I’m Kamini, 30, a smoking-hot woman whose body drives men wild with lust. Married for 7 years, but this story’s from last month when my pussy’s thirst turned me into a slave for two cocks. My AC crapped out in the middle of the night, and my pussy was already burning from unmet need. Hubby called a mechanic in the morning, set for 11 AM. He left for work at 10, saying, “Call me if it’s a big issue.” I got busy with chores, but my pussy still ached from last night’s half-assed fuck. I waited till 11:30—that bastard mechanic never showed.
Finally, I hit the shower. Stepped out, stood naked in front of the mirror, eyeing my body. Fair skin, full tits, dripping pussy—I was turning myself on. Grabbed some lotion, rubbed it all over. Last night’s heat, with no AC, left my husband’s 5-inch dick useless—couldn’t cool my fire. It’s a tiny toy, nothing for my raging lust. My hand slid to my pussy, stroking the wet slit, fingers dipping in and out. I moaned, “Fuck, I need a thick cock to rip this hungry pussy apart.” Lost in heat, my gasps echoed in the room.
Suddenly, I felt eyes on me. My pussy blazed, but I yanked on a short nightie—knee-high, no bra, no panties. I love showing off my legs and pussy bulge at home. Stepped out—nobody there, but the main door was wide open. “Shit, I forgot to lock it!” I cursed. Went to shut it, and there he was—a 30-something guy, tool kit in hand, eyes dripping with naked lust. He grinned, staring me down, his pants bulging with an 8-inch cock. I knew this fucker saw me fingering my pussy and bolted out when he heard me. My fault—should’ve locked the door. His gaze ate up my tits and pussy, like he’d fuck me right there. “Sorry, Madam, got late. I’m Dileep, here to fix the AC,” he said. I let him in, led him to the bedroom. Showing him the AC, I caught him ogling my bare legs under the nightie. He opened the AC cover, turned to set it on the bed—and we both saw it. A wet stain on the white sheet, my pussy juice screaming my lust.
Our eyes locked—his burned with dirty hunger. I flushed red, threw a blanket over the stain, and bolted out. Then I remembered—jewelry and papers in there. What if this asshole steals? Went back, sat on a stool, pussy still tingling from that wet mark.
Later, Dileep said, “Madam, water’s in the outdoor unit. Might be a plumbing issue—need a plumber.” I shrugged, “Don’t know any.” He grinned, “No worries, my buddy Mantu’s one. Should I call him?” I nodded. He dialed, and soon Mantu showed up. They got to work. Then Dileep asked for the warranty card. I called my husband—he said it’s in the top dresser drawer. Figured I’d grab it myself, precious stuff and all.
The stool was high. I climbed, Dileep holding it steady, his hand on my waist for “support.” Halfway up, I remembered—no panties. Looked down—Dileep’s eyes were glued to my bare thighs and pussy, his cock rock-hard in his pants. I rummaged for the card, then caught a reflection in the side mirror. Mantu in the bathroom, sniffing my panties, rubbing his dick through his pants. His lust soaked my pussy more—I knew these fuckers were plotting to bang me. Turned too fast, slipped off the stool. Dileep caught me—his hand slammed between my bare tits, two fingers plunging into my wet pussy. “Ahhh… my pussy’s massage kicked off!”
His fingers in my soaked pussy ripped a scream from me. My starving cunt couldn’t handle the sudden attack—I jolted with heat. “Ahhh… you bastard, what the fuck!” I yelled, but lost balance, tumbling. Dileep grabbed me, snagged my nightie—it tore clean off in his hand. By the time we steadied, I was stark naked before two men, my fair tits and dripping pussy a feast for their eyes. Mantu ran in at the noise, his cock jumping in his pants at the sight of me.
I dropped my eyes in shame, spun to face the wall. My pussy still throbbed from Dileep’s fingers. “Get me a towel quick, and both of you—out!” I snapped at Mantu. He laughed, “Madam, don’t be shy—I’ve already seen you naked. Why torture your pussy with fingers when two fat cocks are right here? After we leave, you’ll just shove your fingers in and wreck that cunt anyway. Look—your pussy’s so hot and thirsty, the bed’s screaming it. Your husband can’t fuck your lust away.”
Before I knew it, both bastards stripped naked. Dileep came up behind me, rubbing his 8-inch cock on my ass. Its heat teased my crack, like it was growling, “I’ll rip your pussy and ass today.” I shouted, “No… don’t! I’m married—if my husband finds out, my life’s fucked!” I turned to run, but crashed right into Dileep’s strong arms.
He squeezed my tits, “Madam, who’s gonna tell him? A smooth, fair chick like you—guys like us don’t get this lucky often. Fate’s handed us a shot, and we’ll fuck your pussy into a gaping hole, whatever it takes.” He mashed my tits hard, sucked my nipples, tried kissing my lips. Then Mantu slid between my legs, spread them wide, and planted his tongue on my pussy. He licked like a starving dog, his hot tongue grinding my clit. First time anyone ate me out—hubby hates oral. Mantu slurped my pussy juice like a beast. “Ahhh… my pussy’s massage turned into a full-on fuck!”
I lost it—last night’s pent-up lust exploded in my body. My thighs clenched, brain went numb. I hit the sky, and with a loud scream, my pussy gushed like a fountain. Mantu lapped it all up, and I kept flowing. Calmed down eventually, and we crashed on the bed. They ran their hands over me—top to bottom—squeezing my tits, rubbing my pussy, sucking my lips. I moaned, “Ahhh… fuck me… rip my pussy apart!”
Dileep grinned at my gasps, “Madam, suck my cock—wet it with your hot tongue.” I refused, so Mantu smacked my ass hard. “Quit the drama, slut,” he barked, flipped me over, shoved a pillow under my belly. My soaked pussy gaped open for him. He slammed his fat cock in. First time something that thick hit my pussy. It slipped—he cursed to Dileep, “Fuck, her husband’s a limp dick. This hot slut’s pussy’s still tight—gotta stretch her hole.” Dileep climbed on my waist, spread my legs wider, pried my pussy open. My thighs screamed in pain.
I yelled, “Ahhh… go easy, it hurts!” Mantu snapped, “Your husband left your pussy tight—takes work to rip it open.” He shoved two thick fingers in my dripping cunt. It was so wet, juice leaked out. I needed cock now, but these bastards were teasing my youth.
Mantu’s fingers fucked my pussy for five minutes—I went wild. My cunt begged for cock. I screamed, “Please… stop teasing—shove your fat cock in! Don’t care about the pain, tear my pussy apart. Fuck its thirst away today, or I’ll die!” Mantu lined his 8-inch beast at my pussy. Its fat tip wouldn’t budge. He came to my face, “Suck it, slut—wet it with your filthy tongue, then it’ll wreck your pussy.”
Sweat broke seeing his raging cock. “Fuck, it’s three times thicker than my husband’s 5-inch toy—how’ll my little pussy take it?” I thought. But he forced it into my mouth, “Suck, slut—wet it, or it’ll rip you dry.” I sucked, heat taking over. Its thick head barely fit, but I licked it sloppy. Dileep mashed my tits, then buried his face in my pussy, tongue-fucking me. Then he rubbed his long cock on my slit—not as thick as Mantu’s, but still a weapon for my tight hole. He spread my pussy with his hands and thrust—his tip popped in with a wet smack.
Felt like heaven crashed into my pussy. Pain hit, but it doubled my lust. I screamed, “Ohhh fuck… I’m dead! Dileep, fuck me—no mercy—shove it all in!” My dirty moans filled the room. He rammed it to the hilt—I came instantly, pussy juice dripping. “Ahhh… my pussy’s massage turned into pure fucking!”
Dileep pounded me for 15 minutes—I came again. He said, “Mantu, she’s ready for your fat cock now. Go easy—her pussy’s still tight for you.” Mantu got behind me, mounted me like a wild bull. His thick tip pressed my pussy—wouldn’t go in. He grabbed my tits, yanked them, threw his weight down. His cock tore into me slow. I screamed, “Ahhh Mantu, stop—my pussy’s splitting—I can’t take it!” My legs thrashed, but his tip inched in. My breath choked, brain blanked—I nearly passed out.
A loud pop—his whole cock sank in. Darkness hit my eyes, body stiffened, thighs locked. I screamed in pain—blood trickled from my pussy. Dileep laughed, “Quit yelling, slut—enjoy it. Your pussy’s seal’s busted. Your husband just dumped his cum—today we’ll gape your cunt.” Mantu started slow, in and out. My pussy walls hugged his thick rod. He gripped me from below, mashed my tits, hips pumping. Pain faded—pleasure grew. I matched him, “Ahhh Mantu, fuck me—tear my pussy wide!”
His speed shot up. For 20 minutes, he ravaged me brutal. Our cum blasted together. In the heat, I grabbed Dileep’s cock, sucked it hard—his hot load flooded my mouth. We fucked four times till 5 PM that day. They split before hubby got home. Felt like a second honeymoon—every married woman deserves a pussy-ripping fuck like this years in, to quench that thirst.
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