I’m Rani, and I’m telling my story myself. I call myself wanton, but it’s up to you to decide if I’m a slut or just a woman with needs. If I got caught fucking the neighbor’s boy one night, whose fault is it? Mine? My useless husband’s? Or my hypocritical father-in-law’s? You tell me. I’m going to lay it all bare—what happened that night, how I lured that boy to fuck me, how I got caught, and how my father-in-law and husband took turns ravaging me all night long. Every detail, every moment, I’m spilling it all.
This happened a few months ago. I live in Delhi with my husband, Ravi, and my father-in-law, Ram Lal. Ravi is an only child, and my mother-in-law passed away years ago. It’s just the three of us in the house. I’m 28, fair, with a curvy body—my 36D breasts and heavy ass make heads turn when I walk. But friends, who do I tell my pain to? Three years into our marriage, and Ravi can’t satisfy me in bed. His dick is small, and he’s done in two minutes flat. My body burns with a hunger for sex, but Ravi can’t quench it.
You tell me, man or woman, if your sexual hunger isn’t satisfied, what do you do? You look elsewhere, right? I’m human too, with needs. But it’s not something you can just talk about. Slowly, my mind started wandering. I began searching for a man who could satisfy me, who could fuck my pussy until I was spent.
There’s this guy next door, Vicky, 25, tall, fair, and ripped from the gym. He’s got style, charm, and a smile that could melt any woman. His broad chest, muscular arms—God, I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. It started with small talk, then WhatsApp chats. Soon, we were sexting, sharing dirty pics. I sent him nudes—my tits, my ass, my wet pussy. He sent me shots of his thick, 7-inch cock. Seeing his dick made my pussy throb with desire.
We’d fucked twice before—once at his place when his family was out, and once at mine when Ravi and Ram Lal were away. But those were quick, rushed fucks. I wanted more—a night of unrestrained, fearless fucking where my body could finally be sated.
The chance came when Ravi and Ram Lal had to go to Bhatinda for some property deal. I knew they’d be gone for two days. I told Vicky about it, but he was out of town that day, so it didn’t happen. On the third day, he called me in the evening. “Rani, I’m free tonight. Are your husband and father-in-law home?” I told him, “No, they’re coming back by bus. Won’t be here till morning. They called already.” I gave him a 9 PM slot. I wasn’t scared—Ravi and Ram Lal wouldn’t be back till dawn.
Vicky showed up right at 9, wearing a tight black tee and jeans. I had on a sheer nightie, with only a red bra and panties underneath. The moment he stepped in, I locked the door. We fell into each other’s arms, kissing like animals. His lips devoured mine, and I sucked on his tongue. His hands went straight for my tits, squeezing them hard through the nightie. “Ohhh… Vicky…” I moaned, my body already on fire. I grabbed his cock through his jeans—it was already rock-hard and thick. “Rani, you’re fucking hot tonight,” he growled, sliding his hand under my nightie, rubbing my pussy over my panties.
We didn’t want to rush. We had the whole night. I whispered, “Vicky, give me everything tonight. Fuck my pussy till I’m satisfied.” He grinned, “You slut, I’m gonna tear your pussy apart.” We stripped naked in the drawing room. I pulled off his tee and jeans, revealing his 7-inch cock, standing like a rod. I slipped out of my nightie, bra, and panties, my heavy tits bouncing free. We touched each other like starved lovers. He sucked my tits, biting my nipples. “Ohhh… fuck, Vicky… suck harder…” I moaned. I grabbed his cock, stroking it, then dropped to my knees and took it in my mouth. “Fuck, Rani, you suck like a whore,” he groaned as I deep-throated him, my saliva coating his shaft.
He lifted me onto the sofa, spread my legs, and buried his face in my pussy. “Ohhh… fuck… Vicky…” His tongue flicked my clit, sending shivers through me. My pussy was dripping wet. He slid one finger, then two, into my cunt. “Rani, your pussy’s so fucking wet. You’re such a slut,” he said. I begged, “Yes, I’m a slut. Now fuck me!” He grabbed a condom from the table, slipped it on, and positioned his cock at my pussy’s entrance. With one hard thrust, he buried it deep. “Aahhh!” I screamed as his thick cock filled me. The “thap… thap…” of his thrusts echoed in the room. “Ohhh… Vicky, fuck me… harder…” I screamed, my tits bouncing wildly. He squeezed them, pounding me relentlessly. “Rani, your pussy’s so tight… fuck…” he groaned. I lifted my hips, meeting his thrusts. “Yes… tear my pussy… fuck me harder…” I was lost in ecstasy, my body electrified.
He fucked me for 15 minutes, then flipped me into doggy style. He fingered my asshole, then slammed his cock back into my pussy. “Thap… thap…” The sound of his balls slapping my ass filled the room. “Ohhh… fuck… Vicky… don’t stop…” I moaned, my pussy clenching around him. I came again and again, my juices soaking the sofa. But then, around 10:30 PM, the doorbell rang.
I froze. Who the hell was it? I was sure Ravi and Ram Lal wouldn’t be back till morning. Thinking it was some random visitor who’d leave, I threw on my nightie—no bra, no panties. Vicky quickly pulled on his jeans and tee. I went to the door, heart pounding. When I opened it, I was stunned. Ravi and Ram Lal stood there. I stammered, “You guys? Now?” Ravi said, “Yeah, we got back early. Didn’t take the bus. Some guys from Yamuna Bazaar were driving, so we hitched a ride. Left two hours early.”
My heart sank. Just then, Vicky came to the door. I’d left it open in my panic. He bolted out without a word. Ravi and Ram Lal saw everything—my bra and panties on the floor, the condom packet on the table. Ram Lal’s eyes locked onto them, then the condoms. Ravi’s face turned red with rage. “You fucking slut! What the hell were you doing?” he shouted. Ram Lal joined in, “Whore! You’ve got no shame, fucking around behind our backs?”
I was scared, but anger took over. I yelled back, “Yes, I did it! And why? Because you can’t fuck me, Ravi! You can’t satisfy me! My pussy’s starving, and you do nothing! What am I supposed to do? Die?” That set them off. Ram Lal slammed the door shut. “You want cock, you slut? We’ll give you cock,” he snarled. Ravi added, “You need a big dick? We’ll fuck you till you can’t walk.”
They dragged me to the bedroom. I was still in my torn nightie, naked underneath. Ram Lal ripped it off, leaving me completely bare, my tits swinging, my pussy still wet from Vicky. Ravi stripped off his clothes. His dick, usually limp, was hard and thicker than I’d ever seen—maybe 5 inches but pulsing with rage. Ram Lal took off his shirt and pants. His 6-inch cock was surprisingly thick for his age. I was terrified, but my body was betraying me, tingling with anticipation.
Ravi pushed me onto the bed. “Suck it, you whore,” he growled, shoving his cock in my mouth. I sucked him hard, my lips tight around his shaft. “Fuck… Rani, you suck like a pro,” he moaned. Ram Lal grabbed my tits, squeezing them roughly. Then he spread my legs and started licking my pussy. “Ohhh… Sasur ji…” I moaned, his tongue teasing my clit. I was going insane. Ravi fucked my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat. Then Ram Lal said, “My turn.” He flipped me into doggy style, fingered my asshole, and slammed his cock into my pussy. “Thap… thap…” The sound was deafening. “Aahhh… Sasur ji…” I screamed. “Take it, you slut. I’m gonna rip your pussy apart,” he growled, thrusting hard.
Ravi grabbed my tits, pinching my nipples. Then he shoved his cock back in my mouth. I was being fucked from both ends—Ram Lal pounding my pussy, Ravi fucking my face. “Ohhh… fuck… harder…” I moaned around Ravi’s cock. Ram Lal fucked me for 10 minutes, then flipped me over and shoved his cock in my ass. “Aahhh… Sasur ji, slow… you’ll tear my ass…” I screamed, but he didn’t stop. “Your ass is so tight, you whore. I’m gonna destroy it,” he said, pounding away. The “thap… thap…” of his thrusts mixed with my screams. Ravi took his turn, slamming his cock into my pussy. “Ohhh… Ravi… fuck… tear my pussy…” I begged, my tits bouncing wildly. Ram Lal shoved his cock in my mouth, and I sucked it, tasting my own juices.
I came over and over, my pussy dripping, my body trembling. They took turns all night—Ravi in my pussy, Ram Lal in my ass, then switching. “Ohhh… fuck me… don’t stop…” I screamed, lost in pleasure. I didn’t care about the relationships, the taboos. I just wanted to be fucked. By morning, my pussy and ass were numb, but I was satisfied like never before. Ravi said, “Rani, you don’t need to go outside anymore. We’ll keep you satisfied.” Ram Lal grinned, “Yeah, you slut, we’ll fuck your pussy raw.”
Now, I get fucked every day—sometimes Ravi, sometimes Ram Lal, sometimes both. A wrong deed turned right for me. I’m satisfied, taking cock whenever I want. They’re happy too—no complaints. We’re all living happily.
So, friends, what do you think? Am I a slut, or would you have done the same? Did my husband and father-in-law do the right thing, or was I wrong? Drop your thoughts below.