I am Ishita, 24 years old, and I just got married two months ago. My husband and I live with his parents in their house, but he built a new big room with its own bathroom right on the top floor so we could have some privacy. I wake up early every morning do my exercises on the terrace, then shower in bathroom before going downstairs to help my grandmother-in-law with breakfast.
Things changed when my husband left two weeks on a business trip , so I have been alone in our rooftop room.
My parents raised me well . They always taught me to stay modest, to respect my husband, and to keep our family name clean. I never dated before marriage. The only man who has ever touched me is my husband. I have never seen another cock, never felt another man inside me. I thought that would stay true for the rest of my life.
My body is curvy in the same way big round breasts that strain against any blouse, a narrow waist, wide hips, and a round ass that bounces when I walk. My skin is smooth and light brown. Between my legs I keep a neat triangle of black hair, just the way my husband likes it. When I do my morning yoga in tight pants, my ass cheeks press against the fabric and my breasts jiggle with every movement. I never thought anyone else would see that except my husband.
Around six-thirty in the evening I was walking and then Our neighbor, Mr Bobby is a retired widower in his late fifties. His terrace touches ours only a low wall separates them. He had drilled a tiny hole in my bathroom weeks earlier and just finding a good timing.That evening i found a note .
The note said: Come to my terrace tomorrow at 8 p.m. Wear the red saree from your wedding. Or this video goes to your husband, your in-laws, and the whole housing society. My hands shook as I plugged the drive into my laptop. I watched myself turn under the shower, completely naked and unaware. My hands dropped.
I spent the next few minutes in a fog. I helped my grandmother-in-law cook dinner, but my mind kept replaying the video. At seven-thirty I told her I had a headache and went upstairs. I took the red wedding saree out of the cupboard, laid it on the bed, and At five minutes to eight I wrapped myself in the saree, put on red lipstick, and stepped onto the terrace.
Mr. Bobby was waiting on his side. He had set two plastic chairs and a bottle of whiskey. When he saw me he smiled like he already owned me. Take off the saree,he said. I begged him to give me the copies. He just pointed at the chair. Sit Drink I refused, He pulled out his phone and showed me the video already queued to send. I sat down, shaking.
He made me stand again Remove the saree.My fingers trembled as I unpinned the pleats. The red fabric slid down my hips and pooled at my feet. I stood in my low-cut blouse and petticoat. Blouse next,he ordered. I unhooked it slowly, revealing my white bra. My nipples were already hard from fear,I pulled the drawstring and let it fall my long skirt ,Now I wore only bra and panties. He walked around me, looking at every inch. Then he hooked his fingers in my panties and yanked them down. The cotton clung for a second between my wet lips before dropping. I was completely naked in front of a man who was not my husband.
He told me to turn around and bend over the table. I placed my hands on the plastic surface, ass raised, legs apart I heard him unzip. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my dry pussy. I had never felt another man there. He pushed in anyway, forcing his thick shaft inside me in one long thrust. I gasped at the stretch. He was thicker than my husband but i took it all in without resisting. He gripped my hips and started fucking me hard, each thrust shoving me forward. The table rattled. I bit my lip so no one would hear. He slammed into me again and again, using my married pussy like it belonged to him. When he was close he pulled out, spun me around, and pushed me to my knees. He stroked twice and shot thick ropes of cum across my face on my cheeks, my lips, even in my hair.
Then mr. Bobby grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me inside my room. The door slammed shut behind us. He shoved me onto the living-room floor on all fours. My knees scraped the rough carpet. He kicked my legs wider apart until my pussy and ass were completely exposed. I tried to crawl forward but he planted his foot on the small of my back and pressed me flat. Stay,he said. I heard him open a drawer. He came back with a roll of duct tape and a thick wooden ruler.
He taped my wrists together behind my back, then taped my ankles to the legs of the heavy wooden coffee table so I couldn’t close my thighs. My face pressed into the carpet, ass high, married pussy spread open and dripping his earlier load. He knelt behind me, spat on my hole, and shoved two thick fingers inside without warning. I cried out He pumped them roughly, stretching me, then added a third. The burn made tears spring to my eyes. This is what happens to cheating wives who show their bodies, he hissed. I tried to tell him I wasn’t cheating, but he shoved the ruler between my teeth like a bit and taped it in place so I couldn’t speak.
He lined his cock up again and drove into my pussy in one brutal stroke. The force knocked the air from my lungs. He started fucking me like a machine , vicious thrusts that slapped his heavy balls against my clit. Every time I tried to shift away he slapped my ass hard with his open palm, leaving red handprints. My breasts swung beneath me, nipples brushing the carpet until they were raw. He reached under me, pinched both nipples between his fingers, and twisted until I screamed around the ruler. He laughed and kept pounding.
After ten minutes of relentless fucking he pulled out. I felt cool air on my gaping hole for only a second before something thicker pressed against my asshole. I shook my head frantically, trying to beg through the gag. He ignored me. He spat once more and forced the head of his cock past my tight ring. The pain was blinding. I thrashed but the tape held me. Inch by inch he sank his entire length into my virgin ass. My vision went white. He bottomed out and stayed there, letting me feel every throb while I sobbed. Then he started movinglong, deliberate strokes that dragged his cock almost all the way out before slamming back in. My asshole burned and stretched around him. I could feel my own spit and his precum leaking down my thighs.
He reached around and rubbed my clit in fast circles. My traitorous body responded my pussy clenched and a rush of wetness coated his fingers. He laughed again. Look at the loyal wife creaming on my cock while I wreck her ass. He pulled out of my ass with a wet sound and immediately slammed back into my pussy, switching holes without pause. The sudden change made me come hard, my walls fluttering around him. He fucked me through the orgasm, then pulled out and pressed his cock, shiny with my juices, against my lips. He ripped the ruler out of my mouth and shoved his cock down my throat. I gagged, tasting my own ass and pussy on him. He held my head with both hands and fucked my face until he satisfied.
He dragged me by the hair and threw me onto the bed on my back. My taped wrists stayed pinned beneath me, forcing my chest up. He straddled my face and lowered his balls onto my mouth. Lick he ordered. I ran my tongue over the wrinkled skin, tasting sweat and the faint trace of my own ass. He stroked his cock above me, the head brushing my forehead. When he was close he shifted down and pushed back into my pussy in one thrust. He fucked me missionary style, my legs forced wide by his knees, his belly slapping against mine. He leaned down and bit my nipple hard enough to leave teeth marks. I yelped He did the same to the other breast, sucking and biting until both nipples were swollen and purple.
He flipped me onto my stomach again, pulled my hips up, and drove back into my ass. This time he went faster, using my own spit as lube. My hole made obscene wet sounds every time he bottomed out. He reached under me and shoved three fingers into my pussy at the same time, finger-fucking me while he destroyed my ass. The double penetration made me come again, my body shaking uncontrollably. He pulled his fingers out, wiped them across my face, and kept pounding my ass until his rhythm faltered. He yanked out at the last second, flipped me onto my back, and straddled my chest. He stroked twice and exploded. Thick ropes of cum splattered across my face my forehead, my closed eyes, my open mouth, even up into my hair. Some landed on my tongue the bitter taste made me gag. He kept stroking until every drop was out, then used his cock to smear it across my cheeks and lips like lotion.
Then he pulled the tape off my wrists and ankles. My skin burned where it had been ripped away. He made me sit up and open my mouth wide and showing the cum pooled on my tongue. Swallow,he said I did. The thick glob slid down my throat. He made me lick the remaining cum from his softening cock, cleaning every inch with my tongue .
Everything in this story is fictional.
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