Jethalal Fucks Babita in Front of Iyer

Welcome, friends, to this steamy tale set in Gokuldham Society, where things get wild and dirty. This story revolves around Jethalal, a 45-year-old sturdy Gujarati businessman with a thriving electronics shop and a raging crush on Babita. Babita, a 35-year-old stunning, fair-skinned beauty with curves that drive the whole neighborhood crazy—her tight figure and juicy assets are the talk of the town. Her husband, Iyer, a 38-year-old South Indian engineer, is always stuck at the office, leaving Babita’s needs unmet. For the past week, Jethalal has been sneaking into Babita’s place, banging her pussy and ass every night, addicted to her body like a drug.

But tonight’s different. Jethalal wants to fuck Babita right in front of Iyer, to show that smug bastard who the real man is. For two days, shop work kept Jethalal away, and Babita’s been fingering her wet pussy, desperate for his thick cock. It’s 8 PM, and Jethalal, drenched in sweat, rushes from his shop to Babita’s flat. He’s in a blue shirt and black pants, sticking to his skin. Babita’s in a tight pink nightie, her big tits and fat ass popping out, barely covered. The moment he knocks, she pulls him inside, her eyes hungry. Jethalal grabs her waist, drags her to the bedroom, and throws her on the bed.

Babita giggles, “Jetha ji, chill a bit! Let me lock the door, someone might see!”

Jethalal ignores her, groping her tits through the nightie. Babita moans, “Ohh… Jetha ji, why so fast?” but her voice drips with lust. She hurries to lock the door, then jumps into his arms. Just then, her phone rings—Iyer’s name flashes. She picks up, annoyed.

Iyer says, “Hey Babita, work’s done early. I’ll be home in half an hour. Get ready for some fun tonight!”

Babita’s pissed. This asshole remembers me now? When Jetha ji’s here to fuck me senseless? She snaps, “Fine,” and hangs up, turning to Jethalal. “Jetha ji, Iyer’s coming. You should go!”

Jethalal’s face hardens. “No way, I’m not leaving. Tonight, I’m fucking you in front of that loser!”

Babita’s heart races—part scared, part turned on. Her pussy tingles at his boldness. Jethalal pushes her back on the bed, ripping her nightie off. Her 36D tits spill out, barely held by a black bra. He tears that off too, her nipples hard and begging. Jethalal attacks her tits, sucking and biting like a starving man.

“Ohhh… Jetha ji… slow down… ahhh…” Babita moans, her body squirming. Jethalal’s hand slides to her panties, already soaked. He rips them off, exposing her dripping pussy. He spreads her legs wide, diving in to lick her clit.

“Ahhh… Jetha ji… fuck, that feels so good…” Babita’s moans echo. His tongue flicks her clit, lapping up her juices. He slides one finger into her tight pussy, then two, pumping slowly. Babita’s body shakes, her hands grabbing his head, pushing him deeper. “Ohhh… faster… lick me… ahhh…”

Jethalal’s tongue works harder, his fingers fucking her pussy. Her juices drip down his hand as she screams, “Ahhh… Jetha ji… fuck me now… tear my pussy apart…”

Suddenly, the doorbell rings. Babita panics, “Jetha ji, it’s Iyer! What do we do?”

Jethalal smirks, “Just watch, I’ll teach that fucker a lesson.” He pulls his cock out of her mouth and hides behind the wardrobe. Babita, flustered, wraps a towel around her barely-covered body and opens the door. Her face is flushed, hair messy, the towel barely hiding her tits and ass.

Iyer steps in, his cock instantly hard at the sight. “Fuck, Babita, you look so hot!” He grabs her, carries her to the bed, and tosses the towel aside. Her naked tits bounce, driving him wild. He kisses her hard, sucking her nipples.

“Ohh… Iyer… easy…” Babita moans, but her eyes dart to Jethalal, watching from the shadows. Iyer moves down, burying his face in her pussy. “Fuck, Babita, your pussy’s so juicy… mmm…”

She moans, “Ahhh… Iyer… lick it… ohhh…” but her mind’s on Jethalal’s thick cock. Jethalal, watching Iyer eat her out, mutters, “Fucking bastard, licking my Babita’s pussy. I’ll show him!”

He sneaks up, grabs a scarf, and blindfolds Iyer. “What the hell?” Iyer yells. Jethalal ties his hands and feet to a chair, tight as fuck. Iyer shouts, “Who’s this? Babita, what’s going on?”

Babita laughs, “Jetha ji, you’re a genius!” She hugs Jethalal, who kisses her deep, his tongue exploring her mouth. He squeezes her tits hard, making her moan. “Ohhh… Jetha ji… harder…”

Jethalal turns to Iyer, “You mocked me, asshole? Now watch me fuck your wife!”

Iyer screams, “Jethalal, what the fuck? Babita, what’s this?”

Babita taunts, “You’re useless, Iyer. Jetha ji satisfies my pussy. Today, I’ll take his cock right in front of you!”

Jethalal laughs, “Shut up, motherfucker!” He makes Babita kneel and shoves his 8-inch cock in her mouth. She sucks it eagerly, her tongue swirling around the tip. “Mmm… mmm…” she moans, deepthroating him. Jethalal groans, “Fuck, Babita, you suck so good…”

Iyer, tied up, watches his wife suck Jethalal’s cock. His 5-inch dick gets hard in his pants. Jethalal mocks, “Look at this fucker, getting hard watching his wife get fucked!”

Jethalal grabs Babita’s hair, thrusting his cock deeper. “Gluck… gluck…” sounds fill the room as her throat takes his cock. He groans, “Fuck… Babita… take it!” and cums hard, his hot load splashing her face and tits.

Babita, feeling sorry for Iyer, unzips his pants and pulls out his small cock. She sits on it, but it’s so tiny she feels nothing. “Fucking hell, Iyer, your cock’s useless!” she snaps, climbing off and going to Jethalal.

Jethalal lays her on the bed, spreading her legs. “Now, Babita, feel a real cock!” He rubs his cock on her wet pussy. “Ohhh… Jetha ji… put it in… fuck my pussy…” she begs.

He slides his cock in slowly, “Fap… fap…” sounds echoing as her pussy grips him. “Ahhh… Jetha ji… harder… tear me apart…” Babita screams. Jethalal pounds her, his cock hitting deep. Her tits bounce with every thrust, her moans louder. “Ohhh… fuck… yes… ahhh…”

For 30 minutes, he fucks her in every position—doggy, her riding him, her legs over his shoulders. “Fap… fap… ahhh…” the room’s filled with their sounds. Iyer’s cock stays hard, watching helplessly.

Jethalal feels his climax. He pulls out, stands over Iyer, and Babita jerks his cock. “Fuck… take it!” he yells, cumming on Iyer’s face and Babita’s tits. Iyer shouts, “Jethalal, what the fuck? It’s so hot!” Babita licks the cum off Iyer’s face, her ass facing him.

Jethalal, seeing her fat ass, gets hard again. “Fuck, that ass is heaven!” He bends her over, sliding his cock into her tight asshole. “Ahhh… Jetha ji… slow… my ass will rip…” she cries, but he thrusts slowly. “Thap… thap…” sounds fill the air. Babita leans on Iyer, her tits in his face, moaning in pain and pleasure.

For 20 minutes, Jethalal fucks her ass, her screams mixing with moans. “Ohhh… Jetha ji… enough…” she begs, but he keeps going. Finally, he cums in her mouth, and she swallows every drop, collapsing on the bed.

Jethalal unties Iyer, who’s too ashamed to look up. Jethalal laughs, “See, asshole, who’s the real man?” He dresses and leaves, chuckling. Babita, exhausted, heads to shower.

Iyer, alone, jerks his small cock thinking of Babita’s body, cumming and passing out.

What happens next? Will Iyer get revenge, or will Jethalal and Babita’s fucking continue? Drop your thoughts in the comments!