Priya's journey into erotic wonderland Part III: Priya and Her Mother-in-Law Enjoy Together

                                PRIYA’S JOURNEY INTO EROTIC WONDERLAND PART III

                        Priya and Her Mother-in-Law Enjoy Together

                                                              (EROTIC, FANTASY)

…and I went into shock and depression. Rahul’s death was so sudden it was like a mind-numbing blow with a sledgehammer. I lost interest in everything and would sit and stare vacantly for hours together.

My parents were worried. All doctors and elders advised them to get me married; a change of scene, a husband, and kids would make me forget the trauma. I reluctantly agreed and married a reasonably good-looking and wealthy Satish. He was my dad’s business associate’s son.

Then the monotony started. Satish had a very meagre, almost non-existent sexual drive. Though he was busy all the time with business, finding the mood and time to fuck his wife once or twice a month was ridiculous. I also did not bother much since I was still unable to get over the loss of Rahul. To make matters worse, my dad shifted his business to Canada and migrated. I did not wish to make my parents unhappy, so I pretended everything was fine.

Time heals wounds, and slowly, I came out of my shell and started feeling the need for a hard fuck. I started reading ISS stories and watching porn sites. My dormant desires started waking up. Some time back, I read a very erotic story and sent an email to the writer. He promptly responded.

We started chatting. I expected him to be like a regular horny, lecherous male, asking for my mobile number after a few minutes of chatting and pestering me for fucking after a day or two. Normally, they boast about how big their cocks are and how hard and long they can fuck, like Swati pointed out.

Surprisingly, he was very well-behaved, asking every time what put me off and what I was comfortable with. He described his sexual encounters, and slowly, I opened up and narrated all my experiences. Within a week, we were quite close and shared many things.

Today, I told him about Satish and how useless he was in bed, and how my life was in a dark tunnel with no hope of light in sight. (This was what Swati was reading when I switched off the computer, and she didn’t read the rest of the conversation.)

He didn’t reply for a few minutes, and then I typed, “Are you there?”

He replied, “Yes, sweetheart. I was thinking. Can you follow some advice?”

I typed, “That depends. If it is practical and easy... yes.”

He: "Suppose God or a supreme being wants to grant you a wish; what would it be?"

I: "A thick, fat, long cock fucking my very wet, juicy cunt."

He: "Another cock in the anus as well?"

I: "Mm, that would be nice." (I started inserting and moving my middle finger in my cunt.)

He: "How about another for sucking?"

I: "That would be heaven. What are you driving at?" (Now two fingers were moving rapidly in my pouring cunt.)

He: "Listen, tonight when you are drifting into sleep, imagine vividly that three cocks are fucking you. Feel their balls in your hands—their texture, softness, heaviness… feel his hot cock slowly rubbing your juicy soft cunt walls, his pubic hair tickling your cunt mound when you take it fully in... and the pink-red dick head, the veins on the cock you are sucking… run your hand along the length of the shaft… feel the texture… and… drift into sleep."

I: "Oh, Mm, why are you torturing me…?" (Three fingers moving with lightning speed in my squishy cunt and my other hand's thumb tickling my clit. I screamed, climaxed, and squirted a Liter of juice.)

He: "You do this and very soon you will be fucked by three cocks. Not only fucking, but anything you desire in life… just live and act as if it is happening, and it will. Okay, honey, I have to go. My wife is yelling…"

I: "Okay, bye, I have to go to the bathroom to clean up my cunt. You made me very wet."

He: "Glad for that. One more thing: promise me you will always be happy."

I: "Are you joking? How can I be happy? I told you about my dark tunnel."

He: "You switch on any news channel. You will find millions of women who would give their right arm to be in your place. No, I am serious. Misery is like quicksand. It will suck you deeper the more you squirm."

I: "So how do I get out of the quicksand?" (I wiped my fingers on my nightie and lowered it over my knees.)

He: "I am throwing you a rope; grab it. See, the more you feel sad, the sadder you will be, and things happen to make you even sadder. So, be happy, and all things will happen to make you happier. When you are about to feel sad, immediately think of the award you won, how happy you and your parents were, how your friends clapped, or see your albums, or see your favourite comedy movies and laugh till your stomach aches… okay, darling, bye…"

He logged out. Then I went to the bathroom, and when I returned, I found Swati reading…

Now, I was really sleepy. I took my boob out of Swati’s mouth, moved down and took her long nipple in my mouth, and drifted into sleep, chewing and sucking it. I started imagining as he advised, and as I finally dropped out, the three cocks that were fucking me had started filling cum in my holes…

“Priya, wake up, it is past nine…” Swati was gently shaking me by the shoulder.

I woke up with a start. I normally don’t sleep so late.

“I am… sorry.” I was about to get up, realized that I was naked, blushed, and tried to pull a blanket. Swati laughed and grabbed it from my hand. She was wearing a rose-coloured nightie so thin and transparent that her nipples, the contours of her areolas, and the swell of her pubic mound were clearly visible. She was also almost naked.

“I like you better naked, darling. Go and brush; I will bring coffee,” she told me and squeezed my boobs before leaving, remarking how foolish her son was to ignore such beautiful assets.

When I returned after freshening up, she gave me coffee. As I was sipping, she gave me a parcel and asked me to put on the dress. I finished the coffee, opened the parcel, and stared in amazement.

“What is the purpose of wearing it? This two-piece maxi is so transparent, one might as well be naked,” I said, laughing.

“That is the point. Come on, put it on and come down.” She smiled and left.

After I put it on and had seen it in the mirror, I had to admit it was smashing. Only half of the areola was covered by the top, and the support lifted my boobs to make the cleavage mouth-watering. Any man, except Satish, would want to push his cock in the cleavage and boob-fuck. Even the lower piece was revealing my assets most seductively. I brushed my hair and went down.

I entered the hall and stood transfixed. My mother-in-law was chatting with two men. They stood with their arms folded in a gesture of deep respect, their posture stiff and deferential. Swati draped herself on the sofa rather carelessly with her legs parted and her cunt clearly visible as the hooks of her nightgown were undone. They were looking fresh, dressed in clean, crisp clothes. I recognized them; they worked in the fields and gardens of Satish’s grandfather (my mother-in-law’s father) in the village.

I remember because the tall man, Kishan, was impossibly handsome—a darker version of Sylvester Stallone. I wondered what this hulk was doing in a village when he could give Bollywood heroes a run for their money. The second one, Chandu, was chopping wood in Swati’s village home backyard, and his rippling, knotted muscles on a sweaty body had tingled my cunt and caused juices to flow when I last saw him.

They looked at me and greeted me. My face turned pink with embarrassment. What was Swati doing, exposing her daughter-in-law like a whore to these men?

Swati came to me smiling. “Come, come, Priya. You know these two men are Kishan and Chandu, my village fuck-buddies,” she conducted introductions.

My brain was paralyzed. What was happening? Was I still dreaming?

I collapsed on the sofa next to her. I saw them gazing lustily at my boobs and cunt; I self-consciously crossed my hands over my chest and pressed my thighs together.

“These two are the best among my many fuck-friends in the village and have been fucking me for many years. Until you married Satish, they used to fuck me in this house, and after your marriage, I am going to the village or a friend’s place. Yesterday, I called them to come over,” she explained.

“Priya, I made them take a shower and freshen up. They will not smell of cow dung and grass,” Swati assured me.

I still could not believe it. “You mean you were getting fucked by them and no one in the village knows?” I asked.

Swati laughed. “Priya, maybe they know but pretend not to know.”

“No, Memsahib, if her dad comes to know, he will kill our families, so we don’t talk,” Chandu moaned.

“Okay, Priya, I leave you in their hands. Enjoy. I will prepare breakfast and lunch. You can fuck her in my bedroom, and you two—if Priya is not satisfied, I will give you fifty whip lashes,” she threatened. Both men laughed.

“Oh, can’t wait,” Kishan crooned.

“Stop fooling around; get to work,” she told them and went into the kitchen.

They came to me, bent dramatically from the waist down, and offered their hands. I took them. They led me into Swati’s bedroom and slowly disrobed me. Once I was naked, they asked me to undress them.

I was getting turned on with every passing second; their hard, strong bodies were sending ripples of desire surging through me. When I pulled down their innerwear, I gasped as their cocks sprang into view.

Contd...

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