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.

Viresh: Hahaha, look at your face. Rizwan spilled the beans, I suppose.

I kept quiet and lowered my head.”

Viresh: Why are you lowering your head? I love what is happening. I love your sexy Avtaar and what you are now. I know you were naked now and fucking in the car. That was hot!

I blushed.

Viresh: Now that is like my mother! Stay happy. I know your sexual urges, and papa told me this when he was drunk. I remember the fight. And I am happy you are with Rizwan. So get married tomorrow and come here quickly to get your son married.

Me: Shameless, you saw your mother naked!

Viresh: Yes, I have seen all the nudes you sent to him and all the video calls where you masturbated. You are hot! So it is okay. I know you love it and I loved it too. So enjoy your life. I know your pussy would be itching again now, so I will hang up. Bye, see you soon.

I was in total shock at what had happened. Rizwan made me drink a couple of pegs and smoked cigarettes and calmed me down. We went to sleep after that, and the girl stayed at home only.

The next morning as per my son’s wish, I got married to Rizwan at home in front of a Maulvi. He was wearing his long Arabic kurta, and the girls got me dressed up in a transparent choli-style lehenga and a blouse that took the shape of a bra.

The Maulvi was ogling at me, and Rizwan already had a tent in his pants. He ordered me to sit on Rizwan’s lap and take the vows for marriage. We signed the papers and got the marriage registered. That day Rizwan was busy getting to the embassy. Meanwhile, the girl made me ready for my suhagraat.

He came back in the evening and wore his Arabic-style long kurta. I was dressed in a short burkha covering my face, which was transparent. The girl gave us some sweet milk to drink. Minutes after finishing that, my pussy was on fire.

I pulled Rizwan’s cock out and started sucking him, and he was hard as a rock. I turned around and saw the girl recording our sex, but I still continued doing it. Rizwan then tore my attire, made me lie on the bed with my head hanging and let me suck his cock while he bent and sucked my pussy.

We had a nice oral session for 10 minutes, and I squirted on his face. Later, he pulled me on himself and started abusing me.

R: Ahh, you are so fucking wet. You are my slut from now on. I am going to fuck you whenever I want.

Me: Yes, fuck me. Pound me. I am your wife, your whore from today. This pussy was thirsty for years, now fill it in with your cum and quench her thirst. Ahh! Harder!

He then turned me into the doggy position facing the mirror, and the girl took the shot from the same angle. I felt like a pornstar, as if I were making a porn film. He pounded me for a good 20 minutes and released his cum in me, and I had my second orgasm.

He laid on top of me, kissing my earlobes. “I love you, darling. From today your sex life will be at its peak. I will ensure you wear the smallest of clothes on you. I will fuck you in front of our son and daughter too.”

Thinking of fucking in front of my son excited me, even though I had just had an orgasm.

Me: And why do you think I will let you do that?

R: Because I know you want it. Look how your pussy is leaking. Anyway, he is watching us right now. She is showing our sex on live feed to them.

He switched on the TV, and I saw Viresh naked with a heap of hair moving below. I did not even cover myself and watched him understand what was there.

Viresh: Wow! It was so hot. Rafia had an orgasm already, see!

He turned the camera to show a girl’s wet cunt, then showed her sucking his dick. It seemed large. Rafia lifted her head and spoke.

Rafia: That was a very hot mom! Dad, you have got the whore who can satisfy you this time. Like mother, like son. Now I know from where he gets this stamina. Can’t wait to get fucked beside you, Mom. Come soon. I have already got your wedding dress ready here.

I was turned on watching them.

Me: Thank you, I am waiting too to see my daughter-in-law and stepdaughter. Take care of my son’s cock.

I was wet watching Viresh’s stiff dick. After they hung up. We both fucked again. That night due to the milk, we both fucked till 5 in the morning and got up naked only in the evening.

Rizwan got the papers, and my visa was approved because of his contacts. In a week, I was on the flight to Cuba wearing a tight-fitting spaghetti dress that barely covered my ass and showed my boobs prominently. I did not wear any undergarments. Rizwan fucked me on the flight too.

That week, the girl gave me milk to drink twice daily, which increased my horniness. In the 22 hours journey, Rizwan fucked me thrice in the first class cabin with the Air hostesses watching us. I, too, remained shameless and naked in front of them.

As we landed, my heart was pumping to meet Viresh in such a sexy avatar of mine.

What happened? I will tell you in the next part.