Another time, they visited a nearby market, Sonia nude beneath a flimsy shawl which Rohan pulled off when they were amidst the stalls. Vendors and passers-by gazed in her wake, her breasts dripping milk, clit exposed. A fruit vendor, mid-40s, dragged her behind his stall and fucked her against a crate, covering her pussy with his cum. Rohan watched from afar, then afterwards washed her off in the car, tracing the lines of cum with his tongue, before taking her home to fuck her once more.
Sonia’s encounters didn’t stop with Rohan’s inclusion. When he was working, she used to invite neighbors home, such as Aryan and his friends, allowing them to use her body in the living room, their young cocks ramming her, cum on her breasts and pussy. One day, she fucked the security guard of the building in the stairwell, his rough fingers on her leaking breasts, cumming in her, the threat of getting caught increasing her desire. Rohan didn’t know about these affairs, and there was an added element of clandestine betrayal that heightened her excitement. At night, when Rohan was present at home, she’d provide deliverymen at the door with blowjobs, letting them fuck against the wall, cum trickling down her legs, while Rohan sat in the kitchen, watching, his erection apparent. These meetings were a regular, never-ending flow, Sonia’s body a receptacle for their common fantasies.Office Plays Without Rohan’s Knowledge. At work, Sonia sported a crop top that just below her breasts, displaying underboob, and a short skirt that barely covered her ass, her breasts dripping milk, the top wet. She kept up her clandestine affairs, out of Rohan’s knowledge. At lunchtime, she brought Vikram to the storage area, where he screwed her up against the shelves, his dick deep within, spurting on her clit. Afterwards, she flirted with a new client in the conference room, allowing him to fuck her on the table, his semen splashing her face.
She strutted about the office, leaning over desks, allowing her skirt to ride up, flashing her ass and pussy to anyone who glanced around. In the break room, she “accidentally” spilled coffee on her top and it became see-through, nipples showing clearly. A cluster of male co-workers gathered, gawking, and she offered to let them touch, having them squeeze her breasts, milk squirting out, and finger her pussy. Individually, they raped her one by one in the break room, ejaculating in or on her body, making her a mess, the secrecy fueling her lust. The Unending Whore LifeWeeks became months, and Sonia’s life as a whore grew stronger. With Rohan’s whole-hearted support and encouragement, she investigated all aspects of her sexuality, from public display to clandestine meetings, from group sex to secluded trysts with her husband. Their kids grew up amidst this backdrop, viewing their mother’s behavior as the norm, never raising an eyebrow at the never-ending parade of men and her short dresses.
Thus, whore Sonia lived on, living her whore existence with Rohan, their relationship unconquerable, their lust insatiable, in a world where pleasure had no bounds, their meetings endless, a symbol of their warped, lustful love.