She walked back to Rohan, cum dripping from her face, pussy, and breasts, the camisole a stained rag, her clit glistening, visible to beachgoers who stared, shocked. The kids waved, unbothered, as she slid into the car. That night, in the hotel, Rohan licked her clean, his tongue savoring the cum of five men, licking her clit, her face, her breasts, her arrow of hair. He fucked her then, her pussy slick with use, her moans echoing, the kids asleep, the trip a blur of depravity.
Back home on Thursday, Sonia visited Mrs. Gupta in her white camisole, now stained beyond repair, her 34DD breasts spilling out, clit visible. Aryan, the neighbor’s son, grinned as she leaned over, flashing her pussy, and ran off to play, shouting, “Mom’s at it again!” Mrs. Gupta chatted, oblivious, as Sonia teased, her body buzzing. That night, Sonia straddled Rohan, recounting every thrust, every load of cum, her camisole hiked up, her clit glistening. Rohan licked her clean, his tongue savoring the trip’s sins, then fucked her, their rhythm fueled by her endless craving.
The coastal trip’s depravity lingered in Sonia’s body as the family returned home, the city’s humid air a stark contrast to the salty breeze. The kids, Arjun and Nia, were sprawled on the living room floor, coloring, their giggles a reminder of their unshakable acceptance of Sonia’s nudist ways. She stood in the kitchen, wearing her white camisole, now stained with cum, sweat, and sand from the trip, its sheer fabric clinging to her 34DD breasts, nipples pressing hard against the cotton, the sleeveless armholes gaping to reveal the full side curves of her breasts, nearly popping out. The hem ended at her ass cheeks, leaving her bare below, her vaginal hair trimmed into a sharp arrow pointing to her swollen, glistening clitoris, visible with every step.
Rohan leaned against the counter, his 34-year-old frame tense with arousal, jeans tight. “You fucked fourteen guys in three days,” he said, his voice rough, recalling the beach vendors, truck drivers, temple tourists, and hotel bellboys, their cum dripping from her face and pussy, his tongue cleaning her each night. “My whore’s just getting started.” He stepped closer, his fingers brushing her clit, wet and exposed. “Tonight, I’m bringing guys to you. The park near the apartment. You’ll fuck them in the open, cum dripping, no cleanup. I’ll lick you clean after.”
Sonia’s core clenched, her clit throbbing at the escalation. Rohan bringing men to her, orchestrating her public use, was a new high in their cuckold game. “You want to watch them fuck me,” she whispered, straddling him, the camisole riding up to expose her bare ass and pussy, her breasts spilling out through the armholes, nipples grazing his chest. “Pick the filthiest ones.”
Arjun burst in, Nia trailing. “Mom’s naked again!” Nia giggled, unfazed by her exposed clit and breasts. Arjun grinned, “Always is.” Sonia laughed, tugging the camisole down, though it barely covered her, her heart pounding at their normalcy.