Echoes of Anu – Part 3 (Shattered Silhouettes)

Hello everyone, this is Anu Shain, 30 years old (34D and 5’6 tall) from a Marathi and Telugu background, living abroad for a decade now; I want to share another story with ISS readers.

This story happened right after my previous story, Echoes of Anu – Part 2 (Messy Miracles); this story happened in the year 2012, one night, when unexpected truths and unfiltered gay sex involving my neighbour Mukesh and Sandy shattered my old kinks, leaving me craving my new kinks and desire on my terms.

Continued..!

The flight to Pune had been uneventful, but I found solace in Priya’s light-hearted banter. As we left the terminal, Raju (40 years old, 5’8 tall, stocky body) stood waiting, as punctual as ever.

Raju: “Madam, the car is ready. Shall I take your luggage?”

I smiled faintly, distracted by my thoughts. Once we reached home, Priya leaned close, planting a quick kiss on my lips and biting my lower lip. While Raju dropped my baggage, she tried to squeeze my boob one last time, but I stopped her.

Me: “Raju Ji, please drop Priya at her house it’s just two blocks down the street. ”

Priya: “Bye, Anu. Don’t get too lost in your castle.”

I walked inside, Ma was engrossed in a ritual. Her glance barely registered my arrival. I sighed, retreating to the quiet of my bedroom.

The sight of my bed brought a wave of many horny flashbacks. I slipped off my clothes quickly, craving the feel of hot water washing away the exhaustion and steam in my naked body.

The shower’s warmth enveloped me, my nipples erected, my naked boobs tightened, and my fingers rolled around my shaved pussy while wI andered off Arjun. His words, always calculated, echoed faintly in my head. But before I could dwell on him, an image of Vishnu surfaced in front of my eyes, the quiet confidence in his eyes. Why was I thinking of Vishnu?

The question hung in the steam-filled air, unanswered, as my thoughts spiralled while hot water dripped on my naked body, head to toe.

Stepping out, I stood naked, holding a towel, startled to find Geet (32D sized, 5’5 tall), our maid, unpacking my bags. She blushed, glancing at my naked wet body.

Geet: “Didi, I… I’ll leave now.”

Geet’s shy demeanour made me smile. Without thinking, I stepped forward while wrapped in the towel and hugged her tightly. She froze for a moment, then relaxed in my arms.

Geet: “Didi, you must be tired. Shall I bring you some food?”

Me: “No, Geet. I’m not hungry. I just need to rest for a while.”

She nodded, her eyes filled with a warmth I rarely received from anyone at my home, and her looks shifted to my boobs and butt as if she is trying to find any visible changes in my figure. I watched as she quietly left the room, her presence comforting in its simplicity.

I lay down on my bed and threw my towel on the floor. The softness of the pillows wrapped me in a cocoon of calm. Closing my eyes, hand a pillow, I let the day’s weight slip away, hoping sleep would bring some clarity to my kinky thoughts.

The next afternoon, I woke up naked feeling the weight of the silence around me. I dressed in my casuals and came down. At the dining table, Dad glanced up from his newspaper, surprised.

Dad: “Anu? When did you get here?”

Me: “Last night, Papa. I wanted to—”

Dad: “We’ll talk later, beta. I’m late for a meeting.”

He left before I could finish, his footsteps fading into the familiar rhythm of work. I wandered to the temple room, hoping to see Ma, but she was busy serving offerings, barely acknowledging me. Geet’s humming came from the kitchen as she prepared lunch.

I dialled Priya, but she didn’t pick up. The emptiness settled deeper. Alone at the table, I realised how much I longed for someone, anyone, to truly see me.

The day dragged on in a haze of boredom. I ate a light breakfast, napped for a couple of hours, and then forced myself to finish an assignment by evening. The house felt too quiet, too hollow.

My thoughts drifted to Mukesh (5’11 tall, skinny body), my old school friend and our neighbour. Grabbing my phone; I dialled his number. He answered on the second ring, his voice cheerful.

Mukesh: “Anu! Long time no see. What’s up?”

Me: “I came home for a few days, just bored out of my mind. Can you get some beers, like old times? Let’s catch up.”

Mukesh: “Beers? Good of you, Ms. Good Girl! Give me a couple of hours. Come over to my place; in the meantime, I have something to finish”

I smiled for the first time that day. Finally, something different. An hour later, Geet brought me a plate of steaming parathas.

Geet: “Didi, please eat. You’ve barely had anything today.”

I ate quietly, my mind elsewhere. Finishing up, I noticed Mukesh’s car parked outside his house through the window. He must already be home. Without thinking, I slipped on my sandals and headed over.

Mukesh’s house was familiar territory; I knew my way around. Pushing open the door, I went straight to his room, ready to tease him about the beers.

But as I stepped inside, I froze. Mukesh was sitting on his bed, facing the ceiling, moaning loud, and in front of him was a guy sucking Mukesh’s 6″ dick. It looks like Mukesh is about to cum,; Mukesh’shands are intertwined in the guy’s hair, and their bare-chested bodies are steaming hot. They turned to me, startled.

Mukesh: “Anu! What are you doing here?” Covering his dick.

I stammered, cheeks burning.

Me: “I…I didn’t mean to barge in…”

The room grew silent, and I wished I could disappear. Mukesh broke the silence, standing up and smiling sheepishly, and wrapped a towel.

Mukesh: “Come in, Anu. No need to stand there like you saw a ghost.”

I stepped in hesitantly, my embarrassment still fresh, as the other guy’s naked ass faced me. Mukesh gestured to the guy to cover, who smiled warmly wearing his underwear.

Mukesh: “Anu, meet Sandy (5’9, muscular body). He’s… well, he’s my boyfriend.”

I blinked, struggling to process the words. Boyfriend? Mukesh’s misdemeanour calmed me, and I sat down awkwardly on the floor.

Me: “I didn’t know… You never told me you like men.”

Mukesh: “It’s not something I’ve shared with everyone. But Sandy’s important to me, Anu.”

Sandy: “It’s okay if you have questions. We understand.”
I nodded, my curiosity mingling with unease.

Me: “How long have you two…fucking?”

Mukesh: “Two years. It’s been good. He’s my anchor.”

He handed me a beer, his tone calm and honest. As the conversation flowed, I found myself relaxing, seeing another complicated couple, I hadn’t yet understood how Mukesh had hidden this all these years.

The beers flowed easily as the conversation deepened. Mukesh and Sandy spoke openly, both sitting half-naked in front of me on the floor, and their words shed light on a kink I hadn’t expected.

Mukesh: “It hasn’t always been easy to find a gay partner, Anu. In my college, too, dealing with the girls.. but with Sandy, it felt right both sexually and mentally.”

Me: “Aww..”

Sandy: “People don’t always get it. Sometimes, we get judged in public or hotel rooms… but we don’t let it affect us.”

I listened intently, trying to process the honesty between them. But as the evening wore on, I could sense a shift. Sandy’s gaze flickered between Mukesh and me, his usual calm demeanour now laced with something else, jealousy?

Sandy: “I don’t know, Mukesh. You seem a little too comfortable with her. Maybe it’s time to spice things up.”

Mukesh raised an eyebrow, and before I could speak, he leaned back with a playful grin.

Mukesh: “How about a game of truth or dare?”

Me: “Truth or dare? Seriously?”

Mukesh: “Yes, Anu. Let’s see if you’re as bold as we think you are.”

Sandy: “It’ll be fun, I promise. You can ask us anything.”

I hesitated but found a spark of curiosity stirring within me. This night had taken a turn I never saw coming. As the game began, I used my turns to dig deeper into their kinks.

Me: “Mukesh, truth. What’s the one thing about Sandy that keeps you horny?”

Mukesh: “His blowjob. He knows when to let me horny and when to pull my dick off my pants. It’s his dominance I never knew I needed.”

I smiled, sensing the depth of their lust towards each other. Turning to Sandy, I gave him a dare.

Me: “Make Mukesh hard in less than a minute.”

Sandy accepted with a grin, launching into an impression of Mukesh’s romantic outbursts during his orgasm and talking dirty. Mukesh doubled under his towel, and I realized how much they fuck, and lust for each other. But when my turn came, I lost and reluctantly chose to dare. Sandy’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

Sandy: “Anu, here’s your task, stand up and undress right in front of us, butt naked.”

I froze, my face flushing. Mukesh smirked, clearly amused. This was going to be humiliating, but deep down, I knew Sandy was teasing me. I hesitated, the weight of Sandy’s dare hanging in the air. My heart raced, at the thought of telling everyone about Mukesh, but my thoughts were terrifying and thrilling all at once. Mukesh leaned forward, his voice soft but firm.

Mukesh: “Come on, Anu. You can do this. Just let go for once.”

Something inside me stirred. I stood crushing my top in my feist, the cool night air from A/C brushing my chest.
As I started to strip the top, my body trembled, but with a deep breath, I undressed completely standing naked, covering my nipples with one hand and my shaved pussy with the other.

My pulse pounded in my ears as laughter bubbled up, a mix of exhilaration and fear coursing through my veins. Mukesh and Sandy clapped, their surprise genuine.

Mukesh: “That was… unexpected. But an amazing body you got Anu!”

Sandy: “I’ll admit, I didn’t think you’d do it. Respect.”

Feeling emboldened, I turned to them, a mischievous smile forming.

Me: “Your turn now. I dare both of you to fuck. Right here, right now.”

Their eyes widened, but they exchanged a knowing look, ready to accept the challenge. I sank to the floor folding my legs, the cold bottle of beer in my hand, watching as Mukesh and Sandy moved to bed. The music from Mukesh’s speaker filled the room, its rhythm weaving a spell that turned me.

Sandy kisses Mukesh with effortless on his lips, their lips mingling with their touching each other’s dick. Mukesh stumbled slightly but recovered with a romantic hug, his hand on Sandy’s butt, both of them grinning like animals. The aggression in their movements was infectious to me.

Sandy stepped closer, pulling Mukesh into his arms. Their feet glided across the bed, and for a moment, it felt like time slowed. I imagined myself in Mukesh’s place, Arjun’s strong arms guiding me gently. The warmth of his touch, the way his dick meet my pussy lips with force.

Sandy tossed Mukesh into a doggy, their camaraderie. I pictured Arjun and me fucking like this, carefree and untethered without a condom, our kisses imperfect but full of bites.

Each move, from the sway of their hips to the fuck each other, ignited something within me, a yearning for connection, for lust that felt this alive. I sipped my beer, spread my legs wide open, trying to kiss my boobs with one hand and spread my pussy lips with the other.

Their fucking each other became more spirited with every bang sound they make, their kiss blending bites and fluid, my moan lighting up the room. I couldn’t help myself, I started rubbing my pussy, moaning out loud, encouragement between gulps of my boobs.

Me: “That’s it, Mukesh! Sandy, bang him again! Don’t stop now!”

They paused mid-move, glancing at me, both of their faces flushed, not just from erection, but from my unexpected outburst. Mukesh rubbed his dick, grinning sheepishly. Sandy chuckled, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Sandy: “You’re enjoying this a little too much, Anu.”

Mukesh: “I didn’t know we had such a kink to watch gay sex.”

I flushed, realizing how loud I’d been, but the fuck picked up, and they dove back in. Each individual brought wilder moves, Sandy’s exaggerated twirls and Mukesh’s overly doggy poses. I rubbed harder, my moan growing louder with every bang, until finally, with one last bang, they collapsed onto the floor, breathless, and I reached my orgasm; they jerked their dick and cum on each other.

Their sex was different, yet it mirrored something I longed for, an unguarded kinks, free from expectations. We all started to dress up. Mukesh walked me to the door handing over my top, his usual teasing replaced with a rare sex scene.

Mukesh: “Anu, don’t settle for anything less than what makes you horny. You deserve that.”

Before I could respond, he leaned in and kissed my cheek. It wasn’t romantic, but it carried warmth, a reminder of the secret we shared. Back at home, I walked in with a noticeable glow. Geet, setting the dining table, glanced at me and smirked.

Geet: “I see someone had a good evening.”

I laughed softly, heading upstairs. My mind buzzed with thoughts of romance loosening the grip of my relationship ideals and embracing something freer, more kinky.

I sneek into my bedroom quietly. I undressed and blushed looking in the mirror. I lay in bed, sleep naked pulling me under my horny fantasy, a new sense of possibility filled the room. What lay ahead? I didn’t know, but I’m ready to share my story.

To be continued…