My name’s Pushkar, and I’m a big shot in the Nepal government, posted in the stunning city of Pokhara. My job keeps me bouncing to Kathmandu for official work. I live with my family—my slutty wife Madhu and our three-year-old daughter. I’m 35, Madhu’s 30, and let me tell you, I’m a horny bastard. My cock’s a solid 8 inches, thick and rock-hard, ready to wreck any pussy it meets. Before and after marriage, I’ve fucked my way through plenty of whores and young chicks, and I’m not slowing down.
I’m a free spirit when it comes to sex. Married or not, my dick’s always itching for fresh pussy. No shame in banging whoever catches my eye. Madhu’s just as much a slut as I am—she rides my cock every damn night. “Ohhh… Pushkar, fuck me harder… tear my cunt apart!” she screams, her pussy gushing three or four times before I blow my load once. Madhu’s a bit old-school about man-woman relationships, but I’m as open-minded as it gets. Still, we’re a tight couple, and I thought we kept no secrets. That is, until Madhu’s filthy best friend, Savita Bhabhi, stormed into my life and blew my fucking mind.
Savita spilled the beans on Madhu’s dirty secrets, and I was floored. I thought Madhu was a good girl, her pussy loyal to my cock alone. But when Savita laid bare Madhu’s slutty escapades, I realized no one can predict a woman’s cunt. I wasn’t mad that Madhu fucked other guys—hell, my dick’s been in plenty of strange pussies, and I’m always hunting for more. But learning it from her friend? That was a shock.
Our neighbors were a Nepali couple—Dhumman, a scrawny 40-year-old fucker, and his 36-year-old whore of a wife, Savita. I’d been in Pokhara two years, but Dhumman’s a local sleaze. They’ve got no kids, but they’re happy in their own fucked-up way. Dhumman’s in a government job too, spending 20 days a month in Kathmandu, probably jerking off. When we moved in, Madhu and Savita hit it off. Savita adored our daughter, maybe because her own womb’s empty. Slowly, they became such tight sluts they shared every detail of their dripping cunts.
I called her Savita Bhabhi. She’d swing by our place often, and I’d throw dirty jokes her way, even with Madhu around. “Bhabhi, your ass is so fine, it makes my cock twitch!” I’d say, grinning. She’d laugh it off, firing back, “Pushkar, you’re one horny fucker! Bet you’d jerk off just looking at my pussy!” Savita Bhabhi was a fair-skinned, curvy slut with a full, fuckable body. Like most hill women, she had a round face, short stature, and tits so perky they’d make any dick stand at attention. I’d fantasize about pounding her pussy and ass, making her my personal whore alongside Madhu. My ultimate dream? Fucking both these sluts together on one bed, tearing their holes apart.
Finally, my chance came. The office called, saying I had to head to Kathmandu the next day. I got home that evening, and Savita Bhabhi was there. In front of Madhu and her, I said, “I’m off to Kathmandu tomorrow night for 3-4 days.” Savita left soon after. That night, I fucked Madhu senseless. “Ohhh… Pushkar, ram that cock deeper… fuck my pussy raw!” she moaned, her cunt dripping. “Thwap… thwap… thwap…” the sound of my cock slamming her filled the room. She fucked back with everything she had, knowing we’d be apart for days. “Ahhh… pound me harder… my cunt’s on fire!” she screamed.
The next day, I got home from the office by noon. Madhu was all giggles. “Pushkar, I’ve got some hot fucking news. Guess what I get in return?” I laughed, “Spill it, what’s the deal?” She said, “Hold your dick and listen. Savita Bhabhi wants to go to Kathmandu with you. Her useless husband’s sick there, and she needs to check on him. Oh, and she’ll come back with you too.”
My cock nearly burst through my pants with excitement, but I played it cool. “What’s so hot about that? Buses to Kathmandu are packed every day. Fine, she’s your slutty friend and neighbor, so I’ll drop her off with her man. She’ll be happy, you’ll be happy, and her husband will be thrilled, probably jerking off alone. But what’s in it for me? Don’t tell me I’ll be stuck wanking in Kathmandu.” Madhu snuggled close, laughing. “Relax, you horny fuck, I’ll hook you up with something good.”
Just then, the doorbell rang. Madhu opened it, and there was Savita Bhabhi. She walked in, eyed me, and smirked, “What, Pushkar, did I barge in while you were about to fuck your whore wife?” I grinned back, “Nah, Bhabhi, you’re right on time. Tonight, we’ll sort out that juicy pussy of yours.”
Our bus left at 9 PM. By 11, the lights were out, and the bus was rattling along the mountain roads to Kathmandu. Savita Bhabhi was in the seat next to me. Every jolt of the bus made our bodies grind against each other. “Fuck… Bhabhi, your tits are driving my elbow crazy,” I thought. My cock was rock-hard, straining against my pants. Soon, Savita started dozing, her head resting on my shoulder. Her heavy tits pressed against my arm. “Ohhh… fuck, they’re so soft,” I groaned under my breath.
I gently pressed my elbow into her tits. She didn’t stir, still asleep. My balls were aching, and my courage grew. She was my wife’s slutty best friend, after all. I’d teased her as “sister-in-law” at home, so I decided it was time to fuck her senseless. I crossed my arms and grabbed one of her tits. She stayed asleep. I squeezed harder, feeling her soft flesh. “Fuck… what a juicy tit,” I thought.
The bus was dark, only the “rattle-rattle” of the engine echoing. My cock was throbbing, begging to break free. I barely kept it under control. Savita’s head was still on my shoulder, out cold. I got bolder and slipped my hand inside her blouse. I gripped her massive tit hard. When I squeezed it, she moaned, “Ohhh… Pushkar, don’t squeeze so hard, my tits hurt!” I was fucking ecstatic. I couldn’t hold back and planted my lips on hers. “Fuck, Bhabhi, you’re a total slut,” I whispered.
She slid her hand onto my pants, grabbing my cock and squeezing it hard. “Ohhh… Bhabhi, what the fuck are you doing… my dick’s gonna explode!” I groaned. I lifted her saree and slid my hand inside. My fingers hit the thick bush on her pussy. “Holy shit, Bhabhi, your cunt’s ready for action!” I said. As I tried to finger her pussy, she grabbed my hand and hissed, “Not like that, you horny fucker, someone might see. Cover us first.” She pulled a blanket from her bag and draped it over us.
I put my hand back on her tit, squeezing it over her blouse. She whispered, “Open the hooks, you bastard, squeeze my tits properly, make my pussy burn.” I unhooked her blouse. No bra—her tits bounced free. “Fuck, Bhabhi, these tits are cock-hardening perfection!” I said. She threw the blanket over me too. Now we were hidden, and no one could see the filthy shit we were up to.
She unzipped my pants, pushed my underwear aside, and freed my cock. “Ohhh… Bhabhi, you’re a fucking whore!” I said. She smirked, “Shut up, you horny dog, watch this slut in action.” She lay down like she was asleep, her legs hanging off the seat, her mouth right by my cock. For the next half hour, she sucked my dick like a pro. “Ohhh… fuck, Bhabhi, suck it harder… ahhh… my cock’s going crazy!” I moaned. “Slurp… slurp…” her sucking sounds filled the air. I blew my load in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop. “Fuck, Bhabhi, you drank all my cum!” I said. Then I fingered her wet pussy, cooling her fire. “Ohhh… Pushkar, finger me harder… fuck, my cunt’s burning!” she screamed. “Squelch… squelch…” my fingers made her pussy sing. We both passed out under the blanket.
At 4 AM, the bus hit Kathmandu. I said, “Savita Bhabhi, let’s grab a lodge. We’ll fuck some more, then you can go to your pathetic husband.” She grinned, “Let’s go, you horny fuck, my pussy’s craving your cock.” I booked a double-bed room in a nice hotel. As soon as we got in, Savita ran to the bathroom. As she tried to close the door, I barged in. She yelped, “What the fuck, I need to piss, get out!” I said, “No way, you slut, I wanna watch your sexy ass piss.”
She was bursting from the long bus ride. She hiked up her saree and petticoat to her waist, turned her plump, white ass toward me, and let loose a loud “ssssssss…” as she pissed. “Fuck, Bhabhi, your ass is begging for my cock!” I said. I was rock-hard. Back in the room, I ripped off her saree, tore open her blouse, and yanked down her petticoat. No bra, no panties—my dream slut Savita Bhabhi was stark naked. “Holy shit, Bhabhi, you’re a walking wet dream!” I said.
As I grabbed her tit, she snapped, “Strip, you fucker.” I was naked in seconds. I laid her down and straddled her face, my cock dangling over her mouth, her dripping pussy right in Lilliputian front of my face. She sucked my cock like a hungry whore. “Ohhh… fuck, Pushkar, your cock’s gonna make me cum!” she moaned. I dove into her pussy, licking her clit like a madman. “Squelch… squelch…” her wet pussy sang under my tongue. “Ohhh… Pushkar, eat my pussy… fuck, I’m dying!” she screamed.
She begged, “Stop licking and fuck me. My cunt’s been aching since the bus.” I slid between her legs and slammed my 8-inch cock into her pink pussy in one thrust. “Ahhh… slow down, you bastard, you’ll rip my cunt!” she screamed. I said, “Savita Bhabhi, I’ve been dreaming of fucking your slutty pussy forever. I was scared you’d get pissed.” She moaned, “Pissed? I’ve been craving your cock. Madhu told me you fuck for hours, making her cum four or five times. My loser husband cums in seconds. Fuck my pussy till I can’t walk.”
I said, “I’ll fuck your cunt and ass so hard you’ll never forget my cock.” She screamed, “Stop talking, you fucker, pound my pussy!” I ramped up the pace, my cock pistoning in her dripping cunt. “Thwap… thwap… thwap…” the room echoed with our fucking. “Ohhh… harder… tear my cunt apart… ahhh!” she screamed. “Fuck me raw… I’m a thirsty slut… ohhh!” She came hard, her pussy soaking my cock. I kept pounding her juicy hole. “Squelch… squelch…”
She went limp, but I kept fucking her sopping cunt. My cock slipped out, and I pressed it against her asshole. She gasped, “No, not my ass, it’ll hurt like hell!” I begged, “Please, Bhabhi, let me fuck your ass. Madhu never lets me.” I added, “I’ve been obsessed with your tight ass forever.” She smirked, “Fine, you horny dog, fuck my ass, but go slow.”
My cock and her ass were slick with her pussy juice. I kissed her plump ass cheeks, making her moan. “Ohhh… Pushkar, you’re killing me…” I unhooked her blouse, freeing her tits. “Fuck, Bhabhi, your tits make my cock throb!” I said. I eased my cock into her tight asshole. “Ahhh… slow, you fucker, my ass is gonna split!” she cried. But I fucked her ass for 15 minutes, “thwap… thwap…” until I blew my load inside her. “Fuck, Bhabhi, your ass is heaven!” I said.
Panting, she said, “Madhu told me you’re a beast in bed. One night, when you and my husband were away, I slept over at her place. I was scared to sleep alone. In the middle of the night, she grabbed my tits, waking me up. I said, ‘What the fuck, you slut?’ She laughed, ‘Just wondering why my husband dreams of fucking your pussy.’ She pulled off my petticoat—my saree was already off, no panties. She ripped off my blouse and bra, sucking and squeezing my tits.”
“Her hands slid to my pussy, rubbing it hard. I rubbed her tits back. She said, ‘No fun over clothes, strip and play.’ I tore off her blouse, bra, and petticoat. We were naked, playing with each other’s tits and pussies. She fingered my cunt, and I fingered hers. Then she sat between my thighs, licking my pussy. Fuck, it was unreal! I licked her pussy too. We 69’d, eating each other out. ‘Ohhh… lick my cunt… fuck!’ she moaned.”
“She grabbed two fat eggplants, handed me one, and shoved the other in my pussy. My cunt was so wet it slid right in. I fucked her pussy with the other eggplant. ‘Ohhh… fuck my cunt harder!’ she screamed. We fucked each other’s pussies with eggplants for an hour, then collapsed, naked in each other’s arms. Before sleeping, she bragged about your cock and how you fuck her senseless. Since then, I’ve been dying for your cock. Madhu promised to hook us up, but it never happened until now.”
I said, “How was my fucking, you slut?” She purred, “Your cock’s a fucking god. Fuck my pussy and ass again?” I grinned, “Hell yeah, my whore!” And we went at it again, the room shaking with “thwap… thwap…” and “ohhh… ahhh…” as I pounded her holes.
By the time we reached Kathmandu, I’d cum in her pussy and ass twice. An hour later in the hotel room, I was exhausted and crashed. I slept till 9 AM. When I woke, Savita Bhabhi was at the dressing table, dolling up. She wore a red saree with a light red blouse, her bra straps teasing through the fabric. “Fuck, Bhabhi, you’re ready to get fucked again!” I said.
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