Sex and Revenge Erotica – 3

Previously… Shruti, a beautiful but sexually frustrated housewife, had been harassed for days by three rough laborers working at an abandoned bungalow. After confronting them, she was dragged inside and fucked hard by all three—Hira, Raghu, and Imran. For the first time in her eight-year marriage she experienced real, intense pleasure. She came home ashamed and vowed never to go back. But her body had already started craving more.

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The next morning when Shruti woke up, the memories of the previous day flooded her mind while she did her household chores. She felt herself getting wet. For some reason she started wanting to experience that again. Her mind immediately warned her: she was a respectable married woman from a good family, and the path she was thinking of taking was dangerous.

Inside her, the cultured wife and the whore were fighting each other. The whore inside her was pushing her to throw away her respectability, while the cultured side kept advising her to stay within limits.

Fighting this inner conflict, Shruti finally made a firm decision—no matter what, she would not take that deserted lane today. She could not betray her family and her husband. What happened yesterday should never happen again. No matter how heavy the traffic, she would return by the highway.

She planned to wear jeans and a kurti for college drop-off, but somehow her hands pulled out a beautiful red saree and a sleeveless blouse instead. Her heart had already overpowered her mind. She was listening to her body and ignoring her thoughts. The blouse had a very deep neckline in front and only a single string at the back. She wore just the saree and blouse—no bra—so her cleavage was deeply visible. Her fair shoulders and entire back were completely bare. She had tied the saree well below her navel. Today she also left her hair open. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she looked like an apsara. Seeing herself like that made her very happy.

When she stepped out of the society gate, the watchman Rahim stared at her without blinking. For the first time, instead of anger, Shruti felt a strange kind of pleasure from his gaze. She knew she looked extremely hot today. Rahim made a call to someone.

Shruti dropped Sana at college. Her mind again tried to alert her and push her toward the highway. But just like the day before, her hands ignored her mind and turned the Scooty toward the deserted lane. The same thrilling sensation from yesterday started spreading through her body again.

She increased the Scooty’s speed and stopped right in front of the bungalow. But the sight shocked her. Today there was no construction debris on the road, and none of the three workers were standing at the gate. The road was completely clean and the bungalow gate and lawn were empty.

Shruti felt disappointed. Maybe the workers had finished the job and left, or maybe they had the day off. She had dressed up so carefully for them today.

She decided to go inside and check. When she entered, the drawing hall was also empty. No one was there. She wanted to turn back, but her feet automatically started walking toward the same bedroom where she had been fucked the day before. She had deliberately pulled the saree even lower below her navel so that a large part of her bare stomach was clearly visible, and from behind the line of her ass was also showing. Now she looked exactly like a whore.

The room door was closed, but she could hear some sounds from inside. She understood that the three laborers were in there. Shruti’s breathing became heavy. She started getting wet. She knew that if she opened that door today, a new chapter of her life would begin—one that would take her down a path full of pleasure but also a double life. She would remain a cultured wife for her family and become a whore for outsiders. She closed her eyes and thought about what was right and what was wrong. Behind closed eyes she saw herself starving for sex with Arun… and the intense pleasure of being fucked by Hira.

She made her decision. She would live her life the way she wanted. She slowly opened the room door. The scene inside shocked her. Hira, Raghu, and Imran were all standing completely naked, their cocks rock hard. Each of them had tied a ribbon around their cock the way people tie ribbons on gift boxes.

Seeing Shruti, the three of them were also stunned. The way she had dressed up today made her look extremely beautiful, but she had worn the blouse and saree exactly like a whore. She was almost naked. Looking at her made their cocks even harder. Shruti’s condition was also bad. Seeing the three of them like that created a strange feeling inside her. Her pussy started dripping like a waterfall.

Then Hira said,

“What, you whore? Shocked, huh? We knew you would definitely come today. Any woman who gets fucked by us once always comes back again and again. Look how you’ve dressed up for us today… just like a whore.”

Shruti remained silent, her eyes lowered in shame.

Hira continued: “Look, if you want us to fuck you today, there’s one condition. For one full month you will stay as our whore and get fucked by us every day. If you agree, then come forward, open the ribbons on our cocks—which are your gifts from today—and start sucking them.”

When Shruti moved toward Hira, Imran stopped her. He removed her clothes. Now completely naked, Shruti sat in front of Hira. She untied the ribbon on Hira’s cock. Everyone laughed and clapped. Then Shruti started sucking Hira’s cock. After a while she sucked Imran and Raghu as well.

In college her boyfriend Vijay had trained her very well in cock-sucking. Seeing her skills, the three laborers were shocked.

Raghu said, “Brother, the way she’s sucking our cocks, I can’t believe this is a high-class married woman… this bitch is a complete whore.”

Then a wild, intense fucking session started between Shruti and the three of them. The entire room echoed with her moans:

“Ahhhhhh… ahhhhhh…… ohhhhhhhhhhh…… keep going…… don’t stop…… ahhhhhhh… ahhhhhhh…… harder…… ahhhhhhh…… ahhhhhh…”

For more than three hours of fucking, Shruti came 7–8 times and got completely exhausted. The three of them also came all over her.

After three hours Shruti was lying naked on the bed. She was breathing heavily and their cum was spread all over her body. After resting a little, she went home. Today she was very happy. For the first time in the last eight years of her marriage, the fire of her sexual desire had been completely extinguished.

She reached home, took a bath, and cleaned her body which was covered in cum. After resting a little she started the household work. She was so happy and cheerful today because she had finally gotten the kind of fucking she had been craving for the past eight years.

Arun noticed the change in her and asked why she was so happy. Hearing his question, she got startled. But she lied and said that her closest college friend had come to Anantapur and wanted to meet her. Arun simply said “Okay.” Shruti breathed a sigh of relief. If Arun had asked more questions about her friend, she would have been in trouble.

For the next three days the intense fucking continued between Shruti and the laborers. Every day she went to the bungalow and Hira, Raghu, and Imran fucked her hard and deep. She was enjoying it a lot. Every day she wore hot clothes that made the laborers even more desperate to fuck her.

But there was one problem for Shruti—Rahim. Whenever she went to drop Sana at college and returned after her intense fucking sessions, Rahim would stand at the gate staring at her and give her a wicked smile. Once she thought of complaining about him to Meenal, but then decided to ignore him.

That night Arun came home late, ate dinner, and immediately went to sleep. Lying next to him, Shruti thought… What kind of man are you? You just keep sleeping, Arun, while your beautiful wife is getting fucked like a whore by three laborers every day…

Suddenly she realized what she was saying. She was using words like “whore” and “fucking”… Shruti smiled and said to herself that because of getting fucked by those laborers every day, she had also started talking like them.

The next day was Sunday. Arun and Sana were both at home. This made Shruti restless. How would she go to the bungalow today? She couldn’t take the risk and decided not to get fucked today. She called Hiralal and told him, but he said…

Hira: “Hey you whore, you have to come today… today there’s a surprise fucking waiting for you…”

Shruti: “Surprise fucking… what does that mean?”

Hira: “You’ll find out only after you come here. Make any excuse and come.”

Now Shruti became very excited. What could this surprise fucking be? She had to find some excuse to go to the bungalow today. Suddenly she remembered the lie she had told Arun about her friend coming to Anantapur. Now that lie could be useful.

She told Arun that her friend had called and wanted to meet her today, so she needed to go for 2–3 hours. Arun agreed, and Shruti was happy that her plan had worked. Today she wore very simple clothes because Arun was at home—just jeans and a normal top.

Within a few minutes Shruti was in the bungalow bedroom with the three laborers, and all three were pounding her pussy hard. Two hours passed and after such intense fucking Shruti was exhausted. Breathing heavily she asked,

Shruti: “What is this ‘surprise fucking’? We do this every day.”

Hearing her words, the three laborers started laughing. This made Shruti angry. Raghu went outside and brought a big bottle of Vaseline. Hira told Shruti to bend over on the bed in doggy style and raise her ass up. Raghu came behind her and started applying Vaseline on her asshole with his finger.

Shruti immediately understood what the “surprise fucking” was. The three of them wanted to fuck her in the ass today. She got scared, sat up straight on the bed and said,

Shruti: “You can fuck my pussy however you want, but not in the ass. No one has ever fucked my ass till today.”

Hearing that her ass was still virgin, all three became very happy.

Hira went near her, held her face in his hands and said…

“Listen, you whore… we enjoy fucking the ass the most, and whores enjoy getting their asses fucked the most.”

“In the beginning it will hurt a lot. Just bear it a little, but after that you’ll feel heavenly pleasure. Then you’ll ask us to fuck your ass every day.”

Shruti was still scared and thinking about the pain she would have to endure, but still she got into doggy position.

Raghu applied Vaseline and pushed one finger into her ass. She felt sharp pain.

“Ueeeeee maaaa…… you’re killing me…” she screamed.

Raghu started moving his finger in and out of her ass. He applied more Vaseline and pushed two fingers inside.

This was extremely painful for Shruti. She screamed loudly… “Ieeeeee maa… no Raghu, it hurts so much… please no… please don’t do anything there…”

But Raghu kept moving his two fingers in and out of her ass… Shruti was in a lot of pain. She had never imagined that the “surprise fucking” she was so excited about would be this painful.

While trying to bear the pain, she felt a hot cock pressing against her asshole. She turned and looked back—it was Hiralal, ready to fuck her ass.

Shruti started begging him—“No Hiraji, please don’t do this. It will hurt so much…” Hiralal was an expert at fucking asses. He had fucked many women’s asses and knew exactly how to do it. In the beginning all women are scared of getting their asses fucked, they scream and cry, but later they start preferring ass-fucking even more than pussy-fucking.

He applied plenty of Vaseline on his cock and without wasting time gave a hard thrust, pushing his cock into Shruti’s ass. Because of the Vaseline, more than half of his cock went in easily. But this action sent a flood of pain through Shruti’s body. She felt an extremely sharp, intense pain in her ass. She screamed so loudly it felt like her throat would tear. It felt as if her ass had been split into two pieces.

To be continued…