SISTER-IN-LAW
dark- haired young woman's spirits were sunny that fateful morning. Humming a carefree tune, Sunita dried her hands on the kitchen towel and went to get the day's mail. The voluptuous beauty felt only mild curiosity when she saw the envelope addressed to Mrs. Sunita. Probably just some ad, she thought, placing the rest of the mail on top of the television set.
It wasn't until she tore open the envelope, and its contents spilled out, that a horrified gasp escaped her throat. Sunita's hand flew to her mouth and her face flushed crimson. Her heart hammered like that of a captive bird as she clutched the letter with trembling hands.
DO YOU WANT YOUR HUSBAND TO SEE THESE? the scrawled message read. THINK ABOUT IT, SWEET SUNITA. BECAUSE YOU'LL SOON BE HEARING FROM ME AGAIN!
A strangled sob tore from her throat as she bent to retrieve the photographs that had fallen to the floor. Pictures Sunita had hoped, desperately, that she would never see again, that she had tried to shove into some dark and distant corner of her mind. Still, there had always been that nagging fear that someday, they would turn up again to threaten her happiness. As Sunita lifted the lurid photos, her hands trembled, for she knew that that dreaded someday had arrived! The sordid past she had tried to escape had finally caught up with her, threatening to rob her of all that she held so dear. Her beloved husband Vishal and their precious daughter Jaya.
Vishal loved Sunita, trusted her, held her on a pedestal. "Meree pyaree Sunita," he often whispered as he held her close. "Tumhare jaise patni milke mujhe bahut kushee hai!"
Every time Vishal uttered those words, Sunita felt a wave of guilt ripple through her, for she was not as sweet and innocent as her husband imagined. And the tall, shapely brunette whispered a silent prayer that her past would remain buried. She feared that Vishal would be hopelessly disillusioned if he ever learned the ugly truth, that the wife he held in such high esteem had posed for pornographic photos before they were married! Sunita had agonized countless times over the possibility of Vishal's discovery of her sordid past, wondering what would happen if that fearful day should ever arrive. And she always came up with the same frightening answer.
"He'll divorce me," she whispered to the empty room, her hand clutching her constricted throat. "And take my darling Jaya away from me, declare me an unfit mother!" The mere thought of that occurring made Sunita's lips tremble and her green eyes fill with tears. She loved her husband and daughter with all her heart. They were Sunita's whole world now. They had completely filled the emptiness that had settled after her mother's death five years before. Sunita had not really begun to live until she met Vishal. The four years of their marriage, despite its problems, had been the happiest Sunita had ever known. And little Jaya was the precious living product of their love. The twenty-three-year-old felt her heart wrench with pain as she clutched the anonymous letter in her shaking hand, for she could not bear to lose either one of them.
Who could have sent the letter? she wondered, her mouth dry as she stared at the lewd poses she had participated in before she met Vishal. Who had finally unveiled the ugly truth about her, unearthed the dark secret that Sunita had tried, all these years, to keep hidden? That she had needed money so desperately during the final months of her mother's lengthy illness, that she had reluctantly agreed to perform lewd sex acts in front of a camera.
Sunita had not wanted to resort to pornographic modeling, but she had no other choice. Her modest secretarial salary just would not stretch to cover the skyrocketing bills resulting from her mother's illness. When she had tried out for fashion modeling, tall and curvaceous Sunita was told that she was not at all suitable for modeling clothes, for her eye-catching figure was far too voluptuous.
Not long afterward, Sunita saw the newspaper advertisement for a photographer's model. MUST BE ATTRACTIVE AND HAVE GOOD FIGURE, the ad stated. Sunita answered the ad eagerly. When she heard how well the job paid, her spirits soared. Especially when the photographer assured her that she was perfect for the type of modeling he needed. The new medicine that the doctor had prescribed for her mother's pain was so expensive that Sunita worried about how she was going to manage to have it refilled. There were no other relatives to turn to for financial assistance, and her mother was solely dependent on Sunita. Landing this lucrative modeling job was the perfect answer to her financial problems.
It was not until she actually showed up for her first session before the camera, that Sunita discovered just what type of modeling the job entailed. At first, she was tempted to walk out and never return. The things she was expected to do made her cheeks flush crimson. Then she remembered, with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, that she had just received another lofty medical bill the day before for laboratory tests her mother had required. To add to her problems, she was almost out of the expensive pain-killing drug that her mother needed to lessen the agony of the dreaded killer disease ravishing her wasted body. And Sunita knew, with a heavy feeling of resignation, that she had no choice in the matter. She needed money desperately and this was the only way she could get it. I'll do it for mother, she told herself as she started to remove her clothing. And no one need ever know!
That had been five years ago. Death had claimed her mother just a few months after Sunita had begun her secret, part-time modeling. When her mother died, Sunita quit her extra job immediately. With her mother's insurance money, she was able to clear up the remainder of the staggering medical bills. Trying to put what she had done out of necessity out of her mind, Sunita never stepped in front of the camera again. She was not proud of what she had done, but Sunita knew that it had been unavoidable. She would do it again, if she had the opportunity to go backward in time, because she received some small comfort from the knowledge that her beloved mother had suffered far less because of the money Sunita had earned from her secret and sordid job. It's all in the past now, Sunita tried to tell herself, as she concentrated solely on her secretarial position. And no one need ever know!
Six months later, she had met Vishal and he more than compensated for the unhappiness she'd known during the trying time of her mother's terminal illness. After a whirlwind courtship, they became husband and wife. Now, after caring for her mother for so long, Sunita finally had someone to look after her. Six years her senior, Vishal treated her as though she were made of spun glass. He proved to be everything a woman could ask for in a husband. Well, almost everything.
The only quality really missing from their relationship was sexual fulfillment. Although Sunita found her two-hundred-pound, six-foot husband extremely attractive, something was definitely lacking in their marriage bed. Vishal was a gentle, considerate lover, but not very demanding or adventuresome. He treated Sunita like some fragile china doll, and somehow Sunita longed for more. Although she hated herself for her lustful thoughts, the pretty woman found herself thinking, longingly, about some of the lewd sexual activities she'd engaged in during her brief, secret modeling career. The men who were her partners had been strangers to her, but still, Sunita recalled with ripples of both excitement and shame, she had responded to their touch. She had been instructed to portray pleasure in front of the camera and Sunita did as she was told. Only she knew that the response she displayed was often genuine, that she secretly enjoyed the lustful acts she was performing for money.
I must be oversexed, Sunita often thought, her cheeks burning with shame.
Sunita found herself thinking that often after she and Vishal were married. If our sex life is enough for Vishal, why can't it be enough for me? she often wondered. Sunita dreamed, in vain, about the day that she would know complete and total satisfaction after their lovemaking. Instead, the well-stacked beauty felt a vague dissatisfaction. Just once, she wished that Vishal would take her roughly and savagely pound his big pole of masculinity into her cock- hungry cunt, making her gasp with both pleasure and pain. She secretly fantasized about hearing him use the same coarse language that the actors used during the pornographic sessions, of having him cry out to her in wild abandon instead of remaining silent while they made love.
Sunita found herself wishing that her husband would demand that she suck his cock the way she had sucked the big pricks that had been Vishalmed in her throat as the camera clicked. Even though she cared nothing for the male models she had worked with, Sunita had liked the feel of their warm meat in her mouth. During her brief career, she had learned to suck cock with admirable expertise, so that her sex partners climaxed fast and hard, spilling their hot semen into her waiting mouth. Sunita did not have to pretend when she felt their torrid cargo explode in her mouth. The lustful gleam in her eyes was genuine as she eagerly swallowed their hot juices. Just as the frantic swirl of her pelvis was real when her male partners fucked her with gusto, cVishalming their merciless rods into her heated cunt from every imaginable position. Sunita had learned a great deal during her brief but torrid career. Not only about sex but about herself. And she inwardly feared that she might be oversexed.
She had hoped that marriage to a big hunk like Vishal would put a stop to the secret longings of her ripe body, that her husband would be the passionate and demanding lover she ached for. Instead, Vishal had proved to be merely adequate in bed. Even though Sunita reached a climax when her husband made love to her, hers was a shallow response, a mere mild fluttering within her saturated vaginal walls. And Sunita yearned for so much more!
The thought of cheating on Vishal, however, never entered the shapely beauty's mind. Sunita devoted herself to her husband with the same fervor she'd dedicated herself to her mother. The happiness of those she loved always came first with Sunita. That's why she never told Vishal of her unfulfilled and persistent sexual desires. First of all, she did not want to hurt his masculine pride by intimating that he was lacking as far as his sexual prowess was concerned. Second, Sunita was convinced that Vishal preferred her to remain passive in bed, that he wanted her to play the role of the sweet, innocent wife in every aspect of their marriage, so she remained silent. And she turned to a vibrator to satisfy the secret cravings of her frustrated pussy. She kept the plastic pseudo-prick hidden in her dresser drawer. It was only when she was alone that she used the mechanical aid to help satisfy the throbbings of her heated cunt. Then, Sunita would spread her legs and send the penis-shaped piece of plastic far into her leaking aperture, shoving it in and out with the gusto she wished Vishal would show during their lovemaking. It was then, and only then, that the voluptuous brunette would cry out in wild abandon, the way she did not dare cry out with her husband.
"Chodh mujhe, Jorse chodh mujhe!" she would gasp, her legs trembling as she masturbated with vigor. "Aur jorser, aur andhar tak!" she'd beg, thrilling to the forceful penetrations of the whirling vibrator. "Meree chooth ko chodh!" she'd cry, pretending that her husband was screwing her the way she secretly wished that he would. Although the vibrating sex-gadget did not take the place of a real, live prick, it helped to relieve some of Sunita's frustrations. And it kept her from turning to other men for fulfillment of her lusty sexual appetite.
Now, as the curvaceous young woman gazed at the lurid photos of herself which had come in the morning mail, she felt a tension building in her luscious body. Her temples throbbing as she wondered about the anonymous sender. Who had unearthed her dark past? And now that this blackmailer was on to her, what did he or she want?
Sunita grew tense, for she had no way of paying off a blackmailer. She had no money of her own at all. Even though she had been the sole beneficiary of her mother's insurance policy, the woman's monumental medical bills had consumed every penny. And Vishal gave just a small personal allowance in addition to her household money. Scarcely enough to grease a greedy palm. Vishal just didn't make that kind of money. Although they lived comfortably on the profits of his small television repair shop, it required careful budgeting.
How can I silence him? Sunita wondered, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip so hard that she almost drew blood. Sunita did not know the answer to her dilemma. But as her eyes passed over the painfully familiar photographs she'd received in the morning mail, the lovely young wife knew that she would do anything she possibly could to keep her beloved husband from seeing those pictures. And she also knew that she had been living on borrowed time. The four years of happiness she had known with Vishal had come to an abrupt end, while a private hell had just begun. She was now at the mercy of some unknown and unscrupulous individual, one who possessed the frightening power to destroy her marriage!
As Sunita viewed each pornographic pose from her past, she became aware of another kind of tension mounting within. Along with her trepidation, she felt an undeniable sexual excitement course through her. Although she was ashamed of her reaction, she could not stop the ripples of desire from washing over her body. One photograph showed Sunita naked and bent, sprawled before a male who was denuded of all but a lascivious expression as he shoved his big swollen prick into her widely stretched mouth. The voluptuous beauty licked her full lips as she gazed at the photo, remembering how good that warm joint had felt inside her receptive oral cavity. The rapturous expression on her face was genuine as she sucked obediently for the cameVishalan. Sunita recalled the unmatched bittersweet flavor of masculine juices against her tongue ... and her mouth watered. How thrilled she would be if one day her good-looking, well-built husband would grab her by the hair, the way the model in the lewd photo was doing, and force her to go down on him and take his Vishalpaging cock fully in her prick-hungry mouth.
Sunita's voluminous breasts rose and fell rapidly as she breathed harder. Her heartbeat quickening, she turned to another photo, her pussy fluttering wildly at the shockingly prurient pose. Her jade eyes grew dreamy as she gazed at her widely split legs as she saw herself lying on a kitchen table. Her gaping cuntal petals flowered boldly before the camera, their pink folds swollen and glistening with the nectar of her arousal as the handsome face of a male model nestled between her obscenely outspread legs. His pointed tongue stretched forward, its wet tip probing her sensitive cuntal lips.
Mmmmmmmmm, how good his tongue felt! Sunita recalled as she looked at the familiar photo. She remembered how she had begged him to keep on licking her cunt even when the camera had stopped clicking. Before they had moved on to another lurid pose, Sunita had grabbed her partner's head and held it between her outstretched, trembling legs, pleading with him to make her cum! She felt a slow warmth steal across her pelvis as she remembered how the man had accommodated her, flicking his raspy tongue back and forth and up and down until she cried out in sweet release, her hips bucking as she slammed up and down upon the table.
Sighing, Sunita recalled how that had been the very first time she had ever had her pussy eaten. At first, she had been shocked when the cameVishalan unleashed his instructions, ordering her up on the table. The thought of having the naked male model tongue the dark triangle between her widely splayed legs had filled the big-busted Sunita with revulsion. That is, until she felt the first touch of his warmly wet tongue against her lewdly parted pussy. Sunita remembered too how she had gasped, how her bare tits had tightened into rosy peaks of excitement at the thrilling sensation, how she had split her legs as far as possible and moaned with pleasure at this new and marvelous physical sensation. Even the cameVishalan had teased her afterward, saying that she was either a tremendous actress or she had had the time of her life. After that, Sunita secretly yearned for that type of pose, and she surrendered herself completely to the ensuing lewd acts.
How many times had Sunita longed for the feel of Vishal's tongue between her open legs. So many times when Sunita had had to bite her lip to keep from crying out, from begging her husband to eat her throbbing, tongue-hungry pussy. For she felt certain that such a plea would shock and disgust Vishal, would shatter the false image he had created, the one of the sweet and innocent young wife.
The next morning, Sunita would wait until Jaya was either at nursery school or sleeping. Then she would close and lock her bedroom door so that she could lie naked on her bed, her legs split and her pussy lewdly parted while she fingered her palpitating, frustrated cunt. As she would work her fingers back and forth, the wet sounds of her saturated membranes filling the empty room, the lovely Sunita pretended that it was her husband's tongue making those delicious slurping sounds. She would let her masturbating fingers bring her naked body to a feverish pitch just short of actual orgasm. Then she would remove her hand from between her parted legs to let the peak of mounting excitement fade. Again and again, she would bring herself to a point close to orgasm before pulling her hand away. After teasing herself over and over, she finally would let her fingers punish her wet pussy until she reached fulfillment. "Mujhe chaat, meree chut chaat!" she'd scream as she climaxed, her hips jerking wildly as she bucked up and down in wild abandon.
Sunita's hot pussy was pounding hard now, and she felt a warm trickle dampen the crotch of her panties as she turned to another photo. A soft moan escaped her lips as she saw herself sitting naked on top of a good-looking man. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth hung open, as he sent his huge prick far into the creamy recesses of her tunnel of love. Her naked partner had his hands on Sunita's pale moons, and the sexually aroused beauty recalled how the man had used her bare asscheeks to lift her high into the air before he pulled her down on his towering shaft, Vishalming his crimson prick into her sensitive cervix. Sunita could tell by the lustful expression on her face that the photo had been taken just as her skillful partner had slammed her body down on him. Her nipples now rose into twin points beneath her blouse as she relived the glorious carnal sensations his pistoning cudgel had created. Being fucked in the woman-astride position was one of Sunita's favorite poses, for her partner's prick always seemed so much bigger as it penetrated her slick canal.
She wished fervently that Vishal would fuck her this way. Her husband's enviable cock was the biggest she'd ever seen and Sunita often fantasized about having him enter her while she sat on top of him, her legs spread and her wet pussy parted. I'll bet Vishal's prick would drive me clean out of my mind if we did it this way, she speculated as she stared at the photograph she'd posed for years before. Instead, however, Sunita had learned to be content with the usual woman-on-bottom, man-on-top position in her marriage bed. When her secret needs grew overpowering, she would squat naked and panting on top of her whirring vibrator, while in the privacy of her empty bedroom she shoved the make-believe cock high into nether depths of her cuntal tunnel.
"Oh chodh, chodh!" she'd pant, as she rose up and down on the plastic sex-gadget, pretending that it was her husband's hot poker invading her milky channel of love.
Sunita felt still another warm trickle in her panties as she looked at the final photograph. Her pussy was pounding furiously now, and her breathing was hot and ragged. She felt a deep warmth creep up her thighs as she saw the picture of herself bent over a footstool. The naked man behind her was pinching and twisting the fiery nipples of her dangling tits while he rammed his distended pole of manhood deep into her uplifted vaginal slit. Letting her tongue slide across her sensual lips, Sunita remembered, with a hot wave of desire, how good it had felt to be fucked from the rear. She recalled how her partner's big testicles had slapped her asscheeks as he pounded into her, how his punishing fingers had twisted and squeezed her sensitive nipples as he bore into her with strength and determination. She saw the ecstatic look on her face and knew that the expression she wore was a mere reflection of her carnal pleasure.
There were countless times, during their four years of marriage, that Sunita secretly yearned for Vishal to make her bend over the side of their bed so that he could fuck her from behind. It was a wildly thrilling sensation, one that made her feel womanly and subservient. She loved being used that way, of having her huge breasts tortured deliciously, while she was soundly and thoroughly fucked at the same time. But Vishal never forced himself upon her in that manner. Instead, Sunita waited until she was alone. Then she would bend over the bed and shove the plastic vibrator deep into her hungry pussy, trying to make believe that it was the cock of the man she loved sliding in and out of her oily slit.
Now, as she looked at the scandalous photographs of herself, her lovely body pounded with need. Tense from both apprehension and desire, the voluptuous Sunita wished fervently that things were different between herself and her husband, that their physical relationship was more earthy and candid. Then she would feel free to phone Vishal at the television repair shop and ask him to come home for an unscheduled sex break. How comforting it would be to find release in her husband's arms at a moment like this. But Sunita felt certain that Vishal would be appalled at such a bold suggestion from his wife ... especially when it came in the middle of the morning!
No, better she turn to the plastic pacifier she kept hidden in her dresser drawer for just such occasions. Her luscious body burning with need, the shapely dark-haired young wife carried the photos of herself into the bedroom and placed them on the bed. She walked over to the dresser, her hand trembling as she reached into her lingerie drawer to remove the vibrator. Sighing tremulously, she lifted her saree/petticoat combination and tugged at her panties, quickly stepping out of them. Breathing hard, she lay down on the bed with her saree shoved up around her slender waist while she spread her smooth and milky legs far apart. The black of her petticoat stood out in stark contrast against the exposed portions of the pale, smooth thighs.
She aimed the fake cock at the creamy slit nestled among the wet folds of her parted coralline crevice, then reached for the lurid photos. She held them in her hand in fanlike fashion, so that she could view all the obscene poses at once while she masturbated. She felt the warmth of her heavily flowing love syrup trickle from her creamy aperture to trickle down the softness of her inner thigh as she held the sex-toy close to her steaming cunt. Viewing the pornographic photos increased her excitement and her split thighs trembled in hot anticipation as she brought the vibrator forward. She sighed as the softly rounded tip touched her sensitive inner pussy tissues, then gasped with pleasure as the end of the vibrator slickly found its way into her throbbing vagina.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured, turning the button on so that the penis like apparatus vibrated thrillingly as she plunged it deep into her spongy canal. Gluing her eyes to the lewd photos she'd posed for, she gently shoved the whirring vibrator in and out, then increasing the strength and tempo of her movements. "Oh chodh mujhe, jorse chodh mujhe!" she moaned, her hips rising in heated response as she pretended it was a real live prick sliding in and out of her with such marvelous force. Her lust fanned by the obscene poses before her half-closed eyes, she pushed the pseudo-prick in with gusto, feeling it bump against the mouth of her womb. A hot burst of pain shot through her, quickly followed by waves of searing pleasure. "Aur andhar, Jorse!" she cried, her hips whirling in excited little circles as the plastic vibrator flew in and out of her creamy aperture. The fake cock was heavily coated with the oils of her arousal now, and her wet pussy clung longingly to the gadget each time she withdrew its length only to shove it back in again. Oh, it felt so wonderful to have her cunt fucked the way she longed for Vishal to screw her. Hard and deep and demanding. Her wildly throbbing pussy secreted even more of its thick sap, so that the vibrator was thickly coated with her feminine juices. Sunita felt her sexual excitement rise to a feverish pitch and she knew that an orgasm was imminent.
With well-practiced expertise, she quickly withdrew the false prick from her saturated cavern to allow the waves of carnal pleasure to diminish within her heated cunt. She did not want to climax just yet. The penis like structure she held in her hand felt far too good to have this session in self-stimulation end prematurely. She turned the vibrator off and lay the cream-coated sex-toy on the bed to struggle with her blouse. She opened her blouse to reveal a pair of voluminous breasts, then turned sideways so that she could unhook her lacy bra. She lifted the frilly undergarment from her enormous tits and shoved it upward, freeing her twin spheres of femininity. Her rosy nipples tightened into bright rosettes at the sudden contact with air.
Gazing at the photos she held in her left hand, Sunita's right hand found its way to her boobs. "Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured as she let her fingers trail across her firm creamy flesh. She recalled, with a tremor of excitement, how thoroughly her huge tits had been sucked and fondled during her brief and secret modeling career. As she looked at the photos of herself now, she remembered how the photographer would instruct her male partners to suck on Sunita's nipples good and hard, treating each one to the pleasures of a warm mouth and drawing tongue. After a good workover, Sunita's mammoth breasts would look even more tempting for the camera, for their bright nipples would be fiery red, distended, and glistening with saliva, while the firm mounds of pale flesh encircling them rose into twin hills of luscious womanhood.
How Sunita secretly wished that Vishal would go at her big boobs with greater gusto. Although he fondled and caressed them, occasionally nipping lightly at their uplifted tips, he treated the pale globes much too fragilely for Sunita's liking. Many was the time when she was tempted to cry out to her husband, to plead with him to grab her breasts forcefully, to suck at them until she cried out for mercy. She'd learned how marvelous it feels to have a warm, demanding mouth tug at the bright rosettes topping her firm mounds, and she longed for a repeat performance from her husband. Just as she inwardly yearned to have him squeeze her ivory hills of flesh with urgent hands rather than caress them lightly as he always did when they made love. Sunita was tired of being treated as if she was made of spun glass instead of warm flesh and blood. But she loved Vishal far too much to risk hurting him by criticizing his techniques in the bedroom. Instead, she remained silent, trying to content herself with his timid caresses. When her need became too great, as it was right now, Sunita tried to vent her frustration by fondling her breasts herself in the privacy of her bedroom.
Her full mouth open and breathing hard, she attacked her bright nipples. Her hand moved quickly from one tit to the other, squeezing and pinching the rosy tips. The tender flesh grew rigid under her touch, rising into the air like two hot needles. She arched her back so that her twin hills of femininity rose even more invitingly, their crimson tips rising hotly, responding enthusiastically to her self- manipulation. "Mere choonchi choos!" she said, panting as her fingers pinched and pulled on each uplifted rosette, her hand flying back and forth to give each firm mound equal time. When her ample tits were well-stimulated, she abandoned them to clutch the vibrator once again.
"Chodh re, Jorse Chodh!" she cried, sending the plastic mechanism into her palpitating canal with fervor. Her hips rose in quick response when she felt the object Vishal her tender cervix, sending hot bursts of glorious sensation coursing through her. Panting, she flicked on the button so that she would be further treated by steady vibrations of the cock-like structure sailing in and out of her saturated slot. "Rukna nahee!" she begged, fantasizing while she fucked herself. "Chodhe rahna! Jorse, Jaldee se, Jorse!" In and out the whirring vibrator moved. Wet sucking sounds accompanied her heavy breathing and her soaked pussy tissues clung wetly to the sex-toy upon each withdrawal. Her eyes thick-lidded and glazed, she kept staring at the lurid photos, her passion mounting. When she felt herself rising, heading for that marvelous peak of carnal pleasure, Sunita wanted to withdraw the vibrator, to forestall the ultimate moment of pleasure. But the whirling mechanism felt so marvelous sliding in and out of her steaming cunt that she could not stop. "Chodh, Chodh!" she shrieked, shoving it in with frenzy while her hips whirled crazily. Suddenly bright bursts of color exploded within her as she reached the apex of carnal joy. "Aghhhhhhh," she cried. Her pelvis bucking, she pushed the whirring object in as hard and as deep as she could, Vishalming it into the mouth of her womb while she climaxed.
At last, the sweating beauty let her hips fall onto the mattress while she lay panting. Her lust temporarily sated, she turned off the vibrator and closed her eyes, sighing dreamily, her big breasts spread out into soft hills of satisfaction, and their bright nipples flattened into contented circles. If a mere vibrator felt this marvelous, how much better it would feel to have the man she adored fuck her like that! Sunita felt certain, however, that Vishal's libido was simply smaller than hers, that he found sexual satisfaction much more easily than she. He seemed perfectly content with their lovemaking, while she had to resort to self-stimulation when her secret frustration became too great.
Still, Vishal's a good man, she quickly reminded herself, ashamed of the fact that she found fault with the man she loved. And a perfect husband. Even if Sunita did have to masturbate now and then, she was still a very lucky woman to have a wonderful man like Vishal. Especially with her lurid past! Now that her passion was spent, Sunita regained her senses and she looked at the obscene photos of herself with fear and revulsion. She sat up and straightened the bed, then hooked her bra and reached down for her strewn panties. She carried the heavily coated vibrator and the four photographs into the bathroom. First the curvaceous young woman cleansed the sex-gadget of her milky feminine secretions and set it on the sink. Then she lifted the photos and ripped them into a myriad of tiny pieces, her fingers moving with quick angry motions. A look of satisfaction crossed her pretty face as she saw the fragments flutter into the toilet. With a determined jerk of her hand, she flushed the toilet, sending the torn pictures into the sewer where they belonged. Even though she was certain that the person who had sent them to her could easily obtain more, at least this particular set was destroyed and could not accidentally be discovered by the man she loved. For Sunita felt certain that her beloved Vishal would have nothing more to do with her if he ever learned of her sordid past.
How will I ever manage to silence the person who sent these to me? she agonized, biting her lip as she watched the water churn in the toilet bowl. The most I can manage is a few dollars a week!
While Sunita returned to her bedroom to conceal the vibrator in the bottom of her dresser drawer, it had never occurred to her distressed mind that the anonymous blackmailer wanted something she never suspected. The man was greedy, all right ... and unscrupulous as well. But the lovely young wife would soon learn that he lusted for something that would humiliate and degrade her far more than it would if he were merely hungry for money!
Sunita hoped that her secret fears and guilt would not show at the dinner table that evening. She was grateful to little Jaya for maintaining a lively three-year-old flow of chatter throughout the meal, diverting her husband's attention. After they had eaten and Sunita was clearing off the table, Vishal suddenly announced that he was going out.
"Meree pyaree Sunita, mai jara dho ghante ke liye Bar jaake aatha hoon. Tumhe koyee itraaz tho naheen naa darling?" he asked, smiling at his wife.
Sunita felt a stab of disappointment. She did mind when Vishal went to the small bar on the edge of town. Even though she knew it was just his way of unwinding now and then, she knew from experience that he would stay away much longer than a couple of hours. He would come home late with the smell of beer on his breath when he fell into bed. Although he never actually got drunk, he always came home exhausted. Too exhausted to make love to her even when she waited up for him. Sunita secretly wished that the man she married would turn to her for release from his tensions instead of to a local bar. Then maybe she would not need a vibrator either.
But Sunita did not voice any of her thoughts. Playing the role of the sweet and agreeable wife, she smiled sweetly. "Mujhe kyee itraaz nahee, Vishal, darling" she told him, carrying a stack of dishes to the sink. "Tum din bhar kaam karke thuk gaye ho ge, thodee dher baahar jaake aaram karne se tumharee sahat ke liye teekh hogee."
Looking pleased, the burly man with the black wavy hair gave her a quick hug. "Tum bahut achee ho, Sunita," he said, kissing her cheek. "Tum jaise patnee ke saath mai bahut khush kismet hoon, aise kitne mard lucky honge! Ek raat ke liye baahar jane ke liye, Aur marad log to apnee patneeon se bheek mangte hain. Phit bhi, unki patniyaan, unhe jaane bhi diya tho pasand nahee kartee hain."
I resent it, too! Sunita thought to herself, running water into the sink. I'd much rather you stay home and unwind in bed! But she kept a pleasant expression on her face while pouring dishwashing liquid into the sink.
"Mai Jayaa ko sulaa ke jaa tha hoon," Vishal offered, leading their raven-haired daughter by the hand. "Phir tum aaram se bhait ke TV dekhna." He started out of the room, then turned, remembering something. "Are haan, Rajesh kaa TV baahar mere van me hai. Jaane se pahle andhar laa ke rakhungaa. Kal subha aake Rajesh, uska TV le jaayega."
Sunita heard the delighted innocent laughter of their daughter as Vishal made a game of getting the child into her night clothes. But she did not smile at the lighthearted sounds of their playfulness. Instead, she felt a flicker of annoyance the way she always did whenever her brother-in-law's name was mentioned. She disliked Vishal's younger brother intensely. Although she managed to conceal the intensity of her emotion from her husband, Sunita felt certain that his nineteen-year-old brother Rajesh sensed the animosity that Sunita harbored toward him. She did her best to be polite to her husband's tall, lanky brother but she had to force herself to do so. Everything about Rajesh disgusted her. The way he leered at her when Vishal wasn't looking, the way he took advantage of his older brother's good-natured generosity and affection. Sunita had lost track of the amount of money the boy now owed them. Whenever she mentioned the unpaid loans to Vishal, however, he merely laughed and shrugged his shoulders.
"Rajesh tho abhee bachaa hai," he always apologized. "Kabhee kabhee, mera paisa chukana bhool jaata hain. Koi badee baath nahee."
Maybe it didn't mean much to Vishal but it mattered to Sunita. She just didn't like the way Rajesh used his older brother, ignoring him for weeks when he was caught up in his own activities, then showing up again with a phony grin whenver he needed something. Whether it was a time-consuming favor or a quick loan, Vishal always indulged his younger brother.
"Haan, mai Rajesh ko thoda sa bigaad tha hoon," Vishal once admitted after shelling out the fine for his brother's latest traffic violation. "Par, mere maa baap marne ke baad mai ne Rajesh ko apne hathon se badaa kiyaa hai, Sunita. Abhee bhee mujhe aisa lagtha hai ki mai uske liye jimeevaar hoon."
But Sunita felt that young Rajesh would stand on his own two feet more if Vishal didn't keep making things so easy for him. Like fixing his television set. Sunita was certain that Rajesh would forget to pay his brother for services rendered. Just as he always forgot to repay loans. It wasn't as if Rajesh didn't earn good money on his graveyard shift at the factory. Rajesh shared a small studio apartment with a friend named Sunil and still had plenty of money to spare after expenses were met. But Rajesh squandered his paycheck on good times, always running to his older brother when things got tight and his wallet was not quite so well padded.
And now he was coming over tomorrow morning. Sighing heavily, Sunita hoped that he would not sit around and gab, keeping her from her work. She liked to make the best possible use of the hours that Jaya spent at the nursery school so that she could play with her daughter in the afternoon. Well, if Rajesh looked like he was going to park himself all morning, Sunita would just have to invent some excuse to get rid of him.
Sunita had the dishes done by the time Vishal returned from their daughter's bedroom. "Jaya sone kilye tayaar hai. Tum dono aaram se TV dekh sako ge," Vishal said with a smile when he joined Sunita in the kitchen. "Mai Rajesh kaa TV andhar rakhe, Bar jaake aatha hoon."
After her husband had left, Sunita sat beside her small daughter on the living room couch, trying to concentrate on the musical variety show she had turned on. But her troubled thoughts kept turning to the disturbing letter she'd received that morning, along with the revealing photographs of herself. She wished, with a heaviness of heart, that Vishal had not chosen this particular evening to go out for a few beers. She knew that without his companionship, she would spend the entire evening brooding about her secret dilemma once Jaya was tucked in for the night. Then she felt a ripple of guilt for her selfishness. Vishal really did deserve a night out with the boys occasionally, she reminded herself sternly. After all, he was only engaging in a little harmless recreation to help him relax after a hard day's work.
As Sunita sat beside her young daughter, holding the child's small hand in hers, the lovely young wife was secure in the belief that Vishal was doing nothing more than going out to spend a few hours shooting the breeze with the fellow patrons of the Bar.
Because she trusted her beloved husband implicitly, Sunita never once suspected that in a few short minutes, the man she adored would be pounding his fiery prick into the well-trodden cunt of a hard-faced Andhra beauty named Lata. A woman who knew Sunita's husband in all the intimate and carnal ways that Sunita herself secretly yearned for!
* * *
Vishal had told his wife only half the truth when he said that he was going to the Bar for a few beers. What he failed to add was the fact that he often shared the foamy brew with a beautiful divorcee who was usually occupying a stool at the bar. On the nights that Vishal showed up, however, Lata downed her drinks faster than usual for she was in just as big a hurry as Vishal was to get to her apartment.
After consuming their usual quota of alcohol, Vishal and Lata left the bar arm in arm. Minutes later, they were sprawled in the middle of the divorcee's bed, their naked bodies intertwined. The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the air as Vishal lay on top of her, his distended prick poking the barfly's heavy thigh. He bent over her bosom, kneading her ample tits while he sucked greedily at one of her ruby nipples. His swollen testicles churning under the weight of their heavy load, he went at her big boobs with the fervor he dared not display at home. Vishal had hungered for the taste of a savory mound of flesh for days now. If he had waited much longer to satisfy his lustful urges, he was afraid that he might have lost control of himself with Sunita and gone after his wife's luscious breasts the way he was now devouring Lata's. And Vishal did not want that to happen. His wife was far different from Lata. Sunita was not the kind of woman that a man handled roughly. His Sunita was sweet and good and decent, the kind of woman a man cherished and respected.
Vishal always held himself in check whenever he and Sunita made love, being careful not to let his animal lust get the best of him. By exercising the utmost self-control, Vishal managed to make love to his wife gently, tenderly, the way Vishal felt that she both deserved and expected to be treated. It was when his frustration became over powering, that he turned to earthy women like Lata. The hard-faced Telugu divorcee under him liked being handled roughly, for her sexual appetite was as voracious as any man's. With someone like Lata, Vishal could relax and let himself go sexually. Although he hated himself for cheating on his beloved Sunita, he had little choice in the matter. He loved his wife with all his heart but she did not satisfy all his sexual needs. Every so often, the young husband felt as if he would explode if he did not go out and find the kind of woman who would welcome the kind of sex he secretly hungered for - a lusty man-hungry girl like Lata.
"Mmmmmmmmm, bahut achaa lug rahaa hai," Lata moaned, arching her back in an effort to offer Vishal even more of her vast hills of femininity. Her eyes lined with lots of kaajal glazed with lust, the overweight divorcee let her hands slide down Vishal's smooth muscular back and over the curve of his bare buttocks. Sighing, she squeezed his pale ass cheeks with enthusiasm, loving the feel of his firm flesh under her fingers. She ran her finger up the hairy crack of his ass, noting with satisfaction that her quick unexpected caress made gooseflesh appear on his nude body.
Although she was glad to be rid of her abusive ex-husband, Lata missed having a built-in sex partner. That's why she frequented the local bar several nights a week. If she sat at the bar long enough, she could usually count on finding some eager cock willing to ram her hungry pussy. And Vishal was not only one of her regular cocksmen but he was also one of her favorites. The big burly Punjabi really knew how to take care of a woman in the sack. He always gave her oversize boobs a great going over, using his hands and his mouth in ways that kept her happy for days. Although she was sometimes bruised and sore after one of their heated sessions, it was well worth the small price.
Now, as he squeezed and sucked at her mammoth tits, hot bursts of sensation coursed through her, making her writhe with pleasure. Her pussy leaking profusely, it pounded out its hunger with a persistent beat. Her free-flowing cuntal juices oozed from her throbbing aperture to stain the bedsheet. She knew from experience how deliciously big Vishal's luscious prick was and the knowledge that tonight she was in for an extra special treat added to her excitement.
At last Vishal lifted his fair head from her bosom. Breathing hard, he rolled over on his back, his towering shaft reaching for the ceiling. "Aaa mere oopar chad jaa," he panted, "aur mere lund kaa majaa le!"
Lata gazed at his towering shaft with adoring eyes. "Jaroor majaa loonge, pyare!" she quickly agreed, licking her lips. Rising eagerly, she lifted a heavy leg to straddle his naked body, her well-padded ass cheeks looming in front of Vishal's handsome face. Grabbing the thick base of his swollen spear, Lata lowered her head, her mouth watering. She loved to suck on a cock almost as much as she loved to feel one crowd her pussy. The taste of a warm hunk of meat in her mouth made her entire body tingle. It wasn't often, however, that she got the chance to sample an oversize prick like Vishal's. The mere thought of sucking on his tasty manhood made her oozing cunt flutter in anticipation.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned, opening her mouth greedily while she brought her head all the way down to meet his bubbling joint.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Vishal sighed, thrilling to the feel of her wet mouth encircling his hot poker. In seconds, the pudgy woman had consumed the full length of his masculinity so that the oozing knob like tip rammed the back of her throat. Once her widely stretched mouth had devoured every possible inch, Lata began to suck vigorously, hungrily. Fiery bursts of carnal pleasure tore through Vishal's throbbing penis at the feel of her drawing tongue. "Oh, Ooooh!" he gasped, lifting his hips in quick response. "Bahut acha choos rahi hai tu. Oh raand, aise hee chooste rah!"
Encouraged by his praise, the plump divorcee sucked with even greater vigor, her head moving up and down enthusiastically. While she clutched the stump of his cock with one hand, she reached down to fondle his prickly sacs with the other. Vishal felt his swollen balls churn under her firm touch. Lata, tu tho lund bahut achaa choosthi hai! he thought, breathing heavily. Her dangling tits dancing merrily as she bobbed up and down, Lata's cheeks billowed in and out.
Salee Raand! Vishal thought, surrendering himself completely to Lata's vigorous suckings. With a girl like her, a man can really let go!
"Choos, Choos!" he cried, letting his inhibitions run wild. After holding back with his wife all the time, it felt great to let loose like this. His hot prick pounding and his balls churning while she went at him with gusto, Vishal gazed up at the divorcee's widespread cunt. He saw the pinkness of her gaping pussy, the way her dark purple clitoris rose in excited splendor, beckoning invitingly. He reached up to stroke her soft thighs while his long tongue darted out to titillate the inflamed bud of femininity. The small penis like structure grew even more rigid under his manipulations and Lata's wide ass bucked in heated response.
Lata suddenly released her masculine treasure to gasp for air. "Oh, Vishal!" she cried, wiggling her hips. "Meri chut chabao, pyare! Oh, mujhe tunmharee jeeb meri chut me cha hiye!" When she felt Vishal's wet tongue respond to her wanton plea, she shuddered, her lewdly parted pussy secreting even more profusely. Oh, his wet mouth felt so good against her steaming cunt! Moaning happily, she lowered her head once again to resume her vigorous sucking, her mouth working feverishly in an effort to reward him for the way his oral member was swirling so magnificently between her outspread legs. The pungent taste of Vishal's precoital juices on her tongue stimulated her all the more. Nearly out of her mind with passion, the plump divorcee rose up and down on his fiery shaft with unsurpassed dedication. "Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!" she grunted. The dual pleasure of feeling Vishal's mammoth rod crowd her mouth while his merciless tongue ravished her pounding cunt proved overpowering.
Suddenly the naked Lata moaned as if in delirium, her big ass bucking wildly, making Vishal's head flip like that of a puppet on a string as his relentless tongue swirled high in her slick vagina. As she bucked in heated orgasm, mewling and grunting, her mouth and tongue tugged at her partner's hot pole of masculinity with the fervor of a mad woman.
The taste of her oozing feminine juices on his tongue as well as the merciless way she was devouring his wildly throbbing prick made Vishal's heated pelvis whirl frantically. Lowering his head from her pulsating, climaxing cunt, he panted, his breath coming hot and heavy. His balls were churning and his fiery shaft was about to explode.
"Oh Lata!" he gasped, his fingers digging cruelly into the divorcee's widely split thighs. "Mai jhad raha hoon! Aghhhhhhh!" His hips jerking, he felt his steaming juices erupt in Lata's mouth while wave after wave of carnal sensation tore through his sweating body. He felt her hand squeeze tightly around the base of his ejaculating organ as she eagerly devoured his hot semen, her throat working rapidly as she swallowed again and again. When at last his jerking penis had shot its entire wad, the whorish Lata lifted her head from his spent organ and collapsed on top of him.
As the panting couple struggled to catch their breath, Vishal's thoughts suddenly turned to his lovely wife Sunita. If being sucked off by a slut like Lata could bring him such pleasure, how much more thrilling it would be if his young wife would give him a good blow job. Instantly ashamed of his lewd thoughts, Vishal silently berated himself. His sweet Sunita would be shocked and disgusted if he ever suggested such an act to her! To even think of the woman he loved while a tramp like Lata was lying naked and sprawled on top of him was contemptible! Alarmed by his salacious thoughts, Vishal decided that he better make sure that he fucked away to his heart's content tonight so that he did not dare approach his sweet homemaker in any way that might frighten or disgust her. Better he satisfy himself with a woman who welcomed rough and vigorous sex ... like good old Lata!
"Kya bolti re, Lata, pyaree?" Vishal asked in a husky voice, running his finger down the length of her saturated slit. "Mere jhada lund ko choos ke phir se usme jaan dal sakti kya, taki hum phir se ek dho round aur chudayee kar saken?"
Lata's puffy, sperm-coated mouth stretched into a lascivious grin as she lifted her leg and rolled over. "Jaroor, mere rajaa," she murmured, reaching for his limp organ. "Tum Lata pe sab chod dho, jaanu. Mujhe thodasa samay dho aur dekho mai tumharee sukdee see lund ko kaise kadak banaa daalthi hoon!" With that, she lowered her head and drew his spent penis into her receptive mouth. Her cheeks working in and out, she sucked vigorously, pausing at intervals to trace maddening circles around the tip of his cock, dipping down inside to lap up every last drop of sperm. It wasn't long before the pudgy divorcee felt the masculine treasure grow within her mouth, becoming smooth and stiff under her artful ministrations. Her insatiable pussy began to throb again, eager for more than the feel of a tongue within its spongy depths. This time, Lata hungered for the vastness of Vishal's enviable prick inside her cock-hungry vagina. No man she knew could fuck her with such strength and determination as the man whose rapidly expanding joint filled her warm mouth.
Vishal grinned, feeling his hot shaft reach full capacity once again. "Meree pyaree raand, tumhe tho lund choosna sahee athi hai!" he complimented, reaching down to give her heavy asscheek a playful slap. "Ab teree tange phila, thakee mai upna bada lund teri gram choot me ghused doon!"
More than eager to comply, the naked divorcee rolled over on her back and split her legs wide, gazing up at her husky partner with thick-lidded eyes. "Mmmmmmmmm, tera lund meree chut mein dalwane ke liye aur naheen ruk sakthee," she murmured, her hands sliding down her abdomen to grasp her fuzzy triangle. Whimpering, she spread her cuntal lips apart in a lewd offering, her quivering canal glistening in readiness. "Jaldee se andhar daal dhe, raaja," she begged, lifting her pelvis while her hungry cunt throbbed demandingly.
Vishal quickly straddled the hard-faced buxom, his distended hunk of meat scarlet and deeply veined as it loomed forward. He could feel his balls tighten under the weight of another steaming load of semen and knew that he was ready to give the uninhibited divorcee the brand of fucking she ached for. But first, he wanted to hear her beg a little.
"Phir se maang, pyaree," he told her, reaching down to finger her milky slit.
Lata gasped at the feel of his finger. Splitting her legs so far apart that her thigh muscles ached, she looked up at him pleadingly. "Jaldee se mere chut me tumhara lund daalo, Vishal," she begged, her leaking aperture throbbing deliciously. "Dayaa kar ke mujhe chodho!"
Mera lund tujhe acha lagtaa hai naa?" he teased, dragging out her obvious discomfort by flicking his thumb across her wet clitoris.
Moaning, Lata arched her back, the nipples of her enormous tits rising hotly while her steaming cunt oozed forth more of its sticky nectar. "Haaaaaannn," she agreed, licking her lips. "Rajaa tere lund se mujhe bahut pyaar hai. Abhee, chodho! Please mujhe chodho naa!"
Chuckling triumphantly, Vishal withdrew his hand from her dripping membranes and grabbed her meaty thighs. Giving her legs a harsh tug, he lifted her hips off the mattress. The buxom quickly curled her thick legs around his waist, her leaking aperture poised in readiness. With a sudden jerk of his hips, Vishal sent his crimson cock deep into her saturated slot. In seconds, he had completely penetrated her inner depths, the mushroom tip of his stiff rod bumping against her cervix. He felt her soaked vaginal walls grasp him eagerly and heard her cry out at his fierce and swift invasion. "Achaa lag raha hain naa?" he asked, breathing hard.
"Jee haaannnn," she moaned, her legs tightening around his trim waist. "Chodh the raho, Jorse chodho!"
Vishal quickly complied, his hands sliding under her heavy buttocks to lift her wide hips as he pounded into her. Again and again he lunged forward, his pistoning shaft crowding her slick vagina with speed and determination. The wet sucking sounds of her greedy canal could be heard along with their mutual grunts. "Mera chodhana kaisa lagtaa hai, bol?" Vishal demanded, shoving his pulsating cock deep into her wetly grasping opening as hard as he could.
"Haaannn," she replied rapturously, her legs tightening around Vishal's sweating body with each forward lunge, trying to capture every possible inch of his great phallic length. "Oooooohhh, tumhara lund bahut badaa hai, rajaa!" she moaned, swirling her hips in erratic circles. "Aaah, chodh, chodh, chodh mujhe!"
Grunting, Vishal pounded into the split-legged buxom again and again, his mushroomlike tip bumping into her cervix with each swift penetration. His balls were churning and his body was burning with lust. This was the way he liked to fuck! Hard and fast and deep! He gloried to the feel of Lata's legs clinging so tightly to his waist, the lustful look on her face as she lifted her pelvis high to meet his forceful invasions. Maybe Lata was cheap and easy but she sure knew how to fuck! Sweat ran down Vishal's naked body as he tore into her, trickling down to disappear into the hairy recesses of his asshole. His huge testicles slapped against her buttocks with each forward lunge. He withdrew his pounding prick almost completely before again slamming into her with abandonment. His mouth hung loosely and his eyes were glassy. The burly Punjabi was fairly mad with lust as he ravaged her foaming vagina. All else but fucking was blotted from his passion-crazed mind. Nothing mattered now but physical sensation. He was consumed by the fierce throbbing of his fiery rod, the luscious feel of her grasping wet cunt around his pistoning shaft. At last his sweating body gave one last forward jerk before he erupted inside her with volcanic force, sending searing hot juices splattering against the walls of her pussy. "Aghhhhhhh!" he cried, bucking and jerking like a madman while his steaming cum kept spurting.
Feeling his vast cock explode deep within her secret depths, Lata quickly joined her partner in orgasm. Grunting and moaning, their sweating bucking bodies worked together in frenzied unison as together they reached the apex of carnal joy until at last their convulsing bodies grew still.
* * *
Sunita was sound asleep when Vishal tiptoed into their darkened bedroom. Spent and exhausted, he undressed as quietly as possible so that he would not awaken the woman he loved. As he slid into bed beside his lovely young wife, Vishal felt a wave of guilt course through his body. He was not proud of the fact that he was cheating on Sunita like this. And he hoped to God that she would never find out. The thought of losing her was almost more than he could bear. Still, sleeping around with other women - the kinds who enjoyed his lusty sexual desires - was something Vishal was convinced he had to do. It was the only way he could satisfy the strong physical cravings of his masculinity. His precious Sunita was so sweet and innocent that he could never fuck her the way he had fucked Lata tonight. He could dream about it, of course, fantasize about all the wild and forceful ways he would like to make love to his wife, but he could never dare to enact them in reality!
As Vishal gazed into the innocent looking face of his beloved wife, almost childlike in slumber, never in the man's wildest fantasies could he have imagined what his beautiful young wife would engage in the very next day!