Indian wife blackmailed
I’m a happily married, 28-year old wife and mother and
a very successful businesswoman working on my own and
partly for my husband in Bombay. I’m smart,
good-looking, I eat right, exercise, and have a body
that my critical eye says still looks pretty damn good
in a small two-piece swimsuit. In my second life, I am
a wanton slut that will do whatever my young stud
lover wants me to do.
Raj, my lover, is 25 years old and works at our firm
responsible for doing legal jobs of his body is
rock-hard. Brown eyes, beautiful black hair, and the
nicest ass I’ve ever seen on a man.
I am very much the professional in the office, but at
office luncheons, pubs and parties, I am an outrageous
flirt. I just can’t help it. At first, Raj was the
perfect target for my flirting good-looking, young,
single, and very aware of my status and position in
the office. He was always fun to tease, always a good
sport — until a farewell party of one In the holiday
mood and feeling safe with my husband, Sagaar, at my
side, I had been merciless flirting with Raj all
evening. Later in the evening, I was walking out of
the upstairs bathroom when a hand grabbed my arm and
pulled me into a bedroom. It was Raj.
“Come here, you cock teaser.” He hissed, as he closed
the bedroom door behind us. I didn’t say a word
because I assumed he was now kidding me in return, or
maybe he had had just a little too much to drink.
His hands shot to my breasts and roughly felt them
through the green velvet of my dress. His fingers
found my bra less nipples and they hardened to his
“No, Raj! What do you think you’re doing? My husband
is downstairs!”
“I’m breaking a cock teaser. In my neighborhood we
know how to deal with cock teasers and you are the
worst I have ever met. When I’m through with you, you
won’t tease me anymore.”
His rough talk and his rough grabs were so out of
place, so beyond anything in my experience, so
surprising, I was shocked and had to suppress a
nervous giggle. But at the same time, the whole
situation was turning me on. I didn’t fear for my
safety, because of the setting and that it was Raj,
and I knew he would never hurt me. Still, the
roughness was causing me to respond. Sagaar, always a
gentleman in and out of bed, had never talked to me or
felt me the way Raj was. This was new and exciting. I
fell back almost willingly when Raj pushed me back on
to the bed.
“Raj! Stop it! Are you crazy?” I was protesting, but I
was also keeping my voice low.
Raj ripped down his zipper and pulled out a beautiful,
rigid cock. He threw my skirt up over my face, pulled
down my panty hose and, instead of removing my
panties, he merely pulled the elastic crotch far
enough to the side to slide that wonderful dick into
my already hot, wet cunt and I started the best orgasm
of my life on his second stroke. When he came, he
pulled out and stood up. I sat up and smiled at him,
“Wow! I really can’t believe that happened, Raj. It
was great, but I can’t believe I just cheated on my
husband!” Raj grabbed the back of my head and pulled
me to his still-hard cock, “Shut up, bitch. Lick me
I took his warm and sticky cock in my mouth, sucking
it and then licking our juices from its length. As I
was working on his cock, Raj said, “Do you know why
cock teasers tease? Because they are really sluts and
that’s the only way they know how to ask for it the
way they want it – hard and fast.”
I heard him, but was enjoying his cock too much to pay
that much attention to what he was saying. Finally,
when he was clean, he returned his meat into his pants
and zipped up. He walked out of the bedroom without
another word, and by the time I had reassembled myself
and returned to the party, he was gone.
That night was the beginning of my descent into
raunchy sex. I didn’t know it then, but Raj had given
me something I could no longer live without. Until Raj
took me on that bed, I never knew sexual excitement
like that existed. I had never been that aroused, and
I wanted more.
At work the following Monday, Raj followed me to my
car and demanded a blowjob. There was never any
question of doing what he said to do. I vividly
remembered my orgasm, the total release and
satisfaction, and wanted more. I gave Raj his blowjob,
and that became the daily ritual. Every afternoon, I’d
be sucking on my stud’s hot cock as his hands roamed
over and in my body. He’d fill my mouth with cum, and
watch me swallow it, and then I’d lick him clean,
drive home and be the perfect wife and mother. On
Friday afternoon, Raj gave me his address and told me
to be there by noon on Saturday. It was easy enough to
tell Sagaar that I was preparing for a project, which
always entailed extra hours at the office. When I
arrived at Raj’s, he pointed me to the bedroom and
told me to undress. For the next three hours I was
held in the most wonderful state of sexual awareness
in my life! Raj tired this girl out! His hard body and
hard cock were all over and in my body. I became a
slave to his touch. He would tease and play with me
until my release was about to explode, and then back
off – he drove me crazy and into ecstasy. He fucked my
mouth, my cunt, my tits and my virgin ass hole. He
sucked my nipples and toes and fingers and clit. He
massaged my legs and back and breasts and my pussy.
Sagaar had been the only other man wanted Raj to fuck
me for days. I was dressing to leave, standing on
wobbly legs, hugging Raj around the neck, when he
patted my buns and said, “Same time, next Saturday,
slut.” “I’ll be here.” “See you in the parking garage
after work on Monday, slut.” “I’ll be waiting, Raj.”
It was hard to believe, but our fuck session the
following Saturday was even better than the first! Raj
was so young and strong and aggressive. The more he
demanded from me, the more I responded and enjoyed.
But after that second Saturday, I didn’t want to wait
another long week between Raj’s fucks. Every evening
after work hours I begged Raj to let me visit him.
Finally, on Thursday he said yes. I stayed until
midnight and just about crawled home and into my bed.
Driving home, I admitted to myself, for the first
time, that I was no longer in control of all aspects
of my life — I was physically and sexually addicted
to Raj. On the third Saturday, Raj wasn’t alone when I
arrived. “This is my friend, Amit,” smiled Raj.
I said hello to Amit and the three of us talked for a
while. I couldn’t wait for him to leave, so Raj and I
could get on with the fucking! I get hot just being
close to Raj. Raj patted me on the knee and smiled
again, saying, “I told Amit you’d give him a blow job,
before he left.” “No, Raj, I can’t do that.” I
couldn’t understand why Raj would say that, and
wondered how far he was going to push me. “Well, Babe,
then I guess you better get your coat and get the fuck
out of here. No more fun times with me.” I knew Raj
was serious. I’m embarrassed to admit I thought about
it for only a few seconds. I was not prepared to give
up Raj’s pleasures so easily.
“Okay, Raj, I’ll do as you ask.” With a huge grin,
Amit led me into the bedroom and sat on the edge of
the bed. I opened his belt and trousers and pulled
them down to his shoe-tops. I knelt on the floor,
between his legs, and wrapped my lips around his cock,
feeling it grow and harden inside my wet mouth. Before
Amit came, Raj entered the bedroom. He was naked and
seemed to enjoy watching me fuck Amit with my mouth.
His dick was hard and I reached for it with my hand as
Amit exploded in my mouth.
I’m sure you guessed that Amit didn’t leave, and the
next several hours I had both men fucking and sucking
me in turn and at the same time. It became obvious
that Raj’s favorite position was pounding his cock
into me, doggie-style, as I sucked on Amit’s cock. My
body was sore and tired as I drove home from Raj’s
apartment. I couldn’t believe that, up until about 4
weeks ago, only my husband had ever made love to me,
and that day I had been used and abused by two young
studs. I wondered why I didn’t have regrets or more
guilt. The relationship, if that is what this is, has
gotten kinkier and kinkier. I continued to go to Raj’s
place almost every Saturday for the next couple of
months. Most days Raj was alone, but Amit did show up
occasionally and the 3-way was repeated each time.
In late March, Raj told me to get there a little early
and when I did, he handed me an outrageous outfit. It
was a saree very transparent, Blouse with no back and
deep low and wide open in the front. No ghagra just
this two clothes and both very transparent and very
high heels. “Put these on, Chikni Gulbadan. I’m having
some friends over to watch cricket, and you’re going
to be our waitress.” I definitely didn’t like the
sound of that, after my experience with Amit. “Raj,
please don’t make me do this. I don’t want to
entertain your friends — just you. I’ll wear this
saree for you.”
Raj grabbed the clothes from my hand. “No problem,
chikni . You know the rule — you do what I ask, or we
don’t play anymore. It’s that simple. You wear this
for my friends or An hour later, dressed in the outfit
and wearing more makeup than I have since I was 14, I
was serving beer and chips to Raj, Amit and three
friends. My tits, ass and pussy were being grabbed,
tweaked, poked, probed and fingered at every
opportunity. I was pulled down on to laps for feels
and kisses until one of the new guys pulled out his
hard cock and told me to sit on it. Of course, and as
usual, all this mistreatment had really turned me on
and I was only too happy to position myself in his
lap, facing him, pulling my saree, and slowing
lowering my hot, wet cunt onto his cock. He pulled my
top over my head and began to attack my tits with his
mouth and hands. That started the party in earnest.
After that first fuck, I moved from lap to lap,
fucking and blowing the five guys as fast as they
could shoot their load and get hard again. I was
having a ball, but instead of appreciating having an
attractive, willing woman available to take care of
their animal urges, these guys were crude and rude and
gross. One guy had me lie down on the coffee table as
he poured beer on my tits and pussy and lapped it up.
Another guy pulled his cock then lifted each one up to
my mouth so he could watch me lick his cum off my
nipples. Amit lay on his back on the floor and had me
mount his cock. Another guy, Dilip, stood over Amit
and I sucked his prick into my mouth. Within a few
minutes, a third guy walked over and stood watching. I
reached for his erect penis and jerked it off until he
shot his cum all over my face. The sight of the cum
must have been enough for Amit and Dilip, because they
both came within seconds of each other.
For 2 hours, to the hoots, catcalls, cheering and
whistles, I serviced their cocks. They were no longer
men to me, they were only jerking, pumping, and
shooting cocks. And I loved every minute of it.
Raj must have realized how exhausting the whole thing
had been for me, because about 2 hours after starting,
he told me to get dressed and to go home. I left,
blowing kisses to everyone’s moans and groans because
I was leaving. When I got home, the kids were fast
asleep and Sagaar was napping. Thanking my lucky
stars, I stripped and made my way to the shower. I
smelled like a whorehouse next to a brewery. I was
shampooing my hair when the shower door opened and
Sagaar stepped in wearing a smile and a hard-on. My
guess was that he woke from his nap with an erection
and wanted me to do something about it. Without a
word, I leaned back against the wall and let my
husband walk his cock up inside me. When he came, I
thought about him adding one more gooey load to the 10
or 12 loads of cum already filling my cunt, and I had
my most intense orgasm of my action-packed day.
After the party, things got back to “normal” for a
while. Everyday after work, I give Raj a blowjob. He
lets me visit him about one weeknight every two weeks
and almost every Saturday. Amit is usually thereon
Saturdays, and sometimes, Dilip also shows up. It
doesn’t matter to me whether it’s 1 or 2 or 3 — I
service them all — letting them do whatever they want
to me. Last week was the ultimate demand by Raj. After
work, he handed makeup and the contents of the bag. I
told him that it was impossible for me to get out that
late on a Friday night. Raj told me to be there or
else say good bye, and then he walked away.
Lucky for me, Sagaar is a trusting individual. I know
I abuse that trust, but, that night, after dinner, I
told him I was going out with some women from the
office for a bachelorette party. I didn’t know then
how close to the truth I was. I parked outside of
Raj’s and looked in the bag. All that was in it was a
black garter belt, black stockings and black high
heels. It wasn’t easy, but I stripped and put the sexy
stuff on in the car, fixed my extra makeup in the
visor mirror, and put on my overcoat. Music was
blasting through Raj’s apartment door and I had to
knock several times. Finally, Raj opened the door and
held up a finger for me to wait. He turned back into
the apartment and announced, “The entertainment’s
here. Get the groom ready!” More yells from inside
followed. Raj curled his finger for me to step inside.
His living room was full of men. Beer cans were
everywhere and an X-rated video was on the VCR. In the
center of the room was a good-looking guy sitting in a
desk chair, with his hands behind him. Raj took my
hand and led me into the room, “Gentlemen. This is the
Sex Machine. Some of you have already met her and know
what I mean. The rest of you — well, hold on to your
balls! “Our dear friend, and groom-to-be, Ganesh,
requested that I not get a stripper for the party. It
seems he didn’t want to risk any hanky-panky the night
before his wedding. He wants to remain pure! “I didn’t
think it was fair to the guys to ruin our fun, so
here’s what happens. Ganesh is tied in his chair and
gets to watch what he could have had, because…..”
Raj opened my raincoat and threw it out of the room,
“…the Sex Machine is here!”
For the next two hours, I fucked and sucked 11 of the
12 guys there. Everybody except Ganesh had me at least
twice, and every time it was no more than 4 feet from
his bulging eyeballs. It wasn’t long after I started
that Ganesh began to beg to be released. I tempted him
with my tits and ass and snatch, but Raj refused to
release him. Finally, when things slowed down, Raj
asked everyone if Ganesh should be allowed to change
his mind. Most of his friends booed the idea, but Raj
said he’d let Ganesh go if he earned it. We tried
thinking of a challenge for Ganesh, when I felt the
cum dripping down my thighs from my overused and
overflowing pussy. I suggested that before Ganesh
could fuck me, he had to eat me clean. Ganesh didn’t
hesitate. I laid down in the center of the room, where
the men could see their cum over and in my pussy. Raj
untied Ganesh and he fell on top of me, diving into my
cunt. The room burst into cheers as I came and came.
At last, Ganesh dropped his pants and shoved his meat
up inside my sloppy cunt. He came in only a few
strokes and collapsed on top of me. I rolled Ganesh
off and stood on wobbly legs. Raj wrapped my raincoat
around my shoulders, told me to take Saturday off, and
said there was a present for me in my pockets. I sat
in the car for a few minutes. My thighs and hips and
cunt felt like I had just given birth. My mouth and
jaw felt like I had spent hours in a dentist’s chair.
My neck and shoulders and tits were sore and showed
teeth marks. I asked myself, “What the hell was I
doing?” When I got home, I dressed downstairs and
started up to the bedroom. All was quiet.
videotape. I couldn’t imagine why Raj would give me a
tape, so I put one in the VCR and hit “PLAY.”
I couldn’t believe it! It was a tape of this evening’s
festivities and I never noticed anyone filming! I
wondered what Sagaar would think if he saw them? I
popped the tape out and hid them in my closet. As I
stretched my sore body out under the sheets, I
resolved to tell Raj no more parties. One-on-one with
him, only. I just don’t know what I’m going to do if
he says “no way, slut.”

Now I will tell you my experience with Nighat. Nighat
is my best friend and her parents are also our
relatives. Nighat always liked me. One fine evening
Nighat came to my house and talked to me. Then she
asked my mom if she could stay with us for two to
three days. My mom gave permission and after taking
dinner we all went in our rooms. Then I said goodnight
to Nighat and went in my room. One of our room was
extra were Nighat was to spend the night. At midnight
Nighat came in my room and told me that she could not
sleep there for some reasons and she wants to sleep
with me. I agreed and we slept together by putting our
arms around each other. Nearly at 2:00 am i heard
moaning voices, I woke up by those voices and saw
Nighat was fingering her pussy. I was amazed to see
all that. I could not control my self and started to
sniff her pussy smell. Nighat shivered from that
reacted and ordered me to suck her pussy, with that
order I quickly rushed in her thighs and started to
suck her pussy lips. She was enjoying a lot and told
me that she always wanted to have such a nice
experience with me. She took off my clothes and held
my huge cock in her hands then she started to suck it.
She ordered we got in 69 position and started to suck
each other.Nighat got her orgasm, I sucked it like a
thristy dog. Then Nighat spread her legs widely and
told me to put my rod in her lovely pussy.My cock’s
head just went inside her and she screamed. She told
me that she is a virgin and she can’t bear my huge
cock. Then i took honey and butter from the kitchen
and applied it on her pussy area and on my cock. I
started to fuck her and after some minutes Nighat
started to enjoy all that and told me that now it’s
not hurting. Then she fully naked and took off her
bra. I started to suck her good smelling bra and
panties. She pulled me on the bed again and told me”IS

I sucked her erected nipples and bit them one by one.
Then i made her in doggy position and started to fuck
her like a lund(cock) in her pussy and started to pump
my dick. I was feeling my self in heaven. After that
it was a time to have a most enjoyable thing. I
ordered her to sit on my face and then I sucked,
licked her pussy. She pulled my head in her thighs
then she cum in my mouth and on my face many times.

Then I made her in doggy position and came from back
and started to suck her shit hole and pussy. She was
enjoying it soo much. Then I sat on her breast and
fucked her boobs while she made her boobs close to
each other. My lund (dick) was feeling very warmly
between her two sweet boobs.

We enjoyed this night very much and after that night
we fucked many times till now.

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