Salwar Kameez to Bikini - Part 3
Hello, Priti here again. We saw in the last part how Rizwan and I were fucking each other like newlyweds. He had transformed me from a pious ordinary Indian housewife to his cock craving whore. Now let us see further. It had been a week since Rizwan’s departure, and I must have worn clothes for hours. I loved to stay naked. As it is said, when you get the thing you always wanted, you keep drooling over it, and the same thing happened to me. As a youngster, I was fascinated with sex and always hoped to have a great sex life. Men would ogle at my boobs back then. But I married a man who couldn’t satisfy me and killed my urges. But now, with the sex with Rizwan, I am getting what I hoped for, and I cannot stop thinking about it. I was becoming a nymphomaniac. All I thought about was Rizwan, his naked body, and the feel of his dick in my pussy and lips on my nipples. Even thinking of it now makes me horny and wet again. I would stay at home naked, watch porn, masturbate, and watch our fuck sessions that Rizwan recorded. The same was the case with Rizwan. I would be up the whole night, according to his time to be on a video call with him and show my naked body. We masturbated to each other doing virtual sex. That Friday, the doorbell rang in the afternoon. I was naked. I just wore my gown and went to open the door. It was the same girl who helped with my makeover. I asked her to come in. As she came, Rizwan made a video call. I went to the room and got naked, but he had other ideas. He asked me to be naked in front of the girl and told me that she would work with me on the physical being. Since that day, it had been two weeks. I went to the gym, and the girl dropped diet food for me daily. I had started losing weight, too and toning up. She worked with me the entire day. Started applying some cream over my boobs and ass and gave me some medications too. My pussy was getting wetter, and my boobs and ass were tight. But I was missing sex with Rizwan. It had been a month since I had a dick inside my pussy. That night Rizwan called as usual, and I was naked. We masturbated with the fuck talks. But this time, I squirted, and I was surprised by it. I was naked, and Viresh called. I quickly wore my gown and picked up his call. He was very excited, and he told me about my visa interview. He told me Rizwan is coming for the last week. He will guide me for the visa interview so I can travel to Cuba. I was very happy. But I excused him as I was desperate to talk to Rizwan, and he told me there was more to it. 20 hours later, I was at the airport again with the girl who took me in her car. She made me wear a tunic with an apple cut at the side, thin material that made it transparent in extreme light. I wore a push-up bra with a G-string inside, which made my cleavage and 40 percent of the boobs prominent. We picked him up at the pick-up point. We did not even get out of the parking lot. My tunic was open from the front. Rizwan was already sucking my boobs. I was stroking his dick. But we both were so involved in making out that we did not even bother her presence. I bent forward and started sucking Rizwan; he was hard in no time. I went over him and inserted his hard prick in my leaking pussy. R: My whore missed me, eh. Me: Yes, you have had to fill me with your cum for the past four weeks. I am going to squeeze the juice out of you now. I bent forward and kissed him and kept riding him like an animal. I did not care about people watching or anything. We were too horny and just had a 15-minute session, and both were released simultaneously. We sat there naked. Both lit a smoke and smoked in the car. R: You did a good job, she looks sexier, and her butts and boobs have tightened. Girl: Thank you, sir. I am glad that you like her. R: Yes, I love her. I am going to make her my whore. Are the other preparations done? Girl: Yes, sir. The ceremony is set up for tomorrow. Me: What ceremony? What are you saying? R: Our ceremony. We are getting married tomorrow. Me: What? (I went and kissed him hard. But then my face dropped.) What about Viresh? R: He knows. Me: What? I was shocked to hear that. R: Yes, your son is more than he meets the eye. I love him. He knows everything about us, about how wonderfully his mother fucks me. He is the one who brought us together. My head was spinning now. We had reached home. I was so lost that I did not even button my tunic. I got down naked from the car in the building. We went home. The girl poured us drinks. I lit up a cigarette. The thought of what Viresh thought of me was running through my head. R: Calm down. Your son was the one who orchestrated it. Remember when he was talking on a video call from the office? That day I saw you on the video call. You were doing something in the almirah, and I saw your big ass. I watched your chat outside the office and fell in love with you. R: I asked Viresh about you, and he spoke too highly about you. Over a few days, I told him I liked you, to which he just passed me on. But then, looking at my persistence, he said you wouldn’t agree. R: We bet on it, so he asked me to stay at your home. I had promised him that I would give up if you don’t fall for me. But instead, we were meant for each other, so we ended up like this. Me: So he knows everything? About the sex too? R: Yes. When I told him how you got excited about the train incident and looked at how you liked being with me, he told me to take it to the next step. He is fine with it. This girl here is appointed by him to change his mother’s life forever. I was in total shock now. R: He is your son, after all, horny as ever. He fucked Rafia and satisfied her. Since then, they fuck each other, and Rafia wants to marry him. So he arranged all this. We will return to Cuba to get married on the island traditionally. But for your visa, you need to be my wife, and your son approves of it. Just then, Viresh called on my phone.