Indian Wife – Tamanna (Anal Experience And More)
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Hello, My Dear Readers. I have been trying to do too much together, and I am reaching nowhere. So, this is the author in me taking a small break from my running series and posting a simple one-part story. I hope you like it. The following is a small chapter in the life of a young Indian wife, Tamanna, leading a satisfying married life. The basic thread is from a plot shared by a reader, who has been in contact with me since my first submission. I fully trust him regarding the originality of the content. We are working on a few more ideas, and I am very keen to know how our first work will be received. I have also been inspired by the conversation I had with my ex-girlfriend a few years ago. My regular dose of ‘Forbidden Pleasures’ has also been added at regular intervals. The story is narrated by Tamanna, herself. Please note that all characters mentioned are purely fictional, and above 18. Any resemblance felt is your dirty mind playing games. Happy Reading! “What are you thinking?” I asked my husband, Nikhil, as he stroked his cock, watching an erotic movie, on our large TV. I was just out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel before stepping into the living room. This was not the first time I had seen him satisfying himself. In fact, it was a routine exercise, even as we continued to have great sex. But, this was the first time I had seen him so excited. On the screen, a husband & wife were having their first threesome. And, the outsider was none other than the man’s well-hung brother! The wife was on all fours and had her mouth stuffed with her husband’s member. His younger brother pushed his big dick into her tight virgin asshole. I sat next to my man, surprised to see him grab his balls. I could see the impact the scene was having on him. I wanted to know what was turning him on so much. There definitely was more to this than his usual masturbating sessions. “I was imagining us there…” he replied, thrilled when I asked him what exactly was going on. “What do you mean by us?” I asked him curiously. “You, me, and… Nived,” he said, very casually. “What?” I was more ashamed than shocked. I just could not believe he even dared to say that. Nived was his younger brother. I was startled to realize that my husband had been finding gratification, imagining his wife getting fucked in the ass by his own brother. “You got to be kidding me!” I clearly sounded shaken. “I want him to look into my eyes when he pops the cherry of your ass,” he finished, in a very disturbing tone, leaving me trembling. It had been three years since I got married to Nikhil, and I never thought he had it in him to think something so twisted. Ours was an arranged marriage. But I fell in love with him even before we tied the knot. I was only 21, and he was 25, and I was glad that my parents found the perfect guy. The first year, however, was harder than expected. And, just like every other couple, we both had to compromise on a lot of things to make life better. As time went by, I learned to appreciate his love for cricket, and he tolerates my interest in classical music. We have really learned to find more happiness and fewer woes. Growing up in a conservative joint family, I was always closely watched, and very well protected from a lot of stuff. I still managed to have sex, just weeks after I turned 18. But it was a very awkward and uncomfortable experience. Mostly because it was with my middle-aged tutor from college. He gave me no other option than to spread my legs for him after he caught me cheating on an exam. I lost my innocence to him, and I hated him until he banged me the second time. It was a strange feeling to be on the bed with him. But he made me cum, more than once, each time we got laid. On the other hand, Nikhil was a proper stud. He dated plenty of girls and had been sexually very active. Though I had my share of fun, I felt easily intimidated by my husband’s carnal knowledge. And however confident I was of putting on a good show, I was extremely nervous on our wedding night. I wanted to please him and make him glad to have chosen me. I wanted to prove to him that I was better than any of the girls he had been with. And, very rightfully, I wore one of the hottest nighties, available in the market, for my special occasion. It was extremely sheer lingerie that just about covered my thighs and left nothing to the imagination. But, what made it even more special was that it was selected by my teenage sister’s boyfriend. The fact that a lad younger than me would have pictured me in my barest form was really turning me on. Tapsee introduced me to her guy two days before my wedding. He just could not hide his excitement as he gifted me with a shiny red box. “Pavan was in Dubai last week. He bought this especially for you, Tammu Didi!” my darling sister told me, holding his arms, with a lot of pride. I was so happy that she was dating somebody so pleasing, and also equally delighted to receive the present. But, the moment I opened it, I was significantly taken aback. I was sure it was a very inappropriate move by him. I never thought anybody would dare to do something so provocative. Worse, he had also left a note saying that he was sure my luscious figure does not really need it. And, to make things even more complicated, he even went to disclose that he wished my sister was as hot as me. I wanted to confront him immediately, but I also could not stop blushing, either. And, though, unlike my usual self, I even sent him a text, thanking for his special contribution, and of course, his ‘kind’ words. I always received a lot of admiration, and I felt I looked very pretty. I had a petite figure, but I was very curvy. My lusty wide hips were easily the best part of my body. The enticing red color of the nightwear only made me look even more tempting. And, exactly how Pavan would have imagined me, I looked absolutely irresistible on my first night. I was so horny, looking at myself in the mirror, and my hard nipples poking out of the thin material. I really wanted a hard pounding from my newly married spouse. It had been over a year since I stopped seeing my older and unusual partner. And, I had been completely neglecting the needs of my body, all this while. I hardly even touched myself, and I was a very bushy down there even until two weeks ago. I was so used to having a hairy vagina, my moist clean panty-less crotch actually surprised me. It was during the dress rehearsal that Nikhil’s own mother suggested to me that I shave my pubic hairs, and make my pussy as smooth as possible. I had only myself to blame for letting her have the view of my naked body. I had not cared enough to keep the door closed before I stripped and changed. I had exposed myself not just to Nikhil’s mother, but also to his dad, his uncle, and their driver, and my own parents, as well. I wished I was dead that very second. But fortunately for me, all the men were kind enough to act as if nothing happened. It would have been too embarrassing for me, otherwise. “Nikki will love that… Trust me, Tamanna… You will look so much more beautiful!” my future mother-in-law told me in a very assuring tone. I thanked her for the tip. But I also had to admit that I spent a lot of time that evening, thinking it was a little weird for her to be that blunt. However, I was glad I listened to her. Nikhil feasted on my twat, like an animal savoring his first meal in a hundred years. My husband had me cumming, using only his cunt eating skills. But at the same time, he was also making me seriously wonder how his mother knew he liked a smooth, clean-shaven pussy. When I observed his semi-erect cock, for the first time ever, I immediately considered bringing myself on my knees and start blowing his member. But, I was just too shy for that. Three years later, as a 24-year-old woman, I have become confident, carefree, and competent on the bed, and also outside of the bed. I enjoyed sex, and there was nothing better to relieve all the stress my duties as the personal secretary to the CEO of a Pharmaceutical Company gave me. Also, I always felt more connected and closer to Nikhil when we made love. Both of us took the effort to remain caring, loyal, and romantic. We were seen as a very cute pair, and everybody in our life considered us the ideal couple. But sometimes, all we needed was a steamy hardcore session. We did not care if we loved each other. All we would do was get naked and do it, where ever we were. I loved being dominated by him. The way his powerful arms pushed me into the positions he wanted me in was enough to take me to an orgasm. Nikhil found an abnormal amount of pleasure, fucking me from the back. He would wrap his fingers around my hair, and pull my milky white body back on to his hard manhood. “Nikhhiiiii….” I used to groan each time he put me through his favorite carnal activity, and it was in this exact condition that he called me a slut, for the first time. One thing he had started to do, that I found really interesting, was that he used his thumb to stretch my pussy, even as his meat continued to keep me filled. At the same time, he had his second thumb pressed against my butt-hole. It was in this exact condition that he called me a whore, for the first time. He was addicted to my round booty and spent time slapping my bare ass-cheeks, every day, and even groping them in public, regardless of my attire. It always played at the back of my mind that my other half would fuck me in my other hole, very soon. Nikhil also became a lot more open about his past, telling me how all the content on the internet had helped him be a better person to have sex with. I told him nothing about my scandalous encounters. But his words motivated me to start reading about kinky sex, role-play, cuckolding, sharing, swapping, and everything taboo. I was aware of the sinful directions sex could go, and it also left me greatly aroused on most occasions. I had been preparing myself for some raunchy dirty time on the bed. But, what my husband shared with me, right now, as he watched porn, was beyond what I could ever conceive. It was just too dark. The movie was still on, and the people moved around, inside the TV. The cuckold now lay on his back, as his hot-wife lowered her head onto his cock, and the bull continued to shtup her ass. She was almost crawling on the floor and was in the most submissive position I could think of. And, the moment the husband, on-screen, took his penis out of his wife’s mouth, she started talking! “Oh, fuck… Yess, Babbyyy… Fuck me harder! Make a slut out of your horny sister-in-law! Fuck me like you own me!” she screamed. I had never seen anything like this before. It was one of the most sleazy productions I had ever seen. The female sure seemed to have been ruthlessly satisfied. But, I also felt the need to admit that I wanted to be the woman in there. However, I was also angry at my own man, my husband. The person I considered my best friend, the guy I truly loved, for fantasizing about sharing me with another man. I was so naive that I never imagined he could think of another guy on our bed! And, that too, somebody in the family. The person he had in mind was his own brother! As the scene progressed, the husband sat on the couch. The wife was now getting fucked in pussy, in the missionary position, completing her surrender. “Harder… Harder, Baby… Harder…Stretch my dirty cunt! Cum inside me… Cum inside your brother’s wife. Fill me with your seeds. Defile me!” she shouted. It was everything that would normally leave me disgusted. I was the same person who had un-followed cricketer Scotty Binny, on Instagram, when I heard the news that he got his model wife impregnated by his team-mate. But, here I was, so conflicted, sitting right next to my husband. I was really enjoying the show, totally imagining the adult actor’s huge cock deep inside my love hole. And, before I realized, I had my fingers frantically rubbing my clit. Though I hated to acknowledge it, and though I wasn’t entirely sure about it, I did feel images of my young brother-in-law flash in my mind. I slipped my middle finger inside my craving pussy. I knew I needed some action that very second. I knew I needed to be in the same venereal space my husband was in. I knew it was time to take his throbbing cock into my mouth. I knew it was time I tasted everything he had been feeling. I was going down on him and told Nikhil to pretend that it was him on the couch as I got shagged by his brother. I could not believe I said that, and neither could he, initially. But, he appeared to have greatly enjoyed listening to me. Nikhil was so slick with precum, and it felt great on my wanting tongue. It was the same flavor that had graced my mouth on so many instances over the last couple of years. But definitely richer in enthusiasm this time. 10 minutes went by smoothly. I felt like I could go on savoring his meat, forever, until he pushed me back, turned me around, and directed my body to be on all fours, on the floor. Without any hesitation, Nikhil told me to watch the man playing the younger brother, on-screen, alternately poking his sister-in-law’s either holes, from behind. And, at the same time, my husband found his way inside my moist twat, for real. Back and forth, the male hunk went between his female co-star’s caves, as my own man banged my snatch, mercilessly. I had cum twice already, and I did not remember being so wet any other time. “Nikki, If I was to share you, who would you want the other woman to be?” It was a question purely out of reflex. I had just finished quizzing him, and I already felt his thrusts turning faster, and with a lot more force. “Who is in your mind, Nikkii? Tell me… I really want to know. Just tell me who she is,” I almost demanded. “I am sorry, Tammu. But, I imagined your mother in place of you. I want her!” he muttered, shoving his dick into the untouched interiors of my vagina. I felt chills sent down my spine as I came to know that my husband was sexually attracted to his wife’s mother. And, even more agitating was the fact that he had told me even yesterday, that he saw my mom the same way he saw his mom. Nikhil went on to describe how badly he wished he was penetrating, both my mother and me together. He confessed to jerking off while looking at her changing her saree, the last time she visited us. I heard all about how he wanted to screw her throughout her stay here. He even admitted to me that he had sneakily molested her, grabbing her butt while she was sleeping. I was naturally furious, but also unbelievably turned on visualizing it. And, Nikhil was quick to notice that. My pussy was so drenched that he got his thumb all wet with my juices, and very organically slid the whole of his thumb into my ass, for the first time, as he continued to fuck my pussy hard. I screamed and shouted, but I was surprised to know that I loved it. I felt complete in so many more ways. I felt like a new woman. My man pounded my pussy hard for about 5 more minutes, before he stopped, leaving me wanting for more. I felt my stretched walls relax, as he took his toy out, and without saying another word, immediately stuffed his cock into my slightly opened tiny little butt-hole. The action was so stinging, I really felt he was tearing me apart. It certainly was very warm and tight, inside my newly wounded rump, and Nikhil could not stop drilling his way deeper and deeper inside my butt. It was a rampage, and I knew I was never going to be the same person once this was over. But, more than once, I was also forced to imagine my mother being subjected to the same suffering “Aahhh…” I groaned. It was extremely painful, and it was hurting me. But, I also felt my mind starting to be filled with more novel questions. This was the first time he was penetrating me so roughly, regardless of the location, and he had never been so vigorous before. I just had to wonder if there was more to it. My asshole was being destroyed. I had tears rolling down my eyes, and I was actually crying. Nikhil looked possessed like he was reclaiming something very precious, and he was scaring me. But, equally, perverted was my own state of mind, and I had no idea what got into me. And, when my husband told me he had the entire length of his hot-rod inside my back-door, I very gladly moaned his brother Nived’s name. My shameful deed was so stimulating, it caused my husband to straightaway ejaculate, and he filled my ass with his sticky hot semen. This was the first time he had fucked me without a condom. “Nikki… Babby… Will you be not so pissed at me if I end up asking you something that you may not like?” I inquired politely, still breathing heavily as he pulled his cock out. I was smart enough to guess this wasn’t the best time to quiz him, but I could not wait to confirm. “What is it?” Nikhil shot back, in a relaxed manner, carefully observing his own spunk leak out of my bums. Tamanna: Was it only my mom that you had in mind? Or… were you imagining another person? Especially after you started drilling my anal hole… was it somebody else?! Nikhil: Yes! Tamanna: Were you thinking you were fucking your own mom? Nikhil: Yes! Tamanna: Did you ever fuck your mom? Nikhil: Yes! Tamanna: Did you and Nived fuck your mom, together? Nikhil: Yes! That was it! That was all I wanted to hear! It all made sense now! I turned around swiftly and took his softening cock into my mouth. I had blown his plastic-covered cock as soon as he finished drilling my pussy, quite a few times. But this was my very first ass to mouth experience. I cleaned his juicy dick with my eager tongue, and collapsed on top of him, as he sat on the floor. Nikhil: Can I ask Nived to come over? Tamanna: Yes, Nikki… Please! I think he should be here with us. But, not just him. Make sure he brings your Mummy along. Nikhil: Yeah? You sure? Tamanna: Yes. Nikhil: Really? Tamanna: Yes. And I am already thinking about how to get my mom to join us. Nikhil: Whoa! Tamanna: I want to see you do her. Nikhil: Well… Since we are going all the way… Don’t you think we should consider adding Tappu, also, to the group? Tamanna: Definitely! My sister would be great! And, of course, I want her boyfriend, too! I kissed my husband passionately on his lips as he played with my delicate tits. I experienced quite a few sensations, for the first time, that eventful day. It was a revelation. And, I also knew this was just the beginning. But, before you are worried about the usual ‘To Be Continued’ message, I would like to state that there won’t be one. This is the final stage of my story. Maybe, you will hear about other Indian Housewives, like my colleague, Kajal, or my best friend, Samantha. Or, maybe, you already know about them. While the former was gangbanged inside a cafe, the latter was taken by her driver! As far as I am concerned, I am done telling you my twisted tale. I am just too occupied for another round of shedding my inhibitions. I have way too many men waiting to have there hands on my luscious body. I have way too many hard cocks waiting to fill my dripping cunt. I really hope you like this story. Please do send me your feedback and comments to [email protected]