to push you. We won’t do it if you don’t like it.
Me: I loved it, stupid, and I think I am also getting addicted to your dick. I will do whatever my love wants, even if I need to become a whore. I will be the sexy lady you want me to be. Anything for you, baby.
R: Think again. I may ask to fuck you on the road, beach, or at a party, with other people too. We have a lot of naked parties and group sex in Cuba. Will you be able to be so open to roaming naked in front of people? This is what I mean by whore.
Reading this text, I drifted into imagining him fucking me on the beach, making my pussy wet. I texted him back.
Me: I am wet imagining you fuck my pussy on the beach. I will do it all, Rizwan. You want me to be a naked street whore? I will have become one. You unleashed the slut out in me. Even I love sex, and my pussy will suck your juice out.
After this text, I got a video call from him. I was still naked and picked it up straight. I turned the camera to show him my naked self, and his eyes widened.
R: Already following instructions, eh?
Me: This is what my love wants. Isn’t it?
R: Yes, but we need to get you sexy clothes and lingerie. Let us go shopping in the afternoon.
He met me at the mall. A girl was with him. She was a stylist, and she took me with her. She bought me sexy padded bras, thong panties, and G-strings that covered only my pussy. She got me gowns that were thin like chunaris and transparent to wear at home, satin bathrobes, and dresses that seldom covered my ass.
All the dresses showed almost 60% of my boobs and cleavage. Then she took me to the salon, gave me a haircut, did a full body wax, and removed all hair from my body. While doing it, she massaged my pussy and applied a cream on my boobs and pussy to make them firm.
It was almost five hours of shopping and a makeover. She made me wear a dress. That dress was held in the neck like a halter neck but with a string and ended just below my thighs. She took all the bags and everything and took me to a car in the parking lot.
I saw Rizwan was in it. He came out and was mesmerized to see me. He thanked the lady, gave her money, and made me sit in the car. But instead of going out of the lot, he moved towards the parking lot and parked in a dark corner. He kissed me on the lips and rubbed my inner thighs.
Me: What are we doing here?
R: Waiting to see if you live by your words.
Me: What do you mean?
R: You said you would do everything I say, so I want to fuck you here.
Me: I see, so you want to test me, eh? Okay.
I moved forward and kissed him hard now and started rubbing his dick. I unzipped him and started sucking his cock while he undid my dress from the neck.
R: Hmm, yes. You are such a sucker.
He lifted me and pulled his pants out. I removed my panty, came over to him, and started riding him. the dress was below my boobs, and his dick was touching my womb.
Me: Are you happy now? See, I told you I could be the whore you wanted.
I bent forward and kissed him, and he was pinching my nipples hard. Rizwan was too excited. I removed the dress over my head, got naked, and was riding him hard now. If someone noticed very carefully, we could be seen. I heard a few people pass by, too, but we kept doing it.
In 20 minutes, we both came at the same time, and he shot his load inside me. We stayed there and cleaned ourselves. I wore the dress without the undergarments.
From that day, At home, I would be naked when he stepped in, and we fucked twice daily. Once in the night and once early morning.
On Friday, he took me to a pub. I wore a free tank dress with frills that came to my mid-thighs and showed ample cleavage. I felt young. That night I had different liquor. We danced, smoked pot too, and was high. I pulled him to the washroom and gave him a quickie.
That weekend was bliss. We were naked after we came from the pub till Monday morning, and we kept fucking like newlyweds. He even made me talk to my son while licking my pussy. I lost count of how many orgasms I had that weekend.
By the next week, I was more comfortable being naked and stayed naked the entire day. All the time we were together, we sucked, licked, and fucked each other. He fucked me thrice every day with his work schedule too. Also, when dropping him at the airport, we booked a self-drive car.
He fucked me in the airport parking before his flight. I was wearing a gown dress with no undergarments and returned home from the airport. During the video calls, we used to be naked and even masturbated with each other.
I sent him nudes and recorded all our sex sessions while he was here. I would watch them the entire day on my TV.
What happened next and how I moved to the US will tell you in the next story.

 

[Rudra2002]

Update 3
Hello, Priti here again. We saw in the last part how Rizwan and I were fucking each other like newlyweds. He had transformed me from a pious ordinary Indian housewife to his cock craving whore. Now let us see further.

It had been a week since Rizwan’s departure, and I must have worn clothes for hours. I loved to stay naked. As it is said, when you get the thing you always wanted, you keep drooling over it, and the same thing happened to me.

As a youngster, I was fascinated with sex and always hoped to have a great sex life. Men would ogle at my boobs back then. But I married a man who couldn’t satisfy me and killed my urges. But now, with the sex with Rizwan, I am getting what I hoped for, and I cannot stop thinking about it.

I was becoming a nymphomaniac. All I thought about was Rizwan, his naked body, and the feel of his dick in my pussy and lips on my nipples. Even thinking of it now makes me horny and wet again. I would stay at home naked, watch porn, masturbate, and watch our fuck sessions that Rizwan recorded.

The same was the case with Rizwan. I would be up the whole night, according to his time to be on a video call with him and show my naked body. We masturbated to each other doing virtual sex.

That Friday, the doorbell rang in the afternoon. I was naked. I just wore my gown and went to open the door. It was the same girl who helped with my makeover. I asked her to come in. As she came, Rizwan made a video call.

I went to the room and got naked, but he had other ideas. He asked me to be naked in front of the girl and told me that she would work with me on the physical being. Since that day, it had been two weeks. I went to the gym, and the girl dropped diet food for me daily.

I had started losing weight, too and toning up. She worked with me the entire day. Started applying some cream over my boobs and ass and gave me some medications too.

My pussy was getting wetter, and my boobs and ass were tight. But I was missing sex with Rizwan. It had been a month since I had a dick inside my pussy. That night Rizwan called as usual, and I was naked. We masturbated with the fuck talks.

But this time, I squirted, and I was surprised by it. I was naked, and Viresh called. I quickly wore my gown and picked up his call. He was very excited, and he told me about my visa interview. He told me Rizwan is coming for the last week.

He will guide me for the visa interview so I can travel to Cuba. I was very happy. But I excused him as I was desperate to talk to Rizwan, and he told me there was more to it.

20 hours later, I was at the airport again with the girl who took me in her car. She made me wear a tunic with an apple cut at the side, thin material that made it transparent in extreme light. I wore a push-up bra with a G-string inside, which made my cleavage and 40 percent of the boobs prominent.

We picked him up at the pick-up point. We did not even get out of the parking lot. My tunic was open from the front. Rizwan was already sucking my boobs. I was stroking his dick. But we both were so involved in making out that we did not even bother her presence.

I bent forward and started sucking Rizwan; he was hard in no time. I went over him and inserted his hard prick in my leaking pussy.

R: My whore missed me, eh.

Me: Yes, you have had to fill me with your cum for the past four weeks. I am going to squeeze the juice out of you now.

I bent forward and kissed him and kept riding him like an animal. I did not care about people watching or anything. We were too horny and just had a 15-minute session, and both were released simultaneously. We sat there naked. Both lit a smoke and smoked in the car.

R: You did a good job, she looks sexier, and her butts and boobs have tightened.

Girl: Thank you, sir. I am glad that you like her.

R: Yes, I love her. I am going to make her my whore. Are the other preparations done?

Girl: Yes, sir. The ceremony is set up for tomorrow.

Me: What ceremony? What are you saying?

R: Our ceremony. We are getting married tomorrow.

Me: What? (I went and kissed him hard. But then my face dropped.) What about Viresh?

R: He knows.

Me: What?

I was shocked to hear that.

R: Yes, your son is more than he meets the eye. I love him. He knows everything about us, about how wonderfully his mother fucks me. He is the one who brought us together.

My head was spinning now. We had reached home. I was so lost that I did not even button my tunic. I got down naked from the car in the building. We went home. The girl poured us drinks. I lit up a cigarette. The thought of what Viresh thought of me was running through my head.

R: Calm down. Your son was the one who orchestrated it. Remember when he was talking on a video call from the office? That day I saw you on the video call. You were doing something in the almirah, and I saw your big ass. I watched your chat outside the office and fell in love with you.

R: I asked Viresh about you, and he spoke too highly about you. Over a few days, I told him I liked you, to which he just passed me on. But then, looking at my persistence, he said you wouldn’t agree.

R: We bet on it, so he asked me to stay at your home. I had promised him that I would give up if you don’t fall for me. But instead, we were meant for each other, so we ended up like this.

Me: So he knows everything? About the sex too?

R: Yes. When I told him how you got excited about the train incident and looked at how you liked being with me, he told me to take it to the next step. He is fine with it. This girl here is appointed by him to change his mother’s life forever.

I was in total shock now.

R: He is your son, after all, horny as ever. He fucked Rafia and satisfied her. Since then, they fuck each other, and Rafia wants to marry him. So he arranged all this. We will return to Cuba to get married on the island traditionally. But for your visa, you need to be my wife, and your son approves of it.

Just then, Viresh called on my phone.

Viresh: Hahaha, look at your face. Rizwan spilled the beans, I suppose.

I kept quiet and lowered my head.”

Viresh: Why are you lowering your head? I love what is happening. I love your sexy Avtaar and what you are now. I know you were naked now and fucking in the car. That was hot!

I blushed.

Viresh: Now that is like my mother! Stay happy. I know your sexual urges, and papa told me this when he was drunk. I remember the fight. And I am happy you are with Rizwan. So get married tomorrow and come here quickly to get your son married.

Me: Shameless, you saw your mother naked!

Viresh: Yes, I have seen all the nudes you sent to him and all the video calls where you masturbated. You are hot! So it is okay. I know you love it and I loved it too. So enjoy your life. I know your pussy would be itching again now, so I will hang up. Bye, see you soon.

I was in total shock at what had happened. Rizwan made me drink a couple of pegs and smoked cigarettes and calmed me down. We went to sleep after that, and the girl stayed at home only.

The next morning as per my son’s wish, I got married to Rizwan at home in front of a Maulvi. He was wearing his long Arabic kurta, and the girls got me dressed up in a transparent choli-style lehenga and a blouse that took the shape of a bra.

The Maulvi was ogling at me, and Rizwan already had a tent in his pants. He ordered me to sit on Rizwan’s lap and take the vows for marriage. We signed the papers and got the marriage registered. That day Rizwan was busy getting to the embassy. Meanwhile, the girl made me ready for my suhagraat.

He came back in the evening and wore his Arabic-style long kurta. I was dressed in a short burkha covering my face, which was transparent. The girl gave us some sweet milk to drink. Minutes after finishing that, my pussy was on fire.

I pulled Rizwan’s cock out and started sucking him, and he was hard as a rock. I turned around and saw the girl recording our sex, but I still continued doing it. Rizwan then tore my attire, made me lie on the bed with my head hanging and let me suck his cock while he bent and sucked my pussy.

We had a nice oral session for 10 minutes, and I squirted on his face. Later, he pulled me on himself and started abusing me.

R: Ahh, you are so fucking wet. You are my slut from now on. I am going to fuck you whenever I want.

Me: Yes, fuck me. Pound me. I am your wife, your whore from today. This pussy was thirsty for years, now fill it in with your cum and quench her thirst. Ahh! Harder!

He then turned me into the doggy position facing the mirror, and the girl took the shot from the same angle. I felt like a pornstar, as if I were making a porn film. He pounded me for a good 20 minutes and released his cum in me, and I had my second orgasm.

He laid on top of me, kissing my earlobes. “I love you, darling. From today your sex life will be at its peak. I will ensure you wear the smallest of clothes on you. I will fuck you in front of our son and daughter too.”

Thinking of fucking in front of my son excited me, even though I had just had an orgasm.

Me: And why do you think I will let you do that?

R: Because I know you want it. Look how your pussy is leaking. Anyway, he is watching us right now. She is showing our sex on live feed to them.

He switched on the TV, and I saw Viresh naked with a heap of hair moving below. I did not even cover myself and watched him understand what was there.

Viresh: Wow! It was so hot. Rafia had an orgasm already, see!

He turned the camera to show a girl’s wet cunt, then showed her sucking his dick. It seemed large. Rafia lifted her head and spoke.

Rafia: That was a very hot mom! Dad, you have got the whore who can satisfy you this time. Like mother, like son. Now I know from where he gets this stamina. Can’t wait to get fucked beside you, Mom. Come soon. I have already got your wedding dress ready here.

I was turned on watching them.

Me: Thank you, I am waiting too to see my daughter-in-law and stepdaughter. Take care of my son’s cock.

I was wet watching Viresh’s stiff dick. After they hung up. We both fucked again. That night due to the milk, we both fucked till 5 in the morning and got up naked only in the evening.

Rizwan got the papers, and my visa was approved because of his contacts. In a week, I was on the flight to Cuba wearing a tight-fitting spaghetti dress that barely covered my ass and showed my boobs prominently. I did not wear any undergarments. Rizwan fucked me on the flight too.

That week, the girl gave me milk to drink twice daily, which increased my horniness. In the 22 hours journey, Rizwan fucked me thrice in the first class cabin with the Air hostesses watching us. I, too, remained shameless and naked in front of them.

As we landed, my heart was pumping to meet Viresh in such a sexy avatar of mine.

What happened? I will tell you in the next part.

 

[Rudra2002]

Update-Last

Hello All, Priti here again with the final part of my story. In the last part, we saw we had landed in Cuba. Rizwan and I fucked thrice on the flight, and the air hostesses saw us too. I was nervous thinking of meeting Viresh. Now let us see further.

While moving to Cuba, I came with only one handbag. It had dresses that showed 60% of my boobs, ended just at my ass, and exposed my apple-shaped ass. All were either backless or a few kinds of spaghetti. It had a few wrap-around dresses.

All dresses were made of thin material. It made them semi-transparent, and people could see my naked body. Rizwan was kinky. He would have made me roam the world naked if it were up to him. He loved my naked body, and his hands touched my boobs, bum and pussy the entire day.

While getting down, he made me wear a halter neck string dress. It was hanging to my neck with a string. A knot covered my nipples and had frills at the bottom. It ended halfway through my ass. It would show my G-string, too, and my entire thighs were seen. I was a bit skeptical.

R: Relax. Viresh will have a boner looking at you.

Me: He has not seen me like this.

R: He has already seen a lot. He saw you taking my dick in your cunt, mouth, and naked pictures, so relax.

We went and stood at the arrivals. Rizwan’s hands were on my ass, rubbing them. He was turning me on now. He turned me and kissed me on the lips. It started with a peck. We got into the mood and kissed passionately for a couple of minutes.

He had pulled my boob out and pinched my nipples, making me wet down there. We were like that for ten minutes. I was there shamelessly exposing my boobs and ass in front of people at the airport. We heard the car honk and saw Viresh pull in.

Rafia got out of the car and came running to hug her mother. She was hot. Rafia was older than Viresh by five years. But she had nice big melons, 34DD-30 -34 figures. She had worn just a shirt with the top 2 buttons open and a thong below. She came straight, hugged me and kissed me on the lips.

R: That is how we welcome people at home. What took you so long?

Rafia: Your horny SIL’s dick. He was fucking me in the parking lot pretty wild. She turned towards me and said, He tore my dress, and he has been hard since yesterday thinking about meeting his sexy mom. And damn, he will be hard as a rock looking at you.

Me: Yeah, I can see the marks on your neck.

Rafia: C’mon, hop in. I will show you more.

When we got in, I saw Viresh sitting only in his shorts and topless. There were nail scratches on his back and bite marks on his shoulder. Since we could not wait at the pick-up point, we just drove straight home.

Cuba has beautiful beaches. Rafia and Rizwan kept showing me around on the way. I was mesmerized looking at the house. It was a big house with a pool inside, sea facing, with a jacuzzi in our room. The bathroom was made of glass, so we could easily see outside.

Rafia was showing me around the house while Rizwan and Viresh were down. She showed me my wardrobe, which had all kinky short dresses. Looking at them, you would feel they are kid’s dresses.

Everything was already made ready by Rafia, from bikinis to cover-ups, to makeup kits to stilettos. We were still in the same dresses.

Rafia: And that is all for you, Mom. I am so glad, Dad, and I found you two.

Me: Yes, I love Rizwan a lot, and I am glad to have a daughter-in-law like you.

Rafia: Yes, and I love Viresh and his cock. See how wild your son is. She removed the shirt she wore and showed me her body which had marks of licking and biting too

Me: He is biting you? I will scold him.

Rafia: No, mom, I only told him to do it. I like him and loved to be dominated and treated like a slut. Your son knows how to do that. Plus, the stamina he has matches mine.

Me: How much time does he take before he cums?

Rafia: He fucks me for at least 35 minutes. Earlier it was less, but then I gave him the juice. Since then, it has increased to 35 minutes at least per session.

Me: Yeah, even Rizwan fucks me for at least 25-30 minutes, which is great considering his age.

Rafia: Yes, dad and I are sex addicts. We need cocks and pussies all the time. We have fucked with many people, but we could not get satisfied. Dad dated a new girl every month, but none could take his sexual appetite. The same is with me. I married thrice and divorced thrice.

Rafia: The men left me for my sexual addiction. I demanded sex every day, and they couldn’t take it. Since our appetites matched, I was depressed and fucked with dad for years. But he would have to travel a lot for work. I also had a few one-night stands, but the guys wouldn’t last long.

Rafia: The ones who did could do just one session a night. But Viresh keeps going. On weekends we never wear clothes. He fucks me at least five times a day. I love him for the person he is.

Me: Wow, I am amazed to hear this.

I was wet hearing about my son, and they both walked in, only in their shorts. Viresh came and hugged me. We hugged each other tightly, feeling each other’s bodies for a while. We broke the hug.

I kissed him on the lips, which turned into a nice lip lock for a few minutes. I touched his hard dick over his shorts.

Me: You were right, Rafia. He has a nice boner here.

Rizwan: Don’t worry. It will be inside you tonight.

Hearing this, I blushed at first, but, at the same time, I was confused too.

Rafia: Yes, mom, It is our family tradition. The girl has to have her first nuptial night before her parents. The parents should guide the girl and ensure she satisfies her husband. They can join if they want to. So since we are getting married tomorrow, we all will have the chance of an orgy tomorrow.

I was horny as hell thinking about it.

Me: Wow, are you ready to fuck me and become a motherfucker?

I looked at Viresh and said.

Viresh: Yes, with a sexy mother like you, I will be a motherfucker.

And he came forward and kissed me again. This time, he felt my ass and rubbed my boobs too.

Me: Easy tiger. Rafia, why don’t you take care of my son’s prick while I take care of your horny father. It’s been a long since his dick met his pussy.

Rafia: Even my pussy needs some cock.

It was already night, and they both went. Rizwan pounced on me, making me naked and fucking me. He did not even lock the door. I was on my fours, and he was fucking me from behind.

I saw Viresh standing there naked and stroking his cock. Our eyes met, and we gave each other sexy stares and expressions. I saw his dick standing like a pole. I released my orgasm, and a few minutes later, even Rizwan released his cum inside me. I heard loud moans of Rafia and even had an orgasm.

The next day Rafia woke me. She was naked.

Rafia: Mom, get up. It is already afternoon, and time to get ready for the wedding.

We both had a bath together. While bathing, Rafia came forward and kissed me. That made me hot, and we had a lesbian session in the jacuzzi. This was the first time I made love with a woman, and I loved it. We both had a squirting orgasm. We cleaned ourselves, and she gave me my wedding dress.

It was like a bikini top, halterneck held by a string and knot at my neck. It covered only 30 percent of my boobs. That top was connected to the skirt below, a thin transparent cloth wrapping me around the waist and open from the front. She did not let me wear any undergarments beneath it.

Rafia was dressed in a transparent white tank wrap dress, which displayed her boobs and legs. We had bridesmaids who were dressed in pink bikinis with a cover-up. They did make up on us and made us look like whores.

When we reached the marriage officials, he had Viresh and Rizwan standing almost naked with a thin cloth around their waists. Their rock-hard dicks are poking out.

Two girls were on their fours, wearing netted dresses with dog belts around their necks. The straps were in the men’s hands, licking their dicks and balls.

First, Viresh and Rafia took their wows.

Rafia: I love you, Viresh, and I will ensure that this stiff cock releases every drop of cum in my pussy. I will open my legs for you whenever and wherever you want me.

Viresh: I love you too, Rafia. I will keep banging your wet pussy with this stiff dick and satisfy your sexual appetite forever.

The marriage officiant declared them as man and wife. Then as per tradition, they kissed. Then Rafia took his dick in her mouth and started sucking it.

Then it was our turn, and Rizwan took the vow first.

R: I will ensure the thirst of this pussy is quenched with as many dicks as possible. I will make you the whore you want to become and ensure both your holes are fucked all day.

Me: I will ensure to become the whore you want me to be. I will fuck with you like a bitch, even on the streets of Cuba, in front of anyone, and everywhere.

After the marriage official declared us man and wife, Rizwan kissed me. Then as per tradition, I gave him a blowjob. They both made us naked from the top with the boobs hanging. Rizwan opened the bottle of champagne. She sprayed it all over us, and we drank it too.

We were naked in front of 10 couples and dancing with our men rubbing their pricks against our pussies and rubbing our asses. We had a room full of naked people in a few minutes, and they hooted for us. We were supposed to participate in the daughter’s nuptial night.

But they did not tell me we had to do it in front of all these people. The idea of fucking in front of people made me horny as hell. We both were on our knees naked, sucking our men side by side. Then Rizwan spread my legs and started fucking my pussy, while Rafia brought Viresh’s dick and asked me to suck it.

I was getting fucked in one hole and sucking my son’s dick. She was kissing her dad while he was fucking me. Then Rafia took my position with Viresh fucking her, and she was sucking her father’s dick. I put my boobs in my son’s mouth, and he was pounding Rafia.

Me: What a fucker you are. I love your dick, son. Yes, keep sucking my boobs. Thank you for this life. I love you.

This went on for 10 minutes. Then Rizwan pulled me over him. Rafia was applying oil to my butt hole while she was getting pounded by Viresh like a bitch.

Rizwan: Is my whore enjoying? Loved to take your son’s prick in your mouth, eh!

Me: Yes, honey. Thank you for this fucking life.

R: Don’t thank me yet. Now it is time to enjoy your son’s dick in you.

And I felt Viresh’s dick touching my butt.

Me: I am a virgin in my ass. I have never done it.

Rafia: Don’t worry, mom, you will love it.

Viresh entered his dick in my ass, and I was screaming with pain. Rizwan was sucking my boobs and Rafia my pussy to relieve me of pain. A few minutes later, it felt ok. Viresh started moving his dick in and out. I started moaning.

Me: Aahh. This feels so good.

They both started moving their dicks inside me. I was getting double penetrated by my son and husband. They fucked me hard for another 10 minutes. I had my orgasm and collapsed on Rizwan, kissing him.

Me: Thank you, honey.

But the men were not done yet. Now they both mounted Rafia, and she took it quite easily. I was kissing her and pressing her boobs while her dad pounded her ass and my son her pussy.

R: Don’t be surprised she has been double penetrated by many quite a few times. I always wanted to fuck your ass. But I left it a virgin for your son because he wanted to fuck you.

I was horny again. Rafia, too, had her orgasm. The men were about to release. We both sat on her knees, and the men released their cum on us. We kissed each other and shared the cum, and the crowd applauded us for the wonderful fuck.

That night I got double penetrated again. But this time, Rizwan did me in the ass and Viresh in my pussy. We were tired and went to sleep at 5 in the morning. The men were hard with the juices and kept them going. The next morning I was up early, but Rizwan was still sleeping.

I went out naked and stood on the porch smoking a cigarette when I felt a hand on my boobs. It was Viresh.

Me: You are not satisfied yet.

V: How can anyone ever be satisfied with these boobs and juicy pussy?

Me: Thank you, son, for this life. I love it.

V: I know, mom. Now enjoy your sex life like you always wanted.

Me: Yes, but before that, I wanted my wedding gift.

I held his dick. He got the hint, took me to the pool and lapped my pussy.

Me: Ahh! Harder, son, I love it. Keep doing it.

He licked me for five to seven minutes and stopped. I was so horny that I wanted him inside me. I gave him a quick blowjob and rode him like a cowgirl.

Me: Aah! Rafia was right. You are like me. Even after a tiring night, look how hard your dick is. Come on, pound your slutty mother. You wanted this right. You wanted me to be a slut. Now see how many dicks go in this pussy.

Viresh: Yes, I knew there was a slut in you waiting to get you. Now let her out and enjoy the sexual freedom you always wanted. I will make you a whore and even get you fucked on the streets now.

He turned me over and started pounding me in missionary and biting my boobs. Viresh fucked me for a good 35 minutes and made me cum twice. We both cum in at the same time, and I made him cum inside me

That was the beginning of my newly wedded life. After that day, all four were naked at home and fucked and fucked.

Rizwan opened a massage parlor for me. It was nothing but a high-end brothel where girls gave naked massages and fucked with clients. I took fucked a few handsome studs, but none could replace the satisfaction from my son’s dick.

We both saas- bahu would wear the skimpiest clothes, roam the entire city, and run the massage parlor. Rizwan would take me to orgy parties, and I would take 3-4 dicks that night.

That is all, folks. Thank you.