Hey there, I’m Roshan, and I’m about to share a steamy, cock-hardening story from my life that’ll leave you hot and bothered. I live in Delhi, and let’s just say I’ve fucked my fair share of girls, housewives, and even a few aunties whenever the chance came up. My dick’s always ready for action, and I make damn sure to use it to the fullest. Today, I’m telling you about one of my hottest fucks—a wild ride with my wife’s friend, Nita. Man, she’s a total bombshell, and this story’s gonna make your pants tight. Buckle up, because I’m diving into the juicy details of how I fucked Nita’s pussy raw.
I’ve got a decent place in a nice Delhi neighborhood—small but comfy, with AC and all the good stuff. My wife’s got this friend, Nita, who’s been driving me crazy for years. She’s married to this guy Ramesh, who’s alright but doesn’t earn much, so they’re always fighting. Nita spills all her drama to me, and we’ve got this easy vibe going. She’s a fucking goddess—tall, fair, with curves that could kill. Her tits are big, firm, and always begging to pop out of her tight tops. And her ass? Fuck, when she walks, it sways like she’s teasing every cock in the room. I’ve jerked off thinking about her so many times, but I always knew I had to fuck her for real.
One day, my wife was out visiting some relatives, not due back till three in the afternoon. It was my day off, so I was chilling at home, probably in my boxers, when the doorbell rang around eleven. I opened the door, and holy shit, there was Nita, looking like a wet dream. She had on skin-tight jeans and a red top that hugged her tits so hard I could see her nipples poking through. I was like, “Nita? What the hell, what’s up?” She smirked and said, “Ramesh dropped me off downstairs. He’s got some urgent work at the office, won’t be back till evening. Is your wife home?” I told her, “Nah, she’s out, won’t be back till three.” Nita pouted, “Damn, it’s only eleven. What am I supposed to do now?” I grinned and said, “No biggie, come on in.”
She stepped inside, and like always, she gave me a hug. But with my wife gone, I was extra horny, and her big tits pressing against my chest made my cock twitch. I held her a bit longer than usual, and then, feeling bold, I kissed her forehead. Nita blushed and said, “Hey, what if your wife thinks something’s up? You’re alone, I’m alone.” I laughed, “Want me to call her right now?” She quickly shook her head, “No, no, don’t do that. Just call her at two-thirty, say I showed up.” Then she dropped a bombshell, “I lied to Ramesh. He’s actually in Jaipur for work. I came here by auto.”
My dick was practically jumping at that. I pulled her into another hug, and this time, she kissed my forehead back. The air was getting thick with tension. Nita said, “I’m starving, Roshan.” I didn’t waste a second—called Domino’s and ordered a pizza. It showed up in half an hour, and we ate, laughing and chatting. After, we went to my AC bedroom to chill. I was on a chair, and Nita sprawled out on the bed, her curves looking like a fucking invitation. She patted the bed and said, “Come on, lie down here.” My heart was pounding as I climbed onto the bed next to her.
We started talking random shit, but my eyes kept drifting to her tits. I couldn’t hold back anymore—I slid my hand onto one of her breasts. She didn’t say a word, just gave me this slutty look that screamed “fuck me.” I started rubbing her tit, feeling her nipple harden under my fingers. Nita was loving it, her breathing getting heavy. I leaned in and kissed her lips, hard. She kissed back, and next thing I know, I had my leg over her, squeezing her tit while my tongue fucked her mouth. Her hot breath was driving me wild. I climbed on top, spreading her legs and grinding my hard cock against her pussy through our clothes. The heat from her cunt was unreal.
Nita wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, her hands running through my hair. She slipped her tongue deep into my mouth, moaning softly, “Mmm… ohhh…” I could tell she was as horny as I was. I sat up, ripped off my shirt, and told her, “Take off your top.” She hesitated, then said, “Roshan, you better not tell anyone about this. Swear on me, because if your wife or Ramesh finds out, we’re fucked.” I looked her dead in the eyes, “Nita, I swear, my lips are sealed. Trust me.”
She peeled off her red top, revealing a black bra that could barely hold her massive tits. I unhooked it, and her breasts spilled out—huge, creamy, with dark, hard nipples. I dove in, sucking one nipple while pinching the other. Nita moaned, “Ohhh… fuck… yes…” as I nibbled her nipple, making her squirm. I moved to her jeans, unbuttoning them and yanking them down. Her black panties were soaked, and I pressed my nose against them, inhaling her pussy’s sweet, musky scent. I slid her panties off, and there it was—her clean-shaven pussy, pink and glistening with wetness.
I spread her legs wide and ran my finger along her slit. She gasped, “Ohhh, Roshan, what are you doing?” I slipped a finger inside her tight, hot pussy, and she screamed, “Fuck… ohhh!” Her cunt was dripping, and I finger-fucked her fast, watching her hips buck. She grabbed her own tits, squeezing them hard, and begged, “Roshan, stop teasing me. Fuck me, please. I’m so fucking horny. Ramesh can’t satisfy me. I came here to get my pussy pounded by you.”
That was all I needed. I tore off my pants, and my 9-inch cock sprang free. Nita’s eyes widened, “Holy shit, it’s huge! You’re gonna rip my pussy apart.” I lifted her legs, rubbed my cockhead against her wet slit, and slammed it deep inside with one thrust. Nita screamed, “Ohhh fuck… I’m dying… ahhh!” She started grinding her hips, fucking me back. I pounded her pussy hard, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room. Her cunt was so tight, it felt like it was sucking my cock with every thrust.
We fucked like animals. I flipped her over for doggy style, grabbing her juicy ass and slamming into her from behind. Her tits bounced as she moaned, “Fuck me harder… tear my pussy up!” I spanked her ass, and she went wild, pushing back against my cock. Then she climbed on top, riding me like a pornstar, her pussy sliding up and down my shaft while her tits jiggled in my face. I sucked them hard, leaving red marks. We switched again, fucking standing up, her legs wrapped around me as I drilled her cunt. For over an hour, we fucked in every position, her pussy cumming over and over, soaking my cock with her juices.
When I was about to blow, Nita panted, “Don’t cum in my pussy. I’m not on the pill, and we don’t have condoms.” I asked, “Where then?” She grinned, “My mouth.” I pulled out, and she dropped to her knees, sucking my cock like a pro. She licked my balls, deep-throated me, and when I couldn’t hold it anymore, I exploded, shooting my load down her throat. Nita swallowed every drop, licking her lips and saying, “Fuck, Roshan, you’re a fucking beast in bed.”
Exhausted, we collapsed, tangled in each other’s arms, and passed out for half an hour. When we woke up, I stuck to the plan—called my wife at two-thirty, saying, “Nita’s here.” She replied, “I’m ten minutes away.” That day sparked something wild. Nita and I have fucked countless times since—sometimes at my place, sometimes in hotels. She says my cock takes her to paradise, and I’m hooked on her tight pussy. Every fuck feels like the first, and I can’t get enough of her.