By Anil Chandra | 30-11-2025 | 194,056 views
This is a true desi XXX sex story about how my husband’s tiny 4-inch cock and his constant work left my pussy starving for real pleasure. One day, his friend came over… and everything changed.
My name is Aasha. I live with my husband Rahul in Jaipur.
Our marriage was just one year old. We had moved from the village to the city and were living alone. Rahul spends almost all his time at the shop, so I never got fully satisfied in bed.
I have 34-size juicy boobs and a curvy, hot body. My husband loves fucking me, but his cock is only 4 inches – too small to hit the spots I crave.
I love him deeply, but my pussy was always left thirsty.
Everything changed the day his friend Surya came to our house.
I opened the door and he froze, staring at me. It was our first meeting.
He looked like a movie hero – tall, muscular, and incredibly handsome.
My husband called him inside and they started talking business.
I sat beside Rahul. Surya couldn’t take his eyes off me.
Rahul asked me to make tea. When I served it, Surya smiled and said, “Bhabhi, the tea is amazing… just like you.”
I blushed.
He told Rahul, “Bro, you’re damn lucky to have such a sexy wife.”
Rahul laughed and said we had a love marriage.
Later that evening, Surya left with Rahul for the shop.
Two hours later, he came back alone saying he forgot his handkerchief – obviously an excuse.
I offered tea again. He sat close and asked for my number “just to talk and for some work.”
I gave it to him with a naughty smile.
That day I noticed the huge bulge in his pants. Even through the fabric I could tell his cock was massive. I made up my mind – I had to feel that monster inside me.
That night Rahul fucked me as usual. His tiny dick barely did anything. While he pounded for 10 minutes and came, I kept imagining Surya’s huge tool. After he slept, I fingered myself hard thinking of Surya and exploded.
The next morning Rahul left for work. Within minutes Surya called.
We talked for hours every day and soon the chats turned filthy.
One day I teased him, “When you came over, your cock was rock hard seeing me, right?”
He laughed, “Yes Bhabhi, my ‘little’ cock gets hard the moment I see you.”
I asked, “How big is it really?”
He said 8 thick inches. I almost moaned on the phone.
I made him send a pic in the bathroom. When I saw that fair, veiny, monstrous 8-inch beast, my pussy dripped instantly. I sent him my big boobs in return, then promised my shaved pussy next time.
We were addicted to each other.
I still loved my husband, but I needed that huge cock just once – to know how it feels to be properly stretched and destroyed.
The golden chance came when someone fell sick in the village. Rahul had to go alone. I convinced him to let me stay back. He left that afternoon after a quick doggy session – his small cock barely made me wet.
The moment his car left, I called Surya: “The house is empty. Come now. Fuck me all night.”
He reached within an hour holding a rose. I was wearing a sexy low-cut top that barely contained my boobs.
The second the door closed, he grabbed my tits, squeezed them hard and attacked my lips like a hungry animal.
I moaned, “Wait… let’s go inside first!”
He carried me to the bedroom, threw me on the bed and tore my clothes off. In seconds I was in just bra and panties.
He smeared the kheer (rice pudding) I had made all over my boobs and sucked like a madman – biting, licking, and devouring my nipples till I screamed in pleasure.
Then he stripped fully. His 8-inch rock-hard cock slapped against his stomach. He rubbed kheer on it and pushed it into my mouth. It was my first blowjob ever. I gagged at first but soon sucked greedily.
He laid me down, spread my legs and saw my dripping clean-shaven pussy.
He shoved four fingers inside and finger-fucked me brutally while eating the kheer off my clit. I screamed and squirted for the first time in my life.
Then the real moment came.
He placed his thick cock head at my entrance. Half went in and I already felt like I was being torn apart.
“AAAAHHH it hurts!!!”
He ignored my cries, grabbed my hips and RAMMED the full 8 inches inside in one brutal thrust.
I screamed so loud I thought the neighbors would hear. He started pounding mercilessly – long, deep, savage strokes. My pussy gripped him like a vice.
Within minutes the pain turned into the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt.
“Fuck me harder! Tear my pussy! Your cock is so much bigger than my husband’s… I’m your whore now!”
He growled, “Yes Bhabhi, I’m going to wreck this tight married pussy!”
He pulled my hair, slapped my ass, mauled my boobs and fucked me in every position for hours. We came again and again. He filled my mouth with his thick cum – I swallowed every drop.
We fucked six full rounds that night – missionary, doggy, cowgirl, standing, in the shower – everywhere. My pussy was red, swollen and sore, yet I kept begging for more.
By morning I could barely walk. When Rahul returned and asked why I was limping, I lied that I had fallen.
Now whenever we get the chance, Surya comes over or I go to him. I’m addicted to his massive cock. My husband still gets love and affection, but only Surya’s beast can truly satisfy my hungry pussy.
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