I’m Samriddhi, 28 years old, and I’m about to spill every raw, unfiltered detail of my life. This is the truth I once buried in shame, but now I embrace it, every sweaty, sinful second. I live in Noida, a world away from my hometown of Lucknow. My husband, Dev, grinds away at a software company here, keeping up the facade of a perfect life. I’ve got an MBA, but I run an online business from home, shielding myself from prying eyes. To outsiders, my life looked flawless—happy couple, cozy home. But inside, it was an empty, throbbing void.
Four years into our marriage, and I still haven’t become a mother. The pressure from our families was suffocating, their words cutting deep: “Hurry up and have a kid, don’t waste time!” I’d sob quietly at night, my tears staining the pillow, knowing it was impossible. Dev couldn’t fuck me. His cock would barely stiffen before he’d cum, a weak spurt that left me untouched. He’d press his limp dick against my pussy, only to collapse in failure. I’d never known the rush of a hard, pussy-pounding fuck. His weakness bled the joy from my life. At 28, my body burned with a young woman’s hunger, but no one could douse that fire.
We tried it all—top-tier hospitals, sketchy herbalists, Ayurvedic remedies. Nothing worked. I’d scream in rage, “If your cock’s fucking useless, what am I supposed to do? Who’s gonna quench my dripping pussy?” He’d stay silent, head lowered, while my cunt ached every night. Our home turned into a warzone, fights erupting constantly. I wanted to be a mother, but how could I when no one was fucking me? Divorce seemed like my only way out.
One night, I laid it all bare for Dev. “Tell me, what’s the plan? Your family’s taunting me, the neighbors are gossiping. I can’t handle this shit anymore. Either give me a baby or set me free. I’ll find a man who can fuck me right.” My words stabbed him like a dagger. He knew his cock would fail with anyone else too. I pushed harder, “Do something, Dev. My clock’s ticking.” I had options—I could remarry, find a man to pound my pussy senseless. But Dev? He’d be shattered.
Then, one evening, Dev found the guts to speak. “Samriddhi, you know I can’t make you a mother. The doctors made that clear. If you want, fuck an ex or a friend. I won’t stop you.” I snapped, “I don’t have anyone like that. If you’ve got an idea, say it.” He hesitated, then said, “My friend Satish. He’s always saying you’re hot, fucking sexy. He’s got a thing for you. Maybe… he could fuck you.” I froze. Hearing my husband offer another man to fuck me sparked fury and a sudden heat in my pussy. Satish’s rugged face flashed in my mind, and my body betrayed me with a flood of wetness.
“Fine,” I said, my voice steady despite the chaos inside. “If you’re okay with it, call Satish. But how the hell do you ask a guy to fuck your wife?” Dev replied, “I’ll figure it out. Just be ready.” We set it for Saturday evening, inviting Satish for dinner. His wife was in Bangalore, so he’d come alone. I saw my chance. I skipped my bra, slipping into a tight, sheer sports tee that clung to my tits, my nipples poking through like beacons. A pair of capris hugged my round ass, the fabric straining over its curves. I let my hair fall loose, painted my lips red, and spritzed on perfume to make Satish’s gaze linger.
At seven sharp, Satish showed up, looking like pure temptation in a black shirt and tight jeans. His broad chest, deep voice, and piercing eyes sent a jolt straight to my pussy. Dev was already hitting the whiskey, probably to dull the reality of what was coming. Satish grinned, “Damn, Dev, drinking solo? You didn’t even wait for me!” Dev slurred, “Tonight, you drink with your bhabhi. Samriddhi’s in the mood.” I flashed a wicked smile. “Oh, Satish, I was just waiting for you. I’m feeling wild tonight.”
We gathered around the table—whiskey, spicy chicken, salad, and snacks spread out like a feast. The air buzzed with tension. I leaned forward, letting my tits sway, my nipples hard against the thin fabric. Satish’s eyes locked onto them, then slid to my ass, his jaw tightening with desire. Dev downed two pegs and passed out on the sofa, leaving us alone. Satish and I sipped our drinks, but our minds were elsewhere. When he saw Dev was out cold, he slid closer, his thigh brushing mine.
He picked up my glass, my red lipstick staining the rim, and licked it slowly, his eyes burning into me. My pussy clenched, soaking my panties. I slid my foot into his lap, and he caressed it, murmuring, “Fuck, Samriddhi, these legs are killer. I bet your body’s even hotter.” I leaned in, pressing my lips to his, and the world dissolved. His tongue invaded my mouth, and my cunt dripped with need.
Satish ripped off my tee, freeing my heavy tits. He attacked them like a starved animal, sucking my nipples hard, grazing them with his teeth. I moaned, “Oh, fuck, Satish, suck them harder!” He devoured one tit, pinching the other, making my nipples throb and my tits flush red. I tore off my capris and panties, spreading myself on a nearby single bed. Satish stripped, revealing his cock—thick, long, veined, and rock-hard. My pussy ached at the sight, desperate to be filled.
He climbed over me, growling, “Samriddhi, I’ve wanted you forever. Jerked off thinking about your tits and ass every fucking night. Now you’re mine, naked and ready.” He spread my thighs wide, diving into my pussy with his tongue. His hot, wet licks teased my clit, driving me wild. I screamed, “Fuck, Satish, eat my pussy! Devour it!” He lapped up my juices, but I kept getting wetter. His fingers plunged into my cunt, pumping fast, while he twisted my nipples. I came hard, my body shaking, my pussy gushing.
But Satish wasn’t done. He kissed my ears, bit my neck, and slipped a finger into my tight asshole, making me squirm. I begged, “Satish, I can’t take it—fuck me now!” He positioned his massive cock at my pussy’s entrance and thrust deep in one brutal stroke. I screamed, “Oh, shit, it’s so fucking big! You’re splitting my pussy!” He pounded me relentlessly, my tits bouncing wildly as he squeezed them. I rocked my hips, taking his cock deeper, while he sucked my lips and slapped my ass. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight, Samriddhi,” he groaned. “I’m gonna fuck it every day.” I moaned, “Yes, fuck me harder! Tear my pussy apart!”
He flipped me onto my knees, my ass high in the air. His cock slammed into my pussy from behind, each thrust making me wetter. His fingers teased my asshole, and I lost it. “Satish, fuck my ass too!” I cried. He slid a finger into my ass, fucking both holes at once. I came again, my body trembling, my pussy clenching his cock.
Satish kept going. He pulled me up, pinning me against the wall. He hoisted one leg over his shoulder and rammed his cock back into my pussy. Standing, he fucked me senseless, sucking my tits as I clawed his back. “Your cock’s fucking magic, Satish,” I gasped. “Keep fucking me!” He slapped my ass, bit my nipples, and pounded harder.
Then he lifted me, impaling me on his cock as I wrapped my legs around him. I rode him, my tits bouncing in his face as he sucked them raw. “Faster, Satish, wreck my pussy!” I screamed, cumming a third time, my cunt squeezing his cock tight.
Suddenly, Dev’s eyes flickered open. Satish froze, pulling out, but I shouted, “Don’t stop, Satish! Fuck me!” Dev laughed, slurring, “Keep going, man. Let her have her fun.” He grabbed another drink and settled into a chair, watching us. Satish grinned, shoving his cock back into my pussy. He bent me over the bed, fingering my ass while fucking my cunt. I screamed, “Satish, fuck my ass too! I’m your fucking whore!”
He took me in every way—on the bed, on the floor, lifting me to fuck me mid-air. I came a fourth time, my body spent but craving more. Finally, Satish roared, unloading his hot cum deep in my pussy, some spilling down my thighs. I collapsed, my body satisfied, my hunger sated.
After that night, Satish became a regular. Every evening, he’d come over, and Dev would watch, sipping whiskey, as Satish fucked me senseless. I felt no shame anymore. Why play the saint when life’s so short? I live for the pleasure now, and I hope soon I’ll be a mother, my life complete with new joy.