Maya & Us

Yeh ek story hai jo mein kafi time se likhna mang raha tha. It’s about my dirty, sweet slut of a wife, Maya, and her appetite for thick, juicy, meaty cocks. This is the second marriage for both of us. How we met was because of her sluttish lifestyle. I had recently divorced and was making the rounds on the ‘Net looking for someone to flirt with. Of course, I found Maya, now 45 years old, there in one of the forums.

We struck up a convo and I found out she was also in Delhi. She was stuck in a somewhat mediocre marriage, had two teenage kids, had a good job, was bored with life, and was looking for some fun. We would talk and text filth to each other a lot, and soon we were on our way to online masturbation sessions. Phone sex is amazing! And with a slut like Maya, I had no complaints.

She made me cum in seconds flat! I’ve never heard such filth from a woman, let alone a married one. But Maya has be to be experienced first hand…she would explain how she will make you hard and suck you and clean you. While enjoying your cock she would look straight into your eyes as you cum, squeezing out and licking and swallowing every squirt of your goo, smelling your balls, and finally lovingly kissing the tip of your lund and sticking her tongue in your piss hole. She is the sweetest woman you will ever have the privilege of coming on, and in.

Ek kutiya ban kar, she will make you a man. Anyway, I soon talked her into asking her husband to get a webcam set up on their computer. Poor guy did as requested, not suspecting why. But me and Maya were in heaven. We started masturbating on camera. The best time for us was in the morning. She would still be in her night dress and come online.

The husband and kids would be asleep upstairs, and we would enjoy ourselves. I’d have my dick out and she would have her hands cupping her tit and between her legs. She would lean against the camera and lift her tit in her hand as though she was feeding it to me. She would stand and lift her petticoat up and show me the sticky, soiled crotch in her panties.

I wanted to smell her crotch so badly, and would text her that. She would giggle like a school girl and push her crotch up to the camera for me. She would softly say, “Khushboo aiee ab? Paas a kar sungho na! Mujhe bhi to tumhara lund sunghna hai. Agar mein apni choot dikhaon to apna mota, ganda sa lund sunghaoge? Mein usko achi tarah saaf karoongi. Ek kutiya hi ek kutte ko thik se saf kar sakti hai.” Her voice is delicate, but her words are filthy.

Staring at the screen and her legs and her dirty juice seeping through her panties, I’d be jacking off and say, “Dikha apni choot kutiya.” She would glance behind her to see if anyone was awake or sneaking up behind her, then she would lower her panties and with both her hands on each side, spread her cunt and gently lift it and feed it to the camera. The entire computer screen would have her cunt on display for me, and I’d increase my pace.

She encouraged me by saying, “Aur mutthi mar. Tera lund is kutiya ki choot mein ek din zaroor hoga. Mera pati to ab tu hai meri jaan. Marta rahe muthi. Mein teri kutiya hoon sirif. Hai…tera lund kitna pyara hai. Teri is moti gandagi ko choosna chaha rahi hoon. Marta rahe. Apna pani nikal de. Jaldi kar saale, mera pati jagne valla hai. Tu meri jaan hai…tu mera kutta hai. Pani pila jaldi.”

The whore would make me cum on camera. I had cum on my lap and she would start to laugh. Her fingers would still be in her cunt and she would say, “Tu to bahut jaldi jhar gaya! Mujhe aur lund ki zarurat hai. Janta hai aur kutton ko? Agli baar unke saath a camera par.”

Variations of this went on for half a year. I brought two of my good friends on camera, and like a randi, Maya made us all cum. She repeated the same script to each of us and made us feel very special. I would watch her with the others and she would totally immerse herself in the “sirif teri kutiya” role with them. This way we satisfied our lust, and each other. She kept fucking her husband at nights, made us cum in the mornings, went to work during the days, and came home to maintain her housewife and mother role in the evenings.

At one point their webcam crapped out so me and the guys decided to pay for another one. But Maya sweetly declined our offer and had her husband upgrade the whole computer! What a slut! I guess she was a good kutiya for the husband as well. The guy was in love with her, and honestly, so am I (now that I am married to the kutiya.)

Me and Maya became very attached. Our cum sessions brought me great joy, and I was happy she liked my friends. Maya finally got fed up of the housewife role with the guy and divorced him, and got a good settlement out of him. (Even though he lost his sweet bitch, they still see each other whenever the kids visit us, and fuck. Maya has invited me to join them to fuck twice so far and it has been a very special moment for the three of us.

She is an incredibly sweet person, and have her be our joint kutiya is the most endearing thing in my relationship. She swallows both our cum equally and lovingly. I love her smell, and she lets me lick and smell her ass and sweaty underarms, and is not afraid of taking both our cocks at once in her holes, and lets us call her every filthy thing under the sun. We once hid from the kids in the toilet to have a session, and she drank our piss.

She looked very sweet, and I took some pics as her ex-husband was shaking off the last few piss drops in her mouth. She has even suggested adding my two friends to the toilet/piss session mix, but her husband doesn’t like my friends. Oh Well. But Maya is all for it, and wants to taste as much cock and cum and piss and sweat as she can. I am the luckiest guy alive!) A year after their divorce, we married, and she has been true to her word: “Mein teri kutiya hoon sirif.” She says this to every cock she meats. (Yeah, I know! It’s spelled ‘meets’. It was Maya’s idea. And when your kutiya suggests something to you in a sweet and tender voice, go with it.)