Hello, Satya’s back after a long time, and I’ve got another scorching hot sexual experience to share with you all. Hope you’re ready to get your rocks off while reading about my latest escapade. Let’s dive right in.
After securing a job, my parents got busy playing matchmaker, trying to find me a suitable bride for an arranged marriage. During my fortnight-long leave spent in my hometown, they paraded a bunch of photographs of prospective brides in front of me.
One girl caught my eye – Ankita. She had a cute, innocent look. I agreed to meet her and true to their efficient ways. My parents arranged the meeting within a week.
Upon reaching her house, I was gradually introduced to her family – her parents, younger brother, and grandmother. But it was her mother who truly stole the show. That hot MILF was in her mid-40s, a plump Indian bombshell housewife draped in a saree that hugged her curves in all the right places.
As a MILF lover, I’ve mostly fucked married women older than me, and this one had my cock throbbing with desire. For a moment, I forgot why I was there—to meet her daughter for potential marriage. My eyes were glued to her mother, imagining all the dirty things I wanted to do to that sexy woman.
That hot MILF noticed me ogling her, but she brushed it off, a subtle smile playing on her lips as if she knew the effect she had on me. Her family ushered us into their living room, offering refreshments as we waited for Ankita to make her grand entrance.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally arrived in a silk saree and holy fuck. She was a sight to behold. A slimmer, younger version of her mom, with the same striking features – a tall, cute face and a body that promised to be just as delicious as her mother’s.
She greeted me shyly before taking a seat across from me. Our elders started chatting away, asking us questions about our jobs, postings, studies, and all that boring stuff. I tried to focus on their words, but my eyes kept drifting back to Ankita’s mother.
After a few minutes of small talk, our elders decided it was time for us to have some privacy. They suggested we head to the terrace to talk freely. Once we were alone on the terrace, I turned my attention to Ankita. I asked her about her studies, her career plans, and what she expected from me and my family.
She answered calmly and politely, but then she dropped a bombshell. “I’m a lesbian,” she said bluntly. “I have no interest in men. Don’t waste your time or mine by agreeing to this alliance. I’m only doing this because my parents are forcing me to marry a man.”
She paused before adding, “I have a girlfriend.”Her confession took me by surprise, but it also evoked a mix of emotions—excitement and curiosity chief among them. Here was this beautiful young woman sitting in front of me, confessing her true desires. It was fucking hot.
“Dear, it was surprising but also fucking admirable that you confessed your feelings before the marriage was finalized,” I said, leaning in a bit closer to her. “But do your parents know about your sexuality?”
Ankita shook her head. “I’ve only told my mom so far. But instead of supporting me, she’s saying that I’ll ‘become normal’ after marrying someone. She thinks that will fix me.” She rolled her eyes, clearly frustrated. “But I know that’s never gonna happen. My life will be ruined if I go through with this.”
I nodded, understanding her plight. “Then how long do you think you can keep denying these marriage proposals? Your parents will pressure you to choose a guy sooner or later.”She sighed, knowing I was right. “What can I do otherwise?” she asked, her voice filled with desperation.
I had an idea spark in my mind—a plan that could give us both what we wanted. “Give me some time,” I said softly. “Let’s not deny this marriage proposal just yet. Ask your parents for some time to make a decision. Tell them you need to get to know me better.” Ankita looked at me, hope shining in her eyes.
“So, will you say that to your parents ?” She nodded slowly. “Now, let’s go back down before they start wondering what’s taking us so long. We made our way back down to the living room. That’s when I noticed another cute girl about Ankita’s age waiting in the hall.
She greeted me with a cheerful “Bhaiya,” which fucking irked me for some reason. I forced a smile and pretended everything was normal. But Ankita caught my eye and subtly signalled that this was Priya, her girlfriend.
Ankita’s parents only knew Priya as her childhood friend, none the wiser about their secret relationship.
After we finished our snacks, I excused myself to wash my hands in the kitchen. As I entered, I saw Malini Aunty, Ankita’s mom, moving around the kitchen platform. Her curves were on full display as she bustled about. My eyes were glued to her ass, swaying gently as she worked.
She must have felt my gaze because she turned around and caught me staring. A slow smile spread across her face. She raised an eyebrow as if challenging me to look away.
“Do you like Ankita, beta?” she asked.
“I do, Aunty,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “But I need a little time to make a final decision.”
She glanced around to ensure we were alone. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Beta, I shouldn’t hide the fact that Ankita is… going through a phase. She’s been interested in relationships with other girls rather than men. I think this is just a phase she’s passing through, and she’ll gradually settle into a normal married life with you.”
Her eyes pleaded with me as she continued, “I request you to give this marriage a chance. Ankita is a well-mannered, educated, and good-natured girl. If you decline the proposal, her father might discover her interest in women, and he could become very angry. He might even disown her. I don’t want my family to break apart because of this. Hope you understand our situation, beta.”
As she spoke, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and sympathy. This sexy MILF was practically begging me to marry her daughter. She was unaware that I was more interested in exploring the forbidden desires swirling around in my mind. Desires that involved Malini Aunty herself.
“Aunty, if I marry your daughter, she might deny me physical intimacy and continue her affair with her female friends. It could ruin my married life,” I said, my voice firm but respectful.
Malini Aunty placed a reassuring hand on my arm. “Don’t worry, beta. I’ll talk to her and convince her to try living a happy married life with you. She needs some time to adjust.”
I took a deep breath, knowing what I wanted. “Fine, Aunty. I agree to marry Ankita. But in return, I want you. You’re the most attractive woman I’ve ever met. You’re so irresistible.”
Before she could protest, I leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. It was brief but passionate, a promise of more to come. She was surprised, her eyes widening in shock, but she didn’t resist. When I broke the kiss, I smacked that ass of hers gave a wink and left the room, leaving her stunned.
As I turned to leave the kitchen, I saw Priya standing at the entrance, a cunning smile playing on her lips. She must have witnessed the exchange between Malini Aunty and me. I smiled back at her, a silent acknowledgement of our shared secret, and then left the room.
Later, my family and I took our leave. My parents told Ankita’s family that I would convey my final decision on the marriage within a week. Ankita mirrored this sentiment to her parents, leaving everyone with a sense of anticipation and uncertainty.
As we walked out, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. The game was on, and I was determined to play it to my advantage. That same night, I called Ankita on the phone and laid out my plans for an open marriage.
“Listen, Ankita,” I said, my voice low and serious. “If we go through with this, I promise I won’t force myself on you physically without your consent. You’ll have the freedom to pursue your lesbian affairs with your girlfriends, including Priya. In return, I want the same freedom to seduce and bang other women.”
Ankita listened intently, her eyes wide with surprise. “But what about our society, our families ?” she asked.”I don’t give a fuck about societal norms,” I replied. “As long as we’re discreet, no one has to know our business. And who knows? Maybe this arrangement will work out for both of us.”
Luckily for me, Priya had kept her mouth shut about what she’d seen earlier that day. Leaving me free to pursue my desires with her lover Ankita’s hot mom.
The next day, my phone rang, and to my excitement, it was Malini Aunty. “Beta,” she said, “I want to meet you in private. There are some things we need to discuss.”
I couldn’t hide the smirk that spread across my face. “Aunty, my parents are going out of town for a family function this coming weekend. You could come over to my place then.”
There was a pause on the other end before she responded, “Alright, beta. I’ll come.” I hung up the phone, feeling a rush of anticipation. Finally, I would have this sexy MILF all to myself. The wait was almost over.
Finally, Friday night rolled around, and my parents left for their family function. I was alone in the house, my heart pounding with anticipation. Malini Aunty arrived early Saturday morning, just as she had promised. She was wearing a purple silk saree, accentuating her curves.
I welcomed her into my home. She hesitated in the hallway, trying to explain her reservations. “Beta,” she started, her voice trembling slightly, “I am your future wife’s mother. I’m a married woman. It’s wrong for us to pursue this relationship.”
But I was adamant, my desire for her clouding any sense of right or wrong. “Aunty,” I interrupted, pulling her close, “the only way I’ll agree to this marriage is if you promise to be available for me whenever I want you.”
She tried to protest again. But I silenced her with a passionate kiss, exploring every curve of that sexy body. My hands roamed over her ass, pulling that hot MILF against me. She let out a soft moan, melting into my touch. I looked into her eyes, seeing the passion and desire reflected in me.
Without a word, I took her hand and led her to my bedroom, shutting the door behind us. The room was filled with tense anticipation as I turned to face her. My heart is pounding in my chest. I started to kiss her again, this time with even more fervour.
My hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and contour through the thin fabric of her saree. She let out a soft moan. I cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were hard and begging for more. Malini Aunty’s breath hitched.
I slowly began to unwrap that saree, followed by her blouse and petticoat, revealing that luscious body inch by inch. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving that hot MILF standing before me in a black lace bra and matching panties. I pushed that bra aside, exposing those perfect tits.
I leaned down, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting gently while she arched against me. Her hands fumbled with my shirt, eager to feel my skin against hers. I helped her out of it. I then trailed kisses down her neck, making sure to mark her skin with love bites.
She gasped as I reached the swell of those beautiful breasts again. My hands travelled south, hooking my fingers into those panties and pulling them down slowly. My fingers found their way between those thighs, parting them gently. I explored every inch of that pussy lips, kissing.
She moaned loudly, begging for more. Two fingers slipped inside easily because she was so fucking wet.”Fuck you’re so tight,” I groaned against that pussy.” I want you inside me,” she begged. “Not yet, Aunty, not yet.
I continued to tease that pussy with my tongue, circling and sucking while she bucked her hips against my face. Her hands were tangled in my hair, pulling and guiding me where she needed me most.” Please, beta,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. “I need you inside me.”
I smiled against her thigh, loving the power I had over this sexy MILF. “Not yet, Aunty,” I murmured. “I want to make you come first.”With that, I doubled down on her pussy, sucking and flicking my tongue rapidly. I pumped my fingers in and out of her tight pussy.
She cried out, her body tensing as an orgasm ripped through her. “Fuck yes,” I groaned, pulling away from that pussy. I could see that beautiful face as she came down from the high. Her chest was heaving nipples hard as fuck, begging for attention, so I gave it to them.
Leaning down, I took one into my mouth, then the other, sucking and biting, making sure to be gentle but firm. She moaned loudly, arching into me, begging for more.”I want you to fuck me,” she demanded.”I know what you want, Aunty, but first, let me taste you some more.”
With that, I trailed kisses down her stomach, making sure to pay extra attention to her hips and thighs. This time when I entered the pussy with three fingers, curling them up. Hitting that spot inside while my tongue worked magic on her pussy. She screamed out another orgasm.
Her body shook beneath mine as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. I pulled away, giving that pussy a final lick before making my way up that body once again. Malini Aunty was thoroughly pleased and begging for more. I decided it was time to give her what she really wanted.
I positioned myself between her thighs, my rock-hard cock poised at her entrance. I looked into her eyes, seeing the raw desire and need. “Fuck me, beta,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around my waist and urging me closer. I pushed into her slowly at first.
Letting her feel every inch of my cock as it filled that tight pussy. She moaned loudly, arching into me and taking all of me in. “You’re so fucking tight,” I groaned as I bottomed out inside her. I started to move slowly and steadily, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into that wet heat.
Our bodies moved in sync, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Malini Aunty dug her nails into my back, urging me on. “Harder beta, harder,” she begged. So I gave it to her harder and faster, our skin slapping together loudly, filling the room with obscene sounds of our fucking.
I could feel that pussy clamping down on my cock as another orgasm built within her. “That’s it, Aunty, come for me again,” I encouraged. And cum she did, screaming out my name as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her. Seeing that beautiful face contort in ecstasy sent me over the edge.
I cum hard, pumping my seed deep inside that pussy. We stayed like that for a moment, connected both physically and emotionally, before I rolled off her. I pulled that sexy body against mine.”That was amazing,” she said, smiling up at me. “I’m not done with you yet, Aunty,” I replied, grinning back.
With that, I flipped us over so she was on top, impaling herself on my already hardening cock again. She rode me slowly and sensually, grinding against me while we kissed passionately. Our tongues danced together, mimicking the movements of our bodies below.
Her marital symbols, like sindoor on her forehead, her mangalsutra and her bangles and anklets while she rode my cock was a sight to behold. I grabbed onto those hips, helping to set a faster pace as we both chased our next release. The room was filled with moans and groans of pleasure.
We fucked like animals, unable to get enough of each other. Then With Malini Aunty on all fours, I positioned myself behind her, taking a moment to admire that perfect ass. The sight of my cock, glistening with her juices. I teased her entrance for a moment before slamming into that wet heat from behind.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned as I started to move, my hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The angle was perfect, allowing me to hit that spot deep inside that had her moaning and pushing back against me. I reached around, finding her pussy and rubbing it in circles.
I pounded into her from behind. Malini Aunty moaned loudly, her body trembling with pleasure. “I’m close, beta,” she panted.”So am I, Aunty. So fucking close,” I replied through gritted teeth. With a few more deep thrusts, we both came undone.
Our orgasms ripped through us simultaneously, leaving us breathless and spent. I collapsed onto the bed beside her, pulling that sweaty body against mine.”That was incredible,” she said between ragged breaths.
After laying and cuddling naked for some time, Malini Aunty finally stirred, saying, “I should get dressed and go, beta. It’s getting late.”I kissed her passionately one last time before she left, my hands roaming over that ass one more time.
“Come tomorrow, Aunty. I want to take your virgin ass,” I murmured against her lips. She looked into my eyes, a mix of nervousness and excitement shining in hers. “Okay, beta. I’ll come tomorrow. We have one more day before your parents return anyway.”
With that, she dressed quickly, giving me one last smile before slipping out the door. That same evening, Malini Aunty called me and said that Ankita had agreed to marry me. She was now happier than guilty of cheating on her husband for the first time.
I, too, gave my consent to my family, and our marriage date was set. My sex encounters with Aunty or my mother-in-law Malini continued for a few years after my marriage with Ankita. Then she got her menopause and her interest in sex gradually reduced, and I moved on to other MILFs.
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