I’m Mahesh, 32, a regular guy working at a small finance firm in Delhi. I’m decent-looking, a bit dark, but I hit the gym, so my body’s tight. My 6-inch cock has a mind of its own, especially when it comes to asses—I’m obsessed with them. My wife, Kusum, 30, is fair with a curvy figure, and her ass is to die for, but she’s not into anal, which drives me nuts. My buddy Anil, 35, owns a factory and is always buried in work. He’s tall, lanky, and married to Sangeeta, 33. She’s not a stunner, but her thick, juicy ass sticks out like a magnet. Her wheatish skin and playful eyes scream trouble, and every time she walks, her ass sways, making my cock twitch.
It was a chilly Sunday night in Delhi’s old neighborhood, where narrow lanes and old houses set the scene. Kusum and I were at Anil’s place, a cozy house with creaky wooden floors and open windows letting in the cool breeze. The four of us were chilling in the living room, Anil droning on about his factory while Kusum and Sangeeta chatted about kitchen stuff. I couldn’t stop staring at Sangeeta. She wore a tight red saree that hugged her curves, and every time she laughed, her ass jiggled, making my cock strain against my pants.
Around 11 PM, Sangeeta got up and said, “You guys hang out, I’ll make some tea.” Her ass swayed as she walked to the kitchen, and I was practically drooling. A minute later, Anil mumbled, “Gotta hit the bathroom,” and left. I was alone on the sofa, my mind racing with thoughts of Sangeeta’s ass. Then I heard her call from the kitchen, “Anil, come grab the sugar jar from the top shelf!” Anil was still in the bathroom, so I saw my chance and headed to the kitchen.
Sangeeta was on a stool, stretching for the jar, her saree riding up to reveal her creamy thighs. I said, “Let me get it, Bhabhi.” I stood behind her, close enough to feel the heat of her body. As I reached up, she slipped off the stool and fell into my arms. Her heavy tits pressed against my chest, and her fat ass rubbed against my hard cock. I couldn’t resist—I grabbed her ass with one hand, feeling its soft, jiggly flesh. She looked at me, smirked, and said, “If you’re gonna finger me, do it right so I feel something.”
Her words set me on fire. I yanked her saree up, exposing her black panties and that perfect, round ass. I slid one finger into her tight asshole and another into her wet pussy. She moaned, “Ohhh, fuck… slow down, Mahesh!” I didn’t listen—I rubbed her pussy harder, feeling it soak my fingers, and worked my finger deeper into her ass. She was panting, her body trembling with pleasure. Just then, we heard Anil’s footsteps from the bathroom. We pulled apart quick, I handed her the sugar jar, and we acted normal, sipping tea later like nothing happened. But her eyes were burning with lust, telling me she wanted my cock bad.
Two months later, luck was on my side. Kusum went to her parents’ place in Kota for the winter holidays, and my mom was off visiting relatives. That same day, Anil called me, “Yo, let’s have some egg curry tonight. Sangeeta will come to your place to cook. Leave her the house key before you head to work.” I gave Sangeeta the key and rushed back home from the office by 4:30 PM. She was in my kitchen, wearing a thin blue gown that showed off her nipples and smooth thighs. She smiled and said, “Anil called. He’s stuck at work, so it’s just us for dinner.”
I knew this was it. Her kids were at their grandma’s for the school break, and we were alone. She said, “I’ll shower and then cook. Can I use your bathroom?” I nodded, and while she was in there, I popped a porn flick on the TV. When she came out, her wet hair dripped onto the gown, making it cling to her curves. Her nipples poked through, and her thighs looked like they belonged on a 20-year-old. She saw the porn, laughed, and said, “It’s so hot, so I kept this on. You should shower too, then we’ll cook.”
I took a quick shower and came back to find her on the sofa, one hand rubbing her pussy as she watched the porn. She saw me and said, “Help me in the kitchen.” I grinned and said, “Only if we go in naked.” She laughed, “Deal.” She peeled off her gown, revealing her naked, curvy body. I stripped too, my cock rock-hard. In the kitchen, I bent her over the counter and started licking her ass. It smelled faintly of soap, and the taste drove me wild. She moaned, “Fuck, Mahesh, you’re gonna make me crazy!”
I lifted her leg onto the counter and dove into her pussy, licking her clit and sucking her juices. She screamed, “Motherfucker, suck my pussy harder!” I shoved my tongue deep inside, then slid a finger into her ass. She was shaking, begging, “Stop, or I’ll cum right now!” I kept going, fingering her pussy and licking her ass until she was dripping wet. Then I grabbed a tube of lotion from the counter, slathered it on her asshole, and rubbed my cock against it. She gasped, “Your cock’s too thick, it’ll rip my ass!”
I said, “Relax, Bhabhi, you’ll love it.” I pushed slowly, and my cock slid two inches into her tight ass. She screamed, “Fuck, I’m dying! Slow down, you bastard!” I grabbed her hips and pushed again, getting five inches in. She cursed, “Motherfucker, fuck my pussy instead, leave my ass alone!” I laughed, “Your ass is mine first, then your pussy.” I poured more lotion on my cock and slammed it all the way in. She yelped, then moaned, “Ohhh, fuck, it feels good now. Pound my ass!”
I fucked her ass hard, the kitchen filled with her moans and the sound of my balls slapping her. I slid two fingers into her pussy, feeling it clench around them. She screamed, “Fuck my ass and pussy, Mahesh, tear me apart!” I pounded her for 15 minutes, her body shaking with every thrust. Then she said, “My turn to make you feel good.” She pushed me onto a chair, dropped to her knees, and took my cock in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip, and she sucked like a pro. “Your cock tastes so fucking good,” she said, her lips wrapped around it.
I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth, making her gag. She kept sucking until I came, shooting my load down her throat. She swallowed every drop, then kept sucking until my cock was hard again. I laid her on the counter and slid my cock into her tight pussy. It was so wet, I glided in easily. She screamed, “Fuck my pussy, Mahesh, rip it apart!” I fucked her hard for 20 minutes, her tits bouncing and her moans echoing. We came together, her pussy squeezing my cock as I filled her up.
We got dressed and cooked dinner. Sangeeta winked and said, “Don’t tell Anil, but I want this again.” I grinned, “Anytime, Bhabhi, my door’s open.” When Anil came over later, we ate egg curry, but Sangeeta’s sly glances kept reminding me of her juicy ass and our dirty secret.