Birds of Prey

Hello! This is my last work on erotic literature. For those who want to know if this is real or fantasy: “The Mind creates reality, we can Change reality by changing our minds- Plato.”

Note – If you don’t like the story, please don’t bitch in the comments.

My name is Priya, and I’m one of those whose past has been an obstacle to her future. I’m 36 years old, married to a loving husband, and blessed with two boys who are 6 and 9 years old. The social stigma of women being second-class citizens in a patriarchal society is still a reality in many parts of India.

This is a Story of Love, Lust, and Desire.

Every day, I look at myself in the full-length mirror before the bath. I sigh, holding my slightly saggy 34D breasts. I touch my large, darker nipples and remember how cute, light, and perky they were in my glory days. I look at the stretch marks on my stomach from childbirth and miss my flat belly.

I turn around and look at my now big ass with regret. I often think about how my life got so boring. My Husband Ishaan and I both work in a top IT company. I am in an Operations Leadership role. Ishann’s pay is way better than mine as he is a coder in an AI team of niche engineers.

We could have lived a happy life, but greed got the better of us. The villa we live in is big enough for us. But we kept buying more property and investing. We reached a point where a huge sum of our income went towards EMIs.

I lay in the bathtub with a glass of red wine. I remember when life was not chained with EMIs and KPIs. I remember the wild lesbian adventures with my friends. I remember the times when we caught my brother watching us girls play.

I close my eyes and rub my clit remembering everything I could have been if I had not married Ishaan.

Ishaan is 2 years younger than me. He is good with sex but lacks romance. I don’t know if he is just an asshole or a disinterested soul. But he never notices or compliments me. For instance, last week, I changed my hairstyle, and he didn’t say a word!

I wear those diamond earrings he got me on our anniversary, but he does not notice. I put on makeup and walk past him when he sits in the living room, and he asks what’s for dinner today. Ishaan is well-built. He is smart and handsome. My friends tell me that I’m lucky to have such a trophy man for a husband.

While I felt pride in being his wife, it also hurt me. I developed a sense of inferiority complex subconsciously listening to my friends praise him. Sex with Ishaan had become too predictable. I lay on the right side of the bed and Ishaan on the left.

He would lift my night dress, suck on my left nipple, caress my right boob, slowly pinching the nipple. He would then kiss my ears and whisper that he loved me. Then get on top of me to squeeze both my boobs together and try to get both the nipples in his mouth.

He then kisses me and turns me around after undressing me. He starts kissing from my neck, slowly reaching my ass. He licks the crack and slowly opens my ass. He then sniffs it for some time before licking and inserting his tongue in it. I admit I love the feeling.

I usually push my ass toward his face so I can take his tongue inside. This continues for some time. I get on my fours. This is when he inserts his fingers in my cunt and sucks on my ass. I then lay on my back, and he gets to work on my pussy. Sometimes he would suddenly insert his dick in my cunt.

Then bring his dick near my face, mixed with his precum and my pussy juices. I suck it for a few seconds. He would suddenly pull back, fearing that he would cumm. We then exchange a kiss with both our body fluids in our mouths. Ishaan goes back to work on my pussy until I cum in his mouth. Ishaan then lays back.

I usually pinch his nipples and stroke his cock. We do a 69 position for some time and finally fuck in missionary or doggy style. Well, this is how our weekends are.

This is how most weekdays go. I have to get up early to get the kids ready for school. Prepare their tiffin boxes, make breakfast, and pack our lunch for the office. I know it’s cruel, but most often, once I have my orgasm, I tell Ishaan that we can fuck in the morning. And I don’t keep my promise.

The daily chores suck the life out of me. Some days, when Ishaan is horny, he will wrap his hand around me when I’m sleeping. He slowly starts to dry hump me or massage my boobs. He then whispers and asks if I’m sleeping. I give him a tired look and smile. He then understands and withdraws.

Don’t get me wrong, I love sex. It’s just that Sex with Ishaan is so predictable that I can’t always enjoy it. Sucking his dick seems like a drag. Being his wife for over a decade, I can read his body language and tell when he is craving a blowjob. But I pretend not to read the mood.

I don’t know about other men, but Ishaan is a very prideful man. When I offer him a handjob or a blowjob with a disinterested tone, no matter how horny he is, he would immediately refuse. He would say, “I haven’t fallen to a level where I need a pity fuck or pity handjob.”

I would then make a fake smile and insist that it’s not pity. We argue. He turns around, opens Pornhub to spite me and probably masturbates. I sleep, relieved of the duty called martial sex.

It was a Friday evening and time for our routine, predictable sex. But that night, Ishaan was not interested. He kept saying he was tired and not in a mood. I asked Ishaan to suck my tit at least and rub my clit. Unlike men, we women don’t allow stupid things like pride to come between our orgasms.

Ishaan was rubbing my pussy with minimal interest. I started a conversation about how I had done wild things before marriage. It piqued his interest.

Me: Ahh! Jaanu thoda Dheere rub karo (Ahh! Love, run your fingers softly)

Ishaan: Is this speed alright?

Me: Yes! Can I tell you something? Promise me you won’t judge.

Ishaan: I’m hurt, 13 Years of marriage and you think I’d judge you?

Me: Sorry, but it’s a bit crazy thing that I did before marriage

Ishaan: Did you have a boyfriend? Is that it?

Me: No! Girlfriends, actually.

Ishaan: Girlfriends as in Plural?

I could now feel his dick touching my thigh clearly. He was excited.

Me: Yeah, my friends and I would have these crazy sex nights. With carrots in our ass and smear our bodies with whip cream and rub each other for hours

Ishaan: Fuck! Woman, who are you?!

Me: Remember, you promised not to judge.

Ishaan: I’m not judging, just excited. Tell me more, who were those friends? Do I know them?

By now, Ishaan’s dick was at its threshold, and I could feel the passion in his fingers by the pressure he applied on my clit.

Me: Yes, you do know them. In fact, you met one of them earlier today.

Ishaan: Who? Shweta?

Me: Yup

I could see his eyes brighten up listening to all this.

Ishaan: Who else?

Me: You may not like it if I tell you who else I’ve been with.

Ishaan: Come on, don’t be like that, tell me who?

I ignored his plea and moved his hand from my pussy. I held his dick, and his pre cum was oozing out. I rubbed the precum in my fingers and inserted them in my mouth. I then put those fingers mixed with his precum and my spit in his mouth.

He started sucking my fingers hysterically. I then licked his dick while he continued to beg and ask who the other girls were.

Me: There were two more. I will name one, but I won’t name the third girl.

Ishaan: hey, that’s not fair. OK, tell me who the second girl is.

Me: It’s Shreya.

Ishaan: Holy shit! Ronak’s wife?

Me: Aye. (I kept looking at his expressions while I slowly revealed the name licking his dick)

Ishaan: Ronak is my friend, and you only met them after our marriage!

I did not answer the question and just smiled. I now escalated from licking to sucking his dick.

Ishaan: Fuck Priya! You never stop surprising me. Now come on, tell me who the third girl is, please, please. I beg you, don’t be like that.

Me: Are you sure you want to know? You may not like it.

Ishaan: Go ahead. I can’t wait to hear the name.

I stopped sucking his dick and lifted my head. Holding his dick in my hand, I slowly whispered, “Your sister, Nidhi.”

I was slowly rubbing Ishaan’s dick with my hand. The moment I uttered Nidhi’s name, Ishaan exploded on my face. I could see the excitement on his face.

There was an awkward silence. I knew it was too much to ask for a fuck or an orgasm with fingering after I dropped a nuclear bomb on him. We quietly slept without speaking a word or at least pretended to sleep. A couple of hours later, Ishaan whispered, “Are you awake?”

Me: Yeah!

He suddenly flipped me and squeezed my boobs hard. He started fucking me by choking my neck. For the first time, I felt helpless and enjoyed being dominated. Ishaan never looked so sexy and manly except for that night. He was being very rough with me and started trash-talking.

Ishaan: Meri Randi Priya! Aaj kutiya ki tarah chodunga tujhe. (Oh, Priya! I will fuck you like a whore that you are.)

The depth and weight the Hindi language had on my mind are unexplainable. It was like a spell that unlocked the old me.

Me: Haan Ishaan main tumhari randi hoon. Ahh! Chodo, zor se chodo ye randi ko. Aur andar dalo lund tumhara. (Yes, baby, I’m your whore. Fuck me hard. Bury that Big dick of yours deep inside)

Me: Ah! Ishaaan, Mujhe Nidhi Bulaon na, aa please. (Ah, Ishan, call me Nidhi!)

Ishaan: Nidhi! Le apne bhai ka lund kutiya. (Nidhi! Are you enjoying your brother’s dick?)

Once again, it only took a few seconds after mentioning Nidhi, and we both started cumming together. The next evening, we had a long chat about Nidhi, Shweta, and Shreya. We made it a habit to include them in our roleplays.

A Few Weeks Later

Nidhi, Shreya, Shweta, and I got together, and during dinner, we started speaking about our sexual lives. Nidhi was Pregnant and in her third trimester. She told us how her husband would avoid sex even after the doctor said it was fine.

We all laughed at how men behave so politely and caring during pregnancy. Shreya then mentioned how lucky I was to have a husband like Ishaan. It pissed me off, and I suddenly blurted out, “Would you like to fuck him?”

Shreya and the girls were shocked. Shreya embarrassingly said, “Why not? Who here wouldn’t?”

Nidhi raised her hand and said, “ I wouldn’t,” to which we all laughed.

A few moments later:

Shweta: Nidhi, tell me honestly, ignoring the fact that Ishaan is your brother as a man would you fuck him?

Nidhi: Chii! Nonsense, don’t talk rubbish, Shwe.

Shreya: Hey, that’s a very interesting subject. I would still fuck Ishaan even if he were my brother.

Me: I may be your sister-in-law, but we are friends first. So be honest, Nidhi.

Nidhi: Ladies! Can we please change the subject?

Shwe: Aww! Someone is blushing.

Nidhi: Guys, stop.

The restaurant we were in had enough privacy for us ladies, and the ambience was quite dark. Shreya, who was sitting next to Nidhi, pretended to touch the baby bump and slid her hand on her pussy. She then lifted and said, “Oh, look, someone is wet thinking about their brother.”

Nidhi: OK, OK, Only if he was not my brother, then YES, Happy?

Me: So, you do find Ishaan hot?

Nidhi: Like I said, as a man, yes, but he is my brother.

Me: OK, girls, there’s something I want to tell you.

All three of them came forward to listen to me like little girls gathering around a granny for an adventurous fairy tale.

Me: I told Ishaan everything about us.

Shreya: Fuck, you didn’t? Did you? Don’t give me a heart attack, Priya.

Me: Chill OK! He was cool with it, and we even do fantasy roleplays with the three of you. (evil smile)

Nidhi: Wait, did you say the three of us?

Me: Yup!

Nidhi: Are you telling me Bhaiya Fucks you and calls you Nidhi while fucking you?

Me: Hmm, hmm.

Shweta: OMG, I want to finger myself right now. This is hot. If I talk about us to my husband, he will probably kick me out and divorce me.

Shreya: Ronak will probably go mental. He hates the LBGTQA+. He calls them the alphabet people and cusses them. I can never imagine having a conversation with my husband.

Me: Here is a thought. You don’t have to answer it right now. Just think about it. What if the four of us did it with Ishaan?

I thought there would be some resistance. Shreya and Shwe immediately answered with a Fuck Yes! Nidhi quietly nodded.

It was decided that we would do this at my place next week. I sent my kids to my in-law’s place. Shweta, Shreya, and Nidhi made similar arrangements. They lied to their husbands that they were going out for a girl’s night. Ishaan was home and up to fate with the arrangement waiting in our Master Bedroom.

(Ignoring the details of introductions and the awkwardness between Ishaan and Nidhi.)

Ishaan was sitting on a chair as the four of us got comfortable on the Kingsize bed. I undressed Shreya while Shwe was behind me and softly running her hands on my ass. Nidhi was already Naked with her huge breasts and that baby bump.

She was resting her back on the soft, upholstered headboard with her legs wide open. Nidhi had grown a lot of pubic hair due to her pregnancy. The fragrance from her cunt was in the air.

All four of us were completely naked. Shweta was on Nidhi’s left breast, and Shreya was on her right. I don’t like cunts or dicks with pubic hair. But for some reason. That baby bump and pulpy breasts made absolute sense to have a bushy cunt.

I started licking Nidhi’s pussy. The smell was strong. Maybe all those hormones that the body releases along with pussy juices were the cause. My ass was now protruding and facing Ishaan. He immediately buried his face and started to lick and suck it.

We now got Ishaan on the bed and made him lay on his back next to his sister, Both Nidhi and Ishaan were avoiding eye contact. Shreya guided Ishaan’s mouth to Nidhi’s breast. He started to suck it like a maniac. Nidhi hissed softly, “Bhaiya!” to which his dick went berserk.

Shweta, Shreya, and I took turns licking, sucking and gaging Ishaan’s dick. He sucked on his sister’s tits. Shweta then separated Ishaan from Nidhi’s boob and sat on his face rubbing both her holes. Shreya licked and softly pinched Ishaan’s nipples and kissed his chest.

I was rubbing my pussy with one hand and sucked on Ishaan’s dick. We now switched positions. Nidhi got her big ass on Ishaan’s face, and while Shreya was sucking his dick, he started cumming.

It was too much for Ishaan. All four of us were so disappointed. We waited for him to get hard again, but things were too overwhelming for him.

Shreya was most upset and said, “Never meet your heroes in real life.” Nidhi looked at Ishaan with a compassionate smile as if to support her brother and tell him that it was OK without using any words. I was the architect for today’s event and the host.

I was trying hard to suck his limp dick. But to no avail. Shweta immediately stood up and said that’s alright, let us girls have fun while Ishaan sat quietly in a corner.

Shreya: Yeah, not a bad idea, But Ishaan deserves punishment for disappointing us.

Me: Come on, girls, it’s the pressure. Stop bullying him.
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Ishaan: No, Priya, Shreya is right. Tell me, how can I fix this?

Shweta: Hmm! How about you become our toilet slave for today?

Nidhi: Ladies, that’s taking it a bit far.

Me: No! I have not told Ishaan about her deviant adventures yet.

Ishaan had a puzzled look on his face while we were talking.

Shreya walked out of the room and returned with a big 2-litre jug. She looked at me and said, “Sorry, Priya Ishaan agreed that he would make it up to us.”

Shreya squatted and started to pee in the jar, then handed the jar to me. I was hesitant to show this side of my kink to my husband. But I just went with the flow. I inhaled the jar filled with Shreya’s piss and inserted my hand in the jar. I rubbed some piss on my breast.

Shwetha and I filled the remaining jar, and there was no space for Nidhi anymore. We made Ishaan sit on the floor. All four of us sprinkled the piss on our bodies little by little and poured some on Ishaan. Nidhi got up and said she wanted to use the bathroom.

Shreya interjected and said, “Pee on your brother.” Ishaan’s dick was finally responding. We made Ishaan lie on the floor and asked Nidhi to pee on his face. Nidhi walked towards Ishaan and started applying pressure. The piss started flowing.

The three of us poured the remaining piss from the jar on Nidhi and Ishaan. Then we started licking each other’s bodies. Shreya noticed that Ishaan’s dick was hard again and immediately directed it into her pussy. She asked Ishaan, “Ishaan, I want you to piss in my cunt.”

A huge stream came out from Shreya’s pussy. Ishaan then revenge fucked, mustering all his manliness. It was Nidhi’s turn. She asked Ishaan to take her ass, to which he happily agreed. We all spat on Ishaan’s dick and applied some lube to Nidhi’s ass.

We got her muscles comfortable and ready for her brother’s dick. While fingering Nidhi, she started to fart. Ishaan noticed the embarrassment on his sister’s face and buried his nose in Nidhi’s ass. He said, “Love how your ass smells, Sis.”

We all knew what was happening. It was a brother standing up to protect his sister’s dignity. I wanted to stand up for my husband and my family. To make things lighter, I said, “Ishaan, why don’t you smell your lovely wife’s farts too?”

I opened my ass cheeks, got my face close to Ishaan, and started to apply pressure. But no luck. I kept applying pressure, and instead of a fart, a smooth piece of shit came out. Here I was to save the dignity of my husband and sister-in-law and ended up being the joke!

Shreya came forward and picked the soft shit from the floor and smeared it on Ishaan’s chest. She softly applied some on her lips. She then kissed Shweta, and before we knew it, we all started pissing, shitting, and fucking each other. When we came to our senses, we were puking all over the place.

What a nightmare it was to clean the room. It took days to get the smell out! We were so grossed out that the thought of sex made us puke.

It’s been 3 years since this happened. It took us a while to get through the trauma of that wild, crazy night. But that night still lights a fire in our hearts when we make love.

Goodbye, everyone! As I said, this is probably my last story. Thank you for all those lovely messages and love. Do stay in touch.

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