Part 1: The Journey to Bangalore

I got into the A/C Volvo bus to Bangalore, looked around, and was disappointed. There were only ten people on the bus, since the bus starts from my town, but not a single unaccompanied young man (or even an old man) was to be seen. I sighed and thought, “Every time you can’t get lucky.”

I moved to the rear of the bus and sat in the window seat in the last row. For boob squeezes, cunt fingerings, and cock masturbations, these seats are ideal; there will be few prying eyes. I still had a ray of hope that a young stud might take the seat next to mine.

I can afford business class air travel or a chauffeur-driven sedan to go to Bangalore. In fact, my husband can’t understand it and has asked me perplexedly many times, “Darling, why do you go by bus when you can take our driver James and travel in comfort and luxury in the Corolla?”

I lied to him. “I love to see fields and beautiful landscapes from the high vantage of a Volvo bus window. Any luxurious car will not have such a view. Anyway, be happy; I am saving your money,” I would tell him, laughing.

He also laughs and leaves the topic. I managed very well to keep my fucking world and faithful housewife worlds separate.

My husband, Raghu, never suspects that countless cocks are fucking his wife’s cunt. A few times, I had scary moments when he wanted to fuck me when I didn’t have time to wash off the cum of others from my cunt, and he would have definitely known by the taste and smell from my cunt (if you allow cum to stay in the cunt, it emits a strange smell).

For him, I am a most faithful, loving wife and a doting mother of his two sons, Rajesh and Rahul; both are studying in college and staying in a hostel in the city.

I would feign a headache and offer to suck him; so far, I have got away with it.

He has a booming medicine distribution business, and I am actively involved in it. Hence, I travel to Bangalore to meet bankers, distributors, clients, and officials when he cannot go. Invariably, I go by bus, seduce young men, get my boobs squeezed, my cunt fingered, and make them mad with lust, then go to a hotel in Bangalore and get fucked to my satisfaction.

Later, I would complete all official business and go to kitty parties in Jaya’s house; she built a high-walled house for this purpose. I am very careful and never get fucked by men connected with the business.

That would be very risky; any one of them can squeak to my hubby. Jaya is a part-owner of a private medical college and gets many young men from the hostel (sometimes virgins also) for our horny group of ten ladies. I get fucked by those young studs for two days and go back home.

Our rules are very strict. We don’t reveal our names; our fuckers give us names of their choice, and my name is invariably Sunny Leone—aptly, as all the men who fucked me told me.

Selected men are transported to Jaya’s house in a transport van converted into an A/C mini-bus with no windows; their mobile phones are deposited with Jaya. After two days of fucking, when they leave, they go back in the same van again. Every time, we have fresh, new cocks. However well a fellow may fuck, he won’t be called again.

All the other ladies in the kitty group are jealous of me. Though the root cause is my fabulous beauty and body of Sunny Leone, it is also my incredible energy in fucking. They would get tired fast after a few minutes of cock riding and want to get fucked in missionary or doggy, and they want long breaks between fucks.

I can go on and on. My secret is I always keep myself fit. In school and college days, it was sports, cycling, and swimming; after marriage, the treadmill, home gym, and yoga; and of course, the biggest exercise is fucking. While ladies of my age have sagging tits and lumps of fat everywhere, I am delectably curved. I am not thin and emaciated like a supermodel; I am quite broad in the hips and shoulders with a flat, washboard stomach, which makes my tits and butt jut out sexily.

I pulled the handle, pushed back my seat, and relaxed. My thoughts went back to the past; I was trying to recollect when I began to become such a horny slut.

Honestly, I couldn’t recollect when my horniness started. Ever since I started sprouting boobs, I always wanted them to get squeezed and mauled.

From the moment I started reading porn, I wanted to get fucked. My mom was very religious, pious, and orthodox. She started getting panicky when I developed amazing curves; I used to ooze so much sex that all men’s jaws used to drop.

If I dropped my pallu and showed cleavage, I knew I could make them discharge liquids—saliva from their mouths and cum from their cocks.

Mom kept an eye on me like a hawk ever since she caught me masturbating. She would always send me in a car, probe my friends, and ask them if I talked to boys. Still, I managed to get my boobs squeezed and mauled.

I would go with Mom to crowded temples; you cannot avoid body contact, and I would take full advantage and rub my tits on backs, giving free access to all hands while keeping an expression on my face as if “disgusted” by the unruly crowd’s behavior for my mom’s benefit.

For religious Hindu ladies, there are many Gods and numerous occasions to visit crowded temples and get mauled.

Dad had to give in to Mom’s nagging, and I was married to Raghu before I even turned eighteen. Mom rightly felt that if marriage was delayed, I would get fucked by so many cocks it would ruin the family’s prestige and my prospects of getting married.

Once I got the license to fuck, I never looked back. I am a great actress; I can look, act, and behave normally even while getting fucked. Once I visited my kitty friend who works in a hotel. She was standing behind the reception desk, which was high enough to reach her elbow level. Her face was flushed as if she had had an orgasm.

When I lifted my heels and peered over the counter, I saw a young man licking her cunt. Then I joined her behind the counter, made that boy lie on the floor, and rode him.

After he filled my cunt with cum, when I stood up, some guests were checking out. My friend says she was so amazed that I talked to the guests normally, even as that boy was licking my juices and his cum from my cunt.

I looked at my watch. There were still thirty minutes to go; I pulled out my laptop, connected the dongle, and connected to the internet.

My mail inbox had an email. It was from the ISS author to whom I sent an appreciation mail. Normally, I don’t, but the story was so erotic that not only did I masturbate, but I kept thinking of the scenes and had many orgasms while fucking.

The story had my favorite topic: a sexy, horny lady like me seduces her hubby’s brother, a gym instructor, and a teenage boy staying with them and his friend. Her hubby is in the U.S.; she is staying with her in-laws.

What was most erotic was that the story is real, not a flight of fantasy of the author. I know because I am an expert. The author, Raj, sent a chat friend request. I accepted. Instantly, he said “Hi”; he was online.

I had nothing better to do until the bus started. I also said “Hi.” We chatted for a while, exchanging our marital status, likes, and dislikes. I felt comfortable with him. Unlike many horny males, whose second line would be “Give me your mobile number” or “When can I fuck you?”, he was decent.

He was probing gently, like a mountaineer treading on snow, to know the pitfalls and danger areas. He was checking what I was comfortable with and what to avoid.

Raj: If you don’t mind my asking, were you a virgin at the time of marriage?

 I: Yes, not by choice. I was 18 when I was married.

Raj: Oh, almost a child marriage. Why were your parents in such a hurry?

I: Hmmm, my mom was worried if they delayed the marriage...

Raj: That you would be fucked by many cocks? Oh, sorry... Hope you are not offended.

I: No probs. If I were so prudish, I would not have read your story nor accepted your friend request. Yes, she was worried about that.

Raj: Was she justified in her concerns?

 I: Of course; she caught me masturbating and getting my boobs squeezed. I was foolish enough to leave porn books under the mattress. She was worried I would get fucked by half the cocks in town.

Raj: One more delicate question: are you faithful? I: (I didn’t reply for a few minutes.) Raj: Again, sorry. Maybe too personal.

 I: Don’t keep saying sorry. It is ok. I love dirty chat. I am a little unfaithful.

Raj: Little? Did you get fucked by 2-inch little cocks? How many cocks have fucked you so far?

I: More than 50. Raj: My God, that is huge. You call that little? I: Well, I am far behind your friends Sudha, Pratyusha, and Mrs. S, who are all centurions.

 Raj: Oh, what do you consider is the sexiest part of your body?

I: How will I know? Men who fucked me should tell me that.

Raj: Ok, what did they tell you? What is the verdict?

I: Hmmm, opinions are divided. One chap told me that my eyes are the sexiest. He says I can throw signals like a traffic light in seconds: “Red”—Don’t come near me, I will kill you; “Amber”—Come hither, play with my tits; “Green”—Come and fuck me now.

 Raj: Hahahaha. Very funny. But I am sure the majority would vote for your tits, followed by your ass.

I: Is it so? Why not my juicy cunt?

Raj: 99% of males are boob lovers. By the time they have fucked your cunt, they must have given full marks to your tits. The cunt will have to struggle with the boobs.

 I: Maybe you are right. Listen, can Mrs. S chat with me?

Raj: Right now, I am chatting with her; I will ask her. But I doubt she will.

I: Why?

Raj: It is a natural phenomenon. She doesn’t like to chat with other women, as I don’t chat with men. You horny ladies are uncomfortable chatting with other horny ladies; they may be more beautiful, having more fun, have bigger tits, have BFs with enormous cocks, etc.

I: OK, just ask her and let me know.

Raj: Wait. Wow. She says ok. I am giving you her mail ID. Send a friend invite. I have to go now. Tell me later what transpired. Bye.

...And he logged out.

Mrs. S’s icon appeared. I said “Hi.” When she replied “Hi,” I didn’t know how to proceed.

I: Your story is just too good.

Mrs. S: Hmm, thanks. Raj has too many fantasies. Once he starts, he doesn't know where or when to stop.

I: Oh, then it is not real?

 Mrs. S: Eighty percent of what he had written actually happened. The remaining 20 is his fantasy.

 I: You are not angry with him for taking so many liberties?

Mrs. S: No, why should I be? It made the story spicier. Moreover, he sent it to me to okay it before publishing.

 I: Your relative, young man, gave you a tough time. I admire you; you didn’t give up until he fucked you.

Mrs. S: Hmmm, Raj was more impatient than I. Daily, he would pester me about how much longer it would take.

 I: You know, I also seduced many men, including virgins. But I could not seduce my neighbor friend’s son, Ravi. I tried a lot and gave up.

 Mrs. S: Did you flash cleavage? Did you drop enough hints?

I: Hints? I showed my boobs. He just looked, gave me the towel, and walked away. My boobs are so fabulous, men ejaculate when I drop my pallu.

Mrs. S: Then maybe he has erection issues.

 I: No. After I came out, he went into the bathroom and masturbated. After he came out, I went in and saw his sperm marks on the bathroom wall.

Mrs. S: OK, did you scoop it with a finger and lick it?

I: Yes. Hmmm, yes, quite tasty.

 Mrs. S: I suggest you chat with Raj; he will make sure Ravi fucks you.

I: Hahaha, I flashed my boobs and he didn’t respond. What can Raj do? He can't spread my cunt lips and push his cock in.

 Mrs. S: Hmmm, I am not sure about that. But you must have done something wrong to scare him off.

I: OK, I will tell Raj. If you don’t mind, do you have any sons?

Mrs. S: No, I have a daughter. And you?

 I: I have 2 sons, both in college and hostel. My elder one is a gentleman. The younger one is horny and naughty like me.

Mrs. S: Ohhh, did you seduce him?

I: Almost. One day, he just came into the bedroom when I was changing; he saw my naked boobs.

Mrs. S: And then?

I: Then nothing. Both of us are feeling guilty. I want desperately to get fucked by him, but I am hesitating since it is a sin. He is also avoiding me; he is not regularly coming home on weekends.

Mrs. S: Ohh, ok.

 I: Tell me honestly, if you had a son, would you have allowed him to fuck you?

 Mrs. S: How old is your son?

I: 20.

Mrs. S: If I had a son, I would have seduced him as soon as he first ejaculated.

 I: So you think I should fuck him?

Mrs. S: Yes, if he also wants to. Ok, have to go now. Bye.

I also bid her bye and closed my laptop as the bus was about to leave. I saw a young man sprinting and waving for the bus to stop. He was panting and gasping for breath as he boarded the bus. I acted in a flash;

I got up, dropped my pallu, bent on the pretext of putting my laptop in my handbag, made sure he saw my cleavage, and then slowly arranged my pallu in slow motion. I gave him my “Amber” (come hither) signal with my eyes and a smile.

Then I sat back and relaxed; my dislodged pallu was exposing one boob profile. On these jaunts, I don’t wear a bra or panties, so my nipples and areola were feasting the eyes through the thin fabric of my blouse. The moth has come to the flame. It has no choice.

He came to my row, gulped, and asked, “Aunty, is this seat taken? Can I sit here?” I almost hugged him. My cunt was pouring wet after the recent chats, desperately crying out for attention. I smiled and patted the seat next to me.

He sat nervously and smiled. The bus picked up speed, and slowly, he shuffled and touched his thigh against mine tentatively. I pressed more firmly and put my hand on the handrest.

I was looking through the window as he slowly placed his warm hand on mine. An electric current passed through my nerves as his hairy forearm tingled mine. Then he pushed his elbow into my tit.

I gently turned and smiled. If I turned suddenly, he would have become scared. I started conversing with him about what and where he was studying. He was studying for an MBA. Until the lights were switched off, he was squeezing my thighs, rubbing on my cunt mound above the saree, and elbowing my tit, and I was gently massaging his hot, hard cock above his pants. Luckily, the last few rows remained unoccupied.

Once the lights were off, I removed my blouse hooks and pulled out my boobs, but covered them with my pallu in case the lights suddenly came on; he lifted the hand rest and mauled and sucked my tits. The whole night, he was fingering my cunt, and I sucked him dry two times.

When the bus finally pulled into the Bangalore bus station at 5 AM, my cunt and his cock were on fire. We checked into a hotel; he fucked me hard until 10 AM. I pushed him out, had a shower, and got ready for my official meetings.

I dressed well, concealing every square inch of my body, switched on my “Red” signal light (“Don’t come near me, I will kill you”), and completed all official business professionally, giving no hint of my horny side.

Then I went to Jaya’s house. It was a dull affair. It seems there were exams around the corner, so all the students had better things to study than wet cunts and shapely boobs. Even many of my kitty friends did not turn up; they were also busy with their kids’ exams. Sangeeta, the lady who works in a star hotel, brought four cocks and we three ladies had to share them.

END OF PART I