Hello Readers! I am Suhasini Prabhute Moghe. I am 33 years old, a mother of three and a college professor. I am the eldest of the Prabhute sisters. Dr. Shalini and CA Sunaini are my younger sisters.
You all enjoyed reading Shalini’s fuck stories with her Muslim compounder Haroon and our Punjabi cousin Jiju, Naganand – Dr. Shalini – Part 1 (Ma’am in Streets, Randi in Sheets). Hope you all will give the same love and appreciation to my sex tales as well. Big thanks to my husband Ashish and my sexy sisters, who motivated me to share my hot and sensual sex life!
I stand at 5 feet 5 inches and possess a tight and sexy hourglass figure with measurements of 33-30-36. I have had a slightly big and peach-perfect ass since my teenage days. It obviously raises dicks of men in their pants. With bright red lipstick, eyeliner and kajal, I always apply bindi on my forehead.
I do wear Punjabi suits but I am a big fan of sarees because in sarees, I look the sexiest. My cherry popped up when I was in junior college with my boyfriend. The motherfucker dumped me the very next day after taking off my virginity. He shared the details of our sex session very proudly with his friends.
Since then, my interest in love has decreased, and lust has taken over my brain. Throughout my teenage years, I heavily consumed adult content and watched porn and sex clips with great interest. The wet and cosy memories of teenage masturbation are still afresh in my mind.
Unlike my younger sisters, I am conservative when it comes to sex. But, after all, I am a woman. I have a pussy, and it craves for sex. I had 3-4 one-night stands with my college male besties. They satisfied the sexual itch of my pussy to the best of their capacity by fucking me hard.
At the age of 24, I married Ashish Moghe, a software engineer, in an arranged marriage setting. We met only 3-4 times before our marriage and were too shy to have long conversations. I doubted whether we would get along well post-marriage.
But, on the first night, our inhibitions faded away, and we made love to each other. Very slowly and sensuously, Ashish removed all my clothes kissed and licked every inch of my body. Ashish then drank almond milk, wore a condom on his dick and fucked me the entire night.
Given the job Ashish is into, he arrives home very late. But he never complains about fatigue and fucks me every night like a dutiful husband. I, too, start Ashish’s day by sucking his beautiful morning wood!
On Sundays, Ashish doesn’t even allow me to wear clothes. His dick stays inside my pussy instead of his underwear for more than half of the day’s time. But, I do ensure that Ashish wears a condom every time before he enters his tool inside my pussy. I didn’t want to get pregnant so early.
After 3 months of our sexy married life, I joined as an assistant professor at a private Junior College. This was the place where the ‘Randi’ inside me woke up for the first time. I lusted for the dick of a bastard named Shrinivas Nigudkar. Dark in appearance, Shri was a guy in his mid-forties.
I instantly became friends with him in the staff room. Standing 6 feet 1 inch, Shrinivas was the Physical Trainer and basketball coach of junior college students. He possessed wide shoulders, a broad manly chest and big, bulky arms.
A current went through me when he shook hands with me for the first time. Whenever we conversed, Shrinivas found it hard to look at me because he got distracted by my beautiful cleavage.
Days and months went by. A bond started building between both of us. Spending time with Shrinivas every day became a ritual. He even picked up and dropped me whenever he was free. Shri tried to get so close to me. Sometimes, he purposely touched my shoulders or back or gave some sensual clues.
At the age of 24, my sex hormones were at a peak. I just wanted to open Shri’s pants and take his dick in all my love holes. But I used to remind myself that I was married and should remain loyal to Ashish’s dick. My obsession with Shrinivas was increasing day by day.
I don’t remember how many times I masturbated in the College washroom, taking Shri’s name. Whenever Ashish was away from home, I shoved cucumber or a vibrator inside my pussy, thinking it was Shri’s dick. But it didn’t quench the thirst of my pussy.
In the meantime, I realised Shri was staring at me on many occasions. He didn’t say anything to me, but his eyes spoke volumes. His stares weren’t normal. He used to scan my cleavage, my sexy navel and would strip me off naked through his eyes. I used to blush and look away.
I was horny for Shri’s dick but realised he, too, wanted to get under my pants. On one fine day, Shri got some sweets from his native place, which he offered me. I had just come out of the washroom after masturbating (taking his name). My hands were wet because of my love juices.
When I told him I would have it later, he came closer and fed me the sweet with his hand. I couldn’t control it and sucked his fingers and made them wet with my saliva. Shrinivas then fed me another sweet, and I went on sucking his thumb. Shrinivas moved his wet thumb over my lips and caressed them.
He set the box of sweets aside, took my face in his hands and kissed my lips. He first kissed my upper lip and then slowly locked his lips with mine. Shri grabbed my waist and continued kissing my neck. The pallu of my saree fell on the ground, and Shri started licking my breasts.
I was totally wet between my legs. Drops of nectar were flowing down in my panty. My mangoes (boobs) had got sensitive. My nipples had got hard and erect inside my bra. We both came to our senses and adjusted ourselves. We realised someone was coming inside the staff room.
It was because of this disturbance. Otherwise, Shri would have fucked me that day itself in the staff room. Later that day, Shri offered me a lift, and I couldn’t deny it. He then gave me a box wrapped in gift paper. At first, I resisted, but with so much persistence from him, I finally accepted the gift.
I was horny and turned on by Shri’s kissing. As soon as he started the car, I rubbed my hand on his groin. I unzipped his pants and discovered an 8-inch erect black cobra! I gave Shri a handjob. He kept on moaning the entire time while driving the car.
By the time we reached my home, Shri had already jerked off on my hand. He held my face in his hands and locked lips with mine. I licked clean my left palm, which had got wet by Shri’s cum. I kissed his wet penis before getting down from the car.
I straight away ran to our bedroom and became nude. My nipples had got erect, and my pussy was dripping wet. I masturbated multiple times and made my bedsheet wet by taking Shri’s name. My nipples kept on getting erect, and my pussy kept on swelling like hell. Gosh, I don’t know what was happening to me!
I had forgotten to lock the bedroom. Ashish came inside without knocking, only to find his wife nude with her sexy legs wide apart. Ashish didn’t have dinner that night and instead feasted on my nude body and fucked me hard.
Though Ashish was fucking me, I kept on thinking about Shri’s 8-inch black cobra. This is how desperately I wanted Shri’s dick deep inside my warm and wet pussy!
In the morning, when I checked my phone, I had got messages from Shrinivas,
‘Hey, hottie, my wife is going to her native place with our kids tonight. I will drive you to my home after college.’
‘I want to taste your sweet ripened mangoes which you hide inside your tight padded-up bra, eat your wet pussy and tasty asshole.’
‘I want to sleep with you, Suha.’
I opened the gift of Shrinivas and found a red-coloured set of lingerie. Shrinivas seriously wanted to screw my love holes. I was both nervous and horny. But I listened to my horny side. I wore the lingerie gifted by Shri, draped a saree and got ready for college.
I could not concentrate on teaching the students that day. Time went by. It was evening, and all the lectures were over. As planned, Shri picked me up after college. Shri’s fragrance, mixed with his sweat and perfume, was making me go crazy. His hairy cleavage was visible and making me wet between my legs.
He had unbuttoned the first two buttons of his white silk shirt. Shri was checking out every inch of my body, and his eyes fixed on my bosom. I had purposely kept the bra straps out of my blouse to show him that I had worn the lingerie he had gifted me. Without wasting time, Shri straight away drove me to his home.
We went upstairs to his bedroom. Both of us were horny as hell and locked lips with each other. The pallu of my saree had already fallen on the ground. Shri fondled my mangoes (boobs) and pinched my erect nipples over my blouse. He was licking my neck. I unbuttoned his shirt and went on licking his hairy chest.
I went down on Shri and unzipped his pants. I sucked his 8-inch black cobra till he cum inside my mouth. I gulped his cum in one go like a professional porn girl. Shri held me up, unhooked my blouse along with the bra and went on sucking my mangoes (boobs). He went down on me and licked my navel.
He then forcefully removed my saree along with the petticoat. I was only in my panty. He removed his shirt, pulled down his pants along with the undergarment and became completely naked. Shri lifted me in his arms and threw me on the bed. He signalled me to take the doggy position.
He went behind me, positioned his face towards my ass, sat on his knees. He pulled down my panty and shoved his face between my sexy round ass cheeks. Shri went on licking my pussy and ate my sweaty asshole. “Umm, aah,” I kept on moaning the entire time as my man was feasting on my love holes.
Shri ate my asshole and rubbed my clit till I squirted 3 times on his face. I laid on my back and raised my legs so that Shri could completely remove my panty. He sniffed my panty and wiped his face with it. The smell of my urine and love juices made him super horny.
Shri placed his erect cock on my wet pussy. I spread my legs wide apart to make way for Shri’s cock into my wet pussy. Shri spat on his erect dick, made it wet with his saliva and entered inside me in one go. I removed my mangalsutra and kept it on the table beside the bed.
I was relieved as the man of my wet dreams was finally inside my married pussy. I realised that Shri hadn’t worn a condom before entering inside me. But it was too late. He had already started fucking my pussy in a missionary position.
I had no option left but to wrap my legs around Shri’s waist. I enjoyed the hard shots of his tool deep inside my wet pussy.
Me: Shri, please go slow. I like slow and sensual.
I whispered in Shri’s ear. Shri kissed my lips and slowed down his speed of fucking. With each shot, Shri’s black cobra was getting bigger inside my warm and wet pussy. Shri was a great kisser! He held my face in his hands and kissed my lips while his dick continued ramming my pussy.
After fucking me slowly and sensuously for almost half an hour, Shri started drilling my pussy at a raw speed. My moans turned into screams. I squirted for the 4th time that night. My nude body was vibrating as hell. Shri stopped fucking me.
He locked his lips with mine while his erect dick was still deep inside my pussy. As soon as I started catching my breath, Shri again paced up and went on fucking me like a maniac.
Me: (Gasping) Madarchod, meri chut mein dard ho raha hai, chut faadega kya meri? (Motherfucker, my pussy is hurting, are you going to tear it off?)
Shrinivas: (Catching his breath) Abe tu randi hai, meri biwi nahi aur randiyon ko aise hi chodte hai. (Hey, you are my slut, not my wife and sluts are fucked like this only.)
My slang was making Shri more and more horny, and soon, he shot a hot cumload inside my pussy. Shri’s cum was so thick that it was oozing out of my pussy. Shri gave me love bites on the neck and collapsed on the bed next to me. Both of us were so tired that we slept in each other’s arms.
After about one hour, I woke up. The clock showed 9:30 p.m. I gathered my clothes, wore my mangalsutra and got ready to go home.
Me: Shri, I have to go. My husband will be waiting for me.
I told Shri to wake him up. I had pizza, which Shri had ordered for me, as I was feeling hungry. He dropped me home. I locked lips with Shrinivas for the last time that night before getting out of his car. I found Ashish waiting for me at the dinner table.
We had a light dinner. As per our night routine, Ashish was getting ready to fuck me after dinner. He noticed love bites on my neck. I stripped off and became nude. Ashish saw my panty was wet. He placed his hand on my pussy only to find it wet and sticky due to Shri’s cum.
Will Ashish abandon me for cheating on him? To find out what happened next, read the next part of this story, which will be posted soon. Until then, Happy Orgasms!