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My Kinky Fantasy To Fuck With Mangalsutra OnI love fucking women of various age groups and various walks of life. I believe sex must be always consensual and enjoyed fully rather than force. So this story was submitted by one of my reader fans who told me the outline. She asked me to construct a story about the real incident that happened to her.So now in her own words. I’m telling you before only this is going to be a long story, maybe in 2 or 3 parts. I advise you to read with patience and enjoy it as it describes the actual things that happened rather than only sex as many stories have.Hello, I’m Laxmi Goyal a 26-year-old housewife married to Bharath 3 years back. Ours was an arranged marriage and I was bought up in a very conservative atmosphere thanks to my parents. But my life changed completely after marriage. I’ll tell you how.On the marriage night, I was a virgin which is nothing surprising. So it was decided after marriage to go on honeymoon to Goa a popular tourist destination. This is where things changed.We booked a plush resort there. The first day was a decent fuck at night with my saree on. My hubby loves to fuck me with saree on as he feels it makes an Indian woman complete to look. But his kinky side was exposed when he told me to wear a bikini the very next day.I straight away refused as I had never even seen one in real, forget about wearing. He persuaded me telling to look around and see so many people wearing them. I reluctantly agreed but wrapped a shawl around it. I stayed as close to my husband as possible.I forgot to tell you about my body. It’s milky white, quite busty with flesh at proper places, boobs to die for. A flat flawless belly with a deep navel at the center. My hubby told me on our marriage night that I must be every man’s dream to fuck as are other girls from my community.So the shawl was doing little help to my body. I found single men (even some husbands) on the beaches ogling at me from far and near. My face itself was enough to leak precums making me blush red and bury my face into my husband’s arms.But I noticed Bharath for the first time enjoying the men stare at me. I was shocked rather surprised. I asked him that night about it. He told me that.“Dear Laxmi, sex is a different emotion from love. See I love you no doubt but sex is a totally different sensation. Its motive is pure pleasure. Everyone has their kinkiest fantasy buried in their minds which never comes out. unfortunately especially in India.”I listened to him like a school c***d. So the next day he persuaded me to remove that shawl around me and not to worry whatever happens. He won’t feel bad or anything. So there were more eyes on me that day than the previous. I noticed a few young boys and foreigners.They were touching and adjusting their cocks by looking at my perfect white magnanimous boobs jutting out of the small size bikini. My jelly ass was pumping out every time I walked crushing against each other. I don’t know why I felt something strange that day. It was neither guilt nor happiness.So our honeymoon was quite a memorable one as we explored every position and every type of sex. After that, for about a year our sex life was on fire with sex happening almost every day. We both didn’t want a k** soon as we were enjoying it.My hubby was very bold and gradually he started showing me porn videos (after much refusing). And soon we enjoyed watching them together and fucking. He also slowly got me into his ‘other’ ways of sex which I had neither heard nor knew ever before.So slowly I was coming out of my cocoon of my conservative upbringing of my parents. Also, the general intolerant and hate towards many people based on their culture or sarıyer escort anything. My hubby and I even started drinking and smoking. Soon I was completely out of my restricted upbringing.My husband shared most of his fantasies. But till then both of us explored only each other and nothing else. It was 3 years into marriage now when this happened. We had tried almost everything within us.One day we were discussing my fantasies. My husband asked if I had any kinky fantasy of fucking someone outside. Especially those of taboo or forbidden types. I didn’t think anything like that so denied. But one day while we were a bit drunk and free I admitted that I had a fantasy to fuck a Muslim man.On being asked why I didn’t have any specific reasoning. But now I feel that’s maybe because of being taught to stay away from ‘those people’ from c***dhood. It’s a natural phenomenon that what we are forbidden often lies deep in our fantasy.Not that everyone expresses it out. But given situation like mine with such an open-minded and kinky hubby, I blurted out my wish. I later regretted telling it to him as he may get angry. But he proved me wrong. He told me he knows everything about human psychology and thinking.After days of discussion and planning, we finally decided to go for it. We needed a very very trustworthy guy. And finally, we zeroed on my husband’s college friend Imran. He told me he was a very close friend of his and a very good character. He was 100% sure he’d never cause any problem.So I left the job of convincing Imran to my husband. He told me after a week that he had agreed. So we decided the place should be our own home as it’s the safest. So I don’t know why but I was very excited as the day was approaching as my sex sessions with hubby started increasing in passion and intensity.I was getting exciting day by day thinking what will he think about me? Will he fulfill all my hidden desires? Will he too be having similar kinky desires to fuck a Hindu housewife? All this made me masturbate 3-4 times every day apart from my regular sex with hubby.So finally the day arrived. I was making all efforts to look as traditional and sexy as possible. I wore a red grand saree and a matching black glittery blouse. I wore all my traditional ornaments worn by a woman on her suhagraat. I was wearing a mang tika(a jewelry piece) on my forehead.And red bangles(Kangan) were making a clank every time I moved hands. I also wore dark red lipstick and makeup. After almost 2 hours of dressing when I came out, my hubby was almost stunned. He was looking at me with a wide mouth.“Dear Laxmi, I swear you are looking sexier than our first night. Any man would pay a million to spend a night with you like this. I’d fuck you right now if given a chance. But today is the day to fulfill your fantasy. Imran must be here at any moment. Don’t hesitate to fulfill all your desires today without any guilt. I love you always and I love your fantasies too.”Again thinking about the future actions I was excited as well as apprehensive. Soon the doorbell rang. I was told to go to the bedroom. My husband was speaking to him about me. Probably he was saying to fuck me like never before. I was counting the seconds.Soon I saw Imran for the first time though we had only spoken over the phone before. He looked quite charming. At 6 feet height, a wide chest and a trimmed length beard added to his personality. Nobody would believe he was only 24 years and unmarried.He was watching me from head to toe unable to digest the beauty of my body which would soon be under him. I was looking such that sexy any man would feel so. My esenyurt escort 36D breasts were trying to jut out of the blouse. I was biting my lips anticipating further actions.He came and sat beside me. I was looking down. He lifted my chin up and slowly brought his mouth close to me and planted a light kiss. Gosh, he was hot. He continued caressing my lips with his and then slowly brought out his tongue and pushed inside my mouth. We were kissing just like Hollywood kisses.I was amazed at the sync we were making. It looked perfect. I’m sure my hubby was enjoying watching us. (We had planned to record it secretly) Now he held my face and was kissing wildly while his beard tickled me in the neck. We now broke the kiss with a string of saliva running between our mouths.Soon he unhooked my saree pallu and my valley was exposed. I had worn all the ornaments and hence he had to remove one by one. He planted a kiss(rather a bite) on my upper cleavage each time he removed an ornament. Soon I was bare-chested except for my mangalsutra. He went to remove it.I stopped him saying its one of my fantasies to fuck with that on. He smiled and now started undr****g my saree completely. He smelled my body aroma in it before tossing it away. Now I was in only a blouse and a petticoat. He was watching me with all the lust in his eyes.He now went to unhook my blouse which I helped him. I was wearing a red lacy bra underneath giving a clear picture of my dark pinkish nipples. Yes! Even after marriage, I had them like a young girl which my husband told is unique.He now quickly went on to them sucking them over the bra and licking near the nipple area. I was moaning in pleasure. Soon he went behind and unhooked my bra and Lo! My 36D buxom boobs were in front of him. He wasted no time in taking one in the mouth and another in the hand playing alternatively.He was treating them as a possessed treasure. He told among all the girls he fucked mine were the biggest yet so firm a rare combination thanks to my family. Soon he was biting me over them mainly on the nipple bud which was already erect by now almost half-inch elevated.I couldn’t control the biting and twisting of my nipples. I started moaning, “Imran. Suck them. Very good.” After some time he now proceeded to my petticoat and opened its nada. I was in matching netted panty. I had clean shaved my pussy a day before.He now lifted my legs and slid down my panty too. I was already leaking juices there and a strong smell of my juices was all over the room. Now he started removing his pajamas and I was watching at the surprise I wanted. Soon his cock was out.It was almost 8 inches and circumcised with purple glans. Though I had watched a Muslim dick in porn but never in reality. I took it in my hands and started making it harder. My bangles were making a clanking sound with my movement. He was enjoying with closed eyes.I spat some saliva and further continued my handjob. Soon he was erect fully and his cock with the glistening tip was looking like a giant lollypop with a strawberry on top. I wanted to badly taste it. Without warning, I just took it inside my mouth as he let a gasp.I was blowing like a slut. I’m sure nobody had done so perfectly to him. He was enjoying with moans, ” Ahhhh, my dear Laxmi! Wow. Your mouth is feeling like heaven.” I now deep throated him and his cock was almost choking me up to my pharynx.He now held my head and started pumping like fucking my mouth. His dick started throbbing like a balloon. I knew he’ll cum soon but I wanted to taste and hence started blowing vigorously. He now held my open hair and spurted jets of cum inside my mouth which I had avrupa yakası escort to swallow.He was looking at my mouth and his dick smeared with red lipstick and smiled. He told it was the best blowjob he ever got. Now he told it was his turn. He opened up my thighs and parted my pussy lips. It was already letting juices. He finger fucked for a while and soon was between my legs.He kept them aside and brought out his warm tongue. The moment it touched my clit I shook. He started licking its walls and each time he bit or sucked the clit I’d lift my hips. I now started feeling heaven. I held his head onto my pussy tightly crushing my clit against his mouth.Soon I had a huge orgasm. I moaned as my body shivered. He licked all my leaked juices. Now we came in 69 position as I was again blowing his monster while he continued licking me. I knew I’ll be having another orgasm. But wanted it with the actual pleasure.I told him to fuck me now as I couldn’t hold longer. He agreed and laid me on my back while he came in between my legs and put them over his shoulders. I was waiting for my dream to come true. He now started teasing me by rubbing his cock all around my pussy.I couldn’t hold my pleasure and shouted, “Aur mat tadpao!” I held his circumcised cock and guided me in my pussy hole. It was difficult in the beginning as I was not adjusted to the size. So he started slowly. After about 4-5 slow movements his cock was fully inside me.It was a different feeling. Though I had fucked with my husband many times a cock of a taboo and your darkest fantasy can give another level of fun. Soon he held my waist and started moving in and out. My pussy walls were gripped so tight to his cock like they never wanted to let it go.Soon he was fucking me like a mad dog and I was enjoying like a bitch in the heat. “Chodo mujhe. Poori kardo meri tamanna.” He was moving at full speed now as our pelvis bones were hitting each other. I wanted to pull him as deep into depths of pussy.I could so wrap my legs around his waist pulling his cock more on as my payal was making a reverberating sound. In passion, I pulled his head up and started biting near his ears and shoulder leaving red marks. Soon I was close to another orgasm. He increased the speed further.Now it was only ‘thap thap’ sounds heard in the room. I was moaning like a mad a****l at the pleasure he was generating. I couldn’t hold and I shouted “I’m cumming, don’t stop,” and soon came in spasms. My body looked exhausted at the fucking but he was going on. I was amazed at the stamina.He was perfectly making strokes. I knew his wife would be most lucky. Soon he told he’s cumming. I wanted it inside me as I was on pills. I moaned, “Imran give me your cum. My pussy is thirsty. Drench it with that.” He gave a loud cry before cumming gallons of cum inside my hot hole.His semen seemed never-ending and he collapsed on my body with pleasure. We rested for some time before another round. This time with me riding his cock facing him while he enjoyed my valley with the mangalsutra. We also tried doggy style. It impressed him very much as my ass bounced with each stroke.We laid for a while and decided to call it a day. I dressed up again in the red saree. He told this was his best sex ever. He too always wanted to fuck a taboo woman beyond his religion. My husband was waiting with his cock outside. He told me he came thrice watching us.We thanked Imran for fulfilling our fantasy and he promised it’ll always be a secret. According to me every married woman with such lucky husbands should enjoy all her kinky fantasies if any. I enjoyed mine. Sex beyond the usual stereotypes and barriers is always much much fun. Goodbye.So, girls and guys, this was the story given to me by Mrs. Laxmi Goel. I thank her and Bharath on behalf of all. Ladies or boys interested in knowing more about me and my experiences and also want to share theirs are welcome.Please do not ask any details of the couple or any of my readers. I’m not gonna share it. Females who want to share their thoughts

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