Vikram had turned 45. Kavita was 39. It had been 18 years since their marriage. In the beginning, Vikram used to fuck Kavita himself. Kavita also enjoyed getting fucked thoroughly. But with time, Vikram’s pleasure decreased, while Kavita’s fire kept increasing.
Now, weekly or monthly, it was Kavita herself who would sit on Vikram’s cock and get fucked. Vikram seemed to have lost all interest in these things.
But Kavita wanted Vikram to fuck her properly like he used to before, but she felt bad saying all this to her husband. She thought that if she said it, she didn’t know what Vikram would think.
Kavita had also become quiet for the past few months. As if she was now calming herself.
One Sunday, Vikram found a dildo in Kavita’s drawer. In the evening, he asked Kavita, “Since when have you been using this?” showing the dildo.
Kavita trembled a bit seeing the dildo but didn’t say anything.
Vikram insisted, “Tell me, since when has this been going on?”
Kavita said with eyes down, “For a year. You now run away from me, what could I do, that’s why I ordered this.”
Vikram wasn’t angry hearing this. Maybe Kavita was right. But a thought came to his mind that he had been thinking about before, but never thought that his wife would agree. When he saw all this, those same dirty thoughts started coming to his mind again.
Actually, there was a security guard in the society. Vikram had very good acquaintance with him. Around 40 years old, everyone called him Chowkidar, his name was Bhajan Kumar. He used to wear a dhoti.
He would sit on a chair at the gate, a stick kept nearby. Whenever any lady would go out or come in, he would look at them and massage his cock over his dhoti.
Vikram and he were sitting drinking alcohol one day. Bhajan got drunk and couldn’t get up. Vikram picked him up and took him to his room and put him to sleep. Bhajan’s dhoti had opened, his cock was visible, when Vikram saw his cock, his mouth remained open. His cock was just like Vikram’s, and Vikram used to think that his cock was the most different. Vikram brought his close to compare, then stroked his own. Damn, this is just like mine, I kept thinking mine was the biggest in the society, here even the watchman’s is equal to mine.
Then he came back home. The next day he got Bhajan drunk again but this time he wanted to know something from him. When he saw that Bhajan was about to get high, he asked, “Buddy, why don’t you wear underwear?”
Bhajan laughed and said, “Dude, who wears underwear, just lift the dhoti and fuck the cunt then lower the dhoti, who would wear underwear, first take it off, then wear it, I can’t do all that.”
“Get me someone’s cunt too,” Vikram said, putting another glass in front of Bhajan.
“Bhajan, dude you have such great stuff at home, fuck her only. If my wife was like that, I would fuck her daily.”
Bhajan was completely drunk and was babbling whatever came to his mind.
“How do you know I have great stuff at home,” Vikram asked.
“Hey, not just me, the whole society knows, when she goes out, and when she comes in, I keep looking at her ass, her figure, her big bouncing breasts.”
Vikram wasn’t getting angry hearing all this, rather he was enjoying it more.
“Okay, tell me who all have you fucked in the society.”
Bhajan woke up as if from sleep, “Can’t tell you this.”
Vikram tell me dude, “if you tell me, I’ll get you drunk the whole week.”
Hearing the name of alcohol, Bhajan said, “You’re not lying, right?”
“No, I’m telling the truth, first tell me who all have you fucked in the society.”
Bhajan started telling, “Sharma ji’s wife, Rohan’s daughter, Shilpa.” And named many others.
Hearing the names, Vikram’s mind spun — he had wanted to fuck Shilpa for so long. And this Bhajan had already fucked her. Shilpa lived in the apartment above Vikram’s, and didn’t talk much to anyone.
“You’re not lying, right, how did you fuck Shilpa? She doesn’t even talk to anyone.”
Bhajan laughed, drank the alcohol and said, “Don’t know how I fucked her, I don’t even know myself, one day I got drunk and went to her apartment. Don’t know what work I had, don’t even remember. When I came to my senses, I was sleeping on the stairs. And my dhoti was over me. I just knew this much, someone sucked my cock and then sat on it. I thought it was Shilpa.”
Vikram cursed Bhajan in his mind, ‘Damn, if I had such good luck, I would roam around drunk every day.’
From that day, for a few days Vikram would get him drunk daily, and would try to know everything about the society.
Vikram suddenly woke up as if from sleep, looked toward Kavita and asked while giving her the dildo, “So does this get your work done?”
Kavita immediately took the dildo and put it in the drawer, “Work doesn’t get done but I get some relief.”
Vikram took off his clothes and became completely naked. His cock was fully erect.
Kavita looked at him, “Don’t just get me heated up and leave me again.”
Vikram removed Kavita’s clothes one by one, and made her naked. When he looked, Kavita’s cunt was already wet, “You’re already getting wet.”
Kavita held Vikram’s cock and said while stroking it, “What can I do, the fire of this cunt keeps increasing.”
Vikram laid her down below. And put one finger inside and started moving it in and out.
Kavita: “Have you seen something today? How did you get so hot?”
Vikram said while pressing Kavita’s boobs, “I didn’t know that my wife is so hot that she has to manage with a dildo.”
While saying this, he took one nipple in his mouth and started sucking.
Kavita held Vikram’s cock and started setting it on her cunt. “Put it inside,” after saying this, Kavita was completely in fucking mode.
Vikram left the nipple and got up. And in one thrust, put his cock in her cunt. Kavita moved a bit but she had experience with the dildo so she took it inside easily and started getting fucked.
Vikram was in a different mood today. Something was stirring in his mind. And he was taking advantage of that stirring by fucking Kavita’s cunt.
Kavita shouted, “Have you gone mad today? Why are you thrusting so hard, do it slowly, Aahhh… ahhh… today my… cunt… will tear…”
Actually Vikram was fucking her thinking she was Shilpa, that’s why he was thrusting so fast and hard.
Kavita put her hands around Vikram’s neck, “ahhhh… don’t stop… I’m coming… Vikram fuck me harder… ahhh… ahhh… ah…” and she became calm, today her cunt had released water.”
But Vikram wasn’t going to stop today, he was still thrusting. Thap…thap… sounds were echoing in the room.
Kavita said while panting, “Have you taken something today?”
Vikram wasn’t saying anything, just kept fucking. Kavita also became quiet and started supporting Vikram, “aahh… fuck me Vikram… harder… extinguish the fire of my cunt…”
Vikram held her waist hearing her words and started fucking fast. Kavita shouted again, ahhh… I’m coming again… Vikram don’t stop… put it all the way inside…”
And her cunt released water again. This time Vikram couldn’t stop himself, in just a few thrusts he filled Kavita’s cunt with his hot semen. And panting, he lay down on top of Kavita.
Kavita today held Vikram lovingly in her arms. Both became completely calm after some time.
Vikram looked toward Kavita and said, “I can’t do more than this.”
Kavita kissed Vikram’s forehead, “You did well, I don’t want more than this.”
Vikram was still thinking something. Both fell asleep in each other’s arms, making love.
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Disclaimer: This is an English translation of an original Hindi story, produced with the help of artificial intelligence translation tools.