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Monday, June 9, 2014

Seema invited me to her house, when her hubby and children were away during the day.

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Hi friends, it’s been quite some time since I (Paul from Mumbai) could really get some time to sit and write my sexperience which I had after I last shared

with you dear readers here about my episode “Threesome With Sameer And Seema.”

Just let me give a brief intro about ourselves. I got to know Sameer who is around 37 years and Seema who is 35, through one of the different lifestyle websites. To make a long story short, it’s been now 4 years we are going steady in our relationship. We have met for fun on number of occasions and they have also introduced me to two other couples also. But for now it’s all about Sameer, Seema and myself.

Sameer is dark, 5.7, slightly heavy with a pouch. Whereas Seema is fair, 5.5, 36-30-36, and neither too slim nor too fat.

Now, let me dive straight to our story.

On Tuesday, November 12, 2014 - morning around 8am, I get a call from Sameer, saying Seema will call and don’t tell her that “I had informed you that

Seema will call you around 10 am”, and he disconnected the phone. Around 10:00 am sharp I get a call saying, “by 12 noon, all the 3 children will be gone to school and college, so please come home I have a surprise for you”.

At 11:45 am I get a SMS “all have gone come”.

Well, I told my staff that I have to go for a meeting and should be back soon. On reaching Seema’s house, I rang the door bell, and she opened the door hiding behind it without showing herself, as she was sure it’s me, because she saw me through their intercom/main door camera.

And as I slowly walked through the opened door, trying to look why Seema is hiding behind the door. Once I was in, she closed door quickly and hugged me and asked me, “how do I look?” She was in her just below the butt semi-transparent nightie which revealed her boobs covered with pink coloured bra and panty, the latter just covered her pussy and revealed her entire sexy butt.

I had no words to express what I saw! It was really a treat to see Seema in that attire, I was honoured to receive this type of welcome. I hugged tight and I said, “Wow! You really look very sexy and tempting”. I couldn’t resist, I kissed her lips, pressed her boobs, and was alternating press her butt too!

She told me, yesterday night I was really getting horny as I was thinking about you, so I asked Sameer, “Can I call Paul tomorrow when no one is at home and spend some time having fun with him all by myself?” Sameer just nodded his head and said sure you can invite him, it would be a surprise for Paul and he will never say no to you. You know he always want to satisfy your deepest craving for sex, and he is too good at giving you the best and once he is sure that you had enough, he ejaculates his cum into you and relieves himselves. You don’t have to take my permission, Paul and we are now best friends for almost 4 years.

I always was waiting for this opportunity, but didn’t suggest or hinted it to them because I didn’t want Sameer to think that I am too selfish.

She took me straight to their bed room, the view from the 20th floor was so beautiful, it was open green field and marshy area with bright blue sky with nice white clouds, with no other building in the vicinity of Sameer and Seema’s bedroom. So it was like having fun in the open private garden and no other human to disturb us.

I remove her mini nightie, and kissing her forehead, eyes, cheeks, neck and started to kiss her lips, and I was holding her with my left arms on her back and my right hand busy pressing her left boobs. She was trying to get hold off my penis over the pant I was wearing. We were next to the cot and she lifted her left leg and placed it on the edge of the cot and I understood that she wanted me to play with hand on her pussy. I slowly, went down pulled her panty down and she kept her left leg back again on the edge of the cot, and thrust her pussy into my mouth.

I teased her by busy rubbing and kissing her inner thighs, and her pussy was totally wet and dripping down and sliding along her right thigh. I kept on licking and kissing her thighs but didn’t suck or kiss her pussy because I wanted her to beg for it. Between the wide open legs, from below I put both my palms on her butt and pulled her close to my mouth, she said, “Paul suck me and fuck me, I desperately need a good fuck from you, today Sameer is not there to interfere and distraction us. I always wanted only you and me together, so today it’s our day, we don’t have to share our fun. That’s why I called you today. Fuck me any which way you want. I want you to fuck me hard with your six inches penis, I want a deeeepp fuuccck…… She just held my head tightly and turned herself around and just dropped on to the soft bed and lifted her legs and spread it wide open for me to literally suck her pussy. All this while, I was on my knees.

She pulled my hands up to her boobs and with her legs going over my shoulder, with her legs hanging over on to my back and her both the thighs resting on my shoulders, she pulled me closer to her pussy in order to bring it close to my mouth as I was on my knees on the floor at the edge of the cot. The position was so good, I kept on sucking and licking and tongue fucking her for almost 20 minutes or more, and all the while she really moaning and saying, “oh Paully it really good, it’s only you and me today, wow! Its too good, thank you my dear for coming.

After about 5 minutes suddenly, Seema with both her hands on my head, pulled it very hard towards her and made sure that my mouth was on her pussy and she was literally screaming loudly and vigorously shaking as she climaxed and she literally let the fountains of her pussy juice which was all over my face. I couldn’t move my head away, as she had caught me tight with her legs and thighs. I was in that position for a while until Seema calmed down and was relaxed, she let loose her grip on my head. I slowly spread her thighs and licked all the juice. I stood straight up on my knees and looked into her eyes and I saw a smile of satisfaction and gratitude on her face. I got up from the floor, climbed on to her sucked her boobs and putting my arms under her and lifting her head with my palms I kissed her and she kissed me too and said, thank for coming. I said, Seemoo, I love you baby, I am glad you called me and you trust me and for giving all your goodies to enjoy.

We both were in that position for some time, then she pushed me gently so that she can get up. She hugged me. Then she removed my shirt and top undergarment. Sat on the edge of the cot, unbelt my pants and pulled it down, she teased me by playing over my dent in my underwear and then slowly took my cock out and playing with her hand moving it to and fro over it and started to suck it. Every time she knew that my cock was hard and will cum, she pressed it hard to stop it from Cumming. Then she again started the whole process and she did it for about five times.

Then she undressed me totally and made me lie on my back. She climbed up on to the cot and rubbed her pussy which was moist over my mouth, she got up and lay on me and kissed me and moved down to my cock and she positioned herself with her legs on either side of me. Took my cock and slowly pushed it into her wet pussy and started to ride slowly over my cock up and down for about 5 minutes. Then she moved forward and kissed me and her boobs were on my chest and she was moving her pelvis to and fro so that my cock was sliding inside her pussy and her clitoris was getting rubbed and pressed on to my pubic bone.

She got up and lay besides me and said now you fuck me.

I got up and positioned myself with my legs on both side of her. I took my cock and placed on her lips; she caught hold of it and started to suck. I moved down took my cock and kept between her boobs and started to press her boobs. Then I moved my cock and positioned it near her pussy and laid myself on her and was pressing and sucking her boobs. It was fun to suck and press at the same time I was slowly moving my cock forward and backward on her vagina opening without penetrating into the vagina. She good aroused and her pussy was wet and her juice was oozing out and making my cock head move smoothly at the pussy opening.

I moved up, positioned on her with my lips on to her lips and my penis head slightly in her pussy and was moving my pelvis to and from in the process my cock head was just moving slowly in and out. I was just teasing her by not inserting my cock in her pussy fully. In her excitement she started to move her hip against my hip in rhythm with my hip movement so that my cock can go deep into her pussy, but I did not allow it go beyond my cock head. Finally, she could not hold the excited she gave a sudden jerk, my cock moved almost half its length into her vagina, and then I started to pump my cock slowly into her vagina, till it was fully in. I stopped for a few seconds and then pulled it out completely and pushed it into her pussy and started to stroke faster and thrust it deep in.

Once, I realized she is nearing her climax, I started to stroke faster and faster and we both reached our climax at the same time and she squid at the same time I cummed into her pussy fully my load of juice and kept on pressing hard against her pussy so that my cock is fully in her and her clitoris is crushed against my pubic bond. I held her tight and she gripped me hard around my waist with both her legs we both were exhausted and we lay in that position for some time, she relaxed her grip around my waist and her legs slid down on both the sides and I lifted my head and kissed her and she gave a very passionate kiss and I was slowly moving my cock inside her pussy without taking it out. She said, “Paul all these come so naturally to you, I think you should fuck all the women in the presence of their hubbies, to show them how to fuck their own wives and satisfy their sexual cravings”. Oh no, I won’t allow you to do that, you are mine, and only my proud possession.

Her Samsung smart phone started to ring it was lying on the cot, I stretched my hand and picked it up and saw it was Sameers call at 2:18 pm, and gave it to her. She put it on speaker phone mode, answered the call and I was still laying on top of her with a slow rhythmic movement of my cock in her wet pussy. Sameer asked her, “how is it going, Seema?.” She said, “thank you dear for allowing Paul to come over. It was a wonderful time I enjoyed, I am talking to you and he is still laying on me and stroking slowly in my wet pussy, he is so natural, he knows what a woman needs and when, and how to give it, I am grateful to you dear - you brought Paul into our life, thank you dear, well you speak to him.” Sameer asked me, “how was it Paul?” I said, “Sameer you are lucky to have a wife like Seema, she is too good, I must say we are in sync with each other’s movements on bed and she also know how to fuck a man.”

Sameer said, “Paul I know, tonight I will get a treat on bed, every time you come and she enjoy what you do, she get charged up and we have a wonderful night that evening and almost for the next two days Seema is on high charge. Thanks pal.” I too said, “thanks for giving Seema and me the time to spend together, thanks pal.

Sameer said, “you are always welcomed, you made our married life a meaningful one, you enjoy until she say enough for the day.”. Sameer hung up.

Both Seema and I said, “hey we started at 12 noon and we were enjoying it, we didn’t realize who time flew, OMG.”

Seema said, “I am so thrilled how we spend our time together, it was awesome. Paully, you are still laying on me and stroking in and out, in my pussy.

Now I am also wet again, I had 4 orgasms at one go, now why don’t to start again I want, you are also to be satisfied and now don’t think of my satisfying me, you fuck me and cum into me again, enjoy fucking this Seema, I want to see you enjoy fucking me.” OK let go and we wound up after this last fuck, so that the house is back to normal when the children returns from school for the day.

We had lunch together and as we were enjoying, Seema said, “Paul I don’t know how to put it across to you?”

I said, “go on Seemoo”.

Do you remember last month I introduce you to a couple, Priya and Mohan? I said, “yes what happened? Priya’s hubby is not good on bed and he knows his own limitations. So, he has said to her, see if any of your friends can help you out. Since her hubby said that, Priya approached me.

The main reason for asking you to come today was because I want to spend time with you. But I thought - If you don’t mind can we both help her. I asked Seema, “how can we both help her.” Can I ask her to join us for fun? I asked Seema, “What about her other members of the family.”

Seema said, “She has no children, because of her hubby’s problem, and he is always on the move and he is OK if she can help herself find a solution.

We can meet at their house for fun. No one visits her. What do you say?” Well, are you comfortable, if it’s OK with both of you, I would be too happy to be a part of it. The door bell range, the youngest son of Seema has come from school so we didn’t discuss any more on the topic. But it was mutually accepted. May be I have another nice sexperience to share in the near future.

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Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Parul Sood, Rohit Shukla & Vibhor Goyal :An Awesome Threesome

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Parul was Rohit’s wife. This story perhaps would have remained a fantasy and she would not have written it had it not been for the prodding of an internet friend. Vibhor was an old friend of Rohit’s. Although Vibhor was vaguely fond of her ever since Rohit had married her, it was the first time when he first saw her in a skirt that he realized that she turned him on quite a lot. This realization was both arousing and disturbing…after all she was not just another girl but the wife of a very dear friend.
It was a pleasant surprise when a particular incident took place. He had visited their house. She, like most Indian women normally wore only Indian clothes and that day was no exception. It was nothing very daring, quite the opposite if anything. It was knee length and loose, made of some light material with a close floral print. But when she sat down, she smoothed the skirt carefully over her buttocks, and the curve held Vibhor’s gaze. When she crossed her legs, the hem of the skirt rode to just above the knee, and Vibhor could make out that the legs were soft and cushiony. She had shaved her legs or perhaps removed the hair in some other way due to which the skin was smooth and polished. She had caught him looking at her body on that occasion, and the glimmer of a smile had said “naughty, naughty!” She had not been angry, neither had she ignored his gaze.
Vibhor and Rohit had been childhood friends and had been together not only in school but also in the university. While Vibhor had started his own company here in Jaipur, Rohit and Parul had gone to the Hyderabad for a couple of years. When they came back, Vibhor again started visiting them and was pleased to notice that Parul had remained much the same. She had never been what one would call a great beauty, but she definitely was beautiful. She had a pleasant face with a nice smile, and black eyes which now seemed more playful than before. Her figure was much the same, tall and on slimmer side, but with breasts that were appropriate and seemed to be still firm. Her black hair came to her shoulders.

This evening her legs were encased in tight Indian pajamas, called churidars, and appeared to be as soft and cushiony as he remembered them. Her feet were bare as Indian women normally remain at home. Her manicured toes were painted a bright red and dainty anklets added to the sensuality.

It was at dinner that the first incident took place. Vibhor was seated next to her at the corner of the table and they all had had some good wine to go with the food. Vibhor shifted his position slightly and felt his knee brush against something under the table. He saw the slight start she gave and realized it was her leg. Vibhor immediately drew his leg away but not before noticing the naughty smile that she gave him. What exactly was that? The smile of a good host or something more amorous?

Bemused, he waited for a while and then moved his knee towards her under the table, ever so slowly. He felt it register against something soft and warm and he knew it was her leg again. This time she didn’t pull away. Feeling bolder, he moved his leg a little more and felt the flesh of her leg press harder against him.

They sat like that for a couple of moments. The sensation was incredible. He could feel a warm glow start to form where their legs were pressing. Vibhor could feel a raging hardon in his pants. But above the table, Parul continued to converse as though nothing at all was the matter. Vibhor did likewise, though his sentences were jerky and somewhat monosyllabic.

He then started to rub his leg up and down against hers, slowly and softly and then harder against her. Her lips parted in a slight gasp, but she did not move away. Soon his leg was caressing her hard under the table. No one noticed, and there was no sign of anything going on except for an ever so slight heaving of Parul’s bosom and the occasional flick of her tongue against her lips. Vibhor was finding it difficult to concentrate on the dinner. It was getting too hot. Vibhor was worried that either Rohit or his wife would notice something. He moved his leg back and saw Parul exhale softly. He guessed that perhaps she had had enough. His attention moved back to the food and the conversation.

Then to his utter surprise, he felt Parul’s bare foot against his. He could distinctly feel her toe ring, dainty as it was against his foot as she moved it right from his toe to his heel. The feel of flesh against flesh was getting to be too much when she withdrew the foot. Now, she pressed her leg quite definitely against his, and then, even more amazingly, he felt her other leg as well against his leg from the other side. She pressed her legs together and his leg was now held firmly between soft and warm female flesh on both sides. She started to move both her legs very slightly together. It was as though her legs were a vagina fucking his leg. She continued in this way, alternating the movement of her legs, so his own limb felt as though it was being corkscrewed. Vibhor felt that he would come in his pants there and then. He stole a glance at her. For a moment she looked at him and the sight was stunning. Her lips were parted and her skin was slightly flushed. Her breath was coming shallowly and she was clearly trying to hold down her gasps. But it was the eyes more than anything else that was mind-blowing. They were half closed and had a sleepy languorous look in them, a look that a woman gives when she is close to orgasm.

Then all of a sudden the spell was broken. Parul got up and announced that she would be bringing in the dessert. Rohit and Vibhor quickly polished off the last of the dinner. In a short while they were all relaxing in the drawing room, with the contentment that comes after an excellent meal and good company. Parul had completely recovered her poise and there was no sign whatsoever of what had transpired so recently. Soon it was time for the goodbyes as Parul and Rohit left. A quick smile was the last memory that Vibhor carried of the evening. He was still very horny when he went to bed and his state of arousal was a surprise albeit a pleasant one thanks to Parul.

The next morning, Vibhor found himself somewhat racked by guilt about what had happened. He did not know whether he should be happy or tense. However he resolved not to do anything that would bring him close to Parul. Days passed uneventfully. Vibhor’s mother in law had been ailing for quite some time and Vibhor’s wife Anju had to be with her mother. It was thought that this arrangement would be for a while only but it had to be extended because Anju’s mother’s recovery was painfully slow. Anju’s brother’s wife had volunteered to stay but she was in the family way and doctors had advised rest; so Vibhor had been without his wife for almost two months at a stretch.

One day Vibhor was again in town to attend a seminar. He was staying in a hotel and decided to visit Parul and Rohit. He had tried to get in touch with Rohit but his cell phone was off. He nevertheless did visit them and was greeted by Parul.

“Hi! What a pleasant surprise!” She said exuberantly. “Why didn’t you telephone?”

Vibhor was approaching the coming moments with trepidation.

“I just thought I would give you a surprise.” He said.

“Come on right in.” she said. “Where is your luggage?”

“Well, I do have my bag in the trunk, although I have checked into a hotel and the clothes are in the hotel only.”

“Are you crazy? Checking into a hotel? Indeed!” she said scornfully. “Go and get the things from the car right away. When you get back inside, just make yourself at home. I’m going to take a quick shower and clean up a bit”, she said.” Relax; you seem as nervous as an escaped convict. If its okay with you I will take a shower; what I will do is to leave the door open. You come in with your things and click the door shut. And certainly is there any need for you to bother about things like, well, clothes?”

Vibhor smiled sheepishly. He had no option so he dragged himself to the car, got out the briefcase and entered the drawing room. His shoes were dirty and they were pump ins, so he took them off so as not to muddy the marble floor of the house. His entry into the drawing room therefore made no noise. He could see the living room where he was supposed to keep his luggage so rather than wait in the drawing room for Parul he decided to go to the living room.

It was quite by accident, but when he turned to go into the living room, he caught a glimpse of Parul, in her bedroom. Vibhor froze in place, and felt like he couldn’t quit staring at her.

He was looking down the hallway. Her door was halfway open, with a door-sized, full-length mirror on the almirah that was visible. He was actually seeing a reflection of Parul, in the mirror.

She stood, totally naked. Her back was mostly toward the almirah and thus it was her posterior that was visible to Vibhor. He had a full on-side view of her. She was moving casually, as she had finished kicking her clothes away from around her sexy feet.
Vibhor felt very embarrassed for having seen her like that, but it was also a big turn on for him. His heart was pounding and his hands trembled with anticipation.

He was now carefully out of her sight, so she could not see him, but although he knew that what he did was not right he still tried to see her. He couldn’t help it, as he stood, mesmerized at her beauty.

Vibhor fervently wanted her to turn. He was getting horny, and she did exactly what he wanted her to do. She turned toward the mirror, rewarding him with a full frontal view of her very fit body.

In the brief moments that he saw her reflection in the mirror, he experienced a real treat. She was a fair girl, 5 feet six inches tall with jet black hair and a body that could be described as stunning. Her 34B chest was complimented by a shapely butt and legs. Her complexion was an attractive whitish one. She had a flat hard stomach and firm generous breasts with delightful light brown nipples. Surprisingly it took the little nobs very little stimulation to get erect and at times this proved to be a source of major embarrassment for Parul, especially if she was without a bra. Her body was lightly muscled and glowing with health. Her pubic mound was smooth except for a vertical line of hair which obviously was there just as a fashion accessory since they did nothing to hide her labia which lips were slightly off tone to the rest of her skin, having just a slight pinkish hue and somewhat puffy. She stood there for a while lost in her thoughts but this proved to be a blessing for Vibhor for he continued staring at her. After what seemed like just a fraction of a second to Vibhor, Parul entered the bathroom and the fantastic view was lost.

The cool water cascading down the contours of her shapely body relaxed her tremendously. For a moment she closed her eyes and then opened them again to watch her reflection in the mirror. Although she was 30 plus old, Parul still did not look a day older than 25.

She watched fascinated as the water ran down with its full gravitational force over her pierced belly button before its speed was temporarily arrested by the pubic hair and then finally having made its way out it again regained the same force to finally fall at her bare feet where it made little puddles.

After she disappeared into the bathroom, Vibhor sighed, and relaxed, realizing he had a hard-on, straining in his tight Levi jeans. He was frustrated and confused. What exactly did she have in mind. Sure, the house was new and the doors were creaking, he himself had seen that but did she not know that he could perhaps see her as she stripped? But she was not in front of the door. In fact he had seen her reflection so it was not as if she deliberately wanted to expose herself and how was she to know that he would be there ogling! On the other hand what about all those hot footsies. It was possible that she was having just some fun. Or was it he who was just having fun at the expense of an unsuspecting housewife?

He went into the spacious living room to watch some television, trying to forget what he had seen. He looked out of the window at the bright blue sky; the wind was still blowing hard.

In the back of his mind, Vibhor was listening to the shower running. He found himself rubbing his swollen cock, through his jeans. The coarse and rough material of the cloth was adding to his discomfort especially when juxtaposed with the shaped pussy that he had seen. It was getting to be too much. He just wanted Rohit to arrive. If nothing all this tantalizing and tease would end. He heard the shower stop, and he listened intently as Parul moved mysteriously, in the bathroom.

At that moment the phone rang, startling Vibhor into jumping from his chair. He was stunned and just stared at it on the end table.

Parul came bounding out of the bathroom, wrapping her robe around her, as she ran to the phone. She was still wet, her hair dangling in her eyes, and the wetness causing the robe to cling to her sexy curves.

She had managed to tie the robe sufficiently by the time she answered the phone.

“Hello”, Vibhor heard her say. “Well, when do you think it will be”?

It was obvious that Rohit had called and I was hearing a one-sided conversation.

“I love you, too”, he heard her tell Rohit. “No, please don’t worry, I already told him he would need to stay. Well, we have the mattress in the family room”.

At this point, Vibhor felt as if he had become a burden. He felt like he was in the way, and causing an inconvenience. He could tell that they were discussing where to have him sleep, and knowing this made him nervous.

As Parul talked on the phone, Vibhor sat in the rocking chair, not five feet in front of her.

He was trying to cover his erection by leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. Her elusive mound was only hidden by a few inches of terry cloth.

The sight was intoxicatingly hot. Parul’s light blue robe, though knee length, had split open below the waist, when she sat down. Vibhor did not know whether she realized it but he did not want to be caught staring. Caught up in the phone conversation, her entire legs were showing, as the split robe had fallen easily along both sides of her long, well-toned legs. With guilt, he imagined himself kissing her smooth inner thighs.

In the moments that seemed to go on for a lifetime, Vibhor again noticed that she had very smooth, freshly shaved legs, her bare feet adorned by the light golden anklets that he had noticed before. Her toenails were trimmed neatly and painted with the red polish that had arrested his attention previously.

His trance was ended as he heard Parul ending her conversation.

“Ok dear, be careful, and we’ll see you soon”. “Bye, bye”.

As she hung up the phone, Vibhor was nervous. Here was this young lady almost fully nude and absolutely alone with her husband’s friend but had a cocky air about her that was unsettling. To add to his discomfiture his mind was constantly fixated on the wonderful body that the bath robe hid. He wanted to tell her that he would just leave, but before he could say anything, she spoke first.

She smiled, looking directly into his eyes. “I have good news and bad news, which would you like first”, she teased, with a grin?

“You need to give me the bad news first”, Vibhor said.

Perhaps she could sense his nervousness, and she clasped her hands together, in front of her, still smiling. He couldn’t but help notice the slight cleavage of her ample breasts that came into view.

“The bad news is that we have only one bedroom here”, she said with a calming effect. She still tried to put him at ease, by quickly adding, “The good news is that Rohit is headed home, and will be here within an hour. Meanwhile why don’t you make yourself comfortable. I’ll give you a pair of Rohit’s shorts.”

Following her was a pleasant treat. Her petite ass cheeks were clinging to her robe, giving Vibhor a pretty good idea of reality. The dampness of her skin had made the robe stay snugly in the crack of her small ass.

She opened a door on the other side of the well lit kitchen, leading him into a cozy room.

With a big couch and a TV it would be crowded for a mattress, but he could hardly say that he wanted to share the bedroom. He kept his bag down, looking around. He then saw the mattress, as she pointed to it, leaning on the wall behind the couch.

“If you wouldn’t mind, could you help me to drag the mattress over to the center”, she asked, her robe gaping open around her firm tits?

“Ya, no problem”, Vibhor stated, already grabbing hold of it.

She tried to help, but Vibhor said it was fine. Just as he was placing it in position, he caught her staring at the huge lump in his pants. She stared for several seconds, and then shifted her questioning eyes to his…there was a naughty playfulness in them but it only added to Vibhor’s discomfiture. As she did this, embarrassment took over and he rapidly looked elsewhere, trying to defuse the situation. Was she really surprised that he should have an erection? Something inside him said that if she was really unaware that he had seen her nude, well her surprise was understandable. But what about the knee fucking that he had been a part of?

She didn’t say anything for a few seconds more, and then beginning to speak, she made her eyes look off to the side.

“Well, why don’t you go ahead and relax. After I finish getting my hair brushed and throw on something to wear, I’ll get the bed made up”. She said opening the Almirah and giving him a pair of loose Bermudas.

The day’s developments had left Vibhor somewhat exhausted. He had stripped down to the bermudas, getting ready to lie down.

Just as he was looking around for the light switch to turn off the light, he heard a timid knock on the door. He had not latched the door fully shut, and it opened freely as Parul knocked.

It was quite by accident and coincidence, but as she entered with a couple of clean towels and washcloths, they were suddenly standing only inches apart.

Because of the sexual tension of the day Vibhor’s cock, while not hard, was swollen and enlarged. Since the opening fly on Rohit’s bermudas was gaping open, his cock was visible to the visitor. He had no idea that Rohit owned bermudas which had to be zipped up. God!! Nobody bought shorts/boxers/bermudas these days which had a fly of all the things. And in his tearing hurry to ease the tension on his cock, he had not bothered to check.He was dumbfounded, and she was apparently embarrassed.

“I ..I’m sorry, I ..didn’t mean …to ..” Her voice just trailed off, as she was froze in place. She stared at his cock, which, on its own accord, had fallen out the fly of the shorts.

The whole thing only lasted about 10 seconds, but time seemed to stand still. Her eyes were still fixated on his growing cock; as he was trying to pull up the zip. It however wasn’t very easy to shove a rapidly rising hard-on and pull up the zip.

He apologized with embarrassment, as he tried to hide his cock with one hand and tried to shove it back into the shorts.

“It’s my fault, and I shouldn’t have come charging in”.

Ignoring the cock, she held out the towels.

“I thought you might need these. Feel free to shower any time”, she said, as she backed away.

She again stammered an apology, as she hastily left the room.

The sexual tension of the entire day was a trifle too much.

He wanted to jerk his cock, but after so many comical events, he was apprehensive that he would surely get caught, if he did. Still, he couldn’t get over the look on Parul’s face, as she locked her eyes onto his cock.

The way she made those last comments made him feel guilty and embarrassed. He wondered if seeing his hard cock bulge had made her feel uneasy, here, in her own home. But the question that kept bothering him was what did this woman want. He decided to shower instead of lying down and after that wore the article of clothing that she had left for him. This time he took good care to ensure that the zip went up.

She didn’t come out of her bedroom for a long time, which made him even more fearful, that he may have offended her. She did emerge a little before her husband arrived. She was wearing a light cream colored skirt that was knee length. It made him happy because this way at least he would get to see her legs for the rest of the evening.

She appeared to be in the mood for conversation but just as things started moving, Rohit arrived.

“Hi there!” he said warmly shaking hands. ” That’s a pleasant surprise.” He kept his briefcase on the wooden cabinet and said that he would be back soon after taking a wash and that they would have drinks and dinner together.

What happened after Rohit went to the bathroom was something that amazed Vibhor even more. Just as the sound of the water cascading down started coming, Parul said that it was very warm and putting her hands under the elastic bands of her skirt, she pulled down her panty. For a moment it lay on her bare feet and she then bent down picked it up and throwing it at Vibhor went into the kitchen. Since a panty could do precious little to add to the heat it was clear that she was teasing him. It was a thong panty light blue in color and the last thing Vibhor wanted was to get caught by Rohit with his wife’s panty in his hands. But this was in a way his dream come true. The panty would certainly be his companion in lonely nights.

While Rohit was having a bath, she arranged for some cake and coffee and invited Vibhor to join her. That sounded quite welcome and Vibhor, full of eager anticipation went into the dining room. She had just finished setting out the cake and coffee.

To his surprise, he saw that she had arranged for them to be seated across one another at the corner of the table.

He sat down and she heaped some cake onto his plate.

He started on the cake. Just then, he felt a slight touch against his leg. He knew immediately it had to be her leg. Vibhor felt a wonderful feeling wash over him.

He looked up at her and smiled.. On an impulse he did nothing, and went back to the cake.

He felt her foot again. This time it was not just a touch. It rested against his leg and then quite definitely started to rub up and down.

“You’re eating very slowly” she said and her voice had become throaty.”Don’t you like cake? ”

She teased her hair again and her foot became more insistent against Vibhor’s leg.

She said nothing, just looked at him with those half parted lips. Her eyes had become very dark now, and that intoxicating look was inviting and bemusing at the same time.

Vibhor responded to her touch by rubbing his foot againts her anklets and attempted to hold her toes with his hands

“That’s NICE.”. She smiled as she looked in his eyes while he massaged her foot.

She felt brazen for the first time in her life. She bent her foot slightly enough for her large toe to push against the front of his trunks. She could feel the hardness of his prick. Vibhor didn’t say anything as he released her foot from his hand. Her toes moved up his shaft and back down to the base.

“You give good toe.” He laughed as she continued to explore his length and hardness.

“I thought you were shy and conservative.” Vibhor added as she moved her foot down to his knee so her toes could move up under the bottom of his trunks.

“I am.” She giggled again. “But what makes you think that I am not shy?”

Vibhor jumped as her toe maneuvered its way all the way up to his balls. She twisted her foot until her toe pushed up the fine elastic enough for her toes to get underneath. She moved almost her whole foot up his side and turned her body so her foot pressed against his naked prick.

“God. How did you do that?” He asked as her toes again moved up and down his prick. She felt the pre-com on the tip and moved her toe around and around the crown. She curled her toes and slightly gripped the side of his shaft enough to pull the tight skin downward and back up. She was jerking him off with one foot.

Vibhor too attempted to move his foot under her skirt. He still had her panty in his pocket.

“Don’t. Please let me.” She complained as her foot moved up and down his length faster and faster. Vibhor couldn’t believe what was happening as he felt ready to burst. As the hot fluids gushed out and smashed against his trunks a blinding bright light exploded in his face. “Shit.” He exclaimed.

“Look what it did to me!” he said, embarrassed just as they could hear the sound of the tap being turned off. Parul threw her head back and laughed. He watched mesmerized at her effervescence.

“You’ll keep sitting there with your shorts all wet and sticky?”

” I… I think I’ll go and change.” Vibhor stammered.

“That’s a bright idea. There are more shorts in the same almirah.”

As Vibhor was leaving, he saw a smiling Parul massaging the few droplets of cum into her legs.

“What are you staring at? Rohit will have to wait for you. Be quick.”

“Sure, I’ll do that.”

“Hi! Vibhor!. Its has been long real long but the good thing is that you made it.” Rohit said warmly embracing him. Dinner was laid and finished quickly. Most of the conversation was carried on by the men folk and though Vibhor expected some below the table footwork none was forthcoming. Vibhor retired to his room while Rohit proceeded to his own room saying that he had had a hard day at work.

“Love. I’ll just join you.” She whispered in her husband’s ear.

“Sure. But don’t be too late.” Rohit mumbled sleepily.

Through slits in his eyes, Vibhor could tell she was in the kitchen, as he saw a shadow move. The door then opened and there stood Parul, again. She had the light from the kitchen on her, and he could clearly see her beauty. She stood there for a few moments, maybe checking to see if Vibhor had awakened.

He made his breathing deep and she took to bait.

Parul walked slowly over to where Vibhor was sleeping. She slowly kneeled down, next to the mattress, still staring at his cock.

Vibhor decided to give her a little show. In his sleep, he flexed his cock muscles, making his rock hard shaft move a bit. He heard her gasp and take in a quivering breath.

In a way, he was so turned on; he silently hoped she would allow him to make love to her. He had mixed emotions about it.

He worried about his friendship with Rohit, and what if he ever knew that he had fucked his wife. Vibhor couldn’t take it any more. He decided that if she made a move on he would fuck her.

She was absolutely beautiful. He could smell her perfume, and it was having a tremendous effect on him. She was moving slightly and he was trying to figure out what she was doing.

Vibhor had pre-cum nearly ready to drop from the end of his dick. He watched as Parul slowly moved her right hand to his cock. Her hand was shaking with nervous anxiety, and her breathing was deep and rapid. She then took a deep breath and grasped his cock in her hand.

Her petite fingers did not quite wrap all the way around the girth of his cock. Seeing the contrast of her hand and his dick, he knew she could easily hold two hands on his cock and still have some stick out at the top. Knowing this was driving him wild.
Parul began a slow, sensual stroking action. She moved his cock up and down, her warm skin inviting sure passion.

There was no way Vibhor would last very long. The sensations were beyond description. He began to stir, and moan then opened his eyes, looking at Parul. To his utter amazement, she did not stop or change her actions, at all. She looked into his eyes and smiled.

Vibhor opened his mouth a bit, as if he was going to say something.

Parul just put her index finger from her free hand, onto his lips, as if to say, don’t speak. He closed my mouth around that finger, licked it, and then kissed it. Parul took this as a sign of approval, and started pumping his cock a bit faster. Her pajama top bounced with every stroke of her hand, due to her swaying tits.

Vibhor was not sure of her intentions. At this rate, he would cum, in no time at all. If she planned to fuck, it would have to be a second thing, so to speak, since the orgasm was getting near.

His mind raced as she sent a million sensations through his cock. Maybe she was only planning on helping him to get my rocks off. If that were the case, he would soon know, because he was getting close to orgasm.

He wondered if she had thoughts of putting her mouth down on his cock? He also wondered if she had a desire to feel his length push deep inside her? He had a lot of mind-boggling questions like that as he watched this beautiful woman, stroking his cock.

He raised his right hand, taking her left tit and squeezing it. She did not try to stop him.

She continued to use her hand, loosely gripping his manhood, stroking up and down its length. He felt the orgasm building deep within his loins. His cock began do swell and spasm.

She could sense what was happening and grabbed one of the towels, she had brought to him earlier. Not missing a beat of his cock, she used her free hand, draping the towel over his stomach. He now figured that there would be no oral sex, but was still grateful for the relief she was giving him.

The feelings were intense, as her sexy hand manipulated his pulsing cock. He tensed up nearly every muscle in his body, as he began to cum. She felt it coming and pumped his cock even faster, tilting his shooting rocket downward. He shot out several pulses of long, thick, pearly ropes of cum, watching them land on the towel.

Looking at Parul’s hand, he could see the remaining ejaculated cum, resting on her fingers, running down to his stomach and pubic hair. She slowed her stroking motion but continued, milking every bit of the fluid that she could get.

She was smiling as she gently took the towel, softly cleaning his cock and her hand. She reached up with her left hand, scooping some cum from his cheek, and bringing it to her mouth, sampling a taste. She licked her lips and moaned, finishing the process of wiping up any more cum. Through this whole thing she had not spoken a word, until now.

“I wanted to do something for you. I hope it felt good to you and relieved some built up tension”, she said, as she leaned down, giving him a simple kiss on the cheek.

With that, she gently tucked his cock back into his shorts. She then reached for the blankets, pulling them up to properly cover him. He watched with quiet gratitude, as she tucked him in, quietly rising to her feet and leaving the room.

She did not pull the door shut as she walked out into the kitchen, and he watched as she disappeared, switching the kitchen light off.

“You awake?” she said to Rohit as she slipped off her top.

“Yes.” He said as heis wife snuggled up to him clad only in a panty.

“Vibhor asleep?” he asked.

“I guess so.”

“The door to his room is open. Don’t you feel it sexually exciting that another man is here and you are well, almost nude.” He said.

“Yes. It does. You….you have seen him nude?”

“Yes. Naturally. Just as your girlfriends would have seen you nude, same with him and me. You would like to see his cock? If he is asleep, could you enter his room this way? He too may be sleeping naked.” Rohit asked his cock stiffening finding the very idea arousing that his friend and wife could be naked with only darkness hiding them from one another.

“Sure, what’s the hitch. I’ll just have to take off my anklets so that the tingle doesn’t wake him up or else I’ll be caught almost nude by him.”

“So, take them off and take a round. If you are lucky you will see his cock. Whatever we’ll make love thereafter.”

Parul did as told. Vibhor appeared to be asleep but Rohit was right. Being in the same room almost nude did inject a lot of sexual tension in her. She returned and found Rohit to be quite aroused. They made love taking care to ensure that the moans did not wake up their friend. Thereafter they lay down to sleep.

He lay there, still breathing heavily, contemplating what had just transpired. It truly did feel good, and it also served to relieve a lot of built up tension.

He was entranced with her actions as he stared into the dark.

He hoped that doing what she had done would not have a negative impact on their friendship, between the three of them.

Staring into the dark, he went into a dreamy daze, falling asleep.

The next thing he realized, he was awakened by the sensation of movement.

Parul had eased out of bed, and crept out into the hall. She was wearing nothing except panties which she had been wearing when she had entered the room after some conversation with her husband.

She quietly opened the door to the spare room, stepped in, and shut it behind her. Vibhor had passed out a few minutes ago, and was a bit of a heavy sleeper himself. She stood beside the bed, looking at him, deciding if she should continue. This was NOT like her! She was never aggressive! She never took chances! Now here she was, doing both, and all for this new, beautiful cock. She just convinced herself.

She moved the blanket off of him, and he lay sleeping before her in his boxer shorts. Parul grabbed the elastic and forced quickly down to his knees, unleashing his soft penis. Tingles of excitement went through her at the sight. She couldn’t believe he didn’t wake up yet! Well, she knew how to get him up.

Gently straddling his legs, she lifted his soft penis and slipped the entire thing into her warm mouth, easily. Her long hair tickled around his crotch. He awoke into a state of half sleep, suddenly feeling good. Vibhor grew inside her mouth, and before he was completely hard he woke up entirely. It didn’t take him long to know exactly what was going on – Parul was sucking his cock!

He moaned, reaching down and running his fingers through her long hair as he became fully erect in her mouth. Feeling him grow like that in her mouth had Parul’s panties become even wetter, and she began to bob her head eagerly up and down on his lap. ‘ slurp slurp’ she sucked silently on his cock, her lips gliding up and down his shaft .

He could hear her slurps, and he could see her and the half-light of the moon that poured in through the window. She was giving him an amazing blowjob. What sort of a woman was this, he would never be able to understand. If this was what she wanted to do, then what was the need to masturbate him in the first place. More importantly, would this finish with this blowjob or lead to something more.

Parul couldn’t keep going. She needed to slide him into her dripping wet pussy. She pulled him out of her mouth and knelt straight up. Reaching up under her long shirt, she slid two thumbs into her panties and began to slide them down. She raised one leg and slipped it down off her foot. She pulled her panties off the other leg, crawling up the bed as she dropped them on the floor. She was breathing heavily, turned on beyond description and was fully nude.

Parul reached underneath her with her small hand, even before she got into position, and grabbed his thick member. She raised his manhood straight up into the air and moved her pussy over it. He could feel her wet slit pressing against the tip of his cock as she ran him quickly to her entrance. She let go of his cock when it was in position, and pressed down.

The soaking wet petals of her treasure parted, the foreskin rolled back and the head of his penis slipped inside. “Ohhhh…” she sighed, falling forward such that she was holding herself up by her arms. She pushed down hard, and Vibhor’s entire cock slid quickly into her vagina.

“Ohhhh!” she moaned louder. She felt so full! He was really stretching her so wide! She pressed her crotch hard against him and she began to kiss his cheek, keeping him inside her. His lips found hers and they kissed urgently. Her tongue darted into his mouth, exploring him as she kept him inside her.

He sent his own tongue back into her mouth, his hands sliding up her thighs until he gripped an ass cheek in each hand. He began to hump upwards, sliding in and out of her horny pussy using small strokes – she still would not let him out of her too far!

Vibhor slid his hands off her ass and up her back. They broke the kiss, and Parul sat up and her bare breasts engaged his attention. He had seen them before but was seeing them for the first time with her consent and knowledge. The light was dim, but he still was able to admire her nice figure. Her breasts were on the larger side but still firm, her nipples were rock hard, and she was practically jutting them out at him, as if urging him to take them.

He leaned up, his big hands holding her small back as he sucked a thick brown nipple into his mouth. She sighed above him as he ran his tongue in a circle around one breast, before kissing over to her other one. In the meantime, he was subtly humping his hips upward, still staying deep inside her, but moving slightly in and out. He reached around and cupped a breast in each hand, squeezing them gently as he continued to tease them with his mouth and tongue.

Her hands ran through his short hair as she looked down at him, watching him manipulate her tits, feeling his penis slide just a little bit out of her, and then back in her. He felt so good, so different inside her. She began to ride him, unable to help herself as she increased the strokes.

Vibhor released her breasts and lay back in the bed as Parul began to slide her pussy far up his cock until it nearly popped out of her before jamming it back inside. His hands slid down to her ass, squeezing it as he watched her ride him with abandon. “Unh! Unh!!” her moans began to escape – she couldn’t help it!

The orgasm that he had waited all day for was fast approaching. Gripping her ass tightly, Vibhor forced her to bounce up and down on him even harder. He, in turn, fucked upwards, meeting each thrust. She was gasping for breath, his cock slamming so deep inside her over and over.

In no time, her orgasm struck. She slid her pussy all the way down his penis, rubbing it against him as the intense feelings hit her full force. Her heart was pounding, her vagina was convulsing, her entire body was tingling as she came hard. “Ohhhhhhh!” she let out her breath finally as she began to regain her senses.

Vibhor was so turned on that he couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t give her the time she desperately needed to recover. He lifted her off of him easily, and dropped her on her back beside him. He scrambled on top of her and the she opened her legs for him instinctively.

He looked down as the engorged helmet pressed against her swollen pussy lips. He slipped into her easily, and pushed his entire cock into her warmth. Parul raised her legs in the air, opening them wide for him as he held himself up on his arms above her.

He gave her a powerful thrust. “Ohh!” she cried, pleasure shooting up her spine as his thick dick shot deep inside her. He began to fuck her with abandon, she turned him on too much. He jackhammered in and out of her suitably lubricated pussy, her pretty feet were flailing above his thrusting ass.

The bed was squeaking a little under the intense force of his thrusts. Her lovely were bouncing up and down to the rhythm, she was biting her lip to reduce the volume of her moans.

He was losing it. It was beyond his control. His cock pistoned in and out of her a few more times before, finally, he slid his penis out of her vagina with an audible ‘slurp’.

Vibhor moaned, dick spasming in his hand. A long, thick stream of white fluid shot out the end of his rod and splattered across her taut stomach, some of it even catching the underside of her breast.

Parul was gasping for breath, chest heaving as she watched more of his cum fire out in a thick stream, again landing on her tanned belly. It felt so hot on her stomach, and it turned her on tremendously.

She didn’t come out of her bedroom for a long time, which made him even more fearful, that he may have offended her. She did emerge a little before her husband arrived. She was wearing a light cream colored skirt that was knee length. It made him happy because this way at least he would get to see her legs for the rest of the evening.

She appeared to be in the mood for conversation but just as things started moving, Rohit arrived.

“Hi there!” he said warmly shaking hands. ” That’s a pleasant surprise.” He kept his briefcase on the wooden cabinet and said that he would be back soon after taking a wash and that they would have drinks and dinner together.

What happened after Rohit went to the bathroom was something that amazed Vibhor even more. Just as the sound of the water cascading down started coming, Parul said that it was very warm and putting her hands under the elastic bands of her skirt, she pulled down her panty. For a moment it lay on her bare feet and she then bent down picked it up and throwing it at Vibhor went into the kitchen. Since a panty could do precious little to add to the heat it was clear that she was teasing him. It was a thong panty light blue in color and the last thing Vibhor wanted was to get caught by Rohit with his wife’s panty in his hands. But this was in a way his dream come true. The panty would certainly be his companion in lonely nights.

While Rohit was having a bath, she arranged for some cake and coffee and invited Vibhor to join her. That sounded quite welcome and Vibhor, full of eager anticipation went into the dining room. She had just finished setting out the cake and coffee.

To his surprise, he saw that she had arranged for them to be seated across one another at the corner of the table.

He sat down and she heaped some cake onto his plate.

He started on the cake. Just then, he felt a slight touch against his leg. He knew immediately it had to be her leg. Vibhor felt a wonderful feeling wash over him.

He looked up at her and smiled.. On an impulse he did nothing, and went back to the cake.

He felt her foot again. This time it was not just a touch. It rested against his leg and then quite definitely started to rub up and down.

“You’re eating very slowly” she said and her voice had become throaty.”Don’t you like cake? ”

She teased her hair again and her foot became more insistent against Vibhor’s leg.

She said nothing, just looked at him with those half parted lips. Her eyes had become very dark now, and that intoxicating look was inviting and bemusing at the same time.

Vibhor responded to her touch by rubbing his foot againts her anklets and attempted to hold her toes with his hands

“That’s NICE.”. She smiled as she looked in his eyes while he massaged her foot.

She felt brazen for the first time in her life. She bent her foot slightly enough for her large toe to push against the front of his trunks. She could feel the hardness of his prick. Vibhor didn’t say anything as he released her foot from his hand. Her toes moved up his shaft and back down to the base.

“You give good toe.” He laughed as she continued to explore his length and hardness.

“I thought you were shy and conservative.” Vibhor added as she moved her foot down to his knee so her toes could move up under the bottom of his trunks.

“I am.” She giggled again. “But what makes you think that I am not shy?”

Vibhor jumped as her toe maneuvered its way all the way up to his balls. She twisted her foot until her toe pushed up the fine elastic enough for her toes to get underneath. She moved almost her whole foot up his side and turned her body so her foot pressed against his naked prick.

“God. How did you do that?” He asked as her toes again moved up and down his prick. She felt the pre-com on the tip and moved her toe around and around the crown. She curled her toes and slightly gripped the side of his shaft enough to pull the tight skin downward and back up. She was jerking him off with one foot.

Vibhor too attempted to move his foot under her skirt. He still had her panty in his pocket.

“Don’t. Please let me.” She complained as her foot moved up and down his length faster and faster. Vibhor couldn’t believe what was happening as he felt ready to burst. As the hot fluids gushed out and smashed against his trunks a blinding bright light exploded in his face. “Shit.” He exclaimed.

“Look what it did to me!” he said, embarrassed just as they could hear the sound of the tap being turned off. Parul threw her head back and laughed. He watched mesmerized at her effervescence.

“You’ll keep sitting there with your shorts all wet and sticky?”

” I… I think I’ll go and change.” Vibhor stammered.

“That’s a bright idea. There are more shorts in the same almirah.”

As Vibhor was leaving, he saw a smiling Parul massaging the few droplets of cum into her legs.

“What are you staring at? Rohit will have to wait for you. Be quick.”

“Sure, I’ll do that.”

“Hi! Vibhor!. Its has been long real long but the good thing is that you made it.” Rohit said warmly embracing him. Dinner was laid and finished quickly. Most of the conversation was carried on by the men folk and though Vibhor expected some below the table footwork none was forthcoming. Vibhor retired to his room while Rohit proceeded to his own room saying that he had had a hard day at work.

“Love. I’ll just join you.” She whispered in her husband’s ear.

“Sure. But don’t be too late.” Rohit mumbled sleepily.

Through slits in his eyes, Vibhor could tell she was in the kitchen, as he saw a shadow move. The door then opened and there stood Parul, again. She had the light from the kitchen on her, and he could clearly see her beauty. She stood there for a few moments, maybe checking to see if Vibhor had awakened.

He made his breathing deep and she took to bait.

Parul walked slowly over to where Vibhor was sleeping. She slowly kneeled down, next to the mattress, still staring at his cock.

Vibhor decided to give her a little show. In his sleep, he flexed his cock muscles, making his rock hard shaft move a bit. He heard her gasp and take in a quivering breath.

In a way, he was so turned on; he silently hoped she would allow him to make love to her. He had mixed emotions about it.

He worried about his friendship with Rohit, and what if he ever knew that he had fucked his wife. Vibhor couldn’t take it any more. He decided that if she made a move on he would fuck her.

She was absolutely beautiful. He could smell her perfume, and it was having a tremendous effect on him. She was moving slightly and he was trying to figure out what she was doing.

Vibhor had pre-cum nearly ready to drop from the end of his dick. He watched as Parul slowly moved her right hand to his cock. Her hand was shaking with nervous anxiety, and her breathing was deep and rapid. She then took a deep breath and grasped his cock in her hand.

Her petite fingers did not quite wrap all the way around the girth of his cock. Seeing the contrast of her hand and his dick, he knew she could easily hold two hands on his cock and still have some stick out at the top. Knowing this was driving him wild.
Parul began a slow, sensual stroking action. She moved his cock up and down, her warm skin inviting sure passion.

There was no way Vibhor would last very long. The sensations were beyond description. He began to stir, and moan then opened his eyes, looking at Parul. To his utter amazement, she did not stop or change her actions, at all. She looked into his eyes and smiled.

Vibhor opened his mouth a bit, as if he was going to say something.

Parul just put her index finger from her free hand, onto his lips, as if to say, don’t speak. He closed my mouth around that finger, licked it, and then kissed it. Parul took this as a sign of approval, and started pumping his cock a bit faster. Her pajama top bounced with every stroke of her hand, due to her swaying tits.

Vibhor was not sure of her intentions. At this rate, he would cum, in no time at all. If she planned to fuck, it would have to be a second thing, so to speak, since the orgasm was getting near.

His mind raced as she sent a million sensations through his cock. Maybe she was only planning on helping him to get my rocks off. If that were the case, he would soon know, because he was getting close to orgasm.

He wondered if she had thoughts of putting her mouth down on his cock? He also wondered if she had a desire to feel his length push deep inside her? He had a lot of mind-boggling questions like that as he watched this beautiful woman, stroking his cock.

He raised his right hand, taking her left tit and squeezing it. She did not try to stop him.

She continued to use her hand, loosely gripping his manhood, stroking up and down its length. He felt the orgasm building deep within his loins. His cock began do swell and spasm.

She could sense what was happening and grabbed one of the towels, she had brought to him earlier. Not missing a beat of his cock, she used her free hand, draping the towel over his stomach. He now figured that there would be no oral sex, but was still grateful for the relief she was giving him.

The feelings were intense, as her sexy hand manipulated his pulsing cock. He tensed up nearly every muscle in his body, as he began to cum. She felt it coming and pumped his cock even faster, tilting his shooting rocket downward. He shot out several pulses of long, thick, pearly ropes of cum, watching them land on the towel.

Looking at Parul’s hand, he could see the remaining ejaculated cum, resting on her fingers, running down to his stomach and pubic hair. She slowed her stroking motion but continued, milking every bit of the fluid that she could get.

She was smiling as she gently took the towel, softly cleaning his cock and her hand. She reached up with her left hand, scooping some cum from his cheek, and bringing it to her mouth, sampling a taste. She licked her lips and moaned, finishing the process of wiping up any more cum. Through this whole thing she had not spoken a word, until now.

“I wanted to do something for you. I hope it felt good to you and relieved some built up tension”, she said, as she leaned down, giving him a simple kiss on the cheek.

With that, she gently tucked his cock back into his shorts. She then reached for the blankets, pulling them up to properly cover him. He watched with quiet gratitude, as she tucked him in, quietly rising to her feet and leaving the room.

She did not pull the door shut as she walked out into the kitchen, and he watched as she disappeared, switching the kitchen light off.

“You awake?” she said to Rohit as she slipped off her top.

“Yes.” He said as heis wife snuggled up to him clad only in a panty.

“Vibhor asleep?” he asked.

“I guess so.”

“The door to his room is open. Don’t you feel it sexually exciting that another man is here and you are well, almost nude.” He said.

“Yes. It does. You….you have seen him nude?”

“Yes. Naturally. Just as your girlfriends would have seen you nude, same with him and me. You would like to see his cock? If he is asleep, could you enter his room this way? He too may be sleeping naked.” Rohit asked his cock stiffening finding the very idea arousing that his friend and wife could be naked with only darkness hiding them from one another.

“Sure, what’s the hitch. I’ll just have to take off my anklets so that the tingle doesn’t wake him up or else I’ll be caught almost nude by him.”

“So, take them off and take a round. If you are lucky you will see his cock. Whatever we’ll make love thereafter.”

Parul did as told. Vibhor appeared to be asleep but Rohit was right. Being in the same room almost nude did inject a lot of sexual tension in her. She returned and found Rohit to be quite aroused. They made love taking care to ensure that the moans did not wake up their friend. Thereafter they lay down to sleep.

He lay there, still breathing heavily, contemplating what had just transpired. It truly did feel good, and it also served to relieve a lot of built up tension.

He was entranced with her actions as he stared into the dark.

He hoped that doing what she had done would not have a negative impact on their friendship, between the three of them.

Staring into the dark, he went into a dreamy daze, falling asleep.

The next thing he realized, he was awakened by the sensation of movement.

Parul had eased out of bed, and crept out into the hall. She was wearing nothing except panties which she had been wearing when she had entered the room after some conversation with her husband.

She quietly opened the door to the spare room, stepped in, and shut it behind her. Vibhor had passed out a few minutes ago, and was a bit of a heavy sleeper himself. She stood beside the bed, looking at him, deciding if she should continue. This was NOT like her! She was never aggressive! She never took chances! Now here she was, doing both, and all for this new, beautiful cock. She just convinced herself.

She moved the blanket off of him, and he lay sleeping before her in his boxer shorts. Parul grabbed the elastic and forced quickly down to his knees, unleashing his soft penis. Tingles of excitement went through her at the sight. She couldn’t believe he didn’t wake up yet! Well, she knew how to get him up.

Gently straddling his legs, she lifted his soft penis and slipped the entire thing into her warm mouth, easily. Her long hair tickled around his crotch. He awoke into a state of half sleep, suddenly feeling good. Vibhor grew inside her mouth, and before he was completely hard he woke up entirely. It didn’t take him long to know exactly what was going on – Parul was sucking his cock!

He moaned, reaching down and running his fingers through her long hair as he became fully erect in her mouth. Feeling him grow like that in her mouth had Parul’s panties become even wetter, and she began to bob her head eagerly up and down on his lap. ‘ slurp slurp’ she sucked silently on his cock, her lips gliding up and down his shaft .

He could hear her slurps, and he could see her and the half-light of the moon that poured in through the window. She was giving him an amazing blowjob. What sort of a woman was this, he would never be able to understand. If this was what she wanted to do, then what was the need to masturbate him in the first place. More importantly, would this finish with this blowjob or lead to something more.

Parul couldn’t keep going. She needed to slide him into her dripping wet pussy. She pulled him out of her mouth and knelt straight up. Reaching up under her long shirt, she slid two thumbs into her panties and began to slide them down. She raised one leg and slipped it down off her foot. She pulled her panties off the other leg, crawling up the bed as she dropped them on the floor. She was breathing heavily, turned on beyond description and was fully nude.

Parul reached underneath her with her small hand, even before she got into position, and grabbed his thick member. She raised his manhood straight up into the air and moved her pussy over it. He could feel her wet slit pressing against the tip of his cock as she ran him quickly to her entrance. She let go of his cock when it was in position, and pressed down.

The soaking wet petals of her treasure parted, the foreskin rolled back and the head of his penis slipped inside. “Ohhhh…” she sighed, falling forward such that she was holding herself up by her arms. She pushed down hard, and Vibhor’s entire cock slid quickly into her vagina.

“Ohhhh!” she moaned louder. She felt so full! He was really stretching her so wide! She pressed her crotch hard against him and she began to kiss his cheek, keeping him inside her. His lips found hers and they kissed urgently. Her tongue darted into his mouth, exploring him as she kept him inside her.

He sent his own tongue back into her mouth, his hands sliding up her thighs until he gripped an ass cheek in each hand. He began to hump upwards, sliding in and out of her horny pussy using small strokes – she still would not let him out of her too far!

Vibhor slid his hands off her ass and up her back. They broke the kiss, and Parul sat up and her bare breasts engaged his attention. He had seen them before but was seeing them for the first time with her consent and knowledge. The light was dim, but he still was able to admire her nice figure. Her breasts were on the larger side but still firm, her nipples were rock hard, and she was practically jutting them out at him, as if urging him to take them.

He leaned up, his big hands holding her small back as he sucked a thick brown nipple into his mouth. She sighed above him as he ran his tongue in a circle around one breast, before kissing over to her other one. In the meantime, he was subtly humping his hips upward, still staying deep inside her, but moving slightly in and out. He reached around and cupped a breast in each hand, squeezing them gently as he continued to tease them with his mouth and tongue.

Her hands ran through his short hair as she looked down at him, watching him manipulate her tits, feeling his penis slide just a little bit out of her, and then back in her. He felt so good, so different inside her. She began to ride him, unable to help herself as she increased the strokes.

Vibhor released her breasts and lay back in the bed as Parul began to slide her pussy far up his cock until it nearly popped out of her before jamming it back inside. His hands slid down to her ass, squeezing it as he watched her ride him with abandon. “Unh! Unh!!” her moans began to escape – she couldn’t help it!

The orgasm that he had waited all day for was fast approaching. Gripping her ass tightly, Vibhor forced her to bounce up and down on him even harder. He, in turn, fucked upwards, meeting each thrust. She was gasping for breath, his cock slamming so deep inside her over and over.

In no time, her orgasm struck. She slid her pussy all the way down his penis, rubbing it against him as the intense feelings hit her full force. Her heart was pounding, her vagina was convulsing, her entire body was tingling as she came hard. “Ohhhhhhh!” she let out her breath finally as she began to regain her senses.

Vibhor was so turned on that he couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t give her the time she desperately needed to recover. He lifted her off of him easily, and dropped her on her back beside him. He scrambled on top of her and the she opened her legs for him instinctively.

He looked down as the engorged helmet pressed against her swollen pussy lips. He slipped into her easily, and pushed his entire cock into her warmth. Parul raised her legs in the air, opening them wide for him as he held himself up on his arms above her.

He gave her a powerful thrust. “Ohh!” she cried, pleasure shooting up her spine as his thick dick shot deep inside her. He began to fuck her with abandon, she turned him on too much. He jackhammered in and out of her suitably lubricated pussy, her pretty feet were flailing above his thrusting ass.

The bed was squeaking a little under the intense force of his thrusts. Her lovely were bouncing up and down to the rhythm, she was biting her lip to reduce the volume of her moans.

He was losing it. It was beyond his control. His cock pistoned in and out of her a few more times before, finally, he slid his penis out of her vagina with an audible ‘slurp’.

Vibhor moaned, dick spasming in his hand. A long, thick stream of white fluid shot out the end of his rod and splattered across her taut stomach, some of it even catching the underside of her breast.

Parul was gasping for breath, chest heaving as she watched more of his cum fire out in a thick stream, again landing on her tanned belly. It felt so hot on her stomach, and it turned her on tremendously.

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Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Cuckold : Indi Hotwife First Adventure

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I am 200% sure that many women finds their own experience in this story of mine.We being a women gets into this kin exp to spice up Husband's fantasy (but yes on back of mind we do have some charm ...likings to try something good)...but this is true that we step forward to make our hubby happy and ends up with lots of happiness & satisfaction .......
This is a true story. This is the story of the first cuckolding experience in my life (which was 100% provoked by my husband!). This will tell you how I became a “hotwife”, as you may call it. I’m a 37 year old married woman from Kolkata, India. I’m married for last 16+ years & I have 2 kids too. I’m quite fare, beautiful, attractive and I look much younger than my actual age. I think I’m a bit voluptuous. But, my husband says there is more of me to love. And, I know guys love everything about me. I have 36D firm ****, 30” waist & 38” jumbo buttocks. I have large, dark brown, succulent nipples. I have sexy hazel eyes and dense shining hair like a fairy queen. People always told me that I have a very hot, seductive body & an angel-like innocent face. I know why all men considered me as treat for their eyes, ever since I became 19-20. And I always cherished & relished being watched, ogled & longed by those lusty eyes. But, I have been a good girl throughout:-)
When I got married I assumed that for the rest of life I would be with only one man - my husband. For many years it was this way and we enjoyed a normal yet boring married life. We had flirted with the idea of bringing in a third person to spice up our sex a bit and explore swinging, but it never really amounted to anything.
During February 2007, when I shifted to a new city (named Bhubaneswar) something incredible happened, which changed my life forever. After about 11 years of blissful marriage, my husband decided that we should bring in some other person in our bedroom to take our sexual exploration to the next level. Obviously, I was completely against bringing in another woman because I was not sure how I would feel seeing my husband buried deep inside another woman. To my utter surprise, my husband looked happy about my decision and immediately suggested bringing home another man instead! I had never even thought of this as an option figuring that my husband would be equally as uncomfortable seeing another man **** me as I would be seeing him **** another woman. I was totally surprised by this suggestion and was not very comfortable with the idea of sharing my body with someone else. We talked about it for a while and I told him I wanted to think about it. After a few days I was warming up to the idea and eventually decided that I would sacrifice my body to another man to please my husband. I told we could do it and that if he could find a willing suitor I would allow myself to be taken.

Due to Kumar’s professional needs, we relocated to Bhubaneswar at that time. That was the very first time in our life that we went outside our state. Kumar moved first during September 2006 alone. After 5 months I joined him there. We had no friends over there. There was only one more Bengali guy from the same company working with my husband. His name was Nilanjan. He was around 30 year old & unmarried. He didn’t have a girlfriend either. My husband knew him quite well as he stayed with him in the same apartment for 5-6 months before I joined him in Bhubaneswar. They were quite friendly to each other. However, I didn’t meet this guy earlier, though I heard a lot about him from my hubby.



After one and half month of my stay in the new city, one day my husband called from work and told me that Nilanjan is interested in joining us for an evening. Nilanjan had seen me couple of times earlier and also heard a lot about me from my husband. Though my husband was few years older than him, they became very good buddies and they used to share drinks together when they were staying together before I joined my husband. Even before meeting me in person, Nilanjan had mentioned to my husband a few time how lucky he was to have such a sexy wife that any guy would love to sleep with. He happened to see all my pictures (including a few naughty ones) stored in Kumar’s personal laptop when they were staying together. Both of them were drunk and Nilanjan accessed private folder in Kumar’s laptop while looking for some other pictures that Kumar wanted to show him. Later, Nilanjan apologized to Kumar for breaching the privacy, but also appreciated my beauty and congratulated Kumar for having such a trophy wife! Thus, we already knew that he was interested in me.

So, I agreed to the date and we decided that next Saturday evening (March 24th, 2007) would be the D-day of our life. Initially, I was very nervous about the date and did not know how it would all go down. I had agreed to open my body and legs to another man and my husband was going to enjoy that! As I thought a bit more about the night and how it all might happen I started to get excited about having a big fat **** instead of my husband’s 5” ordinary penis. It is not as if I had never thought about it- I had fantasized about it numerous times - but it was always just a fantasy and now it was going to be a reality. I started to wonder too about Nilanjan and how he would be in bed - did he have a big ****, would he **** me hard, would I let him *** inside of me, would I let him **** me in the ***…. All of these questions flooded my mind and I could feel my ***** getting wet just from contemplating these issues. Even though I had fantasized about this, I was still 100% dedicated to my loving husband and I only agreed to give up my body as a favor to my hubby. Anyway, for next few days I was just thinking about Nilanjan day in & day out.

Came Saturday evening and I was very apprehensive… feeling butterflies in my stomach. I made myself ready for the final encounter. I was wearing a red Ghagra (long skirt) and matching Choli (blouse). The blouse was really skimpy… it was sleeveless, backless, and quite deep neck to expose ample boobs. Nilanjan came over around 7:00 PM to join us for dinner. To my pleasant surprise, he was much better looking, tall, strong-built & handsome than what I expected. He was very smart, charming and dashing too. To me he seemed like a movie star and I was flattered by the fact that he could not keep his eyes off my well-endowed body. I could feel that his x-ray eyes were able to see my sweaty naked body under the clothings. I felt violated on one hand, but thrilled on the other. By the way, I was not wearing any lingerie on that night, to feel more sexy and horny from within. Kumar later told me that whenever I used to bend down to serve snacks/drinks, both my white melons (and sometimes, even the dark nipples) were clearly & fully visible to Nilanjan.



After dinner, at around 8:30 PM, we sat down to have few rounds of drinks in the living room. Then suddenly Kumar got a call on his cell phone. He told us that we have to excuse him, as he has to go to the office urgently due to some production issues. He apologized to Nilanjan and told him that, “my wife will take good care of you… please don’t leave till I return.” Nilanjan gleefully accepted. Kumar turned to me and winked mischievously. I was shocked. He never told me about his plan. Kumar left in a hurry, leaving the door closed behind him. I locked the door from inside once he left.


Then I came back to my sofa (love seat), where I was sitting with Kumar. Nilanjan was still seating across the coffee table on the big couch. It was almost 9 PM. After some initial discomfort and awkwardness, we got going easy with each other. We talked for next one hour about our past, our love lives, some spicy stories, our hidden desires and all. While talking we consumed 6 or 7 rounds of gin & vodka together. Things got heated up reasonably through our open discussions. That was just the build up for the big match to start. By 10 PM or so, both of us started getting intoxicated evidently. I was feeling little dizzy and extremely horny. Looking at my expressions, Nilanjan guessed something. All on a sudden, he stood up, came over to me and asked if I would join him on his couch. I was startled that this was happening so fast and that it was even happening to begin with. Nevertheless, I walked over to the couch with Nilanjan and he instantly started kissing me. The lips of a stranger felt well pressed against my own and the sensation of a strange tongue in my mouth made my stomach flip. Nilanjan was grabbing my waist and rubbing all over my warm body.

Then he stood up & approached me from behind and slowly started to lift my skirt. I could feel his hand on my thighs and slowly working their way up in between my legs. As I already did mention, I had decided not to wear any panties or bra that night as I figured they would be on for very little time anyway. Soon enough Nilanjan’s hands found my ***** and his fingers started to explore my shaved lips. My husband asked me categorically to clean-shave my ***** for that special night - the wetness and smoothness could drive Nilanjan crazy and I would like the feeling too. Nilanjan started pushing his fingers inside of me and I realized how wet I already was. Nilanjan had already undone my blouse too and I was standing stark naked in front of him after stripping off the last piece of cloth from my body. Nilanjan exclaimed in despair “Oh Tina, you are awesome… such a sexy figure you have got! You are a real hotty… and, you definitely deserve a real man to make you feel special!”

With this, he started sucking on my hard nipples. Ummmmm… I was so overwhelmed by this strong man exploring my heavy breasts and wet love-hole that I cried out in sheer ecstasy, “Make me your slave Nilanjan… make me your *****… love me like there’s no tomorrow”. Nilanjan was by then standing in front of me still staring at my breasts and I can see he had a huge erection… I thought it would be almost 7 inches in length and more than 5" in girth. This was by far the biggest **** I could ever dream of. It looked twice as big as my husband’s poor little one. Again, as these thoughts raced through my mind I realized I was getting excited.

Nilanjan then began to fondle my whole body. As I struggled to manage his monster ****, he forced me go down on my knees to take his manhood deep into my mouth. I had never even thought of swallowing any man other than my hubby before and now I had this 7” throbbing rock-hard **** waiting for me. I quickly grabbed on to it and tried my best to cope up with the super-hot **** being shoved in my mouth. I was transfixed by the manliness of this guy & mesmerized by his unique love making skills. However, as much as I liked all these I was still very uneasy about this whole scenario. Did I really want to allow my body to be violated all night by this total stranger?

As I sucked on his ****, Nilanjan laid down on the ground below me in the classic 69 pose and started sucking on my **** and pushing his tongue as deep in my ***** as he could. As I was riding his face and having his **** shoved down my throat, it continued for 10-15 minutes. Then I stood up and walked over to the couch and positioned myself so that my *** was at the end of the couch and that Nilanjan would have good access to my *****. I pulled my legs up towards my chest. Before I could even get myself ready, Nilanjan shoved his gigantic **** deep inside my *****. Uuhhhh… Aaaaaaaah! For the first time in my life, I had a **** other than my hubby's inside of me. It felt wrong as he started to pump away at my bald *****, but I was having the best time of my life, so I continued. Nilanjan was standing between my legs pumping as deep as he could into my *****. It was such a wild sensation to have a huge **** pumping inside of me so vigorously. It actually felt like being in the heaven & I wanted have more of it. Nilanjan gradually rammed his **** right into me like I was a piece of butter and started feverously pumping inside of me. His **** was getting bigger & bigger inside me. I could feel it was painfully stretching me, but it felt so incredible. I was having real fun of my life with him. You know, honestly speaking, first time in my life I started feeling like a complete woman.

So, there I was, 5’4”, 133 lbs. of me being ****** hard by a handsome hunk with a huge **** when my husband was not around. Honestly I felt like a *****. How had I agreed to do this, what did this make me, would my husband ever love me again or respect me? Then I just told me - be hell with the future… just enjoy the moment... I was simply finding myself in the seventh heaven of ultimate pleasure! That way, it continued for another 30-40 minutes. Let me tell you here, in my entire life I never had sex with my husband for more than half an hour. And, now Nilanjan is satisfying my needs for more than an hour!!! By the way, we were not using any contraceptive/condom as my husband insisted that Nilanjan is from a good background and he is completely free from drugs & diseases. He is a decent clean guy. And, I wanted to have an unadulterated experience. Anyway, still standing between my legs Nilanjan was the first to ***. He was pounding my ***** very hard and I could tell he was about to ***. I decided that if I was going to do this I was going to have the full experience and let this guy not only do whatever he wanted with me, but that I would let him *** wherever he wanted. Just then I felt his ***** explode against the walls of my ***** and the sensation of his hot *** made me instantly *** too. I could feel my ***** contract around his **** and I let out a small scream as I felt the juices flowing from my *****. Nilanjan actually ********** his loads 5-6 times more in next 30 seconds. I was feeling so satisfied & complete that I closed my eyes and enjoyed every bit of it. I did like it and I did not want this to stop for anything. I wished if Nilanjan was my lover for rest of my life. And, I continued resting on my back for 10 more minutes.



Suddenly I came back to my sense and the loyal wife inside me woke up. I realized then that I have lost my chastity. I am not a faithful wife any more. It’s a sin in our culture. Oh god, what have I done? I felt like crying and then I told myself that I’m doing all these for my loving husband only and it’ll spice up our sex life like anything. If something is done for everyone’s benefit, how can it be a sin? I’m happy, my husband is happy and so is Nilanjan. Then where was the problem? So, I resigned to my fate. I felt the happiness & satisfaction of finding the real woman inside me. Eventually, I came back to reality and accepted whatever has happened to me as god’s wish only. After lying silently on top of me for some time, Nilanjan pulled his **** from my *****, and I decided to change positions. I got up on all fours on the couch and started sucking the **** once more. It got hard in no time. For the first time in my life I was going to have sex more than once in one night. Honestly, my husband can hardly have sex 3-4 times in a month. He is always so tired & tenses with his work. At times I felt so horny & dejected. Nilanjan made me feel like a queen that night, to say the least.



Then I felt the head of his **** being placed between my legs. As he pushed his **** inside of me, I could feel some of the *** dripped out of my ***** lips. I reached between my legs and caught his **** on my hands and brought it up to my mouth. I took the **** from my mouth and showed him that I was willing to do anything and that I would swallow his *** too. The show of absolute desperation threw Nilanjan over the edge and as he started pumping down my throat again he came right away. His hot ***, spraying down my throat, surprised me because it tasted very different from my husband’s. I thought all *** tasted & smelt that rotten, but this was much better smelling and tastier than Kumar's.

Meanwhile Nilanjan got another erection. He gleefully went behind me and started thrusting his entire **** slowly inside of me. He did have a fat **** and it was long enough to tear my ***** apart. I have a tight ***** like a virgin even after so many years of my marriage. Both my deliveries were C-sections. And, big thanks to the small, tiny **** my husband uses to bang me. Anyway, I could feel it pushing against my unexplored inner walls when he was all the way in. He would pull his **** entirely out and then shove it back in. My husband had never done this and I actually liked the popping sensation of him going in and out of my hole. He stated doing it harder and faster until I could feel he was going to *** from the intensity of his thrusts. I turned around and started ******* his long **** in front of my face. Within seconds he was spraying his load on my face and down my throat. He came 5-6 times like a free flowing fountain. I tried to catch every drop and I was amazed again at how different his *** tasted. I always hated giving my husband an oral job because of the ****** taste of his *****, but that day I came to know how tasty a true man’s *** is. Anyway, after swallowing all that I could, I took a look at the clock and realized that at this pace it was going to take me all night to finish off with this sexy super-hero. He has already ****** me 3 times in last 2 hours or so and there is no sign of him getting tired. So I decided that I had to sacrifice the most holy of acts just to get him unloaded as many times as possible.



So I straddled his **** once again. It became hard & huge once again in a minute or two. I was completely stretched to the max as I tried to fit his thick **** in my tight *****. For me, he had the biggest **** in the universe and I was really pushing my ***** to handle him. I had him about half way in when I turned around and told slowly to take the empty hole above my *****. Quickly he positioned himself behind me and slowly began pushing his **** into my *** hole. I had always longed about having anal sex but Kumar was not too crazy about so we did never do it. Now having Nilanjan’s **** slowly pushing inside my tight *** reminded me why I always wanted to have my *** ******. He was fingering my ***** simultaneously to keep me more excited. What really got me was the sensation of having my ***** constantly lubricated from the front and my *** being ****** from the back. Nilanjan held my jumbo buttocks tightly in his hands and was then taking long hard thrusts deep into my bowels. I just sat there with my mouth open gasping for some air. I thought about what I was doing and what a **** I had become, but what was most surprising to me was how much I loved it. I loved being used. I loved being ******. I loved swallowing ***. I loved being stretched. And most of all I loved helping my husband to fulfill his long-time dream of his sweet wife getting abused by some other man with a big adorable ****. With his long hard ****** inside my ***, Nilanjan was ******* with perfect rhythm and it was such an amazing sensation to have my insides so filled. Then he suddenly pulled out and again rammed in. I was just a ****-toy to this extraordinary man and he was trying to satisfy me in every possible way. Oh my God, he is the kind of man every girl would like to sleep with at least once in her life.



It was really really hard to keep it going, but for close to 3 hours he was going on and on and on….. I was covered in ***, I had swallowed 2 loads, had 2 more pumped into my *** and 3 more loads into my thirsty *****. Towards the end of the show, I was leaking *** everywhere and by the end of the night, my ***** and *** were incredibly sore. I could barely take the last *** ******* but I knew I had to finish him off and make sure both Nilanjan and my husband was happy. At the end Nilanjan actually laid me down on the end of the couch and pushed my legs all the up to my ears. My *** and ***** were totally exposed and waiting. He stood over me with his huge **** and started pumping in and out of my ***** and *** one after the other. It hurt but I loved watching him switch between my holes and to watch him **** me while I was so exposed. He finally came in my *** and let my legs down. My *** was on fire and was leaking with ***. Will you believe that I squirted heavily and had intense ******* at least 2-3 times that night!!! Every woman desires to have that big O at least once in their life. I got that twice or thrice in one night. That night I was made complete woman by a man called Nilanjan.

Finally we were lying next to each other. Nilanjan had just spent over 3 hours using my body. It was past 1:30 AM in the night when Nilanjan stopped. By then I had transformed from a decent innocent wife to a ***-sucking nasty ****. That was a disturbing thought indeed. But, what was wild was that I actually loved it. My husband had arranged all of this against my better judgment, but obviously he knew me better than I knew myself. He knew I had an insatiable appetite for ****, and he knew that I needed more, as I never got fully satisfied by my husband.



We waited for Kumar to come back home for another hour or so. Finally Nilanjan got up at around 2:30 AM and took his leave, telling me what a wonderful night it had been, and that he hoped to do it again sometime. We kissed good night to each other. I felt warm and content. After he was gone, I closed the main door, and started recollecting the glimpses of that wonderful evening lying on the bed fully exhausted and waiting on Kumar to return home. I didn't realize when I fall asleep, without any cloths on, even without wiping off the *** from my face & body. I still had strong hangover of too much boozing and 3 hours of wild sex. Suddenly I woke up at around 4:30 AM, and found Kumar sleeping beside me on the bed. I had no clue whatsoever when he returned from the office, opened the main door, and came to the bedroom. I was still not in my full sense. I was about to drift off to sleep once again, when Kumar moved over and kissed me full on the lips, thrusting his tongue gently onto my mouth. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. "I love you Tina... I am glad to see you happy." I felt so much warmth and love at that moment. I knew our marriage was going to be ok. I think that was when I fully relaxed and understood that even though I had another man in bed with me, nothing would ever come between Kumar & I. We were husband and wife, and that would never change. I was his, and he was mine. I felt more secured about our relationship that I had ever felt before. Kumar kissed my feet, and then started licking my whole body to clean off the ***. It was a strange sensation, I started giggling and put my arms around his neck and pulled him to me, grasping his **** and pulling it against my *****. We made slow, passionate love for a long time before falling asleep in each other's arms. That was the first time Kumar and I had a sexual adventure outside our marriage vows. Since then, our lives have gotten quite a bit more interesting and pleasurable. Maybe I'll tell those tales another time. This is the first of many adventures for us!

In fact I had sex with Nilanjan couple of more times, before he moved out of Bhubaneswar after 3-4 months. He was like a god gifted ****-machine. I heard that he eventually got married in 2007 December. I really envy his wife. Can she give him as much pleasure as I could? I’m sure, she can’t. If Nilanjan is the king & I’m the queen of love making too. Together we did the magic. I really miss you Nilanjan and I need you in my ***** hole once more…

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