Insatiable housewife’s kite flying with two neighbours – Part 1
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Submit Report This story is part of the Insatiable housewife’s kite flying with two neighbours series Hello readers, I am back with my new fantasy story. If you haven’t read my previous stories, please do read them and let me know where I should improve. Note: All these stories are just my imagination. The Sankranti – Kite flying festival is very common in Marathi culture. Women make sweets, children enjoy kite flying, and men enjoy drinks. Similarly, in an apartment in Pune with 2 floors and two flats each, there lived two best friends who are also business partners on the 2nd floor. Both Mandar and Mohan are married and have children. They both run a construction company in the city. Mohan is 45 years old with an athletic personality and a moustache. Mandar is 47 years old and a little fat but clean-shaven. They and their family enjoyed kite flying the whole day on the terrace along with their neighbors. In the evening, Anita came to the terrace looking for her children – Tanya (12 years) and Arpit (7 years). She found them busy with other children playing and having fun. Soon she was greeted by Mandar’s and Mohan’s wives. Then they left for their home. Anita got a call and she was roaming on the terrace while talking on the call. There she noticed Mandar and Mohan were enjoying drinks at the back of the terrace below the water tank shed. She was also noticed by them, and they started humming silently about her and her looks. Mandar: Hey man, look! Anita. She looks so gorgeous in sarees. Mohan: Absolutely true… she always dresses properly and always wears such erotic sarees. Mohan: Her long black silky open hair perfectly matches her floral print sarees. Her nude shade lips are… Mandar: Forget about lips, look at her love handles and her sexy curves. They are so alluring. (Feeling a sensation of touching those chubby curves) Mohan: Wish we could get a chance to fuck that beautiful mom. Mandar: Don’t call her mother. You are insulting her beauty. She doesn’t even look like she is married. (Anita works in a private company as a receptionist. She is 42 years old with a chubby personality of size 32-34-38 and belongs to the typical Marathi housewives culture. She is a spicy (jhan-jhanit) Marathian milf. But she has maintained herself very well with a fair wheatish skin, black eyes, long silky black hair, perky boobs with round nipples, chubby ass, and perfect love handles to hold while fucking her in doggy. She stays in a flat on the first floor with her children and husband – Dinesh. She always wears a light shade saree with a sleeveless blouse. Today she has worn a white saree with some colorful flower prints and a matching sleeveless white blouse, which were showing the entry gate to her wheatish booby cleavage valley. She kept her hair open, and a nose pin and her earrings swaying with the wind.) They were enjoying drinks and her erotic views, while she was busy on the phone. No sooner did she hang up the phone, they noticed a sadness on her face. Mohan: Hey, look, she is sad, let’s see what happened. They approached her and greeted her. Both: Happy Sankranti Vahini (sister-in-law). Anita: Happy Sankranti bhauji (brother-in-law in Marathi). Mandar: Vahini, what happened? You are looking upset. Anita: Nothing much bhauji, your brother (her husband) is not coming early today, because he has work in the office. (Dinesh works in the PWD department and is a workaholic and a much career-oriented man.) Mandar: Oh ho… Vahini, don’t be sad, you know how he is…! Come let’s enjoy it with the children. You will feel better. They went to play with the children, and after a few minutes, as dusk started, all children and ladies went back. Mandar and Mohan were still there enjoying drinks and the rosy winter. After half an hour, Anita came up with her children to fly a lamp; they opened it up and adjusted. But she forgot to bring the matchbox, so she went back and asked them (Mandar and Mohan) for the matchbox. Mandar gave her a lighter, and they lit up the lamp and flew it. After 10 minutes of watching, she went to return the lighter. Anita: Thank you, bhauji. Mandar: Welcome, vahini. Anita: You guys are still drinking! Don’t you want to go home? Your wives must be waiting. Mohan: Yeah, just like you are waiting for your beloved husband. Anita (taking a pause): No, I have quit waiting for him; he is always busy at work and has no time for the family. Mohan: Sorry, vahini, I didn’t want to hurt you. Mandar: You idiot, see what you have done. You made our beloved vahini cry. Mohan: Sorry! Sorry, vahini. Anita: No, please, no need for that. And I am not upset with your words. But I know the feelings of a wife, how it feels to wait for your husband while he is busy elsewhere. And I am concerned for your wives. So, finish quickly and go to your wives. Mandar: Don’t worry, vahini, we are just going; just looking for something to eat as our starters have finished. Anita: Oh, don’t you worry, I will bring some fritters for you guys. As you have taken me out of my pain today, so this treat is from my side. I will be back in a few minutes. Both: Wow! Fritters. Lovely! Mandar: Man, look at her swaying ass in the saree; feel like I made her statue and grab those beautiful butts and squeeze them so hard. Mohan: Yes, and I want to squeeze those titties. Have you noticed them; they were so huge and were trying to get out of that cage and get massaged by my hands. Anita went home with her children and started frying fritters. Anita: Tanya, dear, I am going to give these fritters to Mohan and Mandar uncle; meanwhile, you stay at home. I will be back soon, okay? Tanya: Okay, Mom. Anita came up with a plate of fritters. Mohan: Look at her, man; feels like we are sitting in a palace, and an angel in a white floral saree is coming to serve us.
Mandar (with a loud tone): Wowwww! Anita heard that but ignored… Anita: Here are your fritters! Hope you will like it. Mandar: We will love it; they are already looking yummy, just like you. Anita (blushing): Bhauji, you are very naughty. Mohan: He is not at all naughty… his wife always complains of him for being so serious. Mandar: I am not naughty with my wife only. Anita: Then with whom you are naughty, bhauji? Mandar: With other wives. And all started laughing. In this, Mandar took a fritter and kept it in front of Anita’s mouth. Anita: Bhauji, these are for you. Mandar: Please, dear vahini, take one. On insisting, she agreed. Mandar, while feeding her, put his hand at her back, surrounding her waist. She did not notice as they were busy laughing. Suddenly, Mandar’s wife called him. He picked up the phone. While talking over the phone with his wife, he kept his hand likewise and was slowly rubbing Anita’s back and sometimes waist. She was ignoring it, thinking it might be due to alcohol, but she was liking it as he was paying more attention to her smile and her waist rubbing, which makes her feel better than talking to his wife. The phone call ended, and Mandar took one more fritter and fed Anita. She ate it and gave one fritter back to Mandar. He ate the fritter and started sucking her fingers. She noticed it and was liking it. She was busy in his eyes, while he bit her fingers a little. Anita: Ouchhh! Bhauji, what have you done, you bit me. Anita: See those marks! Seeing this, Mohan stood up and went to her and started rubbing her fingers slowly. He started sucking her fingers to ease the pain. Anita (felt weird): Mohan bhauji, now why are you sucking it? Mohan: Just to ease your pain. Anita liked it, to get two hot males’ attention at this age, is not an easy task. Anita: Okay, but you don’t bite it now. Mohan: I never bite beautiful flowers. Anita (quite impressed): So what do you do to such beautiful flowers? Mohan: We kiss them and love them. There was a silence for a few seconds. Mandar: Vahini, looks like you should join our team and let me make a peg for you. Anita: No, no, don’t add me to your drunkards team. Mohan: But then who will bring such yummy fritters for us? Anita: Don’t worry, bhauji, whenever you want, you can order at my kitchen, and delivery is free (wink). Mohan: And what about sucking those magical fingers, who have made those yummy fritters? Anita: Aaah, bhauji, you both are very naughty, you should feel ashamed. You have such beautiful wives, and you are flirting with your neighbor’s wife. Mandar: What is shameful in that? We are just worshipping the real beauty, a real hot goddess. And I know you are enjoying it too. Anita: Ohh hoo… you guys very well know how to impress a woman and flirt naturally. Mohan: So do we think that you are set? Anita: (laughing in a humorous manner) What? Set? Mohan and Mandar also started laughing. Gradually, Mohan approached her and gave her a fritter, and this time Anita ate it with a sneaky smile and eyes full of lust, tucking her hairs back with her fingers and saying yes with those deep lusty eyes. Seeing the green signal, Mohan grabbed her by her waist and invited her to have a peg. Anita: Thank you, but you guys continue. Mohan: Just one sip… For us! Please! Anita agreed reluctantly… Anita: Don’t you guys ask your new team member to sit? Mohan: I am absolutely sorry, miss, here (moving a bit forward and signaling her to have a seat on his left leg) please have a seat. Anita took a seat on his lap, and Mohan gave her a sip from his glass of rum. Mohan: Are you comfortable? Anita: Yes, very comfortable. Mandar: I hope you are enjoying our company. Anita: A lot, actually, my husband should learn from you. Mandar: No worries, we will teach him. And now Mandar gave one more sip to her. Anita: How do you guys drink such bitter drinks? Mohan: Because we know that after it, we will be having a sweet, rosy drink (his eyes stuck on her lips). Anita (understood this): Ummmm, how you guys can know about its sweetness without even tasting it. Mohan moved his head forward and planted a kiss on her lips. Anita: Did you find out that they are juicy in just a fraction of a second kiss? Mohan grabbed her neck, and kissed her lips; the kiss continued for almost a minute. Anita: Ufff bhauji, you have sucked my lips dry. Mohan: So make them wet with my saliva. Anita immediately kissed Mohan and started sucking his lips. Mohan was reciprocating by sucking her tongue. They were so engrossed that they forgot about Mandar. Mandar: Arey vahini, mi pan ahe ithe (Vahini, I am also waiting in the queue). Anita broke the kiss and got up from Mohan’s lap and made Mandar get up and started kissing him passionately. She locked her hands at his back, and they both started exchanging saliva. The kissing sound was so loud that, listening to them, Mohan got a rock-hard erection. Seeing Mandar squeezing Anita’s ass, Mohan stood up and held Anita from behind. Feeling his touches, she put one hand at the neck of Mohan. Now Anita was kissing Mandar for a few seconds and then Mohan. While kissing, Mandar was squeezing her ass, and Mohan was squeezing her big, perky boobs. This continues for 10 minutes. Mandar: Vahini, please take out this saree pallu (saree drape or end part that is tucked on shoulders). Mohan: Yes, we want to see those big, beautiful boobies. Anita lifts the saree pallu and lets it fall on the ground. Then she unhooked her blouse hooks and let it out. Mohan grabs her hair and holds them in his hand while she is removing her bra. As soon as she removed her bra, a cold breeze came and made her round brown nipples more erect and hard. Anita (shivering): Bhauji, you guys asked me to remove them, but now I am feeling cold. Mohan: Don’t worry, vahini, we will make you warm in a minute. Both of them were enjoying her milky, wheatish boobs with light brown areola and brown nipples.
Mandar was squeezing one boob while kissing her, and Mohan was squeezing another boob while squeezing her belly and love handles. Mohan: I always wanted to grab and squeeze those love handles of your vahini; they always attract me and make me fall for your curves. Mandar: Vahini, your curvy body is so tempting to resist and avoid. Your curves very well know how to melt a man and harden the dicks. Anita: Thanks, bhauji, you guys are very subtle and sober; my husband always makes fun of my chubby figure. But you guys very well know how to make a woman fall in love with you and your juicy tongues. Now they turned her, and both of them started licking her nipples. Mohan was sucking the left boob, and Mandar, the right boob. She was enjoying the view, as she had got two lovers to love her chubby body and worship her curves. She was moaning softly, while having her fingers tucked in her silky hair, which was flying with the breezes. After having a taste of juicy nipples as a starter, they jump on the meal now and start sucking her juicy boobs. Anita: Ummmm, yes… bhauji, both of you are sucking them so well. They have missed this manly touch in years. Please keep sucking them. Mandar: Wow, vahini, your boobs are so reflexive; they very well know how to react to a man’s touch, despite being barren for years. Anita: Yes, bhauji, keep sucking them; suck my nipples and make them all red; I want you to hurt them and make me moan like hell in the pain. Mohan: That’s what we can’t do now, as anybody can come; we can’t take a risk to let your moan go to the second floor. This continues for a few more minutes, till their tummies are full with the juicy taste of her nipples. After they stopped, she saw that her nipples were swollen and red with a little pleasurable pain, she was waiting for years. Her sight falls on their pants, Anita: Ummmmmm, looks like two hard cocks are all set to tear those pants and fall out. (Her sight is deeply engraved on their bulges.) She knelt down and removed their pants one by one. Anita: Oh my gosh! These kites are so biggg!! Both: And the big kites are waiting to reach the sky of your pussy and paint all the sky with a creamy load. Mohan’s cock was slim, curvy, but longer (8 inches), while Mandar’s cock was fat (3 inches) but shorter (6+ inches). Anita spit on both the cocks and started rubbing them. Anita: I have never stroked two handsome hard cocks at the same time. This is my first. Mohan: We were also not rubbed before with a beautiful mother like you. Mandar: Spit some more; they liked the taste of your saliva. See how fast your saliva disappears on our cock. Anita: Yeah, because they have more area than those of my husband’s. Anita spit again and started stroking the cocks harder and faster. After stroking for more minutes, Mohan grabbed her hair and held them in his left hand. She was asked to suck their cocks. Anita: But they are huge; yours is longer, and his is fat. I don’t think they will fit in my mouth. Mandar: Open your mouth, Anita: Aaaaa (taking her tongue out and waiting….) Mohan (spit some of his saliva on her tongue): They will fit now. Common, suck them. Anita started sucking Mohan’s cock and slowly she took all the head inside her mouth. Then he mouth-fucked Anita deep down her throat. Anita: Aggggggg, oakkoakkkokakk… ufff. Damn, that was fantastic; I have never taken 7 inches of a cock inside my mouth. As my husband’s dick is only 5 inches. Now Mandar spit on her tongue, and she started sucking. But she could suck only his head as he has a fat cock. While Mohan was holding her hair, Mandar grabbed her by her neck and started mouth-fucking her deeper, and she managed to take 4 inches of that fatty cock. She took a break, Anita: Damn, you are so fat, yet so delicious. Anita started sucking his fat cock again, but could not go more than 4 inches. Now she turned to Mohan again and started sucking his cock. Mohan grabbed her hair tightly and fucked her deep throat faster and deeper. And almost made her suck 8 inches. But she failed. At the same time, she was stroking Mandar’s cock and playing with his balls. After a few more minutes of such alternate cock suckings, Mandar’s fat cock gave up and cummed on her boobs. Anita: Wow, you came so much; you almost covered my both tits with your creamy load. I love it. Mandar: Thanks… Soon, they heard the footsteps of someone approaching the stairs and heard a voice, “MUMMY?” They get to know that it’s her daughter Tanya. Anita was panicked and frightened to death. As Mandar had finished up, he quickly dressed and came towards the gate to attend Tanya. While Mohan was trying to cool down Anita and made her continue her cock sucking. Mandar: What happened, dear? Tanya: Uncle, have you seen my Mom? She said she is coming to you guys to deliver some fritters. (Background: Anita was sucking Mohan’s cock slowly and avoiding any slurpy sounds.) Mandar: Yes, dear, she had come, but after giving us fritters, she went back in a minute. (Background, Mohan: Wow, vahini, you are sucking more erotically and lovingly than you were before. Maybe the threat of getting caught is making you more horny and work more efficiently.) Mandar: Why don’t you go and see at my house? Maybe she is chatting with your aunt. Tanya: Okay, uncle, thank you… Bye. Mandar: Bye, dear. (Background: Mohan: Ummmm, fuck, damn you hit the spot; I am cummminggg. (And Mohan put all the load on her face)) Mandar returned and saw Anita covered with the hot, steamy cum over her face and boobs on this breezy winter evening. Anita: What happened, what did she say? Mandar: She was looking for you; I told her to check at my house. Anita: Thanks, bhauji, so sweet of you. You handled it all. Mandar: My pleasure, Vahini. Mohan: Sweet of you Vahini, you handled all our bulges very well. Anita: That was my pleasure too, and thanks to you two. You guys are an amazing team.
But now I should go! Anita wipes the cum on her body with her saree and dresses herself; she wears the blouse and adjusts her saree. While leaving, she picks her bra and gives it to them as a souvenir. Mandar: This is not fair; we are two, and you are giving only one gift! Anita: Wait a second, She lifts her saree up and removes her white desi panties and gives them to Mandar. Mohan: Wow, thanks for this lovely gift, Vahini. We are eager to receive more such gifts. Anita: Will think over that later… now I have to rush. Bye… She quickly ran home, changed her saree, and got herself adjusted to the situation. *** Thanks for being such a patient reader. This was the erotic, rosy, and creamy Sankranti of Anita’s life. She will remember this adventurous evening. But this is not the end; this is just the first part. In the next part, read how they turn their terrace shed into a sneaky night fuck place and read about their adventurous sneaky affairs. Please let me know how you find this story in the comments or on my email id – [email protected]