I’m Anshul, and there’s this distant relative we call Mausi, a 36-year-old unmarried woman who’s absolutely stunning. Her body could drive any man wild. She recently moved to our city and started staying with my uncle and aunt. One hot afternoon around 2 PM, I had to drop by their place for some work. The heat was unbearable, and I was drenched in sweat when I knocked on their door.
Mausi answered, looking breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly, like she’d been doing something intense. Her face glistened with sweat. She wore a thin, clingy maxi dress that hugged her curves, her boobs practically bursting out. She invited me in and sat me on the couch. I asked where my uncle and aunt were, and she said they were in Delhi, not back until tomorrow. I said, “Cool, I’ll come back later.”
But Mausi stopped me. “Why the hurry? It’s scorching outside. Let me get you a cold drink.” She swayed to the kitchen and returned with two glasses of chilled cola. As she sat, her dress slid up, showing off her thighs, her cleavage impossible to ignore. I mustered some courage and asked, “Mausi, why were you panting when you opened the door?” She tensed, her eyes flickering nervously. “Just some chores,” she mumbled, but her shaky voice gave her away. Something was off.
I said, “I need the bathroom,” and before she could respond, I headed there. Inside, I was floored. Two long eggplants lay on the floor, and nearby, her pink panties and bra hung on a rack. My cock shot up instantly. It hit me—she had nothing on under that maxi. I stepped out, and she was staring at me, a mix of worry and curiosity in her eyes, like she knew I’d seen something.
I smirked, “Mausi, relax. I know why you were out of breath.” Before she could speak, I stepped close, lifted her into my arms, and kissed her hard. She stiffened for a moment, then gave in, her tongue tangling with mine, her body pressing against me. She was already worked up, and now she was on fire.
We stumbled into the bedroom, still kissing. She pulled back, gasping, “Anshul, hold on. Let me get ready.” I raised an eyebrow. “Ready how?” She blushed, “I’ve never been married, never had a wedding night. Let me make this day special, like a suhagdien.” I grinned, “Go for it, Mausi.” She slipped into the dressing room and emerged after 15 minutes, looking like a vision in a tight red saree, her blouse barely containing her boobs, the pallu teasingly draped over her slim waist.
I pulled her close and kissed her again, my hands exploring her body. Her lips were soft and wet, and I devoured them. She whispered, “No rush, Anshul. Let’s make this suhagdien epic.” We started stripping each other, savoring every second. I peeled off her saree, leaving her in her blouse and petticoat. She fumbled with my shirt buttons, her hands shaking with excitement. For nearly 30 minutes, we kissed and groped, lost in each other. I unhooked her blouse, and her full, round boobs spilled out, nipples hard and pink. Her pussy was soaked, swollen like a juicy orange.
I dropped down and started licking her pussy, my tongue flicking her clit. She moaned, “Ohhh… fuck, Anshul… that’s so good…” Her hips rocked as I sucked harder, my fingers sliding into her tight, wet pussy. She was dripping, her juices coating my lips. “Why didn’t you find me sooner?” she gasped, voice thick with desire. “I’ve been dying for this… ohhh… fuck me, make me whole…” Her moans echoed, “Ahhh… uhhh… my pussy’s gonna burst…”
She gripped my hair, pulling me closer as I ate her out. Her body shook, moans louder, “Ohhh… shit… I’m gonna cum…” I kept licking until her pussy pulsed against my tongue. Then she pushed me back, saying, “Your turn. Give me that cock.” I teased, “Thought you didn’t do that.” She smirked, “I’m your wife today. I’ll do it all.” She grabbed my 7-inch cock, stroking it before taking it in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip, and I groaned, “Fuck… Mausi… so good…” She sucked me for 15 minutes, lips sliding down my shaft, hand on my balls. I was close, “Stop, or I’ll cum.” She grinned, pulling back. “That was fun. I was scared for nothing.”
We were both sweating, the room electric despite the AC. She grabbed my cock, rubbing it against her thighs, then guided it to her pussy lips. “Fuck me, Anshul,” she whispered, lying on her side to grip my cock better. Her tits were near my mouth, and I squeezed them hard, making her moan, “Suck my tits, baby…” I took a nipple in my mouth, sucking and biting as she groaned, “Ohhh… yes… harder…” Her pussy was drenched, and she rubbed my cock against it, teasing herself.
I couldn’t wait. I positioned my cock at her entrance, feeling her tightness. “Ready, Mausi?” She nodded, biting her lip. I pushed in slowly, and she gasped, “Ohhh… fuck… it’s big… go slow…” Her pussy was so tight it gripped me like a glove. “Fuck me harder, Anshul… make me yours…” she begged. I started thrusting, slow then faster. The room filled with our fucking sounds—wet slaps and her moans, “Ahhh… uhhh… fuck my pussy… tear it apart…” I grabbed her hips, pounding deeper, her pussy squeezing my cock.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me tighter. “Harder, baby… fuck me like a slut…” she screamed, body shaking. I slammed into her, balls slapping her ass. “You love this cock in your tight pussy, Mausi?” I growled. She moaned, “Yes… ohhh… fuck yes… I’m your whore…” Her dirty talk drove me wild, and I fucked her harder, the bed creaking. Her pussy was so wet it dripped, the sound of our bodies echoing, “Slap-slap… squish-squish…”
After 20 minutes of pounding, I felt my orgasm build. “I’m gonna cum, Mausi,” I grunted. She locked her legs tighter. “Cum in me… fill my pussy…” she moaned. I thrust harder, and with a groan, I exploded, my cum flooding her pussy. She screamed, “Ohhh… fuck… I’m cumming…” Her pussy clenched, milking me dry. We collapsed, panting, bodies slick, clinging together.
We showered together, and I grabbed her tits again under the water. She giggled, “You’ve made me a real woman, Anshul. What now?” I smirked, “Let’s hit the market.” She got dressed, and we went shopping. She bought me clothes, saying, “Your gift.” On the way back, she said, “Stay tonight. Your uncle and aunt are gone till tomorrow.” I called home, blaming office work.
Back at her place, I grabbed four beers. She hesitated, “I don’t drink.” I teased, “You didn’t suck cock either.” She laughed, “Fine, for you.” We drank, and the buzz hit fast. Soon, we were kissing, hands everywhere. I pushed her onto the bed, lifted her petticoat, and slid my cock into her pussy. I squeezed her tits hard, fucking her deep. “Ohhh… Anshul… fuck my pussy again…” she moaned, slurred from beer and lust. The room filled with fucking sounds, “Slap-slap… squish-squish…” She screamed, “Ahhh… uhhh… fuck me harder… own my pussy…”
I fucked her for another half hour, her tits bouncing with each thrust. When I was close, I slowed, teasing her nipples as she moaned, “Ohhh… I’m cumming again…” We came together, my cum filling her pussy again. Exhausted, we lay there, spent but satisfied. Two hours later, we were ready for more, and you know what happened next. Whenever we got the chance, we fucked like crazy, each time wilder than the last.
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