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My dream which could be called a nightmare literally shook me, in real life, I wasn’t anywhere even close to the image of self that I had seen in my dream, undoubtedly I had seen ‘Ass to Mouth’ porn videos and repulsively enjoyed them too, but that didn’t mean that I was ready for doing something even close to it. Seeing and doing were two different things and I was sure that I wouldn’t ever allow even Vicky to manipulate me to do such a perverse thing. I wa sure and knew that this fantasy would forever remain a very private fantasy for me.
I also wasn’t Shantanu, who had thrown away a sexy prize catch like me, for being cuckolded, but then how and why did I create Vicky’s lookalike ‘Nitin’ in my fantasies, undoubtedly he had disappeared after fucking me and shooting his spunk in a condom but for me the important issue was, was I considering ‘Cuckolding’ even Vicky? If I had been actually fucking Vicky because Shantanu wanted me to do so, I had dreamt of being fucked by Nitin because in my dream Vicky wanted me to do so.
As per the story in my fantasy, it was undoubtedly Vicky who had brought Nitin along to fuck me, but he had been able to do so because unknowingly or subconsciously I had allowed Vicky to do so, after all nothing happened in my fantasy without my wanting it.
I needed to stay away from such porn but on the contrary, I was drowning deeper and deeper in to the ocean of sexual depravity and watching the undesirable visuals as an ‘addict’!
I was utterly scared of myself because I didn’t want to blur the thin and almost invisible line between fantasy and reality, at least in my case. That line had already been erased by Shantanu, my own husband who had fantasies of being ‘Cuckolded’, with my cooperation and as a result I had irreversibly embraced an extramarital relationship with young Vicky.
I had to steadfastly fight my carnal urges and cravings because I didn’t actually want to allow any other man in my bed, after sharing it with Shantanu and Vicky. The sexual freedom that I was enjoying, hadn’t come without a huge price and I didn’t intend to invest myself further to seek higher returns. I knew that higher returns also entailed higher risk, but I had already finished my lifetime quota of risk by investing myself in a relationship which had now become my identity, if not impossible, it was next to impossible for me to quit from that magnetic relationship.
I was getting immersed in the intoxicating, love and hot lust that my relationship with Vicky had given me in plenty and to avoid drowning in it, was imbibing as much of it as I possibly could, I was bursting at the seams because of the resistance that I was putting forward by holding back and not offering my body completely to Vicky. Though sex with Vicky was nothing less than amazing and extremely satisfying,and yet it was incomplete. We still had more to give to each other. A part of me wanted to proudly surrender and give Vicky, unrestricted access to use my body for sex as he wanted. Vicky was always more than passionate while making love with me but alongside he was also very civil in his approach. I wanted an end to this civility by his losing control over his lust for me, I wanted him to treat me like his slave and ravage my body without actually hurting me, I wanted us to touch the limits of sexual madness. I had therefore also been tempting and provoking Vicky with the lewd and obscene gestures and display of my body but Vicky was showing the strength of his character as he probably wanted to respect of my words, more than he wanted my body.
I was having a tough time because the sexual relationship had become romantic, the relaxing internal massage and churning of my cunt, which was Vicky’s fucking, had awakened my love for him, I was feeling suffocated because I wanted to love Vicky with all my honesty but was hiding Shantanu’s involvement from Vicky, if it was only up to me, I wanted to be absolutely transparent with Vicky.
How I wished that Shantanu wasn’t a ‘cuckold’ and I was just cheating on him to please and fuck Vicky, by now I had no hangups about being unfaithful with Shantanu but I was feeling guilty about hiding the truth from Vicky, I didn’t want Vicky to think that I had abused his love and misused his cum, that he had been trustingly gifting me.
Undoubtedly Shantanu’s degradation had become a source of sexual pleasure for me, I was feeling proud that my otherwise accomplished husband was dependent on my lover and me for his sexual satisfaction, which he was so desperate for, that he was willing to make any sort of compromises with his dignity. It was only because I didn’t have the confidence that Vicky would understand but otherwise I wanted him to accept this dimension of our relationship without thinking that I was indulging in a wrong.
I wanted Vicky to fully understand that I had consented to this perversity, if not only but mainly because of him. Just seeing Vicky’s cum had made my pussy desire it too. My body had responded to Vicky’s desire to have sex with me almost instantaneously after my discovery of his fetish for my dirty panties, and it was only to enable Vicky to fuck me freely, that I had given in to bursa escortlar Shantanu’s cuckolding requests.
Vicky had become so important to me that my body and soul were constantly demanding him. I wanted to open up completely with Vicky, I didn’t want anything to be hidden or secret between us. I now needed Vicky so close that I wanted to think everything aloud in his presence, I was still concealing a lot from Vicky but given a choice I wanted to disclose even my darkest desires and secrets to him.
I had made a lot of progress in sex after Vicky becoming part of my sexual life, but I wasn’t done learning, I knew that there was a lot more to sex, and that I was still too naive. I had become so open to sex that I wanted to explore everything possible between the three of us, and that too without showing any respect or consideration for Shantanu. I was sure that I would embrace anything and everything for Vicky, irrespective of how dirty it was. I wanted Vicky to learn to extract all pleasures from me, even if some of them would generally be considered repulsive.
Just like Shantanu was testing his limits by bowing down at my feet and begging me, his wife to fuck another man, so that he could slurp on freshly baked cream pies, made with cunt and cock cream shot inside my orgasmic cunt, I too wanted to surrender to Vicky. I wanted to belong and be owned by Vicky.
I was using more than available willpower to hold back the truth from Vicky, I wanted to divulge and disclose everything to Vicky. It may be difficult to explain it but honesty wasn’t the only reason behind my desire to share the dark details with Vicky. I had reached a point where I needed more, much more from my relationship with both Vicky and Shantanu. I wanted to expose Shantanu’s fetish, so that Vicky too could openly join me in degrading Shantanu, I knew that sooner or later Vicky would get to know about Shantanu’s complicity and wanted to ensure that it doesn’t come to him as a shock. I wanted him to accept and enjoy the fact that I was feeding his spunk to none other than my well-educated and intellectual, husband Shantanu. I also wanted Vicky to feel proud of the fact that he was obliging his rich and accomplished employer by fucking his wife at his request.
While I wanted Vicky to know everything about Shantanu transparently and even fuck me right in Shantanu’s presence before watching him suck out Vicky’s cum deposited in my pussy, I wanted to conceal the depth of the love between Vicky and me, to keep Shantanu guessing. I wanted to make Shantanu miserable by teasingly giving Vicky every possible pleasure which I hadn’t offered to Shantanu.
As a couple we had given Vicky the exclusivity to fuck me because, neither Shantanu, nor I had initiated penetrative sex between us, since the day that Vicky had started fucking me, even though Shantanu was performing oral service on my pussy everyday, to respectfully draw out Vicky’s sperms orally. It’s not that I was missing taking Shantanu’s cock inside my pussy but I wanted him to miss me and suffer because of my denial. Shantanu didn’t have the balls to ask me to let him fuck me, but I wanted to see the expression of misery on his face, while I immersed in greater pleasure than Shantanu could have ever given me with his cock, which was no where close to Vicky’s mighty, powerful and bigger cock. I even wanted Shantanu to watch Vicky fucking me, and was quite sure that Shantanu had been secretly watching us too.
The opportunity that I needed, came to us one morning, when Shantanu went abroad for a business trip of about two weeks. This created a very strange situation, as for the first time after I started having sex with Vicky at Shantanu’s behest, Vicky and I would be alone in the house for days altogether.
The kind of sex that we had been having was like just tasting each other to get the flavour. We had developed full grown hunger for each other and that hunger now needed to be satisfied. In comparison to Vicky I had so much more experience of sex and yet I was hungry for it myself. In that scenario I could hardly expect a boy like Vicky who just had his first sexual experienced a few weeks back.
Shantanu was always at the back of my mind while fucking Vicky prior to this day, but with him temporarily gone, we were free to have sex for ourselves, I didn’t have to think about the impression that he would get, the peeping Tom was not there to judge me, and therefore I wanted to make most of the sex that Vicky had to offer.
The ‘excuse’ that Shantanu had been for restricting our fucking was no more there and we had every reason to fuck freely without any inhibitions. I knew that I was on the verge of being consumed by Vicky’s love and passion, and was also fully prepared for it too.
The opportunity that both of us needed was knocking on our doors, already and full, blown sexual encounter between Vicky and me was imminent now. I knew that it would not be a matter of days, but just hours before that actually happens.
Thankfully I did not have to wait even for hours, as Vicky came to me in our living room and sat opposite me on the sofa, just as Shantanu bursa escort left.
I smiled at him knowingly and to tease just asked him, “What!!!!?”
I didn’t get a smile in return, Vicky rather spoke in a serious tone and asked me ” Bhabhi, for how long has Bhai Saheb gone?”
“He should be back in two weeks or so, any problem?” I knowingly teased Vicky again.
“Please don’t worry about me, but won’t you have a problem without him?” Vicky mocked in reply.
“Why should I have a problem when you are there for me?” I said in a naughty and suggestive tone, almost confirming that the good times between wouldn’t just continue but would also get better.
Vicky very well knew that I wouldn’t be able to manage without fucking him but wanting more than just fucking, played smarter than I realised and questioned, “What’s the point of my being there, when I can’t give you anything unless you have your husband sleeping in your bedroom?”
“That’s true!!” I used my words to tease Vicky, to play naughty with his insecurity, while my smile said something diametrically opposite.
I had the desired effect on Vicky and he spoke in an irritated tone, “Bhabhi I seriously don’t even know what you really want and need from me. I can understand that you like the excitement of fearful and risky sex and therefore want to fuck me only when Saheb is around. You like to keep it risky, and I have fully cooperated with you in that regard, but this feels so incomplete and hurting, I have always loved and respected you and that has not changed even now when we are having sex with each other, but I need to know my place in your life!!”
I didn’t answer his query and rather posed a counter question, “Vicky, how can you respect me when I am cheating on my husband? nobody knows it better than you!!”
“Bhabhi, it’s just sex!! I can understand that probably you are not happy with Saheb and therefore you are coming to me. To me you are my family and I am there for whatever you may need me. I haven’t stopped respecting you because we are having sex. I am grown up enough to understand that you too have bodily requirements. You could have easily gone outside as anybody would consider themselves lucky to have the most beautiful lady in their arms and bed but that didn’t happen, and since our secret is safe at home, it is as best, as it could have been. I thank you for your trust which I promise I will never betray, but why don’t you trust me for not hurting you behind Saheb’s back? I beg you to let me please show you how much I love you!!!!!” Vicky supported me for my supposed wrongdoings.
I knew where was this heading and yet wanting to hear it from Vicky, asked, “What exactly do you want Vicky? How much more trust can I show, you know and are part of my biggest and probably the only secret in life, what are you missing and want, my Babu?”
Vicky replied with all innocence to tell me, what I already knew,”Bhabhi I love you and want to love you properly. I don’t want you to think of me as your ‘fucker’ but ‘lover’. It feels so strange that I am seeing more of you at this moment, rather than the time of our lovemaking which we do and dark and where you just come into my room with the sole objective of fucking quickly and without loving, what I want is to make love to you as properly I can and get love and not just sex in return!!!”
Vicky was totally justified in his demand, he deserved more than he was asking for, because it was he who had taught me the true worth of both, love and sex. It was because of his exceptional capabilities that I had understood, what I was capable of giving and receiving.
Everything he said was true, my attire that day was far more revealing than any other clothes that I had been nearly naked in, on all previous occasions. I was also feeling victorious and proud because whatever Vicky said was exactly what I wanted to hear.
However Vicky wasn’t the only one starving for sex, I was equally or more hungry and therefore saw no point in stretching it any longer, I already possessed the power over Vicky and could have used it as I needed and therefore decided to take our relationship to the next level of intimacy, “Vicky, I can understand and relate to what you are saying and believe me, I am also resisting the kind of love that you’re talking about, because physical intimacy is another aspect but that kind of love making would take the cheating that I am already indulging in, to another level. I am not lying to you, but I can’t tell you as to how difficult it is for me to avoid your love. If it was up to me, I would beg you for it and here I am fighting with my own self to stop myself from getting what I want. I am sorry my love, but I will not deny you anything now, just tell me what you want from me?????!!!!!!”
Vicky thought that he had been explicit enough with me in demanding unrestricted sex from me, “You very well know, Bhabhi what I want!!!”
Now that we were in the verge of enhancement, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to enjoy verbal sex before the physical, “Vicky, I know it but say it for me. Don’t hold back, as I have been waiting for you to assert yourself on me, so please go ahead and demand everything you want as explicitly as you can!!” I wanted our hearts to be as close, as our bodies wanted to be and therefore there was no room left for shame between us. I wanted to hear Vicky’s desires in the same language, in which they were thought.
Vicky was smart enough to understand my need for the sexually appreciative verbal kick, “Bhabhi, you are a very naughty girl!! You are the most beautiful and sexy girl that I have ever seen! If I ever had feelings for any girl, it is you! I don’t know how and when you became my dream girl. I also don’t know how this transformation happened but somehow lust got mixed In my love for you, and whenever I have thought about sex, only you were there in my fantasies. I am the luckiest person on this earth because you consider me worthy of getting and giving love. I know I am being greedy because despite getting the ultimate pleasure from you, I still want more. There is a vast difference in our status and therefore I can understand if you feel shame in showing more of you to me or if you find it repulsive to let me kiss you. We have been in the most intimate act together so many times and yet our meeting is incomplete!!”
“Oh my baby Vicky. I too love you, but all that you are saying is scaring me. You are making me so weak, Honeyyyyy. I know you can give me much more and the problem is that I too want it. I am just scared, what if I started loving you more than I love Shantanu?” I opened up honestly to Vicky.
Out of whatever I said, Vicky probably heard only the word ‘Scared’ and accordingly asked me, “Bhabhi, if this scares you, we can stop it any time and go back to being as we were before!!”
I was horny as hell and was expecting a no holds barred, sex talk with Vicky, it irritated me that smart as he was, Vicky hadn’t understood my need and therefore I replied sarcastically, “Thank you, Vicky, for misunderstanding me and not listening to what I just said. I just drowned in the flood of my own emotions and said whatever I said to you, but you want to act innocent. Well if it’s in my destiny to say more and hear less, I will do it, Baby my pussy needs your cock, I can’t do without it, so am I making it clear that ‘Not Fucking YOU’ is not an option for me now!! Go ahead and ask me for things that I want you to ask for and to which I cannot say no anymore!”
My verbal explosion unnerved Vicky a little, he couldn’t keep his servant status aside and therefore begged for some leniency, “Bhabhi, can we let things happen naturally between us rather than me saying in words to you?”
“Vicky, nothing is happening naturally and I want to enjoy the craving and horniness that you have for me, in words before experiencing it. So please don’t hold back or think that I will judge you. I promise you that you won’t be saying anything that I don’t want to hear, let our intimacy reach the level where we can say whatever we want, because we would need it soon!!” The disclosure about Shantanu, that I eventually had to make was playing heavily on my mind, and I wanted Vicky to develop and share some dark desires with me, so that he was mentally prepared for the kinkiness which I wanted to introduce him to.
Whatever may have been my excuse or reason for encouraging Vicky to become demanding and dominating, but he understood my need for the roughness in his words, and suddenly he gathered courage for the role reversal which I was seeking, “Bhabhi, we have fucked so many times but till date I have neither kissed you, nor seen you completely naked. We have so much privacy that we can fuck all we want and whenever we want, without any restrictions, and yet we fuck only, when Saheb is around and sleeping. You have such a ravishing body, and you are so sexy that I feel sad when I just get to insert my cock in your pussy to fuck you with urgency and that too, in dark, without you, even taking off your nighty. I want to touch squeeze and suck your super sexy boobs and nipples. As much as I want to kiss your lips, I want your tongue inside my mouth and I want to exchange a deep kiss where we exchange lot of saliva. I also want us to fuck without any restrictions whatsoever, I want nothing more than to suck and drink from your sweet pussy, but unfortunately you don’t allow me to do it. Why can’t I suck it????!!!!!”
I didn’t have a problem if Vicky too wanted to suck my cunt just like Shantanu had been doing, further I also knew that if I ever take a cock in my mouth, it would only be Vicky’s cock to have that privilege and honour, after all I had already secretly eaten his creamy cum out of my just fucked pussy on numerous occasions, but even then my phobia or repulsion for sucking cock was still alive, even vis-a-vis Vicky, and therefore I wasn’t going to give him expectations for reciprocation from my side, ” Vicky, I promise that I am not lying to you, but believe me that till date, I have never ever taken even Shantanu’s cock in my mouth, it’s not that I like you less than Shantanu because you also know the extent of my love for you but I am still not mentally prepared for…!!!!!” I couldn’t complete my sentence because it was only partially correct, as I was seriously contemplating loving Vicky’s magnificent cock, orally, not to please him but because I needed to, the love that was simmering in my heart was compelling me to bow down to Vicky, like I had never done before.
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