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Tuesday, September 9, 2014

My shy Pakistani wife on honeymoon

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Disclaimer: This story contains hotwife/cuckold fantasy themes, exhibitionism and voyeurism. If any of this offends you, I recommend you not read any further.
My wife, Natasha, and I have been married for 2 years now. We met each other at university here in Canada, but we were both born and raised in Pakistan. Since we did not move here until we were young adults and lived most of our lives in an ultra conservative society and households, we were naturally quite conservative.

However after we were engaged and settled in Canada, Natasha would occasionally ask me if I thought it was okay she wore something like a knee-length skirt, a sleeveless top or a skin tight jeans. Ordinary clothing by western standards, but things she wasn't accustomed to wearing. This is when I realized that it really turned me on whenever she'd wear something that made her look a little sexy or hot. At the same time she also enjoyed being able to wear things that she looked good and fashionable in.

Now at this point I should describe Natasha to you. She's 24, 5'7", slim and has a milky white complexion. She has a beautiful face, long black hair and most people mistake her as Arabic rather than Pakistani. But her best feature by far, unknown to many, is her extremely sexy body. She has a 32B bust, 26 waist and size 34 hips. If anything is lost by her perky breasts, she more than makes up for it with her perfect model-like bubble butt. Even though she barely ever wears anything that does justice to her ass (mostly covers it with either an oversized shirt or sweater), she has on several occasions been told, by her friends, how lucky she is to have a butt that makes a dress of any fitting look good on her.

On many occasions I would encourage her to wear things like tights without skirts or skin tight jeans with nothing else covering her ass. I could tell she wanted to, but would always shy out and tell me she would be uneasy walking around in public like that. By now we were both well aware that the less she wore, the more it turned me on and on many occasions I would help her shop for clothes I liked. But she was never okay with wearing anything too revealing or bold, and I would respect her boundaries by not being too pushy.

This was all about to change when it came time for our honeymoon in the summer of 2011. We had planned a week long trip to Miami staying at a beachside hotel. So when I asked her if we should shop for some sexy outfits befitting a bride on her honeymoon, she giggled and shyly said "If you want to". Now i was thinking a babydoll, some sexy lingerie and other things for the bedroom, but before I could say anything she added, "but only because its our honeymoon we don't know anyone over there. I won't wear any of that stuff when we are back in Toronto". This caught me by surprise and I could feel myself getting hard. She must have read my face and placed one of her hands in my lap, obviously noticing the stiffness in my pants and said in a seductive voice, "as your honeymoon present, I will wear 'anything' you want", moving away while biting her lower lip. She noticed that my penis jerked at the remark and grinned. But I was soon brought back to earth when , in a serious tone, she said, "Within reason okay?, I'm not wearing any bikinis or shorts".

I replied "Of course not, only things you are perfectly comfortable with."
The build up to the honeymoon was the most excited I had felt in years. Even though we had had sex many, many times before the honeymoon, the prospect of her in maybe a short black dress revealing her sexy legs in a club or a cleavage-y top at the beach excited me like a teenage boy on his first date. At first she was reluctant whenever I would pick something out for her, saying it might be a little too much. But then I told her she could always take it along, and if she doesn't feel like wearing it then, she could return the clothes when we're back. We ended up picking up some sexy outfits for her, including a short black dress, a summer dress, a one-piece swimsuit and a couple of backless tops and tight pants.

Finally when the time came for our flight, she wore red tank top and sheer white maxi skirt (albeit with tights underneath) that made her swaying butt a sight for everyone walking behind her. Which on its own was a huge step-up and I immediately knew that I was in for a very sexy honeymoon. But that was not all, when we reached Miami, she disappeared while I was waiting for our baggage. When she came back, it was obvious what had changed. She had removed the tights underneath her skirt. She grinned at me and when she turned to pick up her purse from the trolley, I could see the outline of her underwear through the skirt.

As soon as we got to the hotel room, I threw her on the bed and our clothes started coming off and we were down to our underwear. She was wearing a black silk half bra, exposing the most part of her breasts and matching black panties. I started kissing her all over her body and then held her from her waist and pushed her against the out-looking window. It was nighttime, so it wouldn't be hard for someone from another room catching us in the act. Which was exactly what I wanted. “Someone might see us”, she said. “No one will see us” I said and turned her around to face the window. I then pushed her panties off and moved for her bra.

“Not my bra” she objected as her upper body was exposed to anyone looking at our window. She then put both of her elbows on the window and ducked her head in between her forearms. Probably so no one can see her face. We did it doggy style for a couple of minutes before I climaxed. When she turned around her face was all red and I could tell how turned on she was from her heavy breathing. We laid down in the bed for a while before she went to take a shower. In the meanwhile I called for room service to send up some food before we would go out for the night.

I got up to clear away some luggage from the table that was right in front of the bathroom door, which Natasha had left open. Inside you could clearly make out her naked body behind a slightly frosted glass shower door. All of her curves, including her nipples were visible through the shower door. I was standing there admiring her body when there was a knock on the door. I put on my boxers and went to open the door and saw the room service attendant standing there. An average looking guy probably in his early twenties as well.

“Can you please set it up on the table over there” I said after thinking about it for a second. I walked ahead of him and looked towards the running shower and saw Natasha putting shampoo in her hair. She was looking away from us, giving us both a nice view of her fine ass. He naturally followed my gaze and froze in his tracks upon sight of my wife. He looked towards me and I acted liked I didn't really care and laid down on the bed. The attendant started placing out food on the table without looking at it, his eyes fixed on my wife. After finishing he quietly walked out without looking at me.

I don't know what had gotten into me. Not only did I want other guys enjoying my wife visually from a far, I wanted them to enjoy her physically as I had 30 minutes ago. I pictured Natasha getting rammed from behind by the room service attendant.

Shortly after she walked out in a towel wrapped around her wet body and said giggling “Again? So soon.” She then came over and kissed my penis and told me to get ready for going out.

After dinner we were getting ready for our first night out on our honeymoon in Miami. I wore a dress shirt and dress pants with a dinner jacket and Natasha came out wearing a short black sequin dress that outlined her figure quite well. The dress came down to just a couple of inches below her ass. She checked her self in the mirror for a bit and said, “Maybe I should wear tights with this”.

“Don’t you think that will ruin the whole look for the dress, besides the place we’re going to is on a rooftop, its probably going to be too warm with anything else” I replied.

She looked unsure, “I don’t know, this is too much legs”

“Look around you, you’re in Miami, everyone at the party will be wearing a lot less than you. Loosen up a little” saying that I put my arms around her and gave her ass a squeeze.

“I’m going to take them along in my handbag in case I feel like changing over there” she said.

We were going to a rooftop poolside party at a famous hotel. Through out the cab ride Natasha held her dress down with her hands for the fear of it riding up too high. I told her, “Relax, you look stunning.” Once we were through the coat check we quickly moved to the bar and I ordered myself a drink. Natasha still holding on to some of her conservative Muslim values did not drink alcohol, so she ordered a pop. It was apparent what sort of an affect she was heaving on the guys around us as people kept asking her for a dance and if she was there alone.

“Come on lets go dancing!” she kept repeating

My wife absolutely loves dancing and is pretty good at it too. There must be very few Bollywood movie songs she has not mastered the dance steps to. I on the other hand sucked at dancing. I’d move my hands around in the most awkward manner with little to no feet movement. Naturally after some while I wanted to return to the bar to grab another drink and she followed unhappily.

At the bar she kept bugging me to go back on the dance floor, when a young black guy standing next to us, that introduced himself to us as Cedric, offered to go with her instead if I didn't mind. “Not at all, why don’t you go with him while I finish up my drink, and then ill come join you guys.” I said.

Before Natasha could say anything to protest he took one of her hands and led her towards the dance floor. She looked back at me and I motioned an ‘its okay’ nod towards her.

From where I was standing at the bar I could see them both clearly. At first my wife was quite stiff and didn't seem like she wanted to be there with him. She kept motioning me instead to come join her there. I waved my watch and a five sign with my hand to indicate in five minutes. Because of the movement on the dance floor she had to eventually face away from me. Soon a couple of her favorite songs came on and she loosened up a bit and started bouncing with the rhythm of the music. Cedric was quick to make himself available for all her dance moves and always seemed like he was a little too much hands on her body. With each passing minute he got a little bolder and now had his arm around the small of her back and was pulling Natasha into his body. She looked away from him and said something that I couldn't make out and walked away towards the ladies room.

She emerged after a few minutes and said, “What an asshole, he just couldn't keep his hands to himself, he even tried touching my butt, Amir”.

“Well can you really blame him?” I replied while checking out her butt. “I actually commend him for being able to restrain himself from you for that long”.

“Shut uppp.” She said back in a playful manner. After that for the next hour or so we stuck around each other, much to my disappointment. Until Cedric approached us on our way out and asked ”Hey you two, leaving so soon? Where are you guys staying, maybe we should party later in the night”.

Natasha quickly replied, “Its actually our last night in Miami and we have a flight early morning” and started walking away.

I knew it wouldn't be easy getting my wife to open up for sexual exploration with other partners as I had imagined so many times in my head while having sex with her in bed.

Over the next couple of days we went around sight seeing in the city with my wife getting more and more comfortable wearing the clothes I had picked out for her. However she still refused to wear the swimsuit to the beach and instead wore a long cover up. Even so, I still enjoyed all of this quite a bit. Unsurprisingly she got hit on a lot during that time, each time to my amusement and her awkward refusals. But the best part was yet to come.

With our honeymoon hotel stay, we had also booked a couples massage towards the end of the trip to unwind, relax and have a romantic time. Back in Toronto while booking it I had asked her if she was okay with me getting massaged by another woman as I would feel very awkward with a man rubbing my body. To which she was casually replied she was and said, “Besides, I wouldn't want another guy looking at my half naked body”.

But when I got a call from the hotel spa to confirm our booking and if we needed to change anything about our preference, I quickly asked if it was possible for us to get a male masseur for my wife and a female masseuse for myself. To which the spa receptionist replied, “Of course, that wont be a problem”.

But I was a little hesitant to how my wife would react and it was highly unlikely she’d go ahead with this arrangement. So I asked, “Actually would it be possible to decide when we get there?”

“It would be unlikely Sir, we schedule in our staff based on appointments. Unless we have a last minute cancellation, we wont have anyone else available then.”
The prospect of another man massing my wife’s beautiful body was really turning me on and in a moment of excitement I told her, “One male and one female therapist would be fine then.”

I didn't tell Natasha anything until next evening when we got to the spa. I told her to have a seat and ill go ask them if they’re ready for us. She sat down in the lounge area and I went and talked to the receptionist in the meanwhile. I asked her if it was possible to switch to two female therapists, praying she would say no. She said “I’m sorry sir, I can only do one male and one female or both male at this time”.

“And what’s your cancellation policy” I asked anticipating Natasha would ask me the same. To which the receptionist point at a banner behind her that said no cancellations would be refunded if within 24 hours of the appointment and added “But I can reschedule you to another time for a small fee”.

“That wont be necessary. Which way are the massage rooms?” I inquired.
“Your therapists will come out and get you in a second. Just have a seat and fill out these forms for me” She answered.

I went back to Natasha making a confused face. “What happened?” she said.
“There was a mix up with our booking, we only have one female therapist. And I don't want a male therapist. It will be so awkward through out the session. I wont enjoy even a little”

She furiously replied, “What the hell, we specifically asked for both females, just ask for a refund and lets go”

I gave her a sheepish look and admitted, “It was my mistake; I selected the wrong option in the drop down menu when I was booking it online. They won’t refund on such short notice, I should’ve looked at out booking confirmation more carefully.”
“Unless you are okay with a male therapist for yourself we’ll just have to cancel. What a waste of $520” I added.

She started contemplating for a bit and then asked me, “What do you think we should do?”

“I think we’ve paid for it and this looks like a professional place and everything, if you’re okay with the male therapist, lets just get it done with”.
She nodded an okay but didn't say anything.

After a while she asked me, “Are you sure you will be okay with another man massaging my body?”

“Of course I will baby, he’s going to be a professional, not some random guy. I don't see why I would mind at all” I replied.

After a bit out came three therapists having a conversation with each other. Two of them were young, probably in their late twenties or early thirties and not bad to look at. And one guy was much older, possibly late forties and bald. Natasha whispered to me “I don't want the bald guy, he looks creepy” And I whispered back “Would you be fine with the other guy?” She nodded a shy yes and suppressed her smile.

To both of our luck it was indeed the young guy that was going to be our therapist that evening. They introduced themselves as Mark and Jennifer asked us if there were any special areas we need work on. I replied looking directly at him, “Mark, Natasha needs more attention on her lower back and glutes” to which she quickly added “No, no its okay now, the pain is gone” turning a little red.

Mark exchanged the clipboards with Jennifer, I believe, after realizing it was her he was going to massage. He said in an assuring tone, “Don't worry ma’am, we’ll work on your tension areas and hopefully send you home satisfied.”

“And you sir?” asked Jennifer.

“No particular areas for me” I said smiling back.

They led us down the hall to a beautiful candle lit massage room. “Dress down to your level of comfort and you can hang your clothes in the closet over there. Just lie down on the tables after you’re done”.

Now since this was Natasha’s first massage, I had earlier told her that you have to strip down completely since they drape you with towels anyways. But hearing this she quickly asked, “Can we leave our undergarments on”

To which Mark replied, “Yes you can, but we do recommend you leave them off as it’s most effective to work on you that way. But you can do whatever you are most comfortable with”

After they left Natasha said, “Shit I didn't know we could leave our underwear on. I’m wearing my granny panties.”

“Then take them off, they’re going to drape you anyways, what does it matter”.
“And why did you tell him I need work on my lower back!” she said looking concerned.

“Relax Tasha, the whole point of the massage is to enjoy relive your tension” I replied.

We both stripped down naked and got under the blankets on the massage tables. Shortly after there was a knock on the door and Jennifer and Mark had returned. They put on a soft soothing instrumental on the stereo system.

Both are table were set side by side and I hand a full view of my wife from the side down to her lower body. I was looking towards her and she had her face buried in the face hole. I told her to relax in Urdu.

Mark lifted the sheets and folded them down to her lower body. Just showing the slightest hint of a butt crack. Her butt made a nice mound under the sheets and her curves were not hidden from either of us. He poured some oil on her back and rubbed some on his hands. As soon as he started rubbing her back I saw her twitch. “Just relax” Mark said. He was standing towards her head side and started rubbing his hands across her back in straight motions, starting from her shoulders to the lower of her back. Inching a little further each time. After a couple of motions he moved his hands under the sheets and massaged her upper ass with the motion. Natasha stiffened up to the touch, “Is the pressure too much” Mark inquired. “No its fine” Answered Natasha finding only half her voice.

He worked on her upper body for a sometime, while Jennifer worked on mine. I was in heaven. Getting a relaxing massage while I get to look at my half naked wife being rubbed all over by another man. I did not want this to end at all. Mark was now massing the sides of my wife’s upper body with pulling motions towards himself. When he reached near her breasts I saw his finger tips just brush over her side boob. I had a hard-on under the table now.

They then moved to our legs and pulled the sheets over our upper body. Undraping just one leg at a time. For a while, that seemed like forever, I was out of a view. The leg Mark was massaging was towards the other side. I knew from what Jennifer was doing and where marks arms were that he did her calves, then thighs and then moved on to her glutes. Natasha let out a slight moan. “I think I’ve found the pressure point” and kept massing her butt for a little longer while Jennifer moved on to my feet.

Finally it came time for the leg on my side, he undraped her till the top of her butt, leaving one of her whole butt cheeks exposed. The sheets just covered her butt crack and were tucked under her other thigh, helping cover her privates as well. The sight was ecstasy. I couldn't wait to bury my penis deep inside my wifes butt. Or I actually wanted Mark to bury his inside her while I watched. When mark reached her butt once again Natasha let out a moan and without saying anything Mark got to work. Using large round motions all over her butt cheeks, just slightly slipping his hands under the sheets and possibly rubbing his fingers in her ass crack. I knew he was a professional and probably did this everyday but I couldn't help but notice a slight tent in his trousers. I couldn’t have blamed him as I had the most raging boner under the sheets myself.

To my horror Jennifer asked me to turn around. With such an obvious erection I couldn’t so I asked her if she could just do my backside and skip the front altogether. She said sure and asked me to put my head straight in the face hole so she could work my neck and give me a head massage. I really, really wished I could tell her to wait a little as I didn't want to miss what was happening on the table next to us. Mark did not even ask her to turn over as he spend most of his time working her ‘tension areas’. After some minutes the massage was up and we were both left in the massage room to change and shower.

I got out of under the sheets and stood in front of Natasha table with my cock pointing at her head. But she still had her head buried in the face hole. “Get up, lets get dressed,” I said. “Give me a minute” she said not being able to find her breath.

I knew what was up. I moved my hand under her sheets moving towards her privates, she quickly grabbed my arm and said “No no, don't”. I kept sliding it until I touched her soaking wet pussy. I knew she had been moaning out of pleasure and not pain during the massage. I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I got on top her table and threw her sheets away. She turned around and we started making out passionately. Her face was all red and her pussy was so wet that my cock slid right in. I didn't feel the slightest friction. I started pounding her pussy in rough abrupt motions, with both of her legs swaying left and right in the air. At first she bit my shoulder but then she couldn't hold back and started moaning loudly out of pleasure. If there was anyone standing outside the door it wouldn't have been be too hard for them to hear my wife. I then climaxed inside her and collapsed on top her body. We laid there in embrace for a while.

Then we both moved into the shower and I said “The was the most amazing massage and sex I’ve ever had.”. “Me too” she said with a big smile.

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I Got My Husband His Promotion

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This story is true even though I am not at all proud of what I did for for Ahmed. He and I had been married for only 4 years when he changed jobs. He was very satisfied in his last position as a section manager for his firm. He knew there was just no hope of promotion within that firm because of two things - 1, The old boy network where the very best friends of the boss got all of the good jobs and 2. He didn’t get on very well with the boss anyway.

When he applied for this new position 3 months ago he was really excited at the prospects of a totally different work ethic and just knew he would soon be manager of his department without having to suck up to his boss. Once he was established in his position and was proving to be a great success the time came up for his 3 month review of service and it was dependent on this review whether he got the promotion.

I had never met his boss. He was the CEO of this business and from what I had heard he was very easy to work for. Ahmed often came home from work telling me how good his boss was and how the other managers were praising him. They all told Ahmed the same thing - do your work well and the boss will reward you!

Ahmed came home on Monday evening and told me we had been invited to his boss’s home for dinner next Friday evening. He told me it wouldn’t be a very formal dinner as his boss preferred to get to know his staff in a relaxed situation rather than a stiff and formal situation. He also told me to go out and buy myself an absolutely stunning new dress for the occasion - no expense spared. I was, of course, thrilled.
Much to my amazement Ahmed suggested he will accompany me to the shops to help me select my new dress. Ahmed never takes an interest in buying my dresses and is quite content to accept what I buy - he says I look good in anything.

We looked at dozens of dresses but the one he suggested was one I probably wouldn’t have chosen without Ahmed being present. It was a delightful pretty dark blue dress in two parts. It had the skirt which was rather short compared with long skirts that I normally wear and the top was separate. The top was a sleeveless blouse sort of thing with three buttons down the front. The material wasn’t really very thin in fact it was a little thicker than I would have chosen. The dress certainly looked really nice on me when I tried it on in the shop. The only reservation I had about it was that if I lifted my arms up above my head I showed about 5″ of my bare belly. I didn’t usually wore dresses which expose my belly button in those days! I am not in the least ashamed with my body, particular at that stage of my life I was even slimmer and had a waist of 19” compared to my 23” now, in fact I am very pleased with the way I looked then but I didn’t exactly like baring my skin to others.

Anyway, this was the one Ahmed chose and this was the one we bought. He also insisted on buying me some new underwear. This finally consisted of a very tiny bra really only a quarter cup on which my breasts sat completely exposing the top half and my nipples. The other part was a very tiny thong which I was almost too ashamed to be seen in. It was a very thin belt of elastic around my middle with what appeared to be a piece of string which went between my bum cheeks and only about 1″ wide where it was supposed to cover my pussy. I have always waxed and removed my pubic hair so that it wasn’t and problem as it won’t show anything outside my bikini bottom but the small size was so ridiculous because even pulling the edges as far as they would go didn’t go anywhere near covering my pussy and certainly not my remaining genital area.

Ahmed insisted on my complete outfit and so that was what we bought. When we reached home he asked me to model the outfit. I stripped completely naked and then strapped the bra around under my breasts and dropped my breasts onto the platform which was supposed to support them. The straps were very tiny and really went from under my arms in the front, over my shoulders, to back near my underarms at the back. There wasn’t much of this bra even though Ahmed had paid a lot of money for it. When I came to pull up my new panties I was in for a shock. It was the first time I had worn anything like this and with just the string between my cheeks it was uncomfortable and felt as if it was cutting me. Then with the front being so narrow I was amazed just how much of me it showed in the mirror. I told Ahmed I would have to go to the parlour for waxing my pubic hair again earlier then it was due, if he expected me to wear these panties. He told me not to worry as he would wax me on the day before we went to the dinner.

Friday came around all too quickly and I was getting excited at the prospect of meeting his powerful boss. Ahmed took me into the bathroom, stripped me completely naked and then waxed by body and private parts also. I became very aroused when Ahmed was waxing me and I asked him to fuck me but he told me to wait as he was nervous about getting there for dinner on time and promised we would be able to celebrate later on this evening. I realized he would probably be told about his promotion at the dinner and would want to fuck me as soon as we arrived home. I curbed my excitement although I was rather wet. I had my shower and then began dressing.

To my horror I found, when I pulled my thong up, that it had cut into my cunt lips and they were exposed outside the narrow band of material. Ahmed had waxed off the hair on my lips too but now the lips themselves were showing. Ahmed loved this and told me I looked very slutty - something I wasn’t impressed about.

My bra was so small it was almost a juggling act to keep my breasts on the cup - it really wasn’t a cup but more like a ledge. My breasts are not very big but not too small either but they were firm otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to keep them in place at all. Fortunately my nipples are of moderate size but can become longer when I am really excited but most of the time they are rather flat. Next I donned my skirt and my top and was very relieved to see that nothing was visible through the material and nobody would know I was wearing this silly underwear. I realized I had to humor Ahmed because this was to be his big night. He dressed in a very casual but totally smart shirt and slacks and looked really good. I was looking forward to this night.

About an hour before we were due to leave for the dinner the phone rang and I answered it. It was Sarah, the wife of one of the other department managers. I had got to know Sarah better than any of the other manager’s wives I had met and she was really nice. She wished me all the best for the dinner party and hoped everything would go well but added a very cautious “Take care!” before she hung up. This concerned me as to why she would suggest I had to take care. I asked Ahmed what she could have meant and he told me he didn’t know but he knew some of the other managers had said something about not knowing what would happen at these parties! I was a little perturbed but decided to dismiss any doubts and have a good time.

We arrived at the boss’s home - a very spacious good looking home in the very best part of the city - and were surprised to see there were other guests there as well as us. When I met Ahmed’s boss I was very impressed. He was a tall handsome man, well built and he had gray hair (even though he was only 49 years old) and a short bristly moustache. His name was Parwaiz and he greeted us both very warmly. He shook my hand firmly and held on to it just a little bit longer than I would have expected. We were introduced to the rest of the guests - they were all businessmen from the industry - and everyone seemed to be very friendly. Parwaiz’s wife, Khalida, was a delightful person - very open and friendly - and she made us feel very welcome in their home.

The dinner progressed very smoothly and we all had sumptuous food and plenty to drink although I kept my alcohol intake to a minimum. Parwaiz’s home was built for entertaining and at the other end of the huge dining room where we had eaten was a staircase leading to the upper floor. We moved away from the table after everyone was finished and we stood around talking amongst ourselves. Ahmed was moving from one group to another group and I could not keep pace with him, soon he had moved away from me to talk to some of Parwaiz’s other guests at the other end of the large entertainment area, and Khalida came over to keep me company. She asked me if I would like to look around their home and of course I jumped at the chance. We had only just reached the head of the stairs when Parwaiz came bounding up behind us and told Khalida she was needed in the kitchen. Khalida excused herself and swiftly went away to the kitchen, and left me behind to chat with Parwaiz. In my nervousness, I told Parwaiz they had a beautiful house and mentioned Khalida was going to show me around. Parwaiz then told me he would show me around the house instead. He took my arm near my elbow and tucked it under his arm and pulled me to him. We chatted as we looked at several of the rooms and then he took me into what was the den. This was set up as an office and had his personal papers everywhere.

As soon as we were in the den, he closed the door behind us and turned to me and said, “Rabia, I know you and Ahmed are very anxious to learn if he is to get his promotion which he is looking forward to so eagerly. I can tell you, confidentially, that he is just about a certainty to get the promotion, but there is just one little item which has to be sorted out first. I always like my staff to do everything I want of them and that includes their wives. I wouldn’t want any man working for me if he didn’t have a wife behind him who would also do everything I wanted from her. You will understand that every manager working for me has a wife who will do anything for me as well as her husband. Do you understand what I am saying? Well, I like a woman who is totally loyal not only to her husband but to me and my company. If you don’t feel you would fit that requirement then you and Ahmed will be disappointed when he doesn’t get his promotion. Do I make myself clear, Rabia?”

I was staggered by his speech - he was obviously wanting me to be at his beck and call as well as Ahmed - did he want me to do work for his company as well at Ahmed or was he meaning something more sinister? I could only assume Ahmed wouldn’t get his promotion if I didn’t agree with Parwaiz so I said I would do anything necessary for Ahmed to get his promotion!

Parwaiz turned me to face him and then took both of my hands in his. He pulled me to him and told me he was glad I understood and he would love to announce Ahmed’s promotion this evening if I was prepared to do some things for him right now. I was beginning to get worried thinking back to what Sarah had said. But I knew Ahmed dearly wanted this promotion so I would have to do whatever Parwaiz wanted.

He took me closely into his arms and began kissing me. He was an attractive man but I didn’t want him to kiss me but I simply put up with it for Ahmed’s sake. Next he held me at arms length and then released my hands and immediately began unbuttoning my dress top. I moved to stop him but he just took his hands away, held them up in front of me and said, “Well, Rabia, I respect your wishes - I guess Ahmed’s promotion isn’t all that important!” And with that he turned to leave the room. I was horrified that I had blown Ahmed’s one chance of his new job.

I apologized to Parwaiz and said I had been a bit silly and didn’t mean to stop him! He then continued undoing the buttons and soon had the top down off my shoulders and off my body altogether. He began feeling my breasts which looked so silly sitting there on this stupid little bra! He spun me around and then undid the catch on the bra and pulled it off my body. Now I was standing naked to the waist in front of Ahmed’s handsome boss. He grinned at me and said, “Nice body” and began caressing my breasts and nipples making me feel very embarrassed. He then slipped his hands down to my waist and pulled me to him so that he could take my nipples in his mouth. He sucked on my nipples for several minutes and I could feel some stirring in between my legs - I was beginning to enjoy what he was doing to me. But this is all wrong! I kept telling myself I was only allowing this because of Ahmed’s promotion but I couldn’t help getting aroused!

There had been a number of men before I met Ahmed who had bared my breasts and sucked my nipples and quite a few of them had gone further and taken my panties off and not only played with me but had fucked me as well. I had been fucked lots of times before I met Ahmed and when I had told him about some of my sexual experiences he just shrugged and said he thought I was making them up to make him jeolous and didn’t believe me and even if it was true, in this day and age he certainly didn’t expect me to be a virgin when he married me. It was probably because this man wasn’t my husband that I was getting so turned on and I kept remembering how I had felt when different men had played with me and sometimes fucked me.
Parwaiz then undid my skirt and let it drop to the floor. Somewhat in a daze I stepped out of my skirt and stood there in front of him wearing just my shoes and my obscene thong. He squatted down in front of me and looked at what the thong didn’t hide. My lips were showing on either side of the thong and I suddenly felt very vulnerable.

Parwaiz then slipped his fingers under the thong and touched my cunt lips. I stepped back, more from instinct than because I didn’t want him to do that, but he immediately stood up and walked towards the door. I called him back and explained and apologized, and so he then slipped his fingers in the band of my thong and pulled it down my legs. Now, apart from my shoes, I was totally naked in front of a man I had only met a couple of hours before. He pulled me to him, kissed me again but very deeply this time, and caressed my breast and nipple at the same time he moved his hand between my legs and inserted one finger inside my cunt! I was shocked but remembered what he had said before and didn’t move away. He played with my cunt inserting more fingers and then he began stroking my clitoris. This always turns me on totally and I knew I was starting to cum!

Parwaiz then moved me back from him, unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants onto the floor. These were followed by his underpants leaving a long and hard cock jutting out in front of his body. He pressed my shoulders down and I knew instantly I had to suck his cock! Ahmed wasn’t very keen on having me suck his cock although I must admit I had sucked lots and lots of cocks before I met Ahmed.

I licked his cock and then moving my tongue around the crown head of his cock I knew I was just wasting time so I slipped my mouth over his cock and took it into my mouth about 4 inches. I kept it there and sucked quite hard on it. His cock was probably about 8 inches long and he just continued pushing it into my mouth until I had it all and my nose was in his pubic hair. I was nearly gagging but somehow I managed to pass his cock down into my throat with some comfort provided I pulled it out every now and again to get my breath. At last I could feel his pumping in my mouth changing pace and he quickened the strokes as I knew he was about to cum in my mouth. I didn’t dislike the taste of cum in my mouth but I had never sucked a cock on a man of this age before. Anyway I managed to pull his cock out until there was only about 2 inches in my mouth as he came. He squirted a lot of cum into my mouth and as he was holding my head I just had to swallow the lot. He kept his cock in my mouth after he had finished shooting his cum and I continued to suck him knowing he wanted his cock hard again. He was hard as a rock a second time in no time at all.
By the time we reached our home most of the cum had dried on my legs but my cunt was still very sloppy wet as that part wasn’t drying like the rest. When we moved indoors after parking the car in the garage, Ahmed suggested I have a shower and clean up before bed. I visited the bathroom but only to pee. I refused his suggestion to shower preferring to just strip off my short skirt and top and then my shoes and lie naked on our bed. I positioned myself so that I was lying on my back, my legs spread widely on the bed where Ahmed could see my cum stained legs and thighs and most of all my cum soaked cleanly waxed cunt. Parwaiz’s cum was caked on my pubic area and also on my belly just near my navel where he had wiped his cock after pulling it out of me. I knew I looked a complete slut lying there without any covering over me. Ahmed certainly didn’t like the cum stained look about me and again asked me to shower before he fucked me. He tried his best to get me into the shower but I refused and to aggravate him further I spread my legs wider and squeezed my cunt muscles as hard as I could in the hope I may be able to force more of Parwaiz’s cum out of my cunt. I think I succeeded judging by the disgusted look on Ahmed’s face. I told him, in no uncertain terms, that there was no way he was going to fuck me again for some time! If he wanted his promotion so badly he had knowingly allowed Parwaiz to fuck me then I had no respect for him at all! Ahmed knew exactly what I was getting at and rolled over on the bed and faced the other way from me. I hoped he couldn’t sleep but I kept thinking about Parwaiz before I dropped off to sleep myself.

When I woke in the morning I looked first at myself and couldn’t believe how much of a slut I looked. There was still a lot of moisture on my cunt lips and the dried cum had a rather white look about it and was completely visible still. Ahmed woke soon after and reached over to caress me but I leapt out of bed and walked slowly to the bathroom where I peed but didn’t wash anything except my face and hands. I walked naked into the kitchen where I prepared our breakfast. Ahmed came into the kitchen in his dressing gown and just stared at my naked body as I moved around getting the breakfast ready. He could easily see my cum stained body which was a constant reminder to him of what he was being punished for.

The entire Saturday & Sunday I avoided cleaning the dried cum on my body. When I was preparing to dress for my work on Monday, I told Ahmed I thought I wouldn’t have a shower this morning and also I wouldn’t wear any underwear at all to work. If this aroused some of the men by the smell of all the sex on my body then that was too bad for him but good for me. If he wanted me to be a slut then I would be happy to oblige. Ahmed begged me to dress properly and to shower first but I refused just donning my short work skirt and shirt and I still had my cum stained legs showing under my skirt. Of course I wasn’t wearing any panties or bra and this was a worry to him. He didn’t know I had a box of wet wipes and fresh underwear in my bag so I could clean up before I reached work but he could worry as much as he liked - I would get even with him.
It was easy to clean up my cum stained legs with the wet wipes and, also a great relief when I could wipe my cunt clean too. Once I was satisfied I was completely clean I carefully slipped my fresh panties on but decided to leave off the bra as it was a bit too hard to put on in the car even though I was quite sheltered from view. I worked all day feeling excited about Parwaiz and what was likely to happen next week but at the same time I had a loathing towards Ahmed . I had also packed my vibrator in my bag when I left this morning and felt I could make Ahmed very unhappy he had allowed me to get fucked by Parwaiz.

Once I had finished work I went to my car where I removed my panties and placed them in my work bag. I then took out the vibrator and gently pushed it deeply into my cunt. I switched it on and immediately I felt stimulated and very excited. With one hand on the steering wheel I drove home slowly using my other hand to play with my clitoris until I had an enormous orgasm right there in the car. As soon as I had cum I knew my cunt was as wet as could be but left the vibrator in me but switched off. After a short time I turned on the vibrator again and began playing with my clitoris. Soon after I exploded into another orgasm this time bigger and better than before. Now my cunt was soaking wet and I was a very sloppy mess. I kept the vibrator in my body running now at a very slow speed and this kept me totally stimulated for the rest of the journey home. Pulling into my parking space I carefully pulled the vibrator out of me and wiped it dry with some tissues before returning it to the bag. I touched my cunt and couldn’t believe just how wet and sloppy it felt.

I walked inside to where Ahmed was waiting. I almost ignored him and walked into our bedroom. I was walking with some difficulty due to the huge orgasms I had just had but didn’t let him know I was so excited. Once I reached the bedroom Ahmed walked in and looked at me. I quickly removed my skirt and stood naked from the waist down in front of him. My cunt and thighs were extremely wet and glistened in the light. Robert was aghast! He immediately thought I had been fucked by someone and his rage made him shake. He demanded to know who had fucked me but I just continued to ignore him and took off my shirt. I had also been playing with my breasts and nipples on the way home and they were red and aroused and he obviously thought I had just had sex with someone. He was furious! I walked slowly to the shower and leisurely washed myself making sure Ahmed could see how I was carefully washing my cunt making out it was very sore!

For the next few days I totally ignored him sexually and although he begged me to let him fuck me I just refused! When he came home that night he told me he had to travel away on his first assignment as manager and asked if I would like to come with him on the trip but I just laughed and told him it would be a waste of time! Ahmed knew he had hurt me badly and decided the only way to get back with me would be to wait until I was ready to forgive him!

At last he left on his business trip. He implored me to forgive him before he left but I just ignored his requests. As he was leaving he told me he would ring me each night about 7.30 to see that I was alright and then he left.

Once he was gone on his early morning flight I almost decided to return to bed but made up my mind to have a shower first and then could go back and have a sleep. I had just stepped out of the shower and dried myself when the doorbell rang. I slipped a dressing gown over my naked body and crept to the front door. I could look out of the glass near the door and was amazed to see Parwaiz standing there! I opened the door and he stepped inside bringing with him a small suitcase. He moved over to me, hugged and kissed me and told me he would make me the happiest woman in the world over the next few days!
I wouldn’t be exaggerating to say he was fucking me within 5 minutes of the doorbell ringing! He had pulled my dressing gown off, kissed and caressed me and carried me into the bedroom. He pushed me down on the bed, spread my legs and without any foreplay had just thrust his very hard cock deep into my cunt! He fucked me and I had to admit I had never been so excited as at that moment. I responded to his fucking and we came together. We simply rolled apart and stayed on the bed until his cock began to harden again. For the second time within a half hour, I was fucked again! I was beginning to like the way he was fucking me and I had absolutely no conscience about fucking another man!

Parwaiz was almost a fucking machine! He fucked me 6 times before our evening meal! Although I felt exhausted I couldn’t believe how exhilarated I felt! I told him Ahmed would be ringing me at 7.30pm and he smiled at me and told me he had a wonderful plan for that time! We ate our meal enjoying each other’s company. We had been naked all day and he hardly ever stopped playing with some part of my body! When the time got near 7.30, Parwaiz told me he wanted me to answer the telephone at 7.30 and to talk naturally to Ahmed not letting him know Parwaiz was there. I was still naked when the telephone rang at precisely at 7.30pm! When I walked over to answer it Parwaiz was just behind me. While I was talking to Ahmed, Parwaiz bent me over the telephone table and quickly pushed his very hard cock straight into my cunt! I was actually being fucked by another man while I talked to my husband! Parwaiz fucked me hard and I had a great deal of difficulty trying to talk naturally to Ahmed. Fortunately just as Parwaiz shot his load deep into my cunt and I came at the same time, Ahmed was telling me about his work and I didn’t have to speak for several minutes! In this time I was able to recover myself and then talk more naturally as I calmed down! Ahmed didn’t even ask what was going on although I am sure he must have wondered as there was some noise as Parwaiz was shoving his cock into me so violently that it rattled the table! Ahmed told me he loved me and I just grunted and then hung up! I turned around to face Parwaiz and told him he was a proper bastard to do that to me while I was talking to Ahmed but he just grinned and said we would do that again every night when Ahmed rang me!

Over the next few days until Ahmed returned, Parwaiz and I fucked like a pair of rabbits. The only reason we weren’t fucking all the time was that Parwaiz needed some time to get his cock hard again. We were fucking like a newly married couple on their honeymoon. Certainly Parwaiz and I had fucked much more often in that week than Ahmed and I had done in the first month of our marriage! Strangely I didn’t have any conscience about what we were doing. I now hated Ahmed for what he had made me do but deep down I knew I loved him and would take him back when he returned.

Every evening when Ahmed rang, Parwaiz would be fucking me while I talked to him. A couple of times I thought we had been found out but Ahmed just thought it was a bad connection and carried on talking. When Parwaiz made me cum I had to place my hand over the phone to stop Ahmed hearing me moan, groan and scream!

Because Patrick was living at my home we were fucking at night too. Neither of us had to go to work and I had plenty of provisions so we didn’t need to leave the house. We remained naked the whole week and fucked as often as we possibly could. I had become a real cum slut and delighted in showing Parwaiz how I had looked when I had returned home from my first fucking with all the cum running down my legs. Parwaiz had an enormous capacity to pour heaps of cum into me when we fucked. He never seemed to diminish his supply of cum even when we fucked several times without waiting for him to recover his supply. Of course I sucked him quite a number of times and enjoyed swallowing his cum too.

We played games, sex games, which I had never played before not with anyone. Parwaiz really expanded my knowledge of sex in a short time. He asked me if anyone had dropped cum into my mouth from a height? I didn’t know what that meant so he demonstrated. He laid me on my back and began fucking me. When he was nearly there he jumped up and stood above my head with a foot on either side. He then instructed me to open my mouth as wide as possible while he jerked his cock until he came. He held his cock, pointing down, slowly stroking it until his cum began to come out of the end. He then maneuvered himself until he was directly above my mouth and started to drip his cum straight into my open mouth. His aim was incredible and every drop landed in my mouth and again I have to say he cums heaps. It is an incredible sensation when the drops of cum hit the back of your mouth and throat and sort of bounce down your throat! Having just been fucked and terribly excited he made me cum just by dripping his cum into my mouth! I really loved this game.

Parwaiz also asked me if I had been fucked in the asshole. I told him Ahmed hadn’t wanted to try that but several of my lovers before I was married had tried but just couldn’t get their cocks into my terribly tight hole. Parwaiz said we would soon fix that. He found a large tube of petroleum jelly in his case and came back to the bed. He told me to get 3 pillows and to place them under my hips and to lie on the bed with my behind elevated. Because of the regular fucking my cunt and asshole were quite wet and Parwaiz attempted to insert his finger in my asshole but it was close tight. He then suggested I evacuate my bowels and return to the bed and we would try again. When I returned I assumed the same position and again he played around with my asshole but it was still tight and he only managed a little bit of his finger inside me. He then lubricated his finger with a lot of petroleum jelly and tried again. This time he was successful and his whole finger entered my asshole. It felt strangely nice and I wanted him to continue. He then wriggled his finger around and told me to relax. Then he was able to insert a second finger and later a third without much difficulty. Next he removed his fingers and tipped some of the petroleum jelly into my hole. My hole remained open from his fingers and I could feel the cold jelly sliding down into my bowels. Next he gathered my vibrator from the table and handed it to me. He told me to use that in my cunt if I needed more sensations. Next he upended the petroleum jelly tube and squeezed it hard squirting most of the tube contents right into my asshole! I could feel it sliding down into my body and the sensation was wonderful. Then he poured some of what was left onto his very hard cock and placed it at my opening. He asked me to take deep breath and gently he eased his cock into my asshole! It slipped in so easily I hardly felt it at all but the sensations began to build up and I had an orgasm almost straight away. Parwaiz fucked my asshole for about 10 minutes - he probably could have held on longer - and then he came right into my bowels. The sensation of his hot sperm shooting in jets right into my body was wonderful. I had already cum, I think, 7 times while he was fucking my asshole but the last, when he shot his load, surpassed all others! I had now really been fucked in the arse and loved every minute of it. Parwaiz was very turned on watching his cum and the petroleum jelly dripping out of my asshole after he made me stand up. Fortunately he made me stand up in the bathroom and the rubbish dripped into the shower recess and was easily washed away. Arse fucking is really a great experience and we did that again several times before he left - each time with less petroleum jelly and more excitement.

Eventually I learned to relax enough to allow his cock to enter my asshole without lubrication - only from previously being dipped into my very wet cunt - that was enough lubrication!

Another of Parwaiz’s tricks was to have me lie on my back while he fucked me and then just before he came he pulled out and gently pumped his cum into my navel! I have a very deep navel and it has always fascinated anyone who has looked at it. I am not fat but I have this deep belly button. Amazingly his cum would fill my navel to the brim. He would then dip his finger in my belly button and scoop up a finger full of cum which he transferred to my waiting mouth. It took a long time before he emptied my navel and I had eaten all of his cum but we both enjoyed the whole sensation. My only comment is that cold cum doesn’t taste as nice as warm or hot cum!

At last it was time for Ahmed to return home. I said goodbye to Parwaiz, somewhat reluctantly, because I had really loved all the attention he had showered on me. I also loved the constant fucking he was able to provide. Although I had been fucked so much, my cunt wasn’t really sore. He was rather a good lover and managed to fuck me with gentle strokes thereby saving me from much soreness which would have been likely with anyone else.

Parwaiz told me he wouldn’t trouble me any further - I had been a wonderful manager’s wife and he respected me a great deal. He added, with a sly smile, he hoped Ahmed would seek more promotion in the future. I could see he would be wanting to fuck me more and more if that was the case.

Ahmed returned home and I was freshly showered and had applied perfume to my body ready for him to fuck me! I was naked when he walked through the front door and I stood there with my arms outstretched waiting for him to take me in his arms. I was so used to being naked in my house over the last week it just felt natural to be naked in front of Ahmed. He quickly removed his clothes and carried me to our bed.

He fucked me as hard and as long as he possibly could and kept telling me he loved me and was very sorry he had allowed Parwaiz to fuck me but felt it was necessary for his promotion. I told him I forgave him and he had better shut up and fuck me again or I would find someone else to do that! It really shook him up when I said that but I didn’t want to let him forget what he had done to me! Sex life with Ahmed has just about returned to normal now but I do wish he had a much longer cock like Parwaiz - it is amazing just how quickly one takes a liking to a longer cock. I guess I will have to settle for Ahmed and his smaller cock now! It sure was fun while it lasted! I wonder if Ahmed will apply for more promotion later on!
 

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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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