Hello readers! Your favourite Raj is back with another real-life experience. These incidents are narrated by my friend Shekhar’s wife from her perspective.
Please do read out my earlier stories – ‘Equated Sexy Installments,’ ‘Rain Rain Cum Again,’ and ‘Sexy Aishwarya in search of Semen.’ Do comment on these. Enjoy the sexperiences!
“Ummm. Yes, come on, Shekhar. Fuck me. Fuck the hell out of me. Aah. Oh my gosh.”
“You are so sexy, Shalu,” Shekhar takes a smooch off my lips and collapses on my nude body.
This is how I start my day, getting my pussy drilled by Shekhar’s morning wood!
Offering my hello to all female readers and my wet cunt to all horny male readers! This is Shalini Prabhute Kamat here! I am a sexologist by profession and married to Shekhar Kamat, a civil engineer.
In my early 30s, I possess a tight sexy body (just like actor Rashi Khanna). It can turn on men of all age groups. I lead a very happy and, most importantly, super sexy married life. Shekhar and I met in college and had a relationship for almost 10 years before we married.
Nothing has changed for us after the marriage. We loved each other back then and love today as well. Had sleepless nights full of sex before marriage and continue to enjoy each other’s nude bodies even today. In fact, I think our sex life has spiced up even more now.
After marriage, we give each other more orgasms than we did before. We also learnt new positions we were unaware of during college. Shekhar always thinks about my pleasure before ejaculating, unlike many Indian men. But the thing is, I have a very high sex drive.
That’s why I specialised in sexology after completing my MBBS. I can’t think about anything else but sex. Coming from a well-educated family background, Shekhar and I are liberal regarding sex. I mean, Shekhar knows that I have had a very high sex drive since my college days.
He even teases me that 1 penis is not enough for me. I had one-night stands with my male friends. Even Shekhar fucks and sleeps with some hot and sexy chicks from his office in the office. Sometimes on construction sites when he’s too busy and can’t get home.
We both respect that. I mean, sex is the need of an adult male or female body, and you have to get that at least once a week, if not from your partner, then from someone else. But get yourself fucked. That’s it!
As mentioned earlier, my sensual body turns on men. At the clinic, I meet many men daily suffering from low sex drive or erectile dysfunction. Their eyes get filled with lust as soon as they look at me.
A woman in her early 30s, with eye makeup, lip gloss and jhumkas in her ear, wearing a deep neck kurti revealing cleavage or a back open blouse. They want to open their pants and bang me. Even in the hospital where I visit, ward boys, patients, and their relatives fuck me with their eyes.
I wish I could suck their balls or ride their erect cocks and give them the heavenly pleasures on earth. But there’s a limit to everything. I have come to terms with the fact that I can’t satisfy every man I meet on my way. I can empathise. But glad that I am someone’s ‘Item’, ‘Chick’, ‘Maal’ or ‘Sex pot’.
One evening after returning home, I stood nude in front of the mirror of our bedroom, caressing my boobs and wet cunt. A thought emerged in my mind of having a baby. 2 years had passed since our marriage. But neither Shekhar nor I ever thought of bearing a child.
The thought of producing a baby out of my vagina turned me on. I masturbated by inserting a dildo that Shekhar had gifted me on our 1st marriage anniversary. I broached the topic of pregnancy with Shekhar. At first, Shekhar didn’t agree but gave a thumbs-up at the end.
Beaming with joy, I gave a blowjob to Shekhar, and he blew a cum load inside my mouth. The next day at my clinic, sitting idly with my eyes closed. I reminisced about the sexy nights I spent with my male friends. Some guys fucked me raw like a maniac.
My genitals, for them, were nothing but just the holes where they wanted to insert their rods. I loved how those bastards banged me, but I hated how little they lasted inside me. Some treated me as a queen of their wet nights, fucked me slowly, deeply and sensuously.
While some gave me full control to ride their erect cocks the way I wanted. It’s been months since I got my cunt and ass rammed by a cock other than Shekhar’s. I often wanted my sexy cunt fucked by Haroon, my compounder.
Haroon stood at around 6 feet 2 inches. Despite being in his mid-forties and a father of 2 college-going girls, he maintained a big, bulky and muscular body. I just loved Haroon’s physique! I wish Shekhar had possessed that kind of physique.
Haroon is very shy and introverted. I never found him checking out my figure. Nor did he stare at my boobs, unlike other men. I used to be with him for over 5-6 hours daily. That’s what I liked about him. I tried to hit on him whenever possible.
By revealing my cleavage by purposefully putting down the pallu of my saree or my sexy back wearing a back open blouse. But Haroon never paid heed to my advances.
I thought, being a widower and sex-starved, Haroon’s patience would break down at some point. Haroon was associated with my clinic for 2 years. In these 2 years, I always thought that today Haroon would fuck me. Tomorrow he would fuck me, the day after tomorrow. But that never happened.
He never opened his pants as I always imagined him to do. Today is his last day at my clinic. He will settle down in Pune for his daughter’s higher education. I don’t know when I will ever meet him again. But I knew that it was now or never. I can’t let Haroon go away like this.
As I was thinking all this, Haroon knocked on my cabin door.
Haroon: Ma’am, I am leaving. I have a 9:30 pm bus to Pune. My daughters will be waiting for me at home. I wanted to say goodbye to you. Thanks for giving me this job. Please forgive me if I have made any mistakes in these 2 years
Me: Haroon, what are you talking about? Mistakes and you? I mean, I should say thanks to you that you helped me a lot in running this clinic. Haroon, sorry, but I haven’t got any gift for you.
Haroon: It’s okay ma’am. I never work for these gifts shifts.
Me: Haroon, before leaving, I want to ask you 1 private thing. I hope you won’t mind.’
Haroon: Ha, puchiye na. (Yes, please ask)
Me: Aapke biwi ko gujre 6 saal ho gaye, aapke dil me kabhi dusri aaurat ka khayaal nahi aaya? Aapne dusri shaadi kyu nahi ki? (It’s been 6 years since your wife passed away. Why didn’t you remarry?)
Haroon: Kabhi dusri shaadi karu, aisa dimaag mein aaya hi nahi. (I never gave it a thought.)
Me: Haroon, par humari kuch jarurate hoti hai, I mean physical needs. Main aapke saath rojana 5-6 ghante rehti thi. Kabhi aapko mere karib aane ka dil nahi kiya? Mera haath pakadne ka, ya kisi bahaane mujhe touch karne ka dil nahi kiya?’
(But we have some physical needs, Haroon. Didn’t you ever feel like just coming close to me and touching me inappropriately for some or other reason?)
Haroon: Ma’am, ab aap puch rahi ho to bata deta hun. Akhirkar mard hun, dil to bohut kiya par himmat nahi joota paya kabhi. Upar se aap itni mast dikhti ho ki kya bataun? Aapke saath rehkar maine apne aap par kaise control kiya, yeh mujhe hi pata hai.
(Now you are asking, so I shall tell you. After all, I am a man. I felt the urge but lacked the courage. And on top of everything, you look so sexy that only I know how I have controlled me)
Haroon confessed that he used to get turned on by me. This made me blush as he said this by giving me a luscious look.
Me: Haroon, please don’t look at me like this. You are making me blush.
I turned away my gaze from Haroon and lowered my eyes.
Haroon: Ma’am, kya aapko mujhe dekhke sex karne ka dil karta hai? (Ma’am, do you get the urge to get fucked by me?)
Me: Of course. Haroon, you don’t know how often I have masturbated by taking your name. Inserting a cucumber inside my pussy you used to bring for us to make sandwiches imagining it as your cock. Your sexy masculine body arouses me to the extent that my nipples get erect and pussy gets wet.
Haroon: I….
Before Haroon could speak, I ran towards him and locked his lips with mine. Haroon responded by kissing me in return. He started fondling my boobs and erect nipples over my saree while kissing me, which aroused me further. I unbuttoned Haroon’s shirt and went on kissing his chest.
He held me up and kissed me as I went down on him. Haroon forcefully removed my saree, petticoat, and bra panty and made me nude. Then, he pulled down his jeans and undergarment and was about to enter me.
Me: Haroon, tumhare lund ko pehle gila karna padega, taaki tum mujhe acche se chod sako. (Haroon, your cock must be lubricated first so that you can fuck me better)
Haroon: Aap mera lund choosogi? (Will you suck my cock?)
Me: Yes, I mean, of course.
Haroon: Nagma ne kabhi mera lund nahi choosa. Ma’am, aap to aaj hi mujhe dharti par jannat dikha rahi ho. Pehle apna ye nanga badan dikhake. Uske upar aap mera lund bhi choosogi. Kamaal hai. Meri toh aaj lottery lag gayi.
Nagma never sucked my cock. Ma’am, you are showing me heaven on earth today. First, you showed me your naked body. Now, you are also going to suck my erect cock. I think I have got a lottery today)
Me: Maine apne 8 saal ke sexology ke career mein bohut lund dekhe hai. Par tumhare jitna bada aur mota lund kisi bhi mard ka nahi tha, I said by kneeling and taking Haroon’s erect cock in both hands.
(I have seen many dicks in my 8 years of sexology career but never came across a dick as big and fat as yours.)
Without wasting a minute, I went on sucking Haroon’s erect cock which was too big for my mouth. I played with his balls and made his cock wet with my saliva. Haroon held me up and took a smooch off my lips.
Haroon: Lund toh gila ho gaya. Ab aur raha nahi ja raha ma’am. Nahi toh mera yahi khade khade jhad jaayega. Apki yeh chikni choot toh mujhe maar dalegi. Bas ab mujhe aapko chodne do.
(My cock has got wet. I can’t control it anymore. Otherwise, I will ejaculate here. Your clean, shaved, sexy cunt will kill me. Just let me fuck you now)
Haroon bent me on the cabin table and tried inserting his wet cock inside my cunt from behind. Within one shot, he inserted the whole erect cock inside my cunt which had got wet due to my vaginal juices.
Me: Aah. Mar gayi meri choot. (Oh fuck, my cunt is dead.)
I started moaning and screaming with pleasure. Haroon was fucking the hell out of me. With the speed at which he was fucking, I was sure he wouldn’t last long and very soon shoot a cum load inside my pussy.
The forceful friction between Haroon’s balls and my butt cheeks produced a very seductive sound. Chhap. Chapp. It was arousing both of us.
Haroon: (catching his breath) Sachme randi, teri thuk ne kamaal kar diya. Kya makkhan ki tarah teri choot me mera khada lund andar bahar ho raha hai. Itna maja nagma ko chodte waqt kabhi nahi aaya. Shekhar sir kitne lucky insaan hai, unhe roj teri choot chodne ka mauka milta hai. Kaash tu meri biwi hoti. Kasam mere khade lund ki, roj raat ko mere bistar pe tujhe aise chodta, aise chodta ki chod chod ke teri choot ka bhosda bana deta mai.
(Really, you slut, your saliva worked wonders. I never got such pleasure while fucking Nagma. Shekhar sir is a lucky man. He fucks your sexy cunt daily. I wish you were my wife. I swear on my erect cock, would have fucked you every night and made your cunt big)
Me: (gasping) Abe randwe, 2 saal teri himmat hi nahi hui mujhe chodne ki. 2 saal me 2 baar tere bacche ki maa ban jaaati main. Baate mat bana. Sirf mujhe chod gorille ki aulad, mujhe chod. Jitna chahte ho, jaise chahte ho waise chodo. Ji bhar ke chodo mujhe. Chod ke meri choot ko faad de aaj.
(You widower, 2 years passed for you to get courage in your balls. Had you fucked me in these 2 years, I would have given birth to your 2 children by now. Just fuck me, you son of a gorilla and don’t just talk. Fuck me the way you want. Fuck my cunt and tear it apart tonight.)
Haroon got turned on by my words. He grabbed my boobs and increased his speed of fucking by squeezing them. As soon as Haroon squeezed my boobs, the sexual tension between my legs crossed its limits. I squirted with Haroon’s erect cock deep inside my vagina.
As I was squirting, Haroon stopped fucking me. He pulled me closer towards him and took a smooch off my lips until I relaxed and all the love juices stopped flowing from my cunt.
Haroon: Randi, tera to paani jhad gaya, ab mein bhi jyada control nahi kar paunga. (You slut, you got your orgasm, I am too on the verge of it.)
Haroon then lifted me in his arms. He threw me on the examination table and entered me in a missionary position. Haroon held me tightly in his arms and was fucking me as hell. I was moaning and screaming with pleasure, and the pain between my legs brought tears to my eyes.
Haroon: (gasping) Aah. Randi, ab meri lassi tere choot me kabhi bhi nikal jaaeygi. (You slut, I will anytime shoot a cum load inside your pussy.)
Haroon shut my mouth with his hand and shot a thick and warm cumload which filled my pussy. Haroon’s semen was so rich in quantity that it oozed out of my cunt. We both tried to catch our breaths and relaxed. Haroon took a smooch of my lips and lay on the examination table.
I kissed his chest and lay in his arms. We both were so tired that we slept on the examination table. We got up when the wall clock showed 8:30 pm. We looked at each other’s nude bodies and passed an awkward smile. Haroon’s bus to Pune was about to leave in 1 hour.
Haroon checked his phone, which had more than 10 missed calls from his daughters. He called them back and told them he would be home immediately. His daughters told him to reach directly to the bus stand. They were waiting for him. He gathered his clothes along with my panty.
Haroon: (sniffing my panty) Ma’am, aapki panty mere sath leke jaa raha hun. Raaton ko jab aapki yaad aayegi toh isme mooth marke so jaya karunga. (Ma’am, I am taking your panty with me. I will sleep at night after masturbating in it by taking your name)
Haroon disappeared. I wondered whether Haroon, who was calling randi sometime before, was the same shy and introverted guy. After getting fucked by Haroon, I felt chilled and refreshed. I went into the washroom to clean my vagina. It had got wet and sticky due to my love juices and Haroon’s semen.
While cleaning my pussy, a sudden thought came to my mind, what if I get pregnant from Haroon’s seeds? Nothing will be more exciting than that.
After 3 weeks, I had sex with Haroon. I did a pregnancy test. But my excitement died the moment the pregnancy test resulted negative. I got disappointed and cursed myself for missing a chance to become a mother of Haroon’s child.
Now, to fulfil my fantasy of giving birth to some other man’s child, I had to search for the right candidate. For this task, I will need Shekhar’s help.
Will I find the right man? This question will get answered in the next part of the story.