I am a very hot woman. I had become used to getting fucked. I can’t live without cock. But after our marriage, my husband’s penis did not give me any pleasure at all.
Friends, my name is Surekha and I am a 30 year old married woman. I have been married for ten years and my husband has a grocery shop in Ghaziabad. I, my husband, my two children and my in-laws live in this house. Looks like I have a good figure, just like a common woman from a lower-middle class family. I am not fat, but my belly is full, my complexion is dirty and my husband’s complexion is dark. There are 3 rooms downstairs and 2 rooms upstairs in our house. The whole house was with us.
All this is now a daily occurrence. But the special thing that I am going to tell you is different from all these.
The truth is that I was having an affair with my brother-in-law. And it started not today, but when I got married and came to this house. The real father of my little girl is my brother-in-law.
My sister-in-law is 6 years older than my husband and my brother-in-law is 10 years older than my husband. There is an age difference of 14 years between my sister-in-law and me, but I still love my sister-in-law and give everything for her.
How? Pick it up and read it.
Why did you think of writing this story? Listen to this first.
What actually happened was that my sister-in-law recently passed away untimely. At 6 pm, when we got a call from Nandoi ji, my wife and I took our two children on our motorcycle and headed towards his village.
It was winter season so I wore a sweater and shawl over the saree.
We love our sister-in-law and sister-in-law very much. Both of us had to control ourselves at home with great difficulty and we reached the village. It was around 7:30 in the evening.
When we reached my sister-in-law’s house, my sister-in-law’s body was lying in the room. There was a carpet mattress spread on the floor nearby and Nandoy ji was sitting on it. One or two people were sitting next to him.
My husband first touched the feet of his dead brother-in-law, then hugged him and started crying.
I also cried.
When my husband Dev separated from my sister-in-law, I also came forward to console him and share his grief. He was sitting wearing a scarf. As soon as I hugged her, she covered me with her shawl, placed one hand on my shoulder and held my chest directly with the other.
I was suddenly surprised by this behavior of brother-in-law. His wife’s dead body was lying in front and the man was pressing my chest.
Now, the arrangement from the beginning was that my sister-in-law and I would have more sex than my husband, but I guess there was no chance.
But my sister-in-law often caressed my breasts under the cover of her shawl. My crying also disappeared. I just pretended to cry.
But not the least, I also caught hold of his penis and pressed it under the same scarf. On the surface, they are consoling each other, but in reality, they are confirming each other’s inappropriate relationship.
Sister-in-law started trying to slide my shirt down so that my breasts could come out and she could touch my ass.
Well, they weren’t as successful, but they did ruin my shirt bra.
After getting rid of them, I went straight to the bathroom and inside I put my bra and top back on. Then she came out and sat with other women of the house.
The ceremony was held the next day.
After the ceremony everyone else left but we stayed.
Even now people are coming, so my husband and I will have to arrange food and tea for everyone.
We stayed there for a few days. Even during these days, whenever he got a chance, Nandoji never let me go, yes he could not fuck me but he caressed my breasts and ass many times.
In fact, once when I was alone, I went to bring food for her and I asked – Are there any other guests?
So she said- I want your pussy, can you give it?
I said- You have taken it many times.. how many more times will you take it now?
He said- Look, now my wife is no more, so now I have only your support, now father-in-law, don’t reject me.
I went out smiling.
Then the thought came to my mind that what kind of man is he, he is always searching for something or the other. I’m here, I want my sister-in-law’s cock, my sister-in-law wants my pussy, and my husband wants a lot of money.
So why not put your strange experience into words and share it with more people. I don’t know if some people like it or not, but what’s the harm in saying it.
That’s why I wrote and sent this story. hope you like it.
So read the story of my first sex with my brother-in-law.
Surekha Mishra i.e. my nature has been bad since childhood. Too much heat in the blood. Although my family is well off, my father owns some farms in the village. He earned his living by farming and his living conditions were very difficult.
But I have always been courageous and whatever I wanted, I achieved it at all costs. But as I grew up, I understood that poor people only have desires and there is no guarantee of their fulfillment.
Of course, my behavior changed a lot when I reached 10th class, but then I realized that I craved for whatever I chose and I tried to get it by any means. Where should that thing be available?
I can give an example, a girl in our class had an affair with a boy and his family was better than ours. And I also like that boy.
When I came to know that he was having an affair with Sarita, I felt that if I had not had a boyfriend, my life would have been meaningless.
I also want a boy like him.
So I managed to have a relationship with that boy and I had sex with him before Sarita and told Sarita that I have stolen your friend.
After that Sarita never saw that boy.
Later, I did not enjoy this relationship and left.
But by having sex at such a young age, I was shooting myself in the foot. The problem now is that I often feel the lack of a man. I really want someone who can pamper me a lot as my boyfriend.
During this time, I made friends with one or two boys from my village and went out into the fields and got fucked a lot by them. Khadi is now spoken in our village and women often use abusive words. I have also started getting into the habit of seeing and hearing it. Because of my bad temper, my language had become very dirty, but since my mother frequently interrupted me, I always spoke thoughtfully and tried not to utter any abusive or bad words.
One day my uncle saw me fucking a boy from his village in the field and he told this at home.
When matters at home come to the fore, the best solution any parent can think of is to get the girl married.
I was only 19 years old when I got married. After marriage, the husband failed on the wedding night itself. Or should I say he tried his best, but I am used to fucking for long periods of time and repeatedly, so the 5-7 minute scenes that my husband gave me on my wedding night were perfect for me. Were kind of boring.
I thought he would fight the whole night, but he was drunk and one morning at four o’clock he started fighting as soon as the shots were fired. Both times he came inside me and fell asleep.
I wonder who this bitch married, nothing. Heck, it shouldn’t even get the beard wet…and this bitch thinks it’s gross.
Even after that I did not have any fun with my husband.
He would sit in the grocery store all day, come home at night, smoke two cigarettes, eat food, fuck me for five minutes and then go to sleep.
Three days after our marriage we went to Shimla for our honeymoon. Go one day, stay one day and come back the third day.
Is this also a honeymoon? I thought he was going to be there for a week and ten days but he was worried about his store and said everything was expensive and he didn’t see anything or eat anything and just one more day Stayed there for two nights and fucked me four times. Times. This whore Nandan has come here to celebrate his honeymoon.
When we reached home, I saw that my sister-in-law and sister-in-law were coming. As soon as I touched the feet of both of them and my sister-in-law blessed me, she caressed my back from top to bottom and it felt like a boy caressing the body of his new daughter-in-law to vent out his anger – Law.
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