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Their oral session continued for about 20 or 25 minutes, after which Munna brought out his dick. His dick was smeared with Shruti's saliva and his precum. I looked at Shruti's face. There was no expression of loathing. Shruti was still sitting between my legs. Munna asked his associates how did they enjoy the sight of Shruti's oral service. They remarked that she performed like a perfect whore.

I stooped my head at their comments but Shruti seemed not at all bothered. I was really surprised how she could remain so unaffected after being forced to perform a dirty thing that she had not performed before even with me. Despite being her husband, I too had to admit to myself that she had handled the dick of Munna like a perfect whore. And the moment I recalled the way she sucked Munna, I grew hard again.

There was a kind of recess for about five minutes after which Munna said to Shruti,"I am very happy at your oral service and want you to serve my friends here. Don't bother about your hubby, he is enjoying your performance as much as we."

Shruti seemed hesitant, but not reluctant. At Munna's gesture, the SI and the two friends came near me and stripped me completely exposing my erection. Munna said to Shruti, "Look at your husband. His hardness shows that he is enjoying the sight as much as we."

Neither me nor Shruti said anything. I thought my erection at such situation was enough to ruin my relationship with Shruti for ever, as she would never pardon my cuckold behaviour.

Meanwhile, at Munna' gesture, Ramesh got stripped and sat on my thighs to use Shruti's mouth for pleasuring his dick. Ramesh had long curly pubic hairs around his big rod. His dick was smaller both in length and girth than that of Munna but it was bigger than my own. Shruti kept her mouth shut. Her face revealed that she loathed to take another cock in her mouth. Ramesh watched and slapped her hard on the face and said in an angry voice hissing like a snake, "Randi(Slut), just now you were sucking his cock like a lollypop and now pretending to hate it?"

Tears came to her eyes. Ramesh caught her head roughly and said again, "Take it like a good whore."

Shruti opened her mouth allowing Ramesh to insert his hard cock in her mouth and once fully in, she started sucking it immediately to avoid further spanking. Ramesh wilfully insulted me, "It gives extraordinary delight to sit on the husband's lap and fuck his wife's mouth."

Neither me nor Shruti had anything to say but to endure the insult and to wait for the ordeal to be over as soon as possible. As Shruti continued giving oral caress, Ramesh ordered her to suck faster. Meanwhile, he too started to and fro movement of his pelvic giving hard thrusts in her mouth. Occasionally he would ask Shruti, "Hi sexy bitch, do you like the taste?"

Ramesh fucked her mouth for nearly twenty minutes and said to her, "Get ready to taste the cream."

Ramesh accelerated speed of his pelvic movement and started releasing his huge thick and sticky cum inside her mouth. To avoid getting choked Shruti started swallowing his cum even though it was so voluminous that she couldn't manage it all and some leaked through her mouth. Ramesh stood up, brought out his dick from her mouth and placed it just in front of her lips and commanded, "Now lick it clean with your tongue."

Shruti helplessly started licking while I watched my wife sitting between my legs and licking a goon's cock. Shruti's cheeks and lips bore the mark of hickey and semen of Ramesh. Ramesh turned her face towards me and said, "She now looks like a perfect slut, what do you say?"

Hardly had Ramesh shifted from my thighs that Chandan took his place. He held his hard shaft, as big as Munna's, in his hand. After two dicks had violated her mouth, Shruti knew it was futile to refuse and she started to lick Chandan's dick, the moment it was brought before her lips. Chandan said to me, "She has started enjoying the game. By the time you go home she would learn to enjoy all the games. We train sexy women like her to be best whores."

As Shruti started licking Chandan's dick, he gradually pushed half of its length inside her mouth while his hands hanged below to play with her flesh mounds, and then he said to Shruti, "You can't accommodate its entire length in your mouth. So keep sucking comfortably. I won't fuck your mouth like them. Your lips and tongue must give him pleasure and bring out the load. You must prove to your husband that you're a good cock sucker."

Shruti and Chandan's oral session seemed to continue indefinitely. Chandan was a bit bulky and my thighs started aching as they were burdened with his body weight while using the mouth of Shruti. Twice or thrice I groaned in pain and on each occasion Chandan said to me, "Ask your sexy wife to accelerate her sucking. I will get up as soon as she succeeds in making me come."

But it seemed Shruti was sucking it leisurely. Finally, I noticed Chandan going stiff and from his movement I knew that the goon was going to smear my wife's oral cavity with his load. Once he discharged inside her mouth, Chandan brought his tool out which was in semi erect state and smeared with his own thick semen and Shruti's saliva. He slapped his tool a few times on her face so that some thick residual cum sticked on Shruti's cheeks and eyelashes. She looked very much like the heroine of some pornographic movie with pointed nipples and the face stained by sticky semen.

The police SI was waiting eagerly for his turn and once Shruti was done with Chandan, the SI obscenely gestured her to go near him. He was almost licking his lips at the prospect of enjoying dirty intimacy with Shruti. Shruti stood up from between my legs. Continuous sitting in the same position perhaps created numbness in her legs and she limped and balanced herself putting her hands on my shoulder.

The SI was a man of about 45 years, dark and bulky, his face revealed a kind of crookedness. He said to Shruti, "I'm in the habit of giving orders and you might be aware that I have found drug in your hubby's bike. For this your husband may be jailed for ten to fifteen years and you can spend your days with the Thakurs till his release from jail. Alternately, you may wish to obey my orders so that I don't register any case against your husband."

Shruti didn't reply but stood beside me. The SI came in front of me and said, "Tell your wife to obey my orders for your good."

But he did not made me utter those words to Shruti, rather gestured her to be near him. Shruti obeyed his gesture. The two were standing in front of me. The SI groped her nude body, fondled her well shaped bums, pressed her already erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and then roughly started caressing her shaved pussy. Perhaps after already getting treated by horny males, Shruti got more or less accustomed to such caress so that I didn't notice any stiffness in her as the SI caressed her. He then said to Shruti, "I want you to kiss me like a passionate lover in front of your husband and we would hug intimately."

Shruti walked near the SI and in her nude body hugged the SI making all his body feel the sensitive touch of her private parts. Shruti stooped a bit and planted a lip to lip kiss on him and unhesitatingly pushed her tongue in his mouth. They stood in embracing kiss for two minutes after which the SI ordered her to bring out his dick. Without any hesitation, Shruti pulled down his zip, pushed her hand inside his brief and brought out his big black tool. It looked like a monster with maroon glan swelling out of black foreskin and was nearly seven inches long with a girth of nearly two inches. He had prolific growth of curly and unruly pubic hairs that made his rod look awesome. Before he commanded anything Shruti was caressing his huge black tool lovingly taking it in her palms. The SI was pleased at the unexpected gesture of sexual caress from Shruti. He gestured her to kneel down in front of him to give his fat John oral caress. Shruti knelt down before him, encircled his black demon in her lips and started swallowing his meat bit by bit till she could take it no more. His long and curly pubic hairs were irritating her face and lips. So she put her palms holding his big shaft and pressed the unruly hairs backward at the base of his cock that disturbed her. The black cock of the SI was in sharp contrast to the bright complexion of Shruti. The SI, it seemed, was enjoying the feather touches of her lips and tongue on his hot cock as he lovingly moved his hands on Shruti's cheeks caressing her tender face.

He was complimenting her as a "sexy bitch" as her hands rolled back his foreskin and she teased his deep maroon glan with her tongue. Soon his hands caught her flesh mounds and were kneading her balls to his heart's content. His hands didn't leave any part of her body unexplored as they moved passionately to her bums, her bare shoulders, her pussy and soon he was fingering her pussy hole. Shruti didn't display any sign of being aroused except that her speed of sucking the cock accelerated making it impossible for the SI to take it longer. He moaned, held Shruti's head roughly and poured all his load in her mouth. Once he ejaculated in her mouth he roughly threw Shruti on the mattress, who sat there without any sign of reaction with her eyes steadily fixed on my erection.

Munna was surprised at the service Shruti had provided and appreciated her sexuality. He then said to his companions, "We have made her a whore and she served us well. We must repay her for her service. Her pussy must be craving to get ploughed by our rods. Her pussy is already juicy. Let us show her husband the way we pleasure her now."

 

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To the surprise of everyone, Shruti spoke, "I have obeyed all your orders so far and I will obey your other orders too. You've humiliated my husband enough by making me perform all the naughty things in front of him. I have one request, just take me to some other room so that I can freely perform with you as you wish."

I understood Shruti's triple purpose. First, it was her attempt to save me the further humiliation of watching her getting fucked by those goons. Second, she surely had got sufficiently aroused by then and she was both ashamed and hesitant to let me watch that she was shamelessly enjoying getting fucked by those goons. Thirdly, and most importantly, she wanted to avoid looking at my erection while she was getting sexually abused.

The goons seemed to consider her request for a few minutes and then decided against her appeal. Munna said to her, "Are you bothered at the presence of your husband? Don't you see he was enjoying the sight of your sexual intimacy with us?"

"I'm not bothered about him," Shruti mildly said, "I think I will perform better and can give you more pleasure in a different room."

"Don't worry, our sexy darling," Munna said, "We will repay you for the pleasures you gave us in such a way, that you will perform even better here. You will perform better than you ever thought you are capable of."

Shruti didn't say anything more after his resolute words. Munna ordered his accomplices, "Go, and prepare her for me in every way so that she begs to me in front of her husband to get fucked."

Sitting and tied on the chair, I shivered imagining what further might befall on Shruti. At Munna' order, Ramesh, Chandan and the SI pulled Shruti at the centre of the mattress from where she could see me and I too could see her. Shruti was already nude and she was asked once again to fold her legs at the knees and raise them upward giving me a clear view of her wet pussy.

Suddenly, Munna appeared with a movie camera and started recording Shruti. Almost instinctively, Shruti lowered her legs covering her pussy but the SI cruelly reminded her about me and our son. Shruti immediately lifted her legs again allowing Munna to shoot her nude video from various angles. Chandan and Ramesh went beside her and as the video recording went on and they kneaded her flesh mounds, her bums, made her suck their cocks. But the worst was when they fingered her pussy and recorded her contorted facial expressions at the stimulation.

Another shooting was with the SI when Shruti was ordered to French kiss him while the SI acted as if she was forcing it on him. The nude shooting of Shruti continued for about half an hour that captured her nude body from all possible angles and in every scene Shruti was ordered to play the controlling role. Once it was over, Munna explained to me and Shruti, "Be assured, this will never be circulated. After tonight's lesson, we don't think you will go further against us. But in case, you decide to report the matter to anyone or in case she defies to please us, we might have to use it."

Both me and Shruti realised that they were trapping us in every possible way so that we neither report that night's humiliation nor dare to defy them ever in future.

Once the shooting session was over, Ramesh went near Shruti and attacked violently her boobs, biting, sucking and pinching her nipples. The SI went towards her face and started to French kiss Shruti most passionately. Chandan was licking her cunt and he knew his job. Even though Shruti was stiff and her mind was revolting, yet from a distance I could feel her fighting in clenched teeth against the rising sexual sensations of her body.

Despite all adverse circumstances Shruti started to get aroused as I could feel from her sharply pointed nipples and other body gestures. Her mind was fighting against the arousal but her body was slowly but certainly surrendering to the manipulations. From the way Shruti moved her legs restlessly I felt that Shruti was fighting hard against orgasm building in her. I had known Shruti intimately and by her leg movements I knew that she was facing urgent need of relieving her sexual arousal. Just imagine my situation of watching my beautiful conservative wife responding to a goon's caress and awaiting for release of her passion.

Chandan, who was licking Shruti's cunt must have sensed her tension. He slipped his finger in her pussy and stopped licking. He soon started biting the soft flesh of her inner thighs making her moan. He also started lightly to massage her legs and cunt lips. Suddenly I noticed Shruti becoming stiff and rigid and realised that she had diverted her mind and repulsive feelings were again creeping in. Munna was watching Shruti's every reaction and instructed something to Chandan. Chandan, who was licking her cunt, started to finger her cunt quite violently. Once again Shruti started to get aroused as I saw her straightening her legs in a kind of restlessness. But Chandan stopped again. Shruti perhaps wanted to say something but her mouth was sealed by Ramesh kissing her and sucking her lovely pink lips.

Chandan repeated the act of fingering and then would stop suddenly as if to bring Shruti on the brink of orgasm and stop. Sometimes he would completely withdraw his fingers and pinch her clit making Shruti moan loudly, a moan that signalled how aroused she was. He must have kept playing for what seemed like eternity. After some time he just put his finger in her cunt and Shruti started to fuck his finger by desperately moving her pelvis. He continued this for some time and as Shruti came very hard on his fingers all of them shouted, "The whore has flooded her pussy."

Before she even came down from her orgasmic discharge, Munna stood beside her watching how wet her cunt had become.

Shruti's breasts were red with all the marks, lips were puffed and even I could see a slight puffiness on her cunt lips. Her cheeks and arms were full of hickeys. Munna who was nude all along turned to me and pointing at his hard tool said, "He is now ready to purify your wife."

Munna's 9" long and 2 inches thick meat was standing in its full glory. He roughly took Shruti's face in his hands and moved her towards his penis and growled, "Suck it."

Shruti was so aroused by then that she unhesitatingly opened her mouth and took as much of the meat she could in her mouth. Without any warning Munna pushed his penis down Shruti's throat. She was almost gagged.

He started to hump Shruti's throat and ordered Ramesh, "Keep massaging her cunt and legs."

All his accomplices burst out laughing. Munna was ramming his prick down Shruti's throat and I could see her saliva dripping down her face with each outward movement of his prick, and Shruti was almost unable to breathe.

"Ooogaaa, ooogaaa" was the only sound coming out of her throat. I pleaded to Munna to have mercy on Shruti or she would die. Perhaps Munna too realised that Shruti was not able to breathe; he pulled his prick out of her mouth.

 

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As she lay gasping for breath and tears pouring out of her eyes, Munna pulled her and he bent down again to kiss Shruti. His hard penis was on her thighs. He lifted her legs and put them on his wide shoulders and started poking the area near her cunt very brutally. Shruti perhaps could not bear pain in her tender area and she moved her hand between their bodies and took hold of his prick. I was surprised to see that Shruti had placed his prick at the entrance of her cunt. I knew Shruti needed desperately a hot cock in her craving pussy.

"Your hot wife is warming up" Munna said to me.

Then he bent down to suck her nipples and bite them. Shruti howled in pain. Even though her cunt was already wet from recent orgasm his prick did not enter easily. Finding that it was not sliding smoothly, Munna pushed very roughly, making her scream but he immediately lip-locked her in kiss suppressing her scream and was moving his pelvis as if to stretch her cunt walls to accommodate his tool. He went on with this for quite sometime till his big cock was completely swallowed by Shruti's cunt. He rested for a minute upon entering and then started to batter her hole. Shruti was screaming due to pain, but that made it more exciting for Munna and his accomplices as they shouted dirty words about Shruti's state of arousal.

Slowly, Shruti got accustomed to the size and the hard thrusts of Munna' penis and started to react. To my dismay, her juices were flowing coating his penis and her cunt. Suddenly I saw Shruti embracing Munna as she used to do while mating with me and entwining her legs around the waist of Munna. It was the undisputed proof of her arousal. Soon I noticed her sucking the lips of Munna. I could sense that she was nearing another orgasm even though only half an hour back she had orgasmed at their fingering.

I was a bit disheartened that she was enjoying with a brute but then realised that I too got erection even when it was being done to my wife. I could feel the extent to which het body was manipulated to reach this stage and whatever might be her mental state her body was responding to the pounding of a thick meat, much bigger than my own. Each drive was deeper than the previous one and her screams of pain were gradually turning into moans of pain combined with excessive pleasure. I saw her body was rising to meet his body halfway.

Munna was alternating his speed after few strokes, slow and fast. Shruti's moans were turning into wanton cries. Suddenly I heard her pleading to Munna, "Aaaahhh... uuuuhh...ummmm pleea...se."

Munna stopped completely and brought his cock out. I could see frustrations in Shruti's looks at such abrupt stoppage. She shamelessly pulled him by shoulders gesturing him to continue his act of plumbing. But Munna teased her, "Tell me what do you want."

Shruti replied in Hindi, "Chalu rakho." (please continue).

"What is to be continued?" said Munna, "Be specific."

Shruti was ashamed to tell directly. Chandan said to her, "If you can't say, tell your husband to tell it on your behalf."

Munna, who was sucking her nipples, objected, "No, she must tell it loudly in front of everyone what she wants."

Shruti's arousal was unbearable and she wanted to be relieved urgently. She hugged Munna tightly, spread her legs wider giving him better access to her cunt and almost shamelessly said in a passionate appeal, "Chodo mujhe." (Fuck me)

They all laughed at her open declaration and Munna once again inserted his dick in her already lubricated hole and the two engaged in most passionate mating both thrusting each other violently while my conservative wife had started moaning and uttering uncontrollably in a blurred voice, "Don't ever stop, keep fucking me."

Now that was too much for a cuckold like me and without any physical stimulation I ejaculated my load as I saw Shruti and Munna advancing towards an orgasm as they hugged and kissed each other like a couple.

That night in front of me, Shruti opened up for the other three also and I had uncontrollable hard on everytime my wife got her pussy pounded. I was actually surprised at her vigour that she almost equally enjoyed with Chandan, Ramesh and lastly with the SI.

By the time she satisfied each of them, she was exhausted. It was 2.30 AM. Shruti somehow managed to dress. I too got dressed and Munna dropped us along with our sleeping son at our own house in the wee hours next morning. Before we were released both me and Shruti assured that she would be always available whenever they call her.

Both Shruti and me were changed persons once we came out of the haveli though between two of us we were not free as both of us had watched the hitherto unknown sexual behaviour of both. It took almost a week for us to normalise. It was a compromise between me and Shruti about my cuckold behaviour and her shameless enjoyment with them. Both of us admitted our own sexual weaknesses and keeping in mind our security, the future of our son, decided to patch up the issue between us as we knew if we were to stay in that area we couldn't offend them. It was not about our safety and security alone, but an issue of avoiding social disgrace too as Shruti's nude movie was in their possession.

The things went cool for about a fortnight after which Munna telephoned me to take Shruti to his place again on that evening. Both of us knew that after all that had happened we can't dare to ignore the call. Like a true cuckold, I escorted Shruti to the Thakur haveli so that her youthful body could feed their lust. Shruti was also not very reluctant rather it seemed to me that she was quite willing. That evening I was made to take care of our son in a separate room while Shruti went to bedroom with Munna and his another friend named Chirag.

It was around midnight that Shruti came out of the bed room after she had satisfied both Munna and Chirag. She came out completely dressed but her dishevelled hairs and hickeys on her cheeks were telling what she had passed through. But quite amazingly, there was a look of extreme satisfaction on her face and it seemed as if she had thoroughly enjoyed spreading her legs to Munna and Chirag. Gradually, it became a regular practice that Shruti would go to the Thakur haveli once or twice in a month and when she returned, she never complained but displayed signs of enjoyment and satisfaction.

Nearly eight months lapsed since Shruti had started serving the needs of Munna and his various friends and she truly became a slut. I could feel her changes as Munna showered costly gifts like modern outfits and jewellery on her. Quite often, I saw her attending Thakur haveli wearing modern outfits which exposed her youthful treasures more than hiding them. Both Shruti and me adjusted to our new life of a cuckold and a hot wife. But there was more to come that we didn't imagine even in our wildest dreams.

It was the tenth month since Shruti had surrendered to Munna and his friends in front of me. Thereafter, she had been to bed several times with Munna and his other friends. Shruti had gained some weight by then and her boobs and bums had remarkably grown in size. It was a Saturday. Nearly for preceding ten days Shruti was not called to attend the Thakur haveli. So on that afternoon when the call came to attend the haveli, both of us were more or less mentally anticipating a call. The driver who came to pick up us had handed over an instruction that Shruti should go to haveli dressed like a newly wedded bride.

We had learnt by then that the orders from the Thakurs were not to be defied. So Shruti dressed herself as a newly wedded bride with her hands embellished in mehendi; she wore gorgeous dress of a bride, with matching lacy lingerie, costly ornaments. She applied deep maroon colour lipstick, waxed her limbs, shaved her armpits and pussy.

We reached Thakur haveli around eight in the evening. Our son was taken by three servants to a playing room while me and Shruti were directed to a big palatial building quite a few meters away from the room where Shruti had been laid so far. We never knew that such a building existed inside. Once we were there, we were asked to wait in a room that had a designed bar in one corner. Neither Munna nor his friends with whom Shruti had been to bed earlier was seen nearby.

After sometime, a small door separating the small room from the main one opened and Bade Thakur i.e. Sanatan Thakur (Munna's grandpa) appeared with three of his goons. Quite unceremoniously, Bade Thakur said, "My pota (grandson) Munna seems to be very pleased at Shruti's service. So I thought about tasting her and enjoy a bridal night with Shruti."

 

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We were thunderstruck as never before. How can this old man use a woman sexually who had already been to bed with his grandson and his friends. Shruti had become sexually quite open after all that she underwent in the haveli with Munna and his friends. But Bade Thakur's nasty proposal made her recoil. She mildly said, "You're a pervert. You want to use me who had been to bed with your grandson? Does he know it?"

"You call me whatever you want," said Bade Thakur in coolest voice without losing his temper, "Because you had taken his cock do you think you became his wife? No, you're just a whore and a whore has no choice of dick. In fact, the first day I saw you I felt the urge to crush your sexy body but I let Munna and his friends to have their turn first with you."

"She has served your grandson and his friends without any protest for ten months," I appealed, "Can't you spare us this humiliation?"

Sanatan Thakur gave a devilish grin and said, "We Thakurs specially enjoy to use a woman in front of her husband and to make him watch how we provide pleasure to his wife. My pota (grandson) also told me that you enjoy to see your sexy wife getting delighted by other men. And don't worry, she is now enjoying with Munna after her initial opposition. Similarly, she will learn to enjoy with me too. May be she might enjoy more with this old widower."

We could not really guess the extent to which Munna discussed such matters with his grandfather. Shruti was so disgusted that she couldn't control her reaction and said with a sneer, "You old lecherous fellow, dying to enjoy a young woman, who had been to bed with your grandson! How many days are left for you to go to grave? You still want to ravish me?"

Bade Thakur laughed, "Thakur's cocks remain brute till they are in the grave. But don't worry, you shouldn't judge by age, I promise you will beg for more."

There was silence for a moment. Then Sanatan Thakur ordered his three goons, "Take this man and tie him to my bedroom from where he can see how I pleasure his wife. This woman is Munna's mistress and today she will spend her memorable night with me. If she doesn't agree, shoot her husband and son at their heads."

His three goons immediately took control of me taking me to the adjacent bedroom and tied me to the sofa. At the centre of the room was a big king size bed decked with flowers. The old villain had planned a real bridal night to ravish Shruti. From the bedroom, I saw Bade Thakur taking two pegs of whiskey offering one to Shruti telling her that it would set her mood right. Shruti, however, refused. Bade Thakur drank his peg; he then drank half from the other peg and brought the left over to Shruti and ordered, "Take the left over of your boss like a good girl if you wish to see your husband alive."

Shruti had never drank alcoholic beverages. But most reluctantly she started sipping the left over. But Bade Thakur took another peg, drank one third of it and again ordered Shruti to take the remaining two-third. As she sipped reluctantly, Bade Thakur said, "A bride has to take the leftover food of her boss on bridal night. Don't hesitate at this being leftover. After all, our mouths, lips and tongues will explore each other tonight before our two bodies become one."

Both Shruti and me despised Bade Thakur and what he was up to. But at the same time we knew that there was no escape from his clutches. We also knew that begging for mercy would be futile. A little bit of whiskey had its effect on Shruti. She said to Sanatan in a flirting and sensuous voice, "A bridal night is between a woman and her boss on bed. You should drive out everyone else from the room."

Bade Thakur giggled, "I allowed your husband to watch if there is any shortcoming on my part to please you. Moreover, he will be able to assess if my grandson delighted you more or me. As for my servants, they are here to supply various things I might need during our game. Moreover, in case you or your husband dare to be disobedient at any stage, I will just let them jump on you and feast on your lovely flesh like wild animals."

"We will never be disobedient, and you know it better," Shruti said, "Just spare me the humiliation of doing everything in front of your servants."

"That's disobedience," replied Bade Thakur gravely, "I want to enjoy you in front of them and you will behave like an obliging slut."

There was no mercy, no consideration but passionate lust and perverted desire to humiliate. We refrained from talking anymore. Bade Thakur was not to delay. He ordered Shruti to take off her ornaments one by one and place them in a corner. She was then ordered to take off her saree; she stood there in her blouse and petticoat as Bade Thakur and his goons licked her with their glances. Gradually, she unknotted the string of her petticoat and let it fall on the floor near her ankles. Bade Thakur came near and lightly slapped on her bums and squeezed them. Shruti then unhooked her blouse and pulled it out of her body. Shruti was now standing before us in her bra, panty and heels. Her big boobs were offensively teasing the lustful glances. Bade Thakur slowly rubbed his hands on Shruti's well shaped boobs. ### Then Bade Thakur ordered her to go to bed but did not allow her to walk to the bed. Rather he lifted her on his lap and like a lover, placed her carefully on the bed and took away her shoes. He then sat beside her and instructed her to hug him like a beloved. The two got entwined in embrace with Shruti facing me. She kept her eyes shut to avoid direct eye contact with me. Bade Thakur's back was towards me while Shruti's head rested on his shoulder. At his order, Shruti started to take away the Punjabi out of his body exposing his upper body part.

Bade Thakur was about six feet tall and had the body of a gymnast. Even at that age his muscles were toned and tight, and had no sign of extra fat on his body. More than Munna, Bade Thakur looked like a perfect athelete and prolific growth of grey and black hairs covered his chest. Shruti was asked to suck his nipples, which she did reluctantly. She had applied maroon lipstick and her lipstick marks were clearly visible around his nipples.

When Shruti had bent in front of him to suck his nipples, Sanatan's hands were busy unhooking her bra and her boobs were exposed. Sanatan slowly massaged her boobs and turning her towards his servants asked them, "Do you enjoy this sight? Do you think these balls need more squeezes?"

His servants laughed in a most vulgar way and suggested that Sanatan should knead them hard. Meanwhile, he made her lay on her side with her front side facing me. From her back, he hugged her and he looked at me teasingly as his hand fondled Shruti's flesh mounds and played with her nipples alternately, pressing them hard between his thumb and forefinger. I could see the impact of his touch as Shruti's nipples grew hard and pointed.

Sanatan's other hand was caressing her buttocks while his face was sniffing the fragrance of her hairs and his lips occasionally kissed and licked her earlobes, cheeks and her sharp chin. Soon he turned Shruti's back towards me and as if intentionally, pushed his hand inside her panty and started groping her well shaped bums. Shruti and Sanatan were then lying face to face and I heard Sanatan asking her something. Perhaps Shruti did not agree and I heard him say, "Let me handover you to the servants for a lesson."

Shruti immediately corrected her mistake of defiance and embracing Bade Thakur by the neck planted a lip to lip kiss. Shruti and Bade Thakur got lip-locked and were sucking each other's lips like a passionate pair of lovers. As they were busy in kissing, I could see Bade Thakur slowly puling down Shruti's panty exposing her smooth big bums.

When Shruti realised that she was being completely exposed, she instinctively tried to resist and pulled her panty upwards. Bade Thakur turned her on her back and started kissing and sucking her nipples. Then he said to Shruti, "On a bridal night a woman has to show her most secret treasure. Don't forget we are celebrating bridal night here. On your first bridal night you had exposed your pussy to your husband and lost your virginity. In your second bridal night too you will show your pussy to me and surrender your chastity."

I saw Bade Thakur holding her hands tightly and his heavy leg propped on her thighs. And then he whispered to her that was audible to everyone in the room, "Don't be ashamed, I am going to bare your beautiful cunt."

Saying this Bade Thakur pulled away her panty exposing her clean shaved pussy and said to his servants, "Show her how do you feel to see this hot spot."

His three servants immediately brought out their big and hard tools displaying them shamelessly to Shruti. Meanwhile, Bade Thakur was touching and caressing Shruti's labia lips and he said to me, "She is already moist at the prospect of this extraordinary bridal night in front of her husband."

 

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I lowered my gaze as I saw him trying to put his finger inside her pussy hole. It was very insulting for any husband to watch another man playing with the love spot of his wife and I too blushed. As Bade Thakur caressed her labia lips, he slowly inserted his finger in her love tunnel. At first, his thumb and then his index finger went inside and he located her clit and pressed it hard between his thumb and index finger. Shruti let out a screaming moan as he teased her clit; she threw her legs like a possessed woman and I realised that my wife was getting aroused against her will. She started moving her palms on the hairy chest of Bade Thakur as if she was caressing him.

Bade Thakur let her hands play on his hairy chest as he freely rubbed her bare back, her bums and boobs and after sometimes, his face came near her abdomen and his lips descended on her pussy as he planted a kiss and started sucking her labia lips alternately. Shruti was being put on fire. She started moaning uncontrollably and only two types of sounds that could be heard were "thwack, thwack" as Bade Thakur's mouth worked rapidly on her pussy and the other was endless moans of my wife "uumma, uuummaa, uuuumaaa".

As Bade Thakur's face was busy in manipulating my wife's tender and sensitive pussy, his hands were busy kneading her flesh mounds to his heart's content. Shruti was repeatedly raising her pelvis upward so that her pussy could meet Bade Thakur's mouth and enjoy what he was doing to her. Her hands were clenching the bedsheet desperately while she started moaning loudly without any shame or reservation. From her gestures I knew that Bade Thakur was leading her towards an orgasm through oral caress.

My guess was right. Soon Shruti's moans grew prolonged and louder, her hands were pushing away Bade Thakur's face from her pussy as she erupted in most violent orgasm and her love juice along with Bade Thakur's saliva were flowing down her thighs. After the terrible orgasm, my wife rested on her back; she was exhausted and did not bother either to put her parted legs together nor to clean the mess that her own cum and Bade Thakur's saliva had created between her legs.

Bade Thakur had taken away his mouth from her cunt but kept rubbing her asses, her tits and playing with her nipples. He was also kissing her lips intermittently and sucking them. As if to humiliate me, he turned her on the bed so that her pussy comes directly in my view and then he folded her legs exposing her wet pussy that was smeared in his saliva and her own come and said to me, "Your wife has a real hot cunt."

At the view of her parted labia lips and her juicy love tunnel with her clit slightly peeping out, I started to get a hard on assuming the extent to which she was aroused and pleasured by Bade Thakur. Bade Thakur let her rest for about ten minutes and then said to her that was heard by everyone in the room, "Now, it is time for you to get introduced to the boss. Remember, a bride is as much curious to see the tool that is going to be deep inside as the groom is to see the lovely hole. So now you will explore me and strip your boss of the night."

Shruti brought her hands near Bade Thakur's trousers and tried to locate its string. Bade Thakur told her that for her convenience he had already loosened the string and she could just pull it. Apparently with some hesitation, Shruti started pulling down his trousers in trembling hands. Bade Thakur was then just in his loincloth and my wife was asked to remove the loincloth too.

Shruti had some difficulty in undoing the loincloth as she was not accustomed to such thing. But once she untied it from his body altogether, she let out a mild scream of shock. When I looked to find out, I understood the reason. It was the massive size of Bade Thakur's cock. In length, it was equal to that of Munna, if not more, by half an inch. But it was the diameter, which resembled the girth of the wrist of two years old baby. From the "O" that Shruti's lips formed, I could guess the extent to which she was surprised at the massive size of the monster. She couldn't take away her eyes from what she saw after removing the loincloth. It was standing upright and throbbing in excitement as if threatening to tear apart Shruti's pussy. Bade Thakur lovingly took Shruti's hands and placed them on his throbbing dick. Bade Thakur had trimmed hairs around his cock while his balls were clean shaved. I saw my wife's hands feeling the hotness of his cock and the smoothness of his balls.

What Bade Thakur did next was unbelievable. Shruti was lying on her back completely nude, Bade Thakur, who was nude too, got on top of her so that his hard shaft was touching her navel. He hugged her tightly and commanded, "Look at my eyes and don't blink. I will hypnotize you and you will do whatever you are asked to do."

Saying these words he lowered his face on her, kissing her lips while he stared at her eyes. Although he was sucking her lips, he kept staring at her eyes. I thought that he was joking when he spoke about hypnotising her. His sucking Shruti's lips continued for ten to twelve minutes during which neither of them blinked and after that I noticed Shruti's eyes became dreamy as if she was in a trance. Bade Thakur disengaged from the kiss and came down from her top. Bade Thakur said to me, "You will now watch her doing incredible things."

He then said to Shruti, "Are not you my sexy bitch?"

"Yes," she replied unhesitatingly.

"Good," said Bade Thakur, "Be on your fours, I will take you to a tour."

To my shock, Shruti got on her hands and legs posing like a bitch. Bade Thakur garlanded her neck with a belt and held the chain in his hands. He then commanded her to jump from the bed to the floor like a bitch and Shruti performed as ordered. Holding the chain he took her to move around in the bedroom and my wife was walking on her four. Her big tits were hanging below while her asshole was clearly visible. Bade Thakur brought her near me in this position and said to me, "Do you like my bitch?"

As I did not say anything, he thundered, "Say something."

"Yes, Bade Thakur," I replied.

His servants laughed at my humiliation. Thakur enjoyed and said, "Before becoming my bride, I am teaching your sexy wife to be my bitch first and to carry out my orders."

The servants laughed again. Thakur had meanwhile moved from me towards his servants and Shruti was following him on her four exactly like a pet. As they stood beside them, Thakur said to Shruti, "You bitch, you are my slut. You will now provide oral service to my servants. Start sucking their cocks one by one. But if you bite, I will kill you."

His servants could not believe their lucks. Each of them already had their cocks hard and exposed. What I was watching was most disgraceful. My wife, on her four like a bitch, was sucking the dicks of servants. Often Thakur would command her to suck fast, then slow. At her service, each of the three servants discharged their load inside her mouth. Her face was smeared with their sticky thick semen. From her mouth drooled her saliva and semen mixed together.

Once three of them ejaculated in her mouth, Thakur again brought Shruti near me and I was made to wipe her face clean. I always thought that hypnotism was just an imagination. But the way my wife obeyed Thakur's dirty commands obediently changed my belief. Shruti was ordered to bring my tool out and jerk off me. As she was stroking my dick, Bade Thakur was rubbing her boobs.

Thakur then removed the belt from Shruti's neck and declared that he would now make Shruti his bride for the night. Standing in front of me, Thakur ordered one of his servants to bring something. He immediately brought two Five Star chocolates and Shruti was asked to smear his dick with the same. Shruti did what she was asked to do without any objection. Once his dick was fully covered in chocolate he asked Shruti to lick and suck him. My wife was still in a hypnotized state, and without any hesitation or shame, started to take Thakur's dick in her mouth. She had discomfort in taking such a monstrous cock in her mouth and started licking the entire length of his cock including the balls. She continued to suck and lick till the last mark of chocolate was seen on his cock. Thakur seemed very happy at her service and both of them retired to the bed. Once on bed, Thakur lay on his back while his cock stood perpendicularly. He said to Shruti, "Now you will ride on my tool and become my bride. Do you understand?"

 

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Shruti nodded and carefully positioned her pussy hole on his dick. My wife was enough lubricated so that by holding Thakur's cock she could slide more than half of it in her love tunnel. But Thakur's tool was too big and before it was completely inside Shruti's tunnel, she had to wait to avoid pain. But Thakur from below gave a brutal thrust upwards and as his tool made its full entry into her pussy, Shruti screamed in pain as the meat baton invaded her tight pussy and she collapsed on his chest. Her state of trance was shattered, she came out of her hypnotic state. Looking around she knew what she was made to do so far. Suddenly she was dying in shame.

But Bade Thakur was not to let her go that easily till he had abused us in every possible way. So he ordered Shruti to ride on his dick immediately. Shruti started riding. Thakur had so positioned themselves on the bed that while riding Shruti directly faced me. I could see Thakur slapping her bums if she would slow down her riding speed.

As Shruti rode on his dick, whenever she would go for deeper inward thrust, Thakur would pull her roughly by kneading her boobs and then suck her melons or hold her hair and pull her face near his to kiss her lips. This continued for about twenty minutes, after which I could sense Shruti getting aroused again. Her breaths became shallow, nipples erect and pointed, and her movements were full of lust. She let out some screams of ecstasy now and then.

Bade Thakur gestured her to change the position and soon they were in missionary position with my wife at the bottom and Thakur on top. He was battering the muscles of her vagina brutally while his hands were roughly massaging her tits and the two were sucking each other's lips most passionately. The shame and reluctance that I had noticed in my wife few minutes ago were no longer there. She was enjoying Thakur's brutal thrusts in her tender pussy like a sex-starved whore and was moaning loudly and shamelessly. Shruti was a willing and active participant in the game of lust. My presence as well as those of three servants made no difference to her. She was engrossed in her lustful celebration with an old man, who was of her father's age. However, I was not angry at her lascivious behaviour. I enjoyed to see her in her sexiest mood being pleasured by another man. I never knew that Shruti could be really sexy like a slut.

On the bed, there was almost an earthquake with both Thakur and Shruti trying to get and give more sensual pleasures. He bent his head and started to lick her boobs very slowly. He was pumping her and she was on the verge of another orgasm. Her legs were wrapped around his hips and her arms were around his neck, She was meeting his thrust with full vigor and was whispering endearments that always made me horny. The fact that she was in this state with another man didn't bother my cuckold self. Their coupling was spell binding. It was clear that they were making love to each other,

Shruti might have been forced into the situation but right at that moment she was enjoying it to the maximum. It was winter but both Thakur and Shruti were sweating profusely and their wet bodies made "chap chap" sounds in the room.

As I watched I saw Shruti digging her nails at Thakur's back, which was a sure sign of her ensuing climax. Often during our mating too my back got scratch marks of her nails. I had seen Shruti previously enjoying sex with Munna and his friends but her active participation with Bade Thakur surpassed all previous records. It was clear from her gestures and body movements that she was enjoying getting fucked by this old villain as never before.

Bade Thakur kept pumping her making her scream and moan very often. With each scream Shruti enjoyed a climax. But Thakur's retaining power at that age was awesome. He didn't ejaculate and went on battering the craving pussy of my sexy wife for what seemed to be indefinite period. Perhaps he had ploughed her for nearly an hour, and so far I could guess, Shruti had multiple climaxes in between.

At one stage she was unable to bear any more and hugging Bade Thakur tightly, she whispered something to him. Thakur smiled and asked her, "Are you enjoying?"

"Yes, very much," replied Shruti.

"Shall we stop now?" asked Thakur.

"Oh, no," replied Shruti, "Keep pounding me, don't stop please."

Their violent love making continued for some more time after which Shruti was literally begging to Bade Thakur. But he wanted her to declare openly what she wanted. It was an extremely unbearable point of physical and psychological arousal for Shruti and she shamelessly declared, "Please come inside me. Make me your bride."

Most probably, Thakur was waiting for that moment and with renewed vigour his big dick started plumbing her pussy most passionately and soon he ejaculated his load inside my wife's hot pussy as both faced an orgasm, embraced each other tightly and lip-locked in a kiss. They remained in each other's embrace for next ten to fifteen minutes caressing the privates of each other without any shame or reservation.

 

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I thought it was all over and was about time to return home. But I heard Bade Thakur asking her, "Will you stay back the rest of the night? I am yet to give you more pleasure."

To my amazement, Shruti agreed to stay and quite desperately asked me to stay back too. When Bade Thakur asked her the extent to which she had enjoyed with him, my wife openly told that she had never enjoyed such mesmerizing and satisfactory sex in life. They talked something between them which I did not clearly understand except that Bade Thakur was convincing and assuring her about something. It seemed that Shruti was convinced by Thakur.

Thakur instructed a servant about something. In the meantime, Shruti and Thakur started caressing each other again and they started with a kiss and their tongue were playing mutually inside their mouths. Thakur raised Shruti's arms above her head and was sniffing and licking her armpits while Shruti giggled. Suddenly, Shruti was on her knees and hands while Thakur started caressing her hanging tits. Shruti's bums were lifted upwards and Thakur was caressing her ass cheeks with his tongue. To my surprise, Thakur's tongue started tasting Shruti's asshole.

His servant returned in the meantime with a packet of condom and KY jelly. Thakur was already hard again and put on a condom, and shamelessly Shruti started sucking his dick covered inside a condom. At Thakur's instruction she turned towards me to show how she was pleasuring his monstrous cock. When I saw the KY Jelly I anticipated what might be the next action as Thakur applied the jelly in her asshole sufficiently.

Shruti turned her asshole towards me and as anticipated, Bade Thakur said to me, "Your wife wanted to offer her virgin asshole as her gesture of gratefulness to have given her hitherto unknown sensation of pleasure in her pussy. Hope you will enjoy to watch this too."

Without wasting much time Thakur started his effort to sodomize Shruti. But compared to the massive size of his cock, Shruti's rectal hole was too tight and it took more than an hour for the tip of his dick to made the first entry. But what surprised me was Shruti's co-operation in helping him to invade her asshole. Slowly, Thakur started invading her asshole as she was screaming in pain. But Thakur kept on assuring her that there was no pleasure without pain while he kept thrusting hard.

Suddenly, Shruti screamed like a wounded deer and fell on the bed. I saw Thakur's massive dick completely inserted in her asshole. Naked Thakur was on Shruti's back and his hands were kneading her boobs below. Thakur started pumping her asshole till Shruti's pain subsided and she could bear his to and fro thrusts. Her asshole was too tight and he ejaculated in about fifteen minutes.

Since that night, Shruti started serving Bade Thakur almost regularly while occasionally she had to serve Munna. Shruti became Bade Thakur's slut in true sense since then.

Now a days when she goes to Thakur haveli, I usually stay at home looking after our son. My conservative wife is no more ashamed or afraid of going to the Thakur haveli be it to serve the grandpa or his grandson and his friends. However, both Shruti and me know that it is Bade Thakur who is her real master on bed.

THE-END

 

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Hi All,

Planning a new story with multiple actresses. Help with choosing the actress for below characters.

Man of the House

MILF 1 & 2 are sisters.

Milf1: Age 35+

Milf1 Elder Daughter(Lesbian)(20):

Milf1 Younger Daughter(18):

Lesbian Friend(20):

Milf2 (Professor):

Milf2 Elder Daughter(19):

Milf2 Younger Daughter(18):

Student(20):

Student mother:

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Student &Student mother

Option A

Manju Warrier & Saniya Iyappan

Option B

Kavya Madhavan & Shivani Narayanan

Option C

Nithya Menen & Gabriella Charlton

 

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Hi All,

Planning a new story with multiple actresses. Help with choosing the actress for below characters.

Man of the House

MILF 1 & 2 are sisters.

Milf1: Age 35+

Milf1 Elder Daughter(Lesbian)(20):

Milf1 Younger Daughter(18):

Lesbian Friend(20):

Milf2 (Professor):

Milf2 Elder Daughter(19):

Milf2 Younger Daughter(18):

Student(20):

Student mother:

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MILF Sisters Combination:

Option 1 Anushka Shetty & Nayanthara

Option 2 Shriya Saran & Trisha

Option 3 Sneha & Kajal

 

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Mansion House Final Part - 1

"It's okay, Tarun." Sneha tried to soothe her son. "I know that you weren't able to give Shriya everything she needed. Let me teach you how to treat a girlfriend." She pressed her swollen belly into him and ran her hand down his shirt.

"She said that?" Tarun looked at his pretty mom, still wearing her suit from work. His eyes were round, and his muscles tense. Had she gone crazy?

"Students confide in their principal, sweetie." Sneha slipped her hand under the waist of his pants and found his penis. It was already hard. She grasped it and squeezed. Not long ago she would have thought her eighteen-year-old son had a good-sized member. Of course, she knew better now. "There now, doesn't that feel good? The girls will line up for dates after I show you a few tricks."

"You sound like you're click-baiting me, Mom." Taarun sighed. It did feel good, despite the weirdness of the situation. "What ... um ... are you ... going to show me?" His brain lost focus as his blood rushed to that other head.

"What do you think you need to learn?" Sneha was now jacking him inside his pants. It was awkward with his pants still buttoned, but he was small enough to make it doable. There would have been no room for such a maneuver with Krishan. Sneha shivered as she thought of her boyfriend's terrible and glorious cock.

"I thought I was ... pretty good already." Tarun felt like falling back on the bed, but he didn't want to disengage her hand. He couldn't believe his mom was doing this. Such strange things were happening. First, all the oddities he'd witnessed at Shriya House. Now this. Tarun didn't know if he was lucky or cursed.

"Shh." Sneha put her free hand to his lips, running her index finger along his lower lip. "Most young men have a lot to learn. You're not alone." Sneha thought about Krishan, the exception to this particular rule. He mated like a wild animal. She pulled her hand out of Tarun's pants and unbuttoned him. She dropped the pants and helped him step out of his tighty-whities. His penis flopped out. He didn't have the girth, length, or veiny definition of Krishan. Oh well, it would have to do. "We'll work on foreplay later. I can see you're ready. First, I'll teach you to hump like a man." Sneha pulled off her skirt, tights, and panties. She was a bit ungainly with her pregnancy to work around, but she didn't think he'd care if she undressed in a sexy way or not. She looked at his young face and could see the shock written there, with his wide eyes fixed on the triangle of hair between her legs.

"What ... what about Dad?" Ted(Tarun) thought he should pinch himself. This was really happening. He had thought his mom had gone insane when she'd first approached him a few days ago. Now ... Well, now he still thought she was insane, but the insanity was catching. He couldn't believe he was looking at his mom's pussy. His strait-laced, church-going, career-driven mom was about to show him how to fuck.

"He's working late." Sneha unbuttoned her blouse and set it on Ted's desk. She then reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

"No ... I mean ... we'd be cheating on him." Ted held his breath as her bra dropped away. Her breasts hung beautifully on her chest, they were so full. He stared at her large, dark areolas and fat nipples. Amazing to think that he had sucked on those once.

"I'm not going to lie. Your father wouldn't like this one bit." She pushed him lightly on the chest and Ted fell back on the bed. He looked so silly with his little dick sticking straight up and his socks and t-shirt still on. Sneha smiled. "But he does want you to have more confidence with girls. I was just talking to him about it last night. So, this is also for him, in a way." Sneha straddled her son and took hold of his penis. "He'll be happy with the result of this education. Let's focus on that."

"I guess." Ted would believe whatever he had to so long as it ended with his dick in her pussy. "Are we really ...? I mean ... uuuuugggggggg." Ted felt the warm, wet embrace of his mother's pussy as he slipped right in. He was immediately all the way inside. She wiggled her hips and smiled down at him. That same smile she'd had when he first learned to ride a bike, when he scored his first goal in hockey, and when he'd come back home from his first date.

"Not too quickly, Tarun." Sneha couldn't help but let out a small laugh as her big boy trembled and looked up at her like a deer in the headlights. It was clear he was about to have his first orgasm inside his mother. Sneha rolled her hips in little circles, just as she'd practiced on Krishan for months. She didn't feel much in her vagina with Ted, but that was okay. His joy made up for it. She felt a fool for not treating her son to this long before. Why had she needed coaxing from the twins to do this? Shouldn't any mother want to see the happiness that now spread over Ted's face?

"Mmoooooommmmmm ... aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh." Ted let go inside her. When he returned from his ecstasy, his mom still sat on top of him, looking down at him like a proud momma bear.

"First thing's first. We need to work on your control." Her hips no longer moved. She had her hands on his t-shirt, her boobs hanging forward, dangling in space. "No girl will be happy if you pop off the second you get inside."

"Sorry, Mom." Ted flexed his penis. He was still hard.

"Don't be sorry, sweetie. That's why we're doing this. You need practice." Sneha took some careful bounces on his young cock. She didn't want to dislodge him. He was so much shorter than she was used to. "Anyway, you're young. You can go again. Right, mister?"

"Um ... yeah." Ted gave his beautiful mother a look of complete adoration.

"Great." She found a nice steady rhythm of small, little bumps with her hips. "Let's get some more practice in before your father gets home. I'll turn you into a regular Fabio."

"Who's ... Fabio."

"Never mind, sweetie. Just focus on holding off your orgasm for a little while." Sneha's belly wobbled, and her breasts danced as she rode her son. She felt more bonded to him than she had in a while. She could tell this was going to be good for both of them.

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"It's so weird ... that I'm so comfortable ... with you ... aaaaaannnndddddd ... Krishan," Anu Emmanuel said in between kisses. By comfortable, Anu Emmanuel meant she was crushing on both of them.