The Farmhouse

Note to readers:

1. This story is for adults. If you are not an adult, don't read this. All characters in the story are 18+.

2. This story has explicit sexual situations, that can include things which are not to your liking. If you don't like it, be an adult and move on to something more to your liking. Ranting about it in the comments is not an adult thing to do.

3. Constructive feedback is always welcome.

4. Sexual situations can include sex between consenting adults, wife watching, wife sharing, incest, adultery, cheating, male and female bisexuality, male and female homo sexuality etc.

5. This story is a fantasy. There are of course non sexual real incidences that triggered the story concept. Please understand, the real incidences have been stretched beyond what is probable and delved into the world of what is possible to come up with what you will read here. The probability of such incidents happening in life is low or negligible; the possibility is very high. Please do not confuse between the probable and the possible.

6. In a fantasy, anything is possible, and there are no STD and related diseases or emotional trauma.

7. Adults do not confuse fantasy and real life. Fantasy and real life are two different spaces. Please be responsible.

8. I wrote this without AI. Please expect errors that human beings normally make, including grammar, composition, language, spelling etc.

9. I hope this story gives you much more pleasure than it gave me to write it, which is quite a lot!

Thank you for reading!

The afternoon sun was shining bright when the SUV stopped in front of the farm house. It was a typical village house: a central open courtyard, with a veranda all around. There are various rooms leading from the courtyard, including a staircase that leads to the 1st floor rooms. Kitchen, dining room, pooja room, bedrooms, a library, some modern day luxurious -- refrigerator, wifi, tv, A/C, comfortable seating, and large beds, soft beddings and clean sheets and blankets.

One of the doors from the open courtyard, the door next to the kitchen door, leads to the servant quarters. This was a large single room, with a bathroom in one corner, a kitchenette in another corner, a large, sturdy bed, a large wooden table and chair, a small almirah, those olden wooden cupboards. This was Raghav's space.

Anju (49), Ravi's (53) wife, and Shalini (26), Ravi's adopted daughter, along with Shalini's husband, Piyush (32), got out of the SUV. Ravi had been driving the 6 hours it took to reach the Farmhouse. He had bought it about 16 years back. Raghav (looks like 40 but talks like he is 70+) came along with the Farmhouse: the oldest villager (about 98 years old) says that Raghav has been there since his (the villagers') childhood. Ravi had dismissed this as humbug.

Whatever said and done, without Raghav, the running of the Farmhouse will collapse. He ensures that the Farmhouse is maintained well, the farm and the fruit orchards that is part of the 25 acre property is tended too, and Ravi even gets a decent profit out of the entire farming activity. Ravi lets Raghav run the farm without much interference.

More importantly, Raghav provides something for his family that they cannot get from anywhere else. Satiating the pangs of a particular appetite the way only Raghav can. Raghav has successfully evoked a desire in Ravi's family, which only his particular presence can inspire and satiate. Every often the whole family comes running to The Farmhouse to indulge with Raghav.

It started a few days after Ravi and Anju came to stay at their new farm house, 16 years back. It was a full moon night. Around 11:30 PM Anju came out of their bedroom, frustrated, disappointed, angry, feeling low. Ravi had managed to arouse her, but came quickly, and then turned around and literally slept off!

After trying to masturbate for some time, Anju gave up, and came out to have some water to cool down. She tried to get Ravi to calm down and teach him how to pleasure her. But the bugger just can't seem to be patient. He prefer to watch porn and masturbate than to use her body.

She did not notice Raghav sitting in his usual place near his room, but on the veranda. His left leg dangling down in the courtyard, his right leg folded in, his back leaning on to one of the many pillars around the veranda, sipping the scotch that Ravi had given him earlier that day. She went to the fridge, opened the door. The fridge door lighting her body, barely hidden under a thin pinkish nightrobe. She had not bothered to wear anything else. She was so upset. After drinking, she closed the fridge door and started walking towards the courtyard. She took two steps and screamed, a short scream of alarm, when she noticed Raghav.

Raghav immediately spoke calmly:" It's me, ma'm, Raghav. Sorry to startle you."

"Oh! Raghav! You scared me!" She walked towards the courtyard. The moon beams were lighting up her body.

"I am sorry ma'm." he said.

She walked towards the courtyard and leant against one of the many pillars around the courtyard, while Raghav was seated on the floor, leaning against another pillar, about 2 pillars away. He was wearing only his dhoti, pulled up from between his legs and tucked in from behind. His torso was bare, except for a metallic neckpiece and a thin coral colored towel tied on his head. He stood 5'4" tall; big piercing light brown eyes; a beard trimmed close to his cheeks; long, large nose; big ears; a round face; large hands with longish, thick fingers; his body was tight, no flab, flat stomach, hairy chest. When he walked, he walked majestically, head held high, erect, and light footed.

Anju suddenly realised that Raghav was looking at her. No. He was not merely looking, he was drinking her up. There was a kind of atavistic vibe in the air, something so animalistic. A cool breeze gently touched her, the coolness making her nipples stiff. And in the bright full moon light Anju felt as if a spot light was turned on her. The thin diaphanous robe she wore felt inadequate, but for some reason she wanted him to look at her.

Raghav looked at her, staring into her eyes. She looked at Raghav, suddenly feeling like a deer in a headlight, unable to move. She did nothing to cover her almost naked body. Slowly, deliberately, Raghav reached out for his glass. His eyes staring into her eyes, he bought the glass to his lips, touched it to his lips. He held it there, still looking at her, and slowly, deliberately, brought out his tongue and licked the alcohol from the glass. The ice in the glass clinked on the side of the glass.

Anju gasped when she saw his tongue snake out. Her breathing increased. Her cheeks flushed. Her heart beat went up. Her lips started trembling, her throat dry, her lips dry, but her mouth was watering. Her nipples stood out, aching. There was a knot in her stomach. A fear gripped her in the pit of her stomach. A moistness appeared in her pussy. Her knees started feeling weak. Her left leg, for no apparent reason started shaking. Her body started heating up. The hair on the back of her neck stood up.

She suddenly felt small.

Raghav continued to hold his glass, staring at her. His tongue out, lapping at the scotch. Then slowly, still looking at her, nah! his piercing eyes staring at her, he licked at an ice cube, tilted the glass, then sucked it into his mouth. Still looking at Anju, he placed his glass on the floor, sucking on the ice in his mouth. Anju stared at him. The moistness in her pussy now turning into a viscous dribble, an itchiness developed on her pussy lips.

Her tongue snaked out to lick at her dry lips. Raghav slowly moved his large, calloused, long fingered left hand to his mouth, held the piece of ice, and started sucking, licking and slurping on it.

Anju gasped, biting her lower lips, her arousal going up, her nipples standing out aching, her boobs burning for a touch, her breathing shallow and quickening, she did not know what was happening to her, other than that feeling of arousal.

Ravi choose this moment to come out of the bedroom. He was on the other side of courtyard veranda, and he saw Anju standing in the moonlight, looking sexy, like a slut.

He gasped when he saw Raghav staring at his wife. He froze, standing outside the moonbeam, in the shadow, on the veranda of the courtyard. He watched as his wife stared at Raghav, his servant. His eyes popped out when he saw Raghav sucking on the ice cube. His breathing increased when he saw his wife biting her lips. He was aroused. His visual senses stimulated his cock.

Raghav noticed Ravi.

Without getting up, still leaning on the pillar, Raghav said: "Good evening, sir! You have come at the right time. Can I pour you a drink sir?"

Without waiting for an answer, he got up and walked towards the kitchen. He walked in such a way that he passed Anju close, so close that he almost brushed her.

Anju watched him walked towards her. For a few moments she felt he was coming towards her. She watched him walk, firm footed, looking into her eyes, as if he was an animal and she was his prey. Her eyes fell towards his crotch and she could see the outline of an arouse lingam. His cock, though not fully erect, was dangling. She could see the outline in the bright moonlight. She was so aroused, she wished he would ravage her, then and there. She gasped when she his smell invaded her nostrils. His sweat, his muskiness, his manliness! There was something pungent, something spicy, something bitter -- sweet to that smell. That smell wafted through her nostrils, striking every pore of her sense of smell, and travelled through her throat to the pit of her stomach. Her pussy was now dripping, wet.

Damn you, Ravi!!! she thought in her head; but her body, it was not her own anymore. Her boobs and pussy took over her very soul. She just need to get fucked, royally fucked, fucked so hard that she would be walking bow legged.

She heard the clink of ice in the glass, and the glug, glug of soda being poured in the glass, followed by a dash of water. Two glasses in hand, Raghav walked towards his pillar. This time he stood close to Anju, as he handed a glass to her. He had not asked her; he had not checked with her. He simply gave it to her. She is not a great fan of alcohol, but she just could not refuse. Their hands touched. Her nostrils flared as his odor invaded her nostrils. She took a deep breath, then another, and then yet another and this time she held it; as if relishing him. He stood there looking at her intently. Her pussy leaked. She could feel the wetness on her inner thighs.

Then he turned and walked towards his pillar. He beckoned to Ravi: "Sir, please come and sit her. This is the breeziest space in the courtyard."

Ravi was watching the scene unfold in front of him. He had not said a word so for. He had merely nodded when Raghav asked him about the drink. He saw how his wife stood there, mesmerized, aroused and acting like a blatant slut, openly staring at Raghav, their old servant. She was offering her body to him! She did not even acknowledge Ravi's presence, other than just a smile. She was standing there, dressed in nothing but a robe. Her cleavage open, her pussy clearly visible in the bright moon light.

He watched as Raghav got up to make the drinks. He saw his wife look at their servant's crotch. He saw how she stiffened, how her arousal slowly took over her being. When Raghav walked close to her, he saw how she smelt him, like a whore who wants to get fucked, like a bitch in heat waiting to rut, like an animal!! He could not understand it, but he could sense it.

He stood there looking at Raghav prepare the drinks. He looked when his wife took it from him, and how their hands touched, how she held it in place. He sensed something inside him, a kind of heat, and how his cock started twitching. He watches his wife take a sip from the glass while Raghav walked towards his seat.

As if in slow motion, he walked towards Raghav. He crossed the courtyard, and took the glass from Raghav, and gulped. Raghav looked at him amused.

"Sir, it's good that you have come now. Ma'm needs you" he said. No shame, matter of fact, no hesitation. Raghav was not sure if he was offended or if he was aroused.

Anju walked towards them, and sat down. Crossed legged. Her right nipple was just out, and clearly visible. Raghav looked at her, then at Ravi.

"Sir, there are times when you need to take your women and show her what her body is for, show her the pleasure a man can give, show her what she is made for. Now is that time, sir. You should take her now"

"I am right her, you morons!" she exclaimed.

Raghav did not change his gaze from Ravi. "Take her, sir!" he said.

Ravi gulped his drink; his hands were trembling. He wanted to. But he sat there, rooted in his place.

Anju looked at Ravi and sensed his hesitation. Her arousal was peaking. She was literally going crazy with desire. "Come on Ravi! Take me! Take me Ravi!"

Ravi continue to sit there looking at Raghav and Anju in turn, confused, not knowing what to do.

Raghav got up, and said: "Let me show you how to, sir!"

He bend towards Anju, held her hair from behind her head, pulled her face up, and kissed her. Full on, french kiss. Anju wanted to resist, at least her mind was screaming: "What the fuck are you doing?" but her body went limp, her hands fell to her side, she moaned into his mouth, tasting his mouth, the rawness, the taste of dust from the earth that he has been working upon, the taste of grit from long hours of hard, manual work; the taste of salt from the sweat that pours out from real work.

Anju came! A mini orgasm just from a kiss. It has never happened to her ever before. She came!

Ravi watched this in astonishment, in wonderment, in awe, not knowing what to do while his wife was being ravaged by his servant. He was aroused. A unique kind of arousal. His heart was in his mouth, out of excitement, fear, of anticipation. His emotions were running wild. He could not move. He sat there. Watching.

Without stopping the kiss, Raghav pulled up Anju. She was taller than him. But he treated her as if she was a rag doll in his strong hands. When she stood up, still kissing her, he pushed her and walked her to the wall, and plastered himself against her. His strong torso rubbing against her thin garment and her boobs. She moaned into his mouth while he devoured her. Her hands went around his back pulling him closer to her, urging him to fuse with her.

Ravi watched this. His wife getting ravaged, getting used, behaving like an animal. His cock raising up. He dared not touch it. He was so aroused he was afraid that he will ejaculate if he touched his cock.

Anju was now holding Raghav's cheeks and munching away at his lips. She started licking Raghav's face. This aroused Ravi. Her saliva spread all over Raghav's face.

Raghav now pulled back a bit, tore off her thin gown, making her totally naked. He turned to Ravi: "Sir, look at your wife! Is she not a goddess? Does she not have a body that deserved to be used?"

Ravi nodded, dry mouthed, watching.

Anju knelt in front of Raghav and urgently tore off his dhoti. His dark, thick manhood sprang up. It was thick, it was dark, it was straight, and it was uncut. The hair around his crotch was trimmed to a bare stubble. Anju drooled. She held it in her hand gently at first, then squeezed it. a drop of precum on the tip. With a moan, Anju touched it with the tip of her tongue.

Raghav's smell overwhelmed her. There was that unique earthy smell that comes only from someone who works with mud, the smell of raw leaves, sweat, piss and the male muskiness. It was strong, pungent and filled her nose, filled her being. She was going crazy!

With a cry, a moan, a groan, of helplessness, of arousal, of total surrender she took him in her mouth. Sucking him, licking him, laving him, and then deep throating him. She could taste his earthy flavors and that aroused her more. She could taste the bitter salty sweat, which made her groan, she could taste the remnants of his bitter piss, which made her moan; Flavors she did not know existed, made her go mad with desire.

She flat tongued him, she licked him with the tip of her tongue, she slobbered over his cock. Her husband was watching all this. On his own he moved closer, and closer and closer. He kneeled down so that his face was close to his wife's face. He could now see clearly. Her drool escaping her lips, Raghav's cock going in and out of her mouth, her hands pumping his cock. He watched in fascination and awe. He would not be able to initiate and sustain such an onslaught. His wife has turned into a slut, a total slut, someone who is so animalistic, someone who he could not recognise.

"Sir, take a look at your women! Is she not beautiful? Is she not sucking my cock so well? She is such an excellent slut! You are lucky she is yours sir!" He gently touched her hair, her face.

"Let me show you what her body is capable of, sir. Look at what your wife can do sir. Learn how to fuck a slut like her, sir" Raghav panted.

He held her face in both hands, and then fucked her mouth, like he was fucking a pussy. He deep throated her, she chocked. He did not stop or relent, he continued to fuck her mouth with slow, long strokes, but deep ones, until she was comfortable, then he shortened the strokes and speeded up. The more he did this, the more she moaned, the more the sound of his cock entering her mouth filled the air.

Ravi just could not take all this. His senses were on an overdrive, he wanted to join them, he wanted to participate, he did not know what he wanted to do. He moved forward. Raghav saw his movement.

"Do you want to kiss your wife, sir? Would you like to kiss that mouth which is been sucking my cock, sir? Do you want to, sir?"

Ravi nodded, unable to speak.

Raghav stopped fucking her face, and pulled out his cock. Then turned her face towards Ravi. Anju cried out in protest, but then, Ravi kissed her. Anju realised that her husband was kissing her, and she kissed back, with gusto, with love, with an emotion that overwhelmed her. He is so loving she thought and kissed him back.

Ravi then pulled back, turned her face towards Raghav's cock and pushed her mouth towards it. With Raghav's cock in her mouth, he kissed her cheeks. She directed Raghav's cock towards her cheeks which Raghav kissed with Raghav's cock bulging her cheek out. This continued for some time, Raghav fucking her mouth, Anju sucking Raghav and pushing his cock towards her cheeks, when her cheeks bulge out, Ravi kisses it.

After some time, Raghav, gently held Ravi's head and pulled it towards his cock. He told Anju: "My darling, suck my balls, let your husband sucks my cock".

For the first time in his life, Ravi tasted cock. He took it in his mouth, rolled it around, savored it, then sucked on it. He moved his head just the way his wife had. He felt a kind of power with that cock in his mouth, he could not understand it, but it made him feel good.

"Yes, my love, suck it! Take it down your throat" he head his wife murmur to him lovingly. She pushed his head as he continued to slobber over his servant's cock.

"It's time" Raghav said.

Anju understood. Raghav held Anju's hand and took her towards the courtyard. He sat on the veranda, his legs dangling down in the courtyard. Anju moved and straddled his head. He held her bum and pulled her cunt to his mouth.

It was shaved clean. It was smooth, hairless. The pussy lips hung out, curled like the petals of a rose, the clit hidden at the top, a nub waiting for his mouth.

The first whiff of an aroused pussy. Raghav's cock lurched.

His tongue snaked out and licked the top of the pussy, then he kissed along the left inner thigh, shifted to the right inner thigh, and then back where he started. He did this circle a few times. Anju was climbing the wall by this time. She held on to the nearby pillar for support, and with the other hand tried to guide Raghav towards her flowing pussy. He pushed her hand away, and continued to tease her.

Ravi watched in fascination. He had never thought that licking pussy can be such an art. He did it because Anju asked him to. But what he was witnessing was something amazing! How his wife was writhing over his servant's talented tongue and mouth! Ravi's mouth watered and he wished he could replicate it too.

Raghav now licked just next to her flowing pussy, between the inner thigh and the pussy lips, without touching her pussy lips, and Anju started moaning. He moved his head, spreading his saliva as his tongue went all around. Then, without any warning he latched on to her clit with his lips and tickled it with his tongue.

"Eeeeeeeeeayyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!" emerged from the pit of her stomach, through her throat a groan, a moan, a shriek, a sigh all mixed into one. A noise that Ravi had never heard from his loving wife.

Anju came. Shuddering, trembling, shivering. Her legs gave way, and Raghav caught her easily. He got up and laid her down on the veranda. Gently massaging her legs, her stomach, her chest and shoulders. Anju continued to shudder, tremble and shiver for some time. Raghav waited patiently, massaging her, stroking her body until her breathing came back to normal.

Ravi came too. Without anyone touching himself. Without any sort of help. He just could not control it. His cock dribbled his sperms on the floor. He looked at it, and then at his wife and Raghav.

Raghav was busy stroking and massaging his wife. His wife's eyes were closed, her body slowly recovering. No one looked at him.

Ravi sat there watching in fascination. He had never seen his wife orgasm like this ever. She had her moments, and he always felt that he was able to satisfy her. He had not really sat down and discussed her likes, dislikes and all that. He assumed he was doing it well. But this opened up a totally different world.

He looked at Raghav and said: "Will you teach me to do this?"

Raghav: "Of course sir. That goes without saying, sir."

Anju, sitting up, still gasping for breath: "What happened? Did I black out?" embarrassed, but feeling alive, suddenly.

Raghav: "Ma'm, you experienced something that your body and mind has been craving for a long time. There is still more. But you need to rest now."

Anju: "Ravi, get my drink please. I feel so alive. My love, thank you! This is the best thing that has happened to me, to us, to you. Can you forgive me for taking liberties like this? For cheating on you, for having sex outside our marriage?"

Ravi: "As long as you agree to do this with me besides you, I am happy to be part of it. Raghav has promised to teach me all he knows. And I am looking forward to experiment it on you, my love. If you are ok with it, that is."

While he was talking, he had picked up her drink and handed it over to Anju. She took a sip. Kept the glass aside and opened her arms. Ravi leaned in and hugged her.

"I love you Ravi"

"I love you my darling, Anju"

Both of them then turned to Raghav and hugged him.

Ravi: "Thank you Raghav for opening up a side of us that we never knew existed"

Anju: "Thank you for the bestest orgasm of my life so far"

Raghav: "Thank you Ma'am, Sir! I have been missing this in my life for some time now. I am glad you are open to this experience. There is so much more for you both to experience and for me to share." He sounded overwhelmed with emotion.

Anju, taking a gulp from her drink: "Show me more Raghav. You have not yet fucked me."

Raghav, looked at her and Ravi. Then moved closer to Anju and started kissing her. After kissing her lips gently at first and then more and more urgently he started sucking her boobs.

He held her left boob in both hands and started milking it, while sucking on her nipples. Squeeze, milk, suck; Squeeze, milk, suck; Squeeze, milk, suck; continuing with this. Then with one hand, while the other played with her right boob. Squeeze, milk, suck; Squeeze, milk, suck; Squeeze, milk, suck;

He gestured to Ravi, pointing to the right boob while he milked and sucked her.

Anju felt two pairs of hands and two mouths on her boobs. The rough, calloused hands of Raghav, and the softer, gentler hand of Ravi. The experienced mouth of Raghav that seem to suck out her soul, to the more tender, loving sucking of her husband, Ravi.

Anju moaned. Fireworks were building inside her body. Deep within her, somewhere just above her pussy, but deep inside. She could feel something building up, something that is moving toward a crescendo. She moaned; she groaned which seem to encourage Raghav as he squeezed harder while Ravi stopped. Raghav sensed the pause.

He looked at Ravi, then placed his calloused hand over Ravi's and squeezed Anju's boobs, showing him how hard to squeeze. Then he took Ravi's fingers and placed it in his mouth. Raghav sucked on Ravi's fingers, showing him how to suck with the lips and lick with the tongue at the same time. Ravi was fascinated. He took Raghav's calloused finger and sucked on it to show him what he just learnt. Raghav nodded.

Raghav moved to Anju's other side, and started working on her right boob. Ravi took the left one. Anju could immediately feel the difference but the knot inside her was building. It was growing and growing. She started wailing. A deep guttural animalistic sound.

Raghav grabbed Ravis's hair and pushed him towards Anju's pussy. Raghav understood and went down to practice what he saw Raghav do earlier. What he lacked in experience he compensated with his enthusiasm. He licked, he sucked, he made a point with his tongue and poked his wife's cunt hole. He suckled on her clit. He licked her pussy lips, he chewed her pussy lips and clit, he made a vacuum with his mouth and sucked on her cunt as a whole.

All this while Raghav was mauling both her boobs and taking turns milking and sucking them. The knot inside Anju started swelling and swelling and swelling until it reached a breaking point. She moaned. she shrieked. and she came. Ravi's wife came hard. She did another round of trembling, shivering, and shuddering.

Raghav, the servant, asked Ravi, the boss, to stroke his wife. He showed Ravi how to massage his wife, while Anju slowly descended down from the high of the orgasm.

After some time, Raghav rolled her and asked her to lay on her right side. Her head tucked over her right arm.

While Anju rested, Raghav and Ravi were talking. Raghav pointed out the many things that Ravi did, asking him what new things he tried on Anju. Like a child who learnt something new, Ravi told him a list of things, while asking Raghav about the finer points of playing with boobs and licking pussy. Like a mentor, the older Raghav was explaining how to do it, sometime showing it on Ravi's hands and fingers and asking Ravi to show it on Raghav's hands and fingers. They were sipping their drinks occasionally.

Anju stirred. She watched while Raghav and Ravi talked. She looked at them both a tender smile on her lips.

"Raghav, you sound like a Daddy explaining things to Ravi. I am going to call you Daddy now onwards."

"Whatever pleases you ma'm" he says.

"I want you to call me your daughter. I am your slutty daughter. A daughter who you made a slut for you."

Ravi was astounded to hear her speak like this. Raghav only smiled. "Yes, my child" he said.

She got up and walked towards them and said "The main course is still left, Daddy! Will you fuck your daughter now?"

Raghav sighed. His eyes lit up. He said with a tremor in his voice: "My darling daughter. Daddy has been waiting to fuck you for a long, long time."

He went towards Anju, lifted her up and carried her to his room which was the closest. He laid her on his wooden cot with a cotton mattress. Ravi followed them inside, putting on the lights so that he can clearly see the events unfold in front of him.

Raghav sat on the bed, back to the head board. Well, there was no head board, just the wall

"Come astride me, my daughter and ride your Daddy. I want to look into your eyes when you cum. I want to watch you orgasm. Come."

Anju climbed over Raghav, held his erect, thick cock, and lowered herself on it. She rubbed his erect cock on her pussy lips, moaning and sighing with pleasure. She let a bit of the tip go in at first, then slowly pushed herself down. She could feel her pussy lips expand to accommodate the thick cock. She let out a moan of pleasure as her servant's thick cock slid inside her pussy, scraping her pussy walls, pleasuring the nerve endings in her pussy, her body shivering now and then from sheer pleasure.

Ravi watched this with rapt attention. Anju's back was towards Ravi. He could see his slutty wife's pussy slide down on his servant's cock. He heard her moan as the cock went in, expanding her pussy. Her pussy lips gripping Raghav's thick cock tightly. He was aroused. His cock was erect, hard, and throbbing. He was a bit more in control now, since he came a little earlier. But he dare not touch his cock yet.

His wife was riding his servant's cock in earnest now. She was bouncing on it. Moaning, Groaning, calling out many gods, and acting like a slut. Ravi had never seen his wife this way.

"Oh! Daddy! Fuck me! This is so good! Fuck your daughter like the slut she is!" She moaned out these words again and again.

Raghav was focused on the cunt on his cock. His mouth was on the boobs in front, chewing and kneading. Occasionally, his hands would slap her bum, and he added to Anju's slutty words:

"Yes, my darling daughter, fuck your Daddy. Show Daddy how much of a slut you are!! Your husband is watching you fuck your Daddy! He is so excited watching you!!! Tell her, sir, how you love her riding my cock"

Ravi responded, huskily, his voice caught in his throat: "Yes, my love. Fuck your Daddy!" Ravi was so caught up in the moment, that he did not realise what he had just said.

Hearing this, both Anju and Raghav began fucking in earnest. Anju was close to another orgasm, and Raghav could sense it.

He held her ass cheeks and spread it, then moved his right hand closer to her asshole. He circled the ass ring with his index finger, and then started pressing, inserting, insistently entering her asshole. Anju had never experienced something so intense.

Anju gasped: "I am cumming Daddy! I am cumming! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" and she exploded! It was spectacular to watch her.

One moment she is riding Raghav's cock, the very next moment she is a mass of moaning, groaning, sniveling, shrieking mass of trembling, shuddering, shivering flesh.

She collapsed on Raghav, who help her firmly to him, hugging her, caressing her back, whispering sweet nothings.

Ravi watched all this. He was in total awe of what he witnessed.

After sometime, Raghav laid Anju on the bed and covered her with a blanket. She was so drained, she slept off.

Ravi looked at Raghav and said: "You still have not cum!???"

Raghav said: "Sir, the most important part in rutting like animals is to get the lady to cum at least 3 big ones, then you have an excellent relationship going. If you keep her satisfied, she will do anything for you."

Ravi just nodded.

Raghav: "Lets sleep now, sir. We will get our pleasure in the morning".

The time was a few minutes past 3 AM!

After a short nap, Raghav woke up by 5:30 AM. He gently shook Anju awake. Ravi was still sleeping. Anju woke up, slowly, tired, but a good tired. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, and looked around.

Raghav! She remembered yesterday's events. She was immediately aroused. She looked at Raghav's semi hard cock. "Daddy! You did not cum yesterday, did you? I want you to cum Daddy. Tell me, what can your daughter do to make you cum"

Raghav: "You, just the way you are, is enough, my darling daughter." Saying this he positioned her on her back on the bed, climbed on her, and in one smooth movement was inside her.

He started stroking into her lovely, wet, slick pussy.

Ravi woke up to find his servant fucking his wife. He was on top of her. Her legs were up in the air. Raghav was pumping into her like a machine.

Anju: "Oh! Daddy! Fuck me! This is sooooo good! Fuck me!" She says again and again and again. She was moaning and groaning.

Raghav let go, faster and faster he started pumping. The "Slap! Slap! Slap!" of flesh against flesh and the "Pluck! Pluck! Pluck!" of this cock going in and out of her wet pussy was clearly heard. The room was filled with the smell of sex.

After several minutes of stroking, Raghav was ready to cum.

Anju: "Cum in me, Daddy! Breed your daughter! Give me your sperms and make me your breeding slut! Cum inside me Daddy!!!"

Hearing this Raghav came. He came hard. He grunted and moaned. He filled up Anju with his sperms. Spasm after Spasm, Spurt after Spurt! There was a lot of it. He poured it all inside Anju's willing cunt. He stayed like that for some time, until his orgasm subsided, then he collapsed on top of Anju.

Anju wrapped her arms and legs around him, and stroked him head gently. They stayed like that for a long time.

Finally, Raghav rolled over. He stayed like that for a minute longer.

He got up, and looked at both Ravi and Anju

"Ma'am, Sir: Thank you for including me in your family. I am over joyed. Thank you!"

After a pause he said: I have to go take care of some things outside. I should be back during lunch. Laxmi will be here to prepare lunch for you. See you soon, my darling daughter Anju and Ravi!"

Saying this he started towards the bathroom.

Anju beckoned to Ravi to fuck her. As Raghav got into the bathroom, Ravi was on top of his wife and fucking her.

To be continued....??????