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Her boobs looked beautiful as they slightly bounced. She looked very flushed in her face and totally passionate. I don’t remember having seen her so much passion in her in last so many years. She bent down on me and her boobs landed on my hairy chest. Her boobs felt awesome as she moved her boobs sideways. I got a fantastic sensation as her nipples brushed over my nipples. Within minutes we were both moaning. Her face was very close to mine and in an impulse I pulled her face close and kissed her lips. She hungrily parted her lips and our tongues played with tremendous passion. After we broke the kiss, Tulika moved her body down very slowly, brushing my chest, belly and then over my crotch. As her boobs were over my cock, she placed it in between her boobs and held it tight with the help of her hands. My cock was bursting out in pleasure and I felt I might ejaculate any time. I felt relieved as she released my cock saving me the embarrassment of ejaculating.

In the next hand, Ritu lost to Tulika. Tulika announced she would take off Ritu’s bra. Ritu didn’t protest and gave a shy smile. Tulika went close to her and made her stand up. I realised only way Tulika could take off the bra was by lifting her kurta up at least over her belly and I was expectantly waiting to watch her crotch & belly fully exposed. But to my great disappointment, she went behind Ritu and unclasped the bra through the flimsy fabric. She placed her hand on her shoulders and removed the straps. Now the straps were over her upper arms and the cups were hanging loose over the boobs. Tulika inserted her hand through the opening of the kurta and pushed the cups down. Now Ritu freed the straps from her arms and Tulika pulled out the bra. I was enamoured to see Ritu’s lovely boobs through the fabric — much larger than Tulika’s, with a bit of a sag, with large aureoles. Her nipples were really large and peeking through the fabric. I felt tempted to suck those nipples. As the black bra lied on the floor, I picked it up and smelled. It had a lovely aroma, her perfume mixed with perspiration. I checked the tag — my guess was right. It read 36C.

As I sat naked, I counted how many pieces of cloth were still to come off. Only three — Ritu’s kurta and Tulika’s skirt and panty. I was a bit surprised that I was now damn keen to see my wife’s pussy, more than I wanted to see Ritu’s whole naked body. I realised Ritu’s nude body was almost fully in view, silhouetted under the sheer fabric. But Tulika’s pussy was an enigma and I was dying to see it after waxing. My curiosity was stronger because Tulika was continuously avoiding exposing even taking off her skirt. This meant she didn’t even want us to see her panty covered crotch. I wondered why.

Next hand, Tulika lost to Ritu. Ritu said she would like to take off her skirt. Tulika wasn’t game. She said, “I want a major departure. I would like to take off my panty on my own under the cover of my skirt.”As Ritu and I strongly objected, she said, “I am ready to accept any difficult reward for both of you.”

Hearing this, Ritu pondered for a moment and then said, “It seems you are resisting exposing your crotch. That’s ok. But you can always turn your back to us and I can take off your panty exposing your butt. Is that ok with you? If so, the reward would be both of us would do whatever we like in your asshole.”Tulika said, “I am game” and turning her back to us lifted her skirt. Her lovely heart shaped butt under powder blue bikini panty was open before our eyes. As Ritu pulled the panty down and Tulika stepped out, I watched the gap between her thighs. She pressed her thighs close and I couldn’t see any thing. Now Ritu parted her butt cheeks and started licking. Soon Tulika started moaning. After a while Ritu withdrew her mouth and signalled me to come close. I went close and watched her puckered asshole closely. Her asshole was always covered with a thin growth of hair. But now I found it was completely hairless. I felt excited and inserted my finger inside, as Ritu held the butt cheeks wide open. I realised Tulika’s ass wasn’t very tight and I pushed my finger as much as I could. Tulika’s soft moan had tuned into strong grunts.

The hairless puckered skin and the smoothness inside the tunnel excited me like mad. I withdrew my finger and placed my rock hard cock on her asshole. Tulika knew what I wanted, and bent down. As she was on all fours, I pushed my cock hard. I realised she had expanded her asshole and to my delight my rod went straight in. I slowly pushed in & out and Tulika screamed. As the movement was smooth, I increased the speed and soon I was fucking her asshole like nobody’s business. Soon Tulika went stiff as a hard orgasm hit her. Almost simultaneously I spurted warm liquid in her tight tunnel. I remembered fucking her asshole many years ago, when she complained of pain, though at the end she felt the pleasure was worth the pain. But now, I was sure, Tulika felt no pain. In recent years, I never tried her on the rear side and I wondered why I missed so much of pleasure.

As Tulika collapsed on the carpet, my cock slipped out. After a while Tulika got up and excused herself to the toilet. Ritu cleaned my limp cock with a wet cloth and the cold touch felt nice on my still warm cock. To my utter surprise, my cock was having a semi-hard on. Usually it takes quite sometime to get my hardness back after a fuck. That’s why a second fuck in one session has now become a rarity. But now I knew tonight was going to be something very different. I suddenly realised with all my attention drawn to the asshole, I missed watching her pussy, which should have been visible as Tulika parted her legs when she was on all fours. Possibly I did see a thatch of black hair, but couldn’t remember. I felt ever so curious. I was dying to see my wife’s pussy. I prayed Tulika loses at the next hand. God didn’t listen to my prayer, but next hand was great. I won with a trio of 3s over Tulika’s Queen, King and Ace, all of Hearts. Ritu lost with a poor hand and I was delighted to have the opportunity to get her naked.

I wanted to expose her nudity slowly and in stages. I went behind her and lifted her kurta slowly, exposing her huge cinnamon coloured butt. It was shiny smooth and glistened with wetness of perspiration. As the kurta went further up, her back was in view. Her waist looked narrow compared to her huge butt and there was a thin bellow of fat on her sides, adding to the sexiness. Her rear was such a Piece of erotic art. My cock regained some more hardness. I pulled out her kurta over her head and dropping it on the floor, hugged her from behind. My arms were on her ample boobs and I felt a great thrill. My cock was rock hard and was nudging Ritu’s ass. I turned her around and watched her beautiful nudity. Her boobs were most enticing and her nipples stood erect. I controlled my desire to suck those enormous nipples, as thick as my index finger and nearly half inch long. Below her boobs her belly was nicely curved with just the right amount of flab. The belly button looked fabulous and there was a very sexy line of crease over her totally untrimmed thatch of curly hair, wet and matted.

Her body was glistening wet with perspiration and I asked Tulika to hand me a towel. But Tulika asked me to use her kurta, which was to go for washing. I picked up the kurta and smelled it. It didn’t have much of an aroma and turning it inside out smelled the armpit joints. Wow! It did have aroma of her perspiration, not too strong and mixed with her perfume arma, which faded a bit. I wiped her whole body, lovingly and slowly. I started at the back, went from neck down to her ankle. On the way, I parted her butt cheeks and wiped inside. Unlike Tulika’s her asshole, it had quite a bit of hair, short & thin. At the front I started at her feet, went up to the top of her thighs and started again from her shoulder. Made her lift her arms and wiped her armpit with thick hair which was wet with perspiration. I couldn’t resist my urge and licked the hair; Ritu shuddered and I enjoyed the stronger smell of the mixture of perfume & sweat amidst the furriness. I wiped the drops of liquid from her wide cleavage and around her belly button. I put my finger inside the depth of her belly button and she moaned. I wiped her legs, thighs and then gap between the thighs.

As I was thinking of wiping her pussy, Tulika said, “Trying to wipe her cunt is futile. It is leaking continuously.” (“Gud mochhar chesta kora britha. Okhan theke kromagoto jol khoschhe.”) I was shocked at the raw language Tulika used. Normally she avoids the names of private parts and even if she does she would use English words. But using the Bengali name for female genital was too much. Any way, I gave up any attempt to wipe further and went back to my place after briefly kissing Ritu’s bush. The female smell was most enticing. I realised Ritu’s bush was as gorgeous as those of Maria Schneider or Suzanna Hamilton — rich, thick & curly. I was desperate to fuck her. Tulika won the next hand and Ritu lost again. This time she had no piece of garment to lose. Tulika gave a devilish smile and said, “Ritu, you have to perform a ‘dare'” As Ritu raised a questioning eye, Tulika dropped the bombshell — “You have to let me eat your cunt ” (“Tumi amake tomar gud khete debe.”) Again such raw language and with such passion!

Hearing the sentence, Ritu gave a deep sigh; her face was flushed. She simply lay on the floor. Tulika made her fold and part her legs. Now I could see her swollen labia. Tulika parted her labia and dipped her mouth. Within seconds I heard slurping sound. Ritu started moaning and the sound gradually increased in decibel. I just couldn’t sit back and started sucking Ritu’s enormous nipple. I pressed her boobs with my other hand. I alternated between the boobs. After a while, Ritu was restlessly moving her Arms and legs and started screaming, “I can’t take it any more.” (“Ami ar sohyo korte parchhina.”) Within a few minutes her body froze, as she got lost in an earth shattering orgasm. Tulika won the next hand also and my hope of watching her pussy became more distant. This time I was the loser and expectantly waited Tulika’s verdict of a ‘dare’. “You will give Ritu a bath and then fuck her in the tub.” (“tumi Rituke snan koriye debe and tarpor tub er modhye oke chudbe.”) I was totally delighted as I was dying to fuck this hairy woman. Ritu was now reclining on the carpet, her head resting on her elbow, her armpit hair popping out of the folds of her arm. Her ebony coloured body looked awfully sexy. I raised her up holding her around the waist and lovingly took her to our master bathroom. I ran the shower and asked Ritu to stand under it. As I was closing the door, I met with some resistance from outside. It was Tulika. She came inside and said, “I want to watch you two.”

Tulika sat on the toilet and watched us. As I joined Ritu under the shower, I hugged her and her soft body melted in my arms. Ritu raised her face inviting me to a kiss. Our lips got drawn to each other and we had a very long kiss, with our tongues playing with each other. As we kissed, I felt Ritu’s soft curls pressed on my thigh. Her breasts were pressed on my hairy chest and her nipples poked my skin. As we broke the kiss, I turned the shower off. I lovingly soaped her boobs, which felt both soft and firm. I soaped her hairy armpits and loved the feel of the thick hair under my hands. I rinsed her armpits with the hand shower and planted my mouth on the thick hair and licked. Ritu made ‘ooohhoo..’ kind of sound. After rinsing her boobs, I sucked her nipples very hard and now she made ‘oho…………..’ kind of long sound.

After soaping her front, except her bush, I turned her around. I soaped her back and then moved on her butts. It was a great pleasure to press her cheeks like dough. I parted her cheeks and soaped her asshole. At a sudden impulse, I inserted my finger inside her hole. Her tunnel was not at all tight and my finger smoothly went in. I took out my finger and smelled — oh! What an exotic aroma! Now I rinsed the ass hole and put my lips on it. It was great feeling and by then Ritu was hollering loudly. I knew she was now ready to be taken. To make things exciting, I soaped her body all over and she in turn soaped my body. She lovingly soaped my cock and it throbbed in unbearable pleasure.

I laid her slippery body on the floor of the tub and positioned my body over her. She lifted her legs wide and holding my cock in her hand placed it on her bush, which was covered with white lather. It was a great sensation as I cock slipped inside penetrating her labia. Wow! It was such a tight tunnel, but was well lubricated. I pushed my thick cock right inside to fill her tunnel and our lips met. I looked deep into her eyes and we lovingly kissed. The passion rose slowly and our kiss became more & more vigorous. I started pumping her slowly and then increased my speed, simultaneously mercilessly squeezing her boobs. I fucked her like an enraged bull. While Ritu screamed, “Push hard, tear my cunt with your dick.” (“Jore dhokao, tomar banda diye amar gud chhinre phyalo.”) Tulika cheered from the side, “Fuck, Fuck,fuck harder.” (“Chodo, Chodo, aro jore chodo.”) Filthy language from these two sober women Excited me more and I fucked her like there was no tomorrow.As Ritu went into a seizure, I unloaded a lot of cum in her cunt. As I waited for Ritu to recover watched blobs of my cum strewn over her lower belly and pubic hair, I was surprised by another orgasmic sound. I was shocked to see Tulika bringing herself to a great orgasm, with her hand under her skirt and her other hand playing with her nipple. I now knew. She planned this to watch me with another woman and also gave me the pleasure of watching her making out with another woman. This was her anniversary gift to both of us.

After we finished, we reassembled at the living room. All three of us had two orgasms each, but still not much exhausted. Normally after two ejaculations my cock would have been completely limp. But now it dangled with a semi hard on, ready for more action. Ritu’s naked body, now looking fresh after bath excited me. The irony was, I was more eager to watch Tulika, who was still not naked. We started the game again. I picked up ace of heart and showed. Both Ritu and Tulika showed 3 – club and spade. This time my card was 3 of heart. Ritu had 3 of club and Tulika 6 of spade. Next was my 3 of diamond. I had a run, but not of same suit. I was still very hopeful of winning. Actually what I really hoped that Tulika loses and that was more or less sure now. My heartbeat was faster in the hope of watching my wife’s pussy. I was dying to know if she had waxed her pubes. The bush looked so rich this morning and I didn’t want it to go away. As Tulika showed 5 of club, Ritu clapped in joy. I realised she was also too eager to see Tulika’s pussy. She showed ace of club and cried out in joy, “Ebar ami tomake nangto korbo. Ar tumi tomar gud lukiye rakhte parbena.” (“Now i’ll strip you naked. You can’t hide your pussy any more.”)

She almost pounced upon Tulika, who was sitting cross-legged, and tugged at the zipper at the side of the skirt. As she tried to pull the skirt down and urged Tulika to lift her hip (“pachha ektu tolo), I realised to my great dismay that Ritu’s large body was almost completely guarding Tulika’s body. At the same time Ritu’s shapely posterior enticed me. Her bum looked like a huge cinnamon coloured heart. By that time, Ritu had freed Tulika of her skirt and cried, “Wow! What a fantastic thing have you done! (“O ma! Tumi ki darun jinish korechho!”) I immediately moved close to the women and holding Ritu’s waist in my arms tried to look at Tulika’s pussy.I was shocked and surprised at what I saw. Tulika’s pussy was now like one heart around another. Tulika’s dense pubes were in the shape of a heart and inside, the skin was completely bald, again in the form of a heart. The bald area displayed her full slit. I have seen different shapes of pubic hair in porn magazines. But never before I saw such a wonderful decoration of the pussy. I looked more closely. The hair that spilled over to the thighs had completely disappeared. The skin outside the curves of the heart was silky smooth. The bald skin of the inner heart glistened with moisture. The outer labia were swollen and the pink clit peeked out a little. I was too excited to speak and greedily looked at the awesome pussy. By now Ritu had placed her demand for eating the gorgeous pussy, “You must let me eat your pussy.”

“Surely, I will. Also would liked to be fucked by my dear hubby after you suck me.” Tulika folded her legs and spread her thighs invitingly

As Ritu knelt down and dipped her mouth between Tulika’s thighs, the awesome pussy disappeared behind Ritu’s posterior. Slurping sound from Ritu’s Mouth and Tulika’s pussy coupled with Tulika’s deep moans emanated soon and I was awed at the sexy backside of this dark & big woman. Her large bum under her v shaped back looked rather irresistible and moving behind her I caressed the silky ebony skin. I felt rather aroused watching the fold at the bottom of her bum created by her crack. I started squeezing her butts, which felt nice & soft under my palms. I positioned myself behind her with my legs pressing on the sides of her butts and my cock nudging her bum crack. I placed my arms around her and softly pressed her bouncing boobs. It was simply heavenly. Soon Tulika’s moan changed to shrill whimpers and she climaxed strongly. As Ritu withdrew her mouth, she was wet all around her lips. I couldn’t resist the temptation of kissing her and I was greeted with the awesome aroma and taste of my wife’s pussy juice.

Now I saw my wife’s incredible pussy again and was aroused like hell. I waited for her to recover, as I lay besides her holding her body in my arms. After a while, Tulika gave me a loving soft kiss and whispered, “You really liked the décor of my pussy?” “Yes darling, I am dying to enter the new face of the old pussy.” I whispered back.”Come darling, fuck me in doggie style,” she said and tried to get up. I stopped her saying, “No dear, I would like to see the new face from the front” and entered her love hole. Now I fucked her with tremendous gusto and wondered how I had so much of energy even after ejaculating twice. The build up was in steps and I realised this time I would take time to reach the end. As I pushed my cock in and out, Tulika expanded and contracted her tunnel alternately. We got into a great rhythm of making love and after a while, Tulika went into a soft orgasm. I paused for a while and then started stroking again. Now I noticed Ritu watching us closely and playing with her nipples and clit. I pulled her close and whispered to her to let me have her pussy. She stood above Tulika’s head and now her pussy was close to my mouth. I started eating her hairy pussy, as I continued stroking Tulika. As I felt the tempo was at the peak for both women, I inserted my finger in Ritu’s asshole. She immediately had a massive orgasm and collapsed. Taking my hand behind me I put my finger in Tulika’s crack and she lifted her bum to accommodate me. I entered my finger deep inside her asshole and continued stroking her fiercely in both holes. Tulika had an earth shattering orgasm and almost simultaneously I spurted loads of cum. I was amazed at how much cum I unloaded in my third ejaculation.

It took us a long time to recover and Tulika was the first one to pull her body up. She cleaned both of us with a washcloth and asked us to come to the bed. As Ritu was making a move towards the guestroom, Tulika insisted she should sleep in our bed. Our bed is quite large and all three of us dropped on it like sand bags. Within seconds we fell of to sleep.Tell me did you enjoy reading this part?

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Strip Poker in Banjarahills 1
Posted:Mar 30, 2017 6:00 am
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While sitting down Ritu commented, “It’s quite handful. You are lucky, Tulika.””You also may be lucky tonight,” Tulika replied with a grin.As I sat down, I felt too awkward with my erection fully in display through my brief. I attempted to adjust its position, but that didn’t improve things. I was acutely conscious of both the ladies, particularly Ritu, eyeing my erection and started shuffling the cards. Ritu asked Tulika to deal on her behalf as she took a cigarette and signalled me to light it. I lighted her cigarette and one for me. As I gave a long drag and settled down, three cards were in front of me. I picked up one card. It was Ace of Heart. I showed the card. Both the ladies picked up one card each and showed. Tulika had 8 of Spade and Ritu had 3 of Club. My next card was Ace of Diamond and I thought my bad luck was over. Tulika had Jack of Spade and Ritu had 3 of Diamond. My next card was King of Club and I prayed that Tulika didn’t have one more Spade. I was more or less sure of winning the hand, as Tulika’s third card was King of Heart. But Ritu surprised us as she excitedly showed 3 of Spade.

Tulika stood up and was ready to lose the first piece of her clothes. As Ritu came close to her, she turned back to let her open the hooks at the back of the blouse. But Ritu turned her back and said, “No, I want to take off your skirt.” I was delighted, as I would be able to guess if she waxed her pussy hair if her panty is exposed. But for some strange reason, Tulika said she would offer a ‘reward’ for the blouse to be taken off instead of the skirt. “The reward would be –” she announced, “after Ritu takes off my blouse, I will let her lick my belly button.””I seek a modification; I should be allowed to lick anywhere in the exposed part of your body, in addition to bellybutton.” She said with a tone like a counsel in a courtroom.

“No objection,” Tulika said and turned back again to let Ritu open the hooks at the back of her blouse. Within seconds, fair skin of Tulika’s back was in full view. As she turned around, her shapely boobs looked lovely under the lacy dark blue bra. Her aureoles were clearly visible and the erect nipples almost pierced through her bra. Her skirt was just under her bellybutton and she pushed it down by about an inch. The curve of her belly, which was only partly seen above the skirt, looked awfully sexy. I felt as if I was seeing this woman in partial nudity for the first time. It was hard to think that she was married to me for fifteen years and I knew every corner of her naked body. I noticed the line of hair, which ran from her bellybutton down to her bush, had completely disappeared and the fair skin glowed. I was simply dying to know if she waxed her bush. Ritu asked her to lie down. Tulika lay down on the carpet with her hands below her head. Her armpits were silky smooth and had a couple of lines of crease. I felt like licking the silky skin. Ritu straddled over her with her legs on two sides of Tulika’s thighs. As she bent down, her kurta rode up and I could see a part of the silky cinnamon skin of her thighs. The thin fabric of her kurta was tightly stuck over her butts and her skimpy panties were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. I felt as if my cock was exploding.

Ritu started licking Tulika’s neck and then moved on to her armpits. Tulika always gets very tickled & jumpy at the slightest touch at her armpits and starts laughing. If I ever tried to kiss her armpits, she Immediately pushed me away. But as Ritu licked her armpits, she had no such reaction and soon started moaning & breathing heavily. As Ritu’s tongue darted out of her mouth and moved like a snake on the fair skin, it looked awfully enticing. Ritu licked Tulika’s cleavage for a while and then moved down along her belly. As she started swirling her tongue in her bellybutton, Tulika was visibly restless and her moans got stronger. I realised even after fifteen years I didn’t know how sensitive she was at the bellybutton. Since it was Tulika, who suggested licking of bellybutton, I was sure she knew very well what her erogenous spots were. I felt how many other such spots were there. On the whole I felt a bit stupid. I suddenly came out of my private thoughts, I noticed Tulika was moving her hips restlessly and Ritu’s body also showed signs of excitement. This is the first time I was watching two women in this kind of erotic action and whole scenario looked awesome.

Finally the two women disengaged and as they settled down, both were flushed in their faces and were perspiring heavily. I felt like wiping their perspiration, but thought it would be too exciting for me to handle. So, I handed them some tissues. After wiping her face, Ritu inserted her hand through the slit under the neck of the kurta and I was excited to see her lovely cleavage. She wiped her armpits under the kurta and now I could have a glimpse of her thick hair in the armpit. Next, she inserted her hand under the kurta from the lower end and quite a bit of her thigh was exposed. As she wiped her belly under the transparent kurta, I felt like pouncing upon her and my cock was trying to tear through my brief. By the time I noticed Tulika, she had almost finished wiping her body and was lovingly moving the tissue in her bellybutton. At this stage, I asked her how did she know the bellybutton was such a great source of pleasure for her, because I don’t remember having licked her bellybutton. (“Nabhite je eto uttejona lukiye thake, tumi janle ki kore? Ami to kohono tomar nabhite jiv deini.”)

She smiled and said, “Those two Sundays with my mom in the bathroom, when we both bathed in the nude, would never fade from my memory. Mom licked me all over my body and explored every corner. I enjoyed her tongue everywhere but especially felt aroused when she licked my bellybutton. Ever since then I nursed a desire to be licked at the bellybutton.”(“Sei dui robibarer smriti, jokhon mar sathe bathroome nangto hoye snan korechhilam, kokhono bhulbona. Ma tokhon amar sorrier protyek konay konay jiv diye ador korechhilo. Sob jaygay bhalo lagleo, nabhite jiver chhonya amake pagol kore diyechhilo. Sei theke ami nabhite jiver chhonya paoar swapna dekhchhi.”)”But in last fifteen years, you never asked me to pleasure you there.” I expressed my surprise.

With a naughty smile she said, “I wanted it from a woman, my dear husband.”I noticed Ritu was looking at Tulika with an appreciative smile. I wondered what unspoken thoughts were exchanged between these two women and asked if we should go ahead with the next hand. They both said “Of course” and Ritu asked me to deal on her behalf. As I dealt, I wondered if my bad luck would continue and I was destined to get fully stripped now.

This time, my first card was 4 of Club. Ritu had Ace of Heart and Tulika had Queen of Diamond. Ritu’s next card was 10 of Diamond, Tulika had Jack of Club and I had 3 of Club. Ritu’s third card was Jack of Diamond. She looked a bit hopeful but was disappointed as Tulika showed Jack of Heart. Tulika was delighted with her pair of Jacks and thought she won even when I showed 3 of Club. I broke her delight by pointing out I had all three Clubs with a run. I was happy to have broken the train of bad luck and announced I wanted to take off Ritu’s kurta.

Unexpectedly, Ritu wanted her panty to be taken off and announced she would massage my back as ‘reward’. I specified the massage should be after I take off her panty and she agreed. As Ritu stood up, I knelt down in front of her and watched her waist and belly closely through the sheer fabric. I placed my hands on her legs under the hem of her kurta and slowly moved up along her silky smooth thighs. As I was getting close to her panty I felt breathless in excitement and as my hands were at the sides of the crotch of her panty, I couldn’t believe my hands were touching streaks of hair peeking out of the sides. I wanted to delay the pleasure of touching her fur and moved my hands over her waist, belly and lower back. I again found her pubes peeking out of the waistband of her panty and my heart pounded like a hammer.

Finally, I pushed my fingers through the waistband and felt a rich furriness. I pulled the panty down very slowly, millimetre by millimetre and relished the increasing richness of the fur under my fingers. As the panty went lower & lower, I was awed at the wetness of the hair. With a lot of will power I resisted the temptation to dig my fingers into the source of wetness and finally pulled the panty down to her ankles. Now a large black triangular patch was clearly visible through the thin fabric. As I took the panty in my hand and noticed its wetness, Tulika came up to me and snatched it. She examined the crotch and turned it around. She took out a couple of pieces of curly hair, which were stuck in the fabric and blew them away in the air with a naughty smile. She deeply smelled the crotch and said, “mmmm”. She threw the panty to me and I dug my nose into the wet crotch. Wow! What an intoxicating smell it was! It was a mixture of her perfume, perspiration and an overwhelming aroma of her erotic juice.

As I was folding the panty, Tulika said, “She can’t wear it anymore. Put it in the cloth basket for washing. She has to go home tomorrow without any panty.” (“Ota o ar porte parbena. Otake kachhar jonyo phele dao. Kal oke panty chharai bari jete hobe.”)Ritu looked slightly embarrassed at all these and asked me to lie down on the carpet on my stomach. As I was lowering my body on the carpet, I adjusted my shaft under the brief.Tulika noticed the movements of my hands and told Ritu, “See how horny you have made this man.”

Ritu was standing by my side and said with an embarrassed smile, “Why me alone? You have contributed to his horniness too.”Ritu lifted the hem of her kurta up to her mid thigh and straddled over my hips, with her legs on two sides. As she lowered herself on my hips, I felt the touch of her fur and the naked skin of her butts on my thighs & the lower end of my butts. I closed my thighs to get the full impact of her touch. It was such an awesome feeling; I was unable to believe it was real. She started massaging my shoulders and then moved downwards along the spine. Suddenly, she lifted her ass and I thought the massage was over. But within seconds, her ass & crotch was on my lower back, this time with much closer touch.I heard Tulika saying, “Hey, what are you up to?” Ritu replied, “Just wait & watch.”She rested her hands on the floor and I could listen to her heavy breathing. Now I felt Ritu’s crotch moving on my back, slowly but with a lot of pressure. She was grinding her crotch on my back and sliding up my spine. Wow! I was simply carried away with the soft & furry touch of her completely wet pussy. Once in Bangkok a girl massaged me with her naked body, which was very exciting. But compared to this, the Bangkok massage was ’s play. After a while Ritu lowered her full body on my back. She pressed her boobs on my back and gave me a very wet kiss on my neck. She licked my ears too and I was simply dying out of pleasure. By the time it was over, I was having difficulty in controlling my hard on.

As I sat up, I realised my back was wet and Tulika noticed it. She said, “Both of you need some wiping” and wiped my back with tissues. She looked at Ritu, who had some wet spots on her kurta & was still breathing a bit heavily and said, “Shall I wipe your wetness down there?” (“Ami ki nicher bheja jaygata muche debo?”)Ritu said, “There would be lot of wetness later and you will get more opportunity. This time, I may not be able to take it.” (“Aro onekbar bhijbe, tokhon onek sujog pabe muchhbar. Ekhon ami ota thik nite parbona.”) But Tulika wasn’t in a mood to relent and said, “You are capable of taking much more than this.” (“Tumi er theke onek beshi nite parbe.”) and went close to her with a bunch of tissues. She made Ritu turn her back towards me and knelt down in front of her. As she started wiping Ritu’s pussy by putting her hands up inside her kurta, I felt a bit left out and jealous of the privacy these two women were trying to build around them. Tulika took quite a bit of time and after sometime started giggling.

“The more I am trying to wipe the spot dry, the more it is getting wet!” she said and laughed her head off. (“Jaygata jotoi muchhe shukno korar chesta korchhi, totoi ota bhije jachchhe!” Ritu now pulled her up and said, “Enough of naughtiness. Now let me see how wet you are.” (“Onek dushtumi hoyechhe. Ekhon dekhi tumi kotota bhijechho,”)Ritu knelt down and tried to lift her skirt, but Tulika didn’t allow her. As they finally settled down in their own places, I wondered why Tulika was so resistant to allowing Ritu to touch her pussy. After all, she had her panty on. My curiosity about her pussy grew stronger. I realised, I was more curious about my wife’s erotic spot than even the first night after our marriage. After dealing the cards, I was again scared of losing my brief and getting naked first. In my eagerness I looked at all my cards and my heart sank as I had 3 of Heart, 3 of Club and 5 of Diamond. Without waiting for others to show their cards, I packed. I watched the two women showing their card and eagerly waited to know which one would get me naked. Tulika’s first card was 6 of Diamond matched by Ritu’s 6 of Spade. Tulika’s second card 9 of Diamond was again matched by Ritu’s 9 of Spade. As the game turned very interesting, Ritu’s third card came first and it was a Jack of Heart. Tulika looked at her third card and announced, “It’s a Jack also.” From her expression it was not possible to decipher which Jack it was. Keeping us in suspense, Tulika took my cigarette and gave a long drag. She blew her smoke on my face and showed her Jack of Spade. She proudly said, “I am the woman, who’s going to strip you naked, my dear husband.” (“Amar priyo swami debota, ami sei nari je tomake nangto korbe.”)

She made her win so dramatic I was no longer scared of the ignominy of getting naked first. Rather I loved the idea of getting stripped by my wife. I stood up and Tulika knelt in front of me. She made no attempt to do any thing with my brief and started with loving kisses on my knees. She licked all the way up on my right thigh and then repeated the journey of her tongue on my left thigh. The strong sensation made my knees extremely week. She next planted a kiss on my bellybutton and lowering her mouth, held the waistband of my brief in her teeth. She pulled the brief down very slowly exposing my rock hard cock from the base, millimetre by millimetre. When my cock was half exposed, she removed her mouth and panted for a while. Looking at Ritu, she said, “See, how thick it is. Guess what’s the diameter.” (“Dekhchho, kemon mota. Boloto koto inchi.”)Ritu looked pretty excited and said, “Pretty mouthful. Two inches?”

“No, a little less” she said and again held the waistband with her teeth. Now she pulled it down in one stroke and the hard shaft hit her face as it sprang open. She moved her face a bit and let it fully in the open. It stood almost horizontal and I felt damn proud of it. She held it in her hand and asked Ritu, “You like it? Guess how long it is.” (“Kemon dekhechho? Boloto kotota lamba?”) “It’s larger than I thought. About eight inches?” Ritu said. (“Ja bhebechhilam tar theke boro. At inchi hobe?”) “No, about a quarter of an inch less.” Tulika was precise. “Come, have a closer look and welcome it.” Ritu crawled up close to me as Tulika held on to my cock as an object of demonstration. As Ritu closely watched the shaft, Tulika told her to touch & feel it. Ritu ran her finger over it and felt the veins. She took the balls in her hand and felt it with a light squeeze. I was feeling a strong sensation as Ritu’s hands moved over my cock & balls. Tulika pulled open the foreskin and as the pink head came out she gave a light kiss. Ritu watched the head closely and I noticed wetness at the hole at the tip. Ritu finally gave a loving kiss on my cock and went back to her place. I felt a bit relieved, as I was apprehensive of the fondling going on too long. I was scared of ejaculating too soon as I this new excitement was playing havoc on me.

As I sat down, I felt very awkward. While I sat down Indian style, my cock was prominently jutting out. No way I could hide it and both the women, particularly Ritu kept on looking at it. I had no other option but to ignore it and asked them to start the next hand. Tulika dealt the cards. I picked up my first card and it was a 10 of Spade. Tulika had King of Diamond and Ritu had Ace of Diamond. My next card was 10 of Heart and my hopes revived a bit. But my heart sank again as Tulika’s card was King of Spade and Ritu had 6 of Diamond. As I delayed looking at my third card, Tulika hurriedly showed her third card and it Was 6 of Spade. Ritu showed Ace of Heart with a winning smile. I was now sure I was the loser and reluctantly opened my third card. Wow! It was a 10 of club! I couldn’t believe I had a trio and won.I stood up proudly and announced my desire to take off from Tulika not her skirt but her panty. This was the result of my extreme eagerness to touch Tulika’s pussy. But Tulika offered her bra instead. I was now sure she was keen to hide the condition of her pussy as long as she could. I wondered what the ‘reward’ would be. I guessed she would offer to suck my cock. I was not very keen on that; I rather preferred the first suck comes from Ritu. Tulika announced, “The ‘reward’ would be a massage of the whole body with my boobs.”

I was startled at the novelty of the idea and asked Tulika to come close to me. Both of us stood facing each other and with my arms around her back I unclasped the hook of her lacy black bra. I bent forward and kissed her cleavage. I ran my tongue along the cleavage and pushed the bra down. My tongue was aggressive enough to slide down the bra, as Tulika helped by moving the straps of the bra with her thumbs. As the bra fell off Tulika’s lovely boobs came into view. She had modest sag in her 34B boobs, which had conical shape. Her brown aureoles were in contrast with her very fair skin and her nipples were fully erect. I felt like sucking them, but stopped at giving a short lick all over her boobs.

As I stepped away letting Ritu to have a look, she came closer and fondly ran her fingers over the boobs. She gave a light stroke on the boobs and the mounds moved very slightly, showing their firmness. Tulika now asked me to lie down on my stomach and I gently obeyed. As I did so, I held my cock down so that I could comfortably press it down on the carpet. I felt Tulika’s skirt on my hips as she straddled me and soon felt her boobs on my back. As the boobs were pressed hard on my back, the balls of flesh felt both soft and firm. The nipples were so hard, I could feel them on my skin. The sensation was out of this world, as the boobs moved all over my back, from the shoulders to the waist. There was a short pause after the boobs reached my waist, when her skirt covered hips were on my lower legs.

At the next stage, sensation grew stronger as her boobs traversed over my butts, pressing those with lot of pleasure. By now I could hear Tulika’s heavy breathing & light moaning. As the boobs were on my crack, I could feel her fingers parting my butt cheeks and now her one nipple was in my crack & the other boob on my thigh, moving up & down. It’s hard to describe the tingling sensation that I had. After repeating the process with her other nipple, she slowly slipped out of my crack. She brought my thighs together and ran her boobs along the hairy skin. Tulika said she was over with the back and asked me to turn over. As I did so, my cock jutted out like a torpedo out of my crotch. Ritu was standing by my side and watching and I could see her naked thighs as I looked through the bottom of her kurta. As she moved a little, I had a glance of her dark hair and my cock twitched. Tulika straddled me and rested her hips just above my crotch. She carefully kept her hips & bottom of her crotch covered with her skirt and I couldn’t feel her pussy at all through the thick fabric. As the front of her skirt rode high, I could see her Creamy thighs, but her panty was out of sight. Her hips pressed the base of my cock and it took almost a horizontal position.
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Strip Poker in Banjarahills
Posted:Mar 30, 2017 5:58 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 12:21 am
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This story is a continuation of my earlier stories. It is recommended that the earlier story be read first. However, I am adding a part of the earlier story here to make this one an independent story. Please remember to vote so that I know how I have fared. Constructive criticism is very much welcome.My wife Tulika & I are married for fifteen years. She is now 29 and I am 31. Both of us have successful careers. She is a senior manager in a bank and I am a Senior Project Manager in a software company at Hitech City. Tulika is a very pretty woman, slim & extremely very fair. She is 5′ 3″ and weighs 48 kgs (105 lbs). Her moderate 34B boobs are shapely, her waist is narrow (3 and her hips are very large & curvaceous (3. She was a classical dancer and after she gave up dancing her hips grew in size. I am also in a good shape, 5′ 10″, 73 kgs (160 lbs). I have managed to avoid a paunch by playing golf 3-4 days a week.

As none of us travel much, we have plenty of opportunity to freely enjoy sex at home. We all along had a fairly active sex life. We enjoyed sex 3-3 times a week and were happy about it. We always tried to spice up our sex life by trying out different things. But for last couple of years the frequency of making love has gone down. I realised my sex urge is still very strong, but my eagerness for having sex with Tulika has gone down. I felt guilty about it and tried to make it up by having sex with her, even when I was not particularly keen on having sex. From Tulika’s body language at the time of having sex, I was pretty sure her sex urge was still pretty high. In any case, it’s common knowledge that women’s sexual urge is highest in mid thirties. But I noticed she never initiates sex these days. Earlier she very often did things to tempt me for sex. Another new thing was, I fantasised about other women when having sex with Tulika. Only such fantasy brought me to climax. Tulika also took much longer to climax.

One evening, she & I sat naked in our lounge and enjoyed drinks. This was something very favourite to both of us. Usually after a couple of pegs, we both turn horny and we start exploring each other’s body. As we drink more, our horniness builds up in stages and eventually we have wild sex. But that evening was very dull. To liven it up, I ran a movie on our DVD. The movie was pretty hot and it turned both of us on. While watching the movie we sucked & licked each other and eventually had sex on the floor by turning the movie off midway. We both had very strong climax. After we recovered, Tulika started the movie again. Though I was sleepy, I carried on with more drinks and watched the movie till the end. When the movie was over, we had sex again. As we lied on the floor fully exhausted, I said, “Do you realise we made love twice in one session after a very long time. Possibly after two years.””Of course, I do,” she said in a rueful voice, “our bodies are loosing charm to each other. We need to watch others to get turned on.””You are more than correct,” I was emphatic, “but what do we do improve things?””What thoughts do you have in mind, when you have sex with me?” she asked.

“I imagine two things — either I am fucking another woman or you are being fucked by another man.” I was totally frank.

“Hey, I have very similar thoughts. I do imagine getting laid by another man, but the thought of you fucking another woman excites me a lot more.” She said in an excited voice. “Don’t you have any other fantasy?” she asked.”Yes I do. I imagine another woman & you making love.” I said with the apprehension that she would not like this.She kept mum for a while and said, “I have such naughty thoughts too.”As she said this, she gave me a kiss and as the kiss continued, I inserted my finger in her shaved pussy. (She used to be hairy earlier, as I loved her thick jungle. But off late she shaves herself clean. Another indication of loss of interest in me.) She held my cock, which was getting erect. We finally got into 69 position and made each other cum. After that fantastic evening, we felt happy that we fully understood each other’s mind. We both knew we got to do something to fulfil our needs, but we didn’t talk about it. There were too many hindrances. We knew for both of us social taboo wasn’t any problem. But for the outer world it was. There were willing men in plenty. But women were too orthodox and inhibited. We kept on thinking, but there were no solutions in sight.

Usually we celebrated our wedding anniversary with a party. As our fifteenth anniversary was approaching, I was planning something big. But Tulika said this time she would prefer a quiet dinner at home. I was a bit intrigued but kept quiet. On the anniversary day, I gifted her a diamond necklace. As I was getting ready for office, I noticed Tulika was in the bathroom early, though she said she taken leave for that day. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. Tulika was standing there stark naked. The necklace was tied on her waist and the pendant was dangling on her pussy, which was now covered with a thick bush. I realised we didn’t have sex for nearly two weeks and that’s why I didn’t notice Tulika had stopped shaving. This made me crazy with excitement and I drew her naked body close and kissed her deeply. As I was pressing her boobs hard, she disengaged herself. She said I should reserve my passion for the evening, when a still more exciting surprise would be awaiting me.

In the evening, after reaching home there wasn’t anything exciting. Tulika had already dressed up. She wore a powder blue silk skirt, with dark blue embroidery on it. It reached just above her knees Her blouse matched the colour of the embroidery and was sleeveless. Her armpit was silky smooth and the light hair she had on her legs & thighs had also disappeared, leaving a glowing skin. As I was watching her, she asked me with a smile if I liked the waxing job. I asked her if she had a whole body waxing. She said, let that remain a surprise. Though I was very keen to find out, I didn’t push her. After I had my shower, I dressed up in Jeans and a round neck T-shirt. By the time I was ready, the doorbell rang. As no guest was expected, I wondered who it was. To my most pleasant surprise, it was Ritu. She was Tulika’s colleague. She was a little elder than Tulika and a divorcee. I had a special interest in Ritu because of her sexy look and as she didn’t try to hide her attraction for me. The way she hugged me and kissed me on the cheeks, her physical desire was more than evident. This was, of course, a social embarrassment for me and I was also worried about Tulika’s reaction. She was a dark and big built woman, with a very attractive face and thick sexy lips. Tulika told me Ritu often dated different guys, but none were steady.

I possibly saw her 6 months ago, when she was quite plump. She was about 5’8″ with huge boobs, must be 38D. Her hips were also large, may be 40 or so and very nicely curved. Tulika did mention Ritu was regularly working out and lost weight. But now I was amazed to see how much she had reduced. Now her waistline was much thinner, giving her an hourglass shape and the tyres of flab around her waist had almost vanished. Her thick arms had reduced and her neck looked much longer. Her hairstyle was changed. Now her hair was nicely bobbed. I wasn’t sure if her boobs and hips had reduced in size, but they definitely looked much more curvaceous & sexier.

Ritu was wearing a milk white Kurta (a long loose top extending to her knees) & Churidar (Indian style pyjama bottom, tightly fitted at the ankles with hooks) made of a special cotton fabric called Lucknow Chikon. The cotton is very light and there is embroidery on it. The fabric is almost transparent and made crisp with starch. Women in India usually wear a slip under such a kurta as the fabric is almost see through. But Niki had dared wearing it without any slip and her cinnamon coloured skin & her black bra were clearly visible through the fabric. The fabric was really transparent. Even under two layers her back panty on her dark hips could be visualised from the backside. I was simply enamoured to see the sexy dark beauty at our doorstep and now knew what Tulika meant as a surprise.

Ritu had a bouquet of yellow roses in her hand. As Tulika took the bouquet from her hand, she hugged me and planted a kiss on my lips. The kiss was a little longer than usual and I deeply enjoyed the aroma of her perfume, the soft & wet touch of her awesome lips and the warmth of her luscious body. As I knew Tulika’s mind, I wasn’t embarrassed at her overture, but there was already a stir in my crotch and I was scared of erection showing up. Tulika & Ritu settled down in the lounge and I started arranging drinks. As both the ladies chose to drink malt whisky, my job became easier. I placed the whisky bottle, a large two litre soda bottle and the ice pail on the centre table. I poured small drinks for Tulika & me, Tulika’s one with full soda & a little ice and mine with plenty of ice and a dash of soda. As I asked Ritu for her preference, she wanted a large one on the rocks. Since I didn’t use a peg measure, I generously poured whisky in Ritu’s glass on lots of ice. I lighted two cigarettes for Ritu & me. When we were in the second round of drinks, Tulika started sharing puffs with both Ritu & me.

After first two rounds of drinks, the mood was pink and I put on some slow music. Tulika & I danced close, and I revelled in the softness of her body. Later, Tulika & Ritu danced with a fast lively music and I fondly watched the two women, very different from each other but both very beautiful in their own ways. They finished the dance with a tight hug and kiss on the lips. It looked a bit unusual, but gave me kick too.

After dancing Tulika said, “Today let’s share some of our secrets between three of us. Both of you have shared your secrets with me on one to one basis. But I am sure you have more closely guarded secrets to share. I also have some secrets, which I have never shared with anyone. Let’s bring out those secrets in the open. This will certainly be more interesting than casual chatting”This was a welcome proposition for both Ritu and me. Tulika told her secret first, it was quite erotic and Ritu was visibly excited. Next was my turn and my story was a hit with both women. At this stage, we realised it was too late for Ritu to go back home. Tulika said she is welcome to spend the night with us. Ritu readily agreed and I wondered what was in store for me for rest of the night. By this time, both ladies were quite drunk and there legs were tottering. We had dinner and after dinner the ladies were steadier on their feet. I didn’t serve anymore drink after dinner to make sure the alcohol didn’t spoil the show.

Next was Ritu’s turn to share her secret. As she finished her story, all three of us sat spell bound for a while. Having heard the exciting stories I was feeling very horny. As I looked at Tulika & Ritu, their faces were flushed. I was sure they were feeling horny too and was wondering where was this night leading us.At this stage, Tulika suddenly said, “I have read so many stories about Strip Poker and quite curious about it. Why don’t we try it today?”My heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. I said, “I am game, if Ritu is willing.”As I waited for Ritu’s answer with bated breath, she said, “I don’t know poker. Only card game I know is Indian version played with three cards.”Tulika said, “That’s perfectly ok. But I hope you are aware of the implication of ‘strip’. One who loses a hand would have to take off one article he or she is wearing.”As Ritu looked at Tulika with wide eyes, I thought she was going to say no. She increased my blood pressure by keeping quiet for a while. She raised her glass to her lips and I noticed her hand was trembling. She repeatedly sipped the drink but didn’t say any thing and my heart was beating so hard that one could almost hear the sound.At long last, Ritu drained her glass, took a long drag on her cigarette and said, “I am not going to spoil the show. I am game!”

I explained the game to Ritu and she said it was ok with her as she played this game earlier by betting money. Tulika said, there are all kinds of rules about the stripping part and it was best to set our own rules. I asked her to set the rules and she spelt out the rules one by one.Tulika set the first rule, “Since we are two women and one man, we could have had the man playing against the two women. That means either the man is either a winner or a loser. But I would prefer we play a straight game so that any one of us could be winner or loser. What do you say?”As we both agreed, Tulika said, “The loser of a round will lose one piece of garment. The winner decides which garment has to be taken off and also has the option to take off the garment from the loser.””In case the loser doesn’t want to take off the piece suggested by the winner, he or she can get it changed by the winner by pleasing him or her with a ‘reward’. A ‘reward’ would mean a physical action that pleases the winner.”

I was worried if by stroke of bad luck I am the first one to lose all clothes and the game ends there, I would be left high & dry. So I asked Tulika, “How long the game would continue?”

“At least till all three are stark naked,” (“Jotokshon na amra tinjonei puro nangto hochchhi”) she declared with a naughty smile and continued, “The first person to lose all clothes will continue in the game. If she or he loses another hand the winner will ask her to perform a ‘dare’, which means to do some thing suggested by the winner. He or she can get the ‘dare’ changed against a ‘reward’ to the winner.”Now I said, “Does the game end when all of us lost all clothes?”As Tulika said, “That depends on our mood at that stage.” Ritu shocked me by saying, “I am sure it will continue.” We sat down on the carpet and sat Indian style. I realised I was at a disadvantage. I had only three pieces of clothes as against the women’s four each. Ritu had kurta, churidar, bra and panty. Tulika had skirt, blouse, bra and panty. But I had T-shirt, jeans and brief. I told them so and wanted to wear a vest under the T-shirt. But Tulika completely disapproved the idea.

When I looked at Ritu for support, she said’ “We all are going to be naked at the end, aren’t we? What difference will one piece make?” (“Amra sobai to seshe puro nangto hobo. Ekta jamay ki ase jay?”I was now sure this woman was in a perfectly buoyant mood, may be she was hornier than even me. I felt a strong stir in my crotch. I dealt the first hand. Ritu made a face looking at the cards and dumped her cards without even a show. I was surprised at this, because with so few players, it usually ends in all three showing. Tulika asked for a show and I showed my poor hand of 5, 6 & 9. Tulika clapped her hands in joy and showed a 6, 7 & Jack. Ritu said, “Oh my god, I had a pair of 3.”

We realised Ritu was under the impression only runs, flash, trio, etc are worth playing. I told her one could win even with a low hand and one should never pack. Any way, the damage was already done and Ritu was the loser. I was hoping Tulika would take her kurta off and I would be able to see Ritu’s cinnamon skin naked from waist upward, except for the bra. I was also hopeful she had unshaved armpits. As I watched closely, through the thin fabric I could see some hair under the folds of her armpits. Since it wasn’t very clear, I wasn’t sure if I was seeing right or just imagining. These thoughts made me too damn horny and I waited with bated breath for the kurta to come off.But things turned out to be different. Tulika signalled her to stand up and said, “Let me take off your churidar first.”

AS Ritu stood up Tulika went close to her, knelt down and unhooked the bottom of the churidar. She moved her hands up under the kurta along Ritu’s thighs, and reached the waistband of the churidar. She untied the string at the waist and the churidar slowly slipped along Ritu’s thighs & legs. I watched Ritu’s shapely long thighs more clearly being seen under the sheer fabric. I could now have a better view of her bellybutton & her black panties and my impatience for seeing her naked grew stronger. As Ritu stepped out of the churidar, Tulika picked it up and after neatly folding it kept it on the sofa. She held Ritu on her forearms and turned her back giving me a nice show of Ritu’s backside through the thin fabric. Her ample hips looked very nice under her narrower waistline.

As Ritu and Tulika sat down, Tulika dealt the next hand. This time I had 7,8 and King and showed my cards. Tulika smilingly showed her cards, a pair of 10s and a King. Now Ritu showed her cards one by one, first 3, next 4 and finally 5, all of the same suit! Tulika clapped her hands and Ritu stood up with a proud smile. As I stood up, Ritu came closer and gave me a light hug. As her body touched mine, my cock twitched. She said, “Let me see your chest.” And looked at Tulika seeking her approval. Tulika gave her thumbs up and she pulled at my T-shirt. I raised my arms and she pulled my T-shirt over my head. She fondly moved her hands over my hairy chest. As she gave a light kiss on my chest, Tulika protested, “You can only take off the piece of cloth and do nothing more. You can do that later, may be as a ‘reward’ or as a ‘dare’.”To this I protested. “You can’t make this so mundane by being rule ridden. Taking off the clothing for another person is an exciting action. Why can’t the excitement be displayed? And such small display of affection can’t be a ‘reward’. A ‘reward’ has to be lot more exciting.”

After Tulika’s protest, Ritu had moved away. Now she looked at Tulika and said, “He is right. We can’t have too much restrictions that spoils the fun.”As Tulika relented by saying, “Ok, I stand corrected,” Ritu moved closer, brought her face close to my chest, licked my hairy chest and at the end tickled my nipples with her tongue. She moved back leaving me damn horny. Ritu folded the T-shirt, kept it on the sofa and went back to her seat. She dealt the next hand. I got a pair of 6. Tulika surprised us by showing another pair of 6. She showed a Queen to beat my top card of 10 and looked at Ritu. The first card Ritu showed was an Ace. Next came a Queen. The last card was another Ace.Tulika cheered and said, “Ritu is determined to get you naked first.” (“Ritu aj tomake prothome nangto korei chharbe.”)

Ritu was visibly delighted and stood up. I wasn’t very pleased at the prospects of getting stripped off so quickly and helplessly stood up. Ritu came close, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down. She lightly touched the bulge at my crotch through the open fly and the feel of her fingers on my cock gave me a strong stir. She turned me back and kneeling down behind me slowly pulled my jeans down. As my brief got exposed, she softly pressed my butts and pulled the jeans further down. As my thighs got exposed she lovingly ran her palm over them. She pulled the jeans down to my ankles and as I was stepped out of it, she turned me back. Now my erect cock, which was trying to get out of the waistband of the brief, was right in front of her face. At this point, Tulika said, “Do you like the size, Ritu?”

“Of course, I do,” she said in a husky voice with her eyes fixed on the erect pole under the brief. She kept on watching it for a while and I realised the wetness at the tip of the cock had created a wet spot on the fabric. Suddenly, she held my cock in her hand and gave it a squeeze. It ran a shock wave through my spine. As I wondered what her next move would be, she took her hand away and picking up my jeans neatly folded it. After keeping it on the stack of clothes on the sofa, she went back to her seat.
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Steamer Party in Germany with Indian Bombshell
Posted:Mar 25, 2016 9:26 am
Last Updated:Mar 27, 2016 1:26 am
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A few years back I traveled to Germany very often. My company got a huge software development assignment from a German Software company who got this assignment from a German ship builder. I was given the charge of both supervising the development at home and implementing it at the site in Germany. So I had to visit very frequently two places in Germany, Cologne where the German Software Company was located and Hamburg where the German Ship builder was located.

At Cologne, I met a very charming young Indian couple, both of them Software Engineers, working with the German Software Company. Being north Indian, both of them were tall, fair and well built. Particularly the bride Roma was curvy and voluptuous with two beautiful eyes. I had to interact with them, as they were associated with the project. After a few visits we became friends. As there were very few Indians in Cologne, they used to invite me every Saturday during my visit to Cologne and entertained me with mouth watering north Indian foods and very expensive French wine, for which I had special fascination.

During one of my visits I couldn’t see Roma’s husband. Later I learned from her that he had gone to France to finalize a prestigious Software project with a French company, a part of which might be offloaded to our company. I was happy to know about this prospect. But I was a bit sad. Being an Indian I knew, this time Roma wouldn’t dare to invite me to their apartment and I would certainly miss the sumptuous food with exquisite French wine. Usually they used to invite a few of their friends in their Saturday gathering. We used to drink, dine, gossip past midnight. Every time they or their friends dropped me at the hotel.

This time when I left the office on Friday evening, Roma just smiled and said goodbye. I knew, I had to manage my dinner either at my hotel or at any nearby restaurant on Saturday evening. I was feeling really bad missing the usual Saturday gathering that I was used to since my intimacy with the couple.

I spent the entire Saturday morning shopping for my wife and had a long sleep in the afternoon. I got up around six when the phone buzzed a few times. I thought some one from my implementation team calling me. But when I heard a female voice at the other end, “Hey handsome, what are you doing?” I was little surprised, but unable to identify the caller.

“Who is there?” I asked anxiously.

“I’m Roma ” the lovely voice murmured.

“Oh, what a surprise” I gasped for a breath.

My surprise was not only for her unexpected call, but for her calling me handsome. I knew, people around me considered me a hunk. But she never acknowledged it openly.

“I think, this time you’re missing the Saturday gathering. Isn’t it” I could hear her giggle on the phone.

“Oh, yeah” I exhaled rapidly, “I would really miss your warm hospitality and the sumptuous food. And of course the unforgettable French wine.”

“Very sorry” her voice was full of apology, “What to do. A small hitch in the contract finalization held my hubby in the French capital over the weekend. He’ll be back by Tuesday.”

“Sad. Your hubby spoilt my lovely week end” I joked with a loud laughter.

“Don’t worry dear” she said intimately “If you’re interested, you can accompany me to a Steamer party. It’ll be a great new experience for you. Lot of lovely food, lot of lovely girls, lot of dancing and music. You’ll love it. I need a partner. Would you?”

I gasped at her unwarranted request. I didn’t know whether to say yes or no.

“Hello, hello…” she cried anxiously, “Are you listening? I’ll not take you to hell, baba”.

“No, Madam” I stuttered, “I just got up from sleep. I’m bit slow in responding”.

“So, no problem going out with me!” she exclaimed naughtily.

“Yeah” I surrendered, “No problem, Madam”.

“Then get ready. I’ll pick you up by seven” she almost ordered me, “Bye.”

The phone got disconnected. But I stood holding the phone for a few minutes. Totally puzzled and confused. What was this steamer party? Why did she need a partner? And why me? A bunch of riddles raced through my mind.

But before she arrived, I dressed up. She called me from the lobby. I went down. She was waiting outside the lift. Seeing me coming out of the lift she smiled warmly. I was stunned to see her in a beautiful sexy black single piece outfit made of Georgette. The dress was hanging from her left shoulder. The right shoulder was fully open. The upper part of her right breast was attractively exposed. I couldn’t see any bra strap there. She must be wearing a strapless bra. Her dress was tied by a silk cord around her slim waist and was cut from the upper part of her right thigh diagonally down to her left knee. Most of her right thigh was visible.

A diamond necklace and a diamond bracelet in her right wrist were sparkling. She was looking more sexy with her pair of strappy, heeled sandals that went halfway up her calf. I knew, she was in her early thirties. But in this sexy outfit and strappy sandals she looked like a . She used some exotic perfume that I could smell even from a distant.

“Madam, you’re looking awfully gorgeous” I was quick to admire her which she acknowledged with an enticing smile. She caught my right hand warmly and guided me to her car. She drove the car out of the hotel.

“What is this steamer party, Madam?” I couldn’t suppress my curiosity.

“I’ll tell that. But first you stop calling me Madam. Call me Roma” she gave me an angry look pressing the accelerator.

“Sorry Madam. Oh no Roma” I rectified myself before she reacted.

“That’s fine” she exhaled deeply, “Now your question, what this steamer party is. Well, the couples who are fed up partying with their friends and spouses in house or club, I mean in known circle, sometime love to enjoy a party among unknown people. This week end steamer parties give them this chance.”

“Nice arrangement” I said with some curiosity lingering in my face.

“Yeah” she replied taking a small turn, “This is very common in these countries, particularly where there is a river. And you know, only couples are allowed in these steamer parties.”

“Couples mean what! Husband, wife!” I raised my eyebrows.

“Oh no. Here couple means a man and a woman. Needn’t be married” she said coolly, “Here nobody bothers who comes with whom. In fact, most of the couples come to these Steamer parties in the hot embrace of their secret partners to enjoy the weekend. Sounds strange? ”

“Oh, yeah” I took a short breath, “But isn’t it immoral?”

“What is immoral in it?” she shot back at me angrily, “When you’re bored making routine sex with your spouse, have some fun with a secret partner. What’s wrong!”

I was taken aback by her sudden outburst. I didn’t know how to react to her outburst contrary to my belief. So I kept mum.

“I’m sorry, dear” she toned her voice down, “I get terribly irritated if someone speaks about morality in this jet age. Morality is a dead word in this age. Everywhere you’ll find corruption. Aren’t these immoral?”

“That’s true” I tried to retreat from my earlier stand, “Frankly speaking, I didn’t judge it from this angle. You’re absolutely correct.”

“Are you appeasing me?” she looked at me mischievously, “But by tomorrow, I can bet, you’ll agree with me by heart.”

Her hint was not very clear to me. But I didn’t want to continue the topic further to avoid further argument and embarrassment.

“What happens if you meet some of your friends here?” I changed the topic.

“Nothing happens” she said with a conviction, “Everybody comes here with his or her secret partner. So all love to forget whom they met in this steamer party.”

She gasped for a breath and turned her face at me keeping her hands on the steering, “At least I can assure you, nobody will report to your wife back in India.”

I felt embarrassed at her comment. Reading my mind she hurriedly added, “I was just joking, dear. Don’t mind.”

Meanwhile, we reached the Steamer jetty. She stopped the car in a parking lot. We got down and walked to the well illuminated Steamer. I could see a lot of couples roaming in the upper deck. I could also hear some loud music. We entered the Steamer. Roma took out two tickets and handed them over to the gatekeeper.

“Come, we’ll go to the other side of the deck” she caught my hand and almost started pulling me towards her preferred place.

“Hello Roma, what are you doing here” a middle aged lady of Asian origin pulled her from the back, “You’re looking stunningly beautiful.”

“Hi Sania” Roma looked back with a pinch of disgust, “Who is your victim today? That old Italian boy?”

“No Roma” the lady told with a sparkling smile, “A French guy recently joined our office. What about you?”

She pulled my hand and brought me in front of her, “He has come from India. Wanted to see a Steamer party.”

“Come on Roma. No kidding” the lady brought her mouth very close to Roma’s ear and whispered, “You’ll never change your habit. Any Indian comes here, you want to taste him. Oh Gosh, he is really hunk. Enjoy him, baby.”

I could hear her whispering. It made me nervous. My heart raced wildly. I was gasping.

“Horny bitch” Roma howled as soon as the lady left the place, “She needs a new guy everyday. Her hunger has no limit.”

“Is she Indian?” I asked to overcome my nervousness.

“She is a Bangladeshi. Lost her husband in an accident. Stayed back here. She can go to bed with any young Tom, Dick and Harry. Disgusting” she bit her lower lip, “Forget it. Let’s enjoy. How do you like the atmosphere?”

“Oh, lovely” I told it from the core of my heart. Meanwhile, the Steamer started sailing in the river Rhine. I got my favorite French wine. She took Gin and Tonic. After the first drink most of the couples got up and started dancing. The music was very loud. The Steamer went to the middle of the river. Night Cologne was sparkling like a diamond necklace under light. The sight was wonderful. Roma pulled me up and brought me to the dance floor. We danced for some time and came back to our seat. We went for another round of drink. Finished quickly.

“Now we should take our dinner” Roma said putting her glass in table and rushed me to the other side of the deck. The dinner was fabulous as Roma indicated earlier. I heard about French cuisine, but never tasted so many French preparations at a time. But among all sumptuous preparations Oyster preparation was the best.

“Lovely food” I expressed my unmitigated pleasure while coming back to the dance floor. We took our third drink. I never saw Roma smoking. But today she smoked a few cigarettes. Offered me. I refused. In between we danced. Slowly the entire environment turned sexually charged. Most of the couples were now dancing hugging their partners. Their lips engaged in abandoned kissing. Some time short, some time deep. Suddenly I realized why Roma was saying that the couples loved to come here to enjoy their weekend in the hot embrace of their secret partners. Was Roma expecting the same from me?

After consuming three glasses of wine, fairly strong, I could feel. my all moral inhibitions were fast vanishing. My passion was flying high in this sexual charged environment. I needed Roma in my embrace. I pulled her up, hugged her passionately and brought her to the dance floor. Started dancing hugging each other. I knew, she was expecting this manly act from me. I could feel, her body temperature was rising. I kissed her deeply. She reciprocated it with abandoned passion. It was hot. Her face was burning. I knew, our intimacy was now complete. Now I started enjoying her warmth, her perfume, her touch. As if we were lovers for a long time. I was amazed to see a great transformation in me, a new found freedom from my age old inhibitions.

“I’m now yours. You ravish me as you like” she whispered sucking my earlobe. Her warm whispering inflamed my passion. I started rubbing her tits in my chest sucking her lower lip. She pushed her tongue into my mouth. I sucked and shoved my tongue into hers. She sucked it with smacking noise. Our tongues danced in each others mouths for several minutes. My cock inside my underclothes hardened. I could feel, some pre-cum seepage already made my underclothes wet. My heart was racing to ravish her body more and more. I reached around her back to unsnap her bra, searched for the hooks, but couldn’t find.

“The hook is in the front” she giggled. I immediately pushed my left hand inside her dress, found the hook between the cups and unsnapped her bra to allow her boobs to swing free. I grabbed her right tit. Fondled it wildly. Her nipples were already hardened. I nibbled it for some time with my nails. Suddenly she pushed my hand and took out her right tit from her dress. I lowered my eyes. Excited to see her lovely tight tit with hardened nipple with big brown aureole. A wave of quivers whirled through my spine.

“Darling, suck my nipple” she cried holding me tight. I lowered my head and took her nipple in my mouth. Started sucking it hard. She groaned in ecstasy. She scratched my back violently with her nails as I licked her nipple circling my tongue around it. I was drowning in extreme excitement. Felt, my cock would explode inside my underclothes any time. I didn’t want me spent so quickly. So before excitement got to my nerve, I stopped licking her nipple and raised my head.

“Hey Roma, tell me” I whimpered recovering quickly from my excitement, “Does your hubby know it? Doesn’t he mind?”

“I don’t care” she fumed, “He is a damn workaholic. Fond of his few German girl friends. I know, he takes some one of them in each tour. He must be enjoying these girls.”

“That means, both of you have secret sex life?” I asked curiously.

“Yes darling” dancing in my hands she replied smilingly, “But we have no problem in our married life. We’re a very happy couple.”

“That’s great” I felt not to drag this discussion further. So I suddenly changed the topic, “But tell me, why are some couples going to the lower deck?”

“For fucking” she giggled. Her use of the word “Fuck” caught me off guard. I felt terribly embarrassed. She looked at me and sensed my embarrassment.

“Come on dear, everyone comes here to fuck, to enjoy” she tried to cheer me up, “Aren’t you enjoying? Don’t feel shy.”

“Oh no, … ” I stammered.

“You know” she gushed again, “There are small Fucking Chambers in the lower deck. Whenever a couple feels hot, they go downstairs. Enter one of the chambers and fuck each other in little privacy. But the chambers are not fully covered. The upper part of each chamber is open. Thus groaning, moaning from all chambers can be heard from any part of the lower deck. Isn’t it exciting, when you’re fucking you can hear Aah, Uuh, Fuck me, Fuck my ass, Cum on my mouth from other chambers?”

Though I was embarrassed a little while ago hearing “Fuck”, but now her abandoned lewd conversations incensed my passions like wild fire. I lowered my hands, cupped her ass and started grinding my cock against her pussy. She made some little grunting noises in pleasure.

“But chambers are not many!” my curiosity grew.

“Many couples enter the same chamber. Fuck together” she replied bluntly.

“Don’t they feel shy?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Pooh, when pussies are juicing, cocks are throbbing to fuck, nobody bothers about it. All shyness evaporates like camphor” she almost philosophized, “Sometime they also engage in Group Sex.”

“I’ve heard about it” I gasped, “Have you any experience?”

“Not yet, dear” I could hear a little lament in her voice, “But if I get a partner like you, I’ll surely go for it.”

She took a deep breath. We were still dancing. Music was not so loud now. Most of the lights in the deck were off. The couples around us were swinging with soft music grinding their bodies with each other.

“Some of my German friends are members of some swingers’ group” she continued her elaboration, “They say, ultimate of sexual pleasure is Swinging. They often ask me to come along with them. But what happens in those parties as I heard from them, I get scared. All girls are routinely fucked by all male members in all their orifices, from mouth to fuck hole to asshole. In these parties at least twenty couples come. All girls are mouth fucked by most of the guys. Oh God, can you imagine, how much cum they have to swallow in a night? Beside that, some cocks, as they say, are monstrously large. One of my friends once was almost gagged by such a big cock. Oh Gosh, that’s scaring.”

“But then why are you thinking going to such Swingers’ party?” I couldn’t stop expressing my surprise.

“No, I’ll never go to such big party” she kissed me again, “Rather, two of my German colleagues Hein and Franz have a better idea of forming a small swingers’ group of three couples. That should be fine, I guess. They are married. But they will include only their secret girl friends, one French, one Brazilian in this group. Their girl friends are also married. The other day they asked me whether I could join them with my secret partner. Their idea of not including spouses in the group is to avoid emotional backlash, which I agree. But I’m yet to confirm it. If you agree to be my partner, I’ll confirm them. Then next time when you come to Germany, I’ll ask them to organize their first party.”

She gasped and then bubbled with glee, “It’ll be a real fun. Uh, three guys plundering my pussy in a night! I can’t imagine. It’ll be really thrilling. And for you darling! Drilling three pussies in the same night will be equally exciting, isn’t it?”

The way she was talking, I knew, she was extremely horny. Any moment she might ask me to take her to the fucking chamber. With the rush going downstairs as I could see now, we had to share a chamber with another couple. We needn’t wait for the Swingers’ party that she was talking about, for getting thrilling experience of group sex. Now itself we would get our thrills realized.

My heart started racing in anticipation. Suddenly I felt, she had unzipped my trousers and was trying to grab my rock hard cock inside my underclothes. I helped her to take my cock out. She grabbed it, squeezed it and stroked its head mildly. Then suddenly pulled it to push it inside her panties.

My cock throbbed touching her wet and hot pussy. Some of her pussy juices soaked my cock head. She started swinging her waist in rhythm of the music. My cock got some rough rubbing inside her panties. Oh God, dancing with my cock inside a hot and wet panties! My arousal grew to its peak. Still I looked all sides whether any couple was watching our obscenity. But all couples around us were engrossed in their sexual pleasure. Once again I held Roma’s ass tightly and pressed it against my cock inside her panties.

“Oh God, that feels so good” she moaned.

“Oh Yessss” I crooned, “Baby, you’re so hot!”.

“Honey, move your cock up and down. Fuck me, Fuck me” she urged hysterically. I started ramming my cock inside her panties more vigorously as if I was fucking her cunt to its bottom. I could feel, her pussy was juicing madly soaking my throbbing dick. Soon I felt, my cock was in a pool of oil.

“Fuck my pussy with your finger darling” she panted rapidly. I pushed my two fingers to her wet pussy from the side of her panties. Started moving the fingers faster and faster.

“Oh honey, you’re fucking me so nicely” her entire body was shuddering, “Push your all fingers. Oh Gosh, what a pleasure. I gonna cum. I’m coming, I’m coming…. Ah… Aah… Aaah”. She reached her thrilling orgasm in front of the entire dancing public. She scratched my back with her nails like a wild animal.

I was still moving my all fingers in and out of her pussy holding her in my right hand. I could feel, she spurted huge cum on my fingers. My cock was totally drowned in her cum. I was at the verge of explosion. I took out my fingers from her pussy and cupped her ass once again to facilitate my cock bob up and down rapidly inside her panties. In no time my cock spewed a huge hot load in her panties. She shrieked having another wrenching orgasm.

I took out my cock from her panties. Pushed it into my underclothes. I hugged her tightly. Otherwise she would have collapsed. I moved slowly to one corner of the deck holding her in my arms. I could find an empty bench. I sat on it with her body in my lap. We were totally exhausted and burnt out. She was almost senseless..

We didn’t know, how long we sat like that. Only I knew, a huge seepage of our combined cum accumulated inside her panties soaked my trousers badly. Her right breast was still exposed. Her unsnapped bra was hanging awkwardly from her back.

“Hey Roma” I whispered shaking her chin, “Get up, set your dress in order.”

She suddenly woke up, blushed seeing herself in total mess. She got up, moved to a dark corner to set her in order. She came back. Kissed me casually and said, “Let’s go”.

In fact, our Steamer came back to the Jetty sometime back. Half of the couples had already left. Some couples were still dancing. Some were in hurry to go to the lower deck to finish their last round of pumping. I got up. Followed her to the car.

Meanwhile, I had another erection. I was convinced, she would take me to her apartment and spend rest of the night in my arms. In anticipation my blood circulation raced to its peak, my breathing was in total disarray. I was panting.

“Goodnight darling” she braked her car. I looked outside. I couldn’t believe, she stopped the car outside my hotel. My anticipation got a severe beating. I was totally broken mentally. I shook my head in disbelief and got down from the car.

Another week I stayed in Germany. I met Roma everyday, but we talked to each other only on professional matter. No doubt, I had to struggle to suppress my hurt feeling. I kept myself cool, despite being haunted by my disappointment every moment.

I returned to India with a heavy heart. I couldn’t talk to my wife freely for next few weeks. I was grilled by two mental agonies. While my disappointment stuck to my mind like a leech, a guilty feeling haunted me day night. With the passage of time my guilty feeling slowly lost its intensity. But my disappointment remained in my mind as an undercurrent.

But when my next visit to Germany was fixed, it surfaced with new vigor. My dilemma, whether to go to Germany or ask someone else to go, got to my nerve. It ripped me apart.

During those days, I got a surprise phone call from Roma.

“Hey handsome” she spoke intimately, “Have you finalized your date of coming?”

“No Roma” I replied with subdued voice, “I’m not sure whether I’ll come or send somebody else.”

“What rubbish!” she shouted in the phone, “You remember, I promised you to take to a Swingers’ Party. Everything is arranged. As soon as you arrive, the date for its first session will be fixed.”

“Are you sure?” I exclaimed holding my breath.

“Yes honey” she said gushingly, “You’ll be my partner. Fix your date immediately”.

“I’ll talk to my travel agent right now” I bubbled with glee.

“Don’t forget to inform me the date” she gasped, “We’ll fix our date accordingly. Bye.”

I came back to the house with an inexplicable excitement. In the night I felt making a sex with my wife. But she was cool. Showed no interest. To arouse her I started telling her my experience in the Steamer Party. She slowly got excited and we had a lovely coition.

Next morning when we were taking morning tea together, I asked, “How was the story I told you last night?”

“I think, now a days with your software activity, you fantasize a lot” she chuckled.

“It’s true!” I insisted.

“Are you taking drug now a days, honey?” she pooh-poohed my confession.

I felt bad, she didn’t believe me.

I will love to hear especially from fair Sex on this from Hyderabad or Secunderabad.
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A Chance Encounter with Kavita from Hyderabad 02
Posted:Mar 25, 2016 9:08 am
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(After having an overwhelming response to ” A Chance Encounter with Kavita from Hyderabad”, as promised I am giving you the details of the subsequent shots I had with Kavita. I request you to first please read the first part to have a background as well as to maintain continuity. Some readers have said that part-I is too detailed. It is so as it is a true account and I have not concealed anything.)

The dinner arrived after about half an hour. After having supper, we decided to rest for a while before beginning the second shot. It was approx. 9.30 PM and we decided to wait for about half an hour more. Meanwhile we discussed about our respective sex lives and the un-fulfilled fantasies.

“Do you have any un-fulfilled fantasy dear?” I posed a direct query.

“Well! (She thought for a moment) one was to have a long and slow seduction shot which you have just fulfilled. Second is to have multiple shots in a night and to be a dominant partner. Lastly, it is ‘Golden Showers’. What about yours Dhruv?” she spoke her mind.

“Similar here dear! One was to ejaculate in mouth which you have just fulfilled, second is an ass hole fuck and the third one is indeed the ‘Golden Showers’ which we can do tomorrow morning during our bath together” I gave a clear picture of what was in my mind.

“Ok! We will fulfill each others fantasies” she sounded excited.

“Even though we have had one session, let us behave in subsequent shots as if it is our first shot” I proposed.

“Sure!” she became hornier.

We decided to change and she will present herself in a different way. We discussed that we will have one more shot during the night and one tomorrow morning before I leave along with a bath together. She went to her room and asked me to change my clothes.

In about 15 minutes she opened the door and there she was in a light blue see through nighty and her navy blue lingerie was visible through it. It was a feast for my eyes and I intended to simply pounce upon her, rip open her nighty and start off immediately but this was not the thing that I was intended to be doing else I would not have been here. I complimented her and she offered me a striptease dance.

I accepted and she put on an erotic song on her music system. She dimmed the lights for the effect and started to move her body in a very erotic way. She was dancing as if she was a professional stripper. After a few minutes she came near me and handed over the lose end of the nighty ribbon to me. As soon as I held it, she moved back and the knot with the ribbon was open and the nighty was down on the floor. She kicked it away and started dancing with her lingerie on. Even though I had just fucked her, her body movements were so sexy that I felt as if her body has not been explored by me.

A few minutes later, she freed her boobs from the clutches of her brassiere and flung the brassiere towards me. I kissed the inner side of the cups and placed it around my tool. She now made movements of her chest area and her boobs were dancing and enjoying. She changed sides; showing her boobs and back in turns.

When she saw that I was becoming a bit impatient, she removed her panty and again flung it towards me. It was partially wet with her love juice and licked it. I placed her panty on my chest and the sight was very erotic was her. She now became very horny and started to dance even more sexily. She fingered her pussy, pinched her nipples, fondled her boobs that made my tool struggle for space in the undie.

It was after about 20 minutes of this dance that I got up from my chair and moved towards her. I lifted her and made her lie on the bed. She thought that I was about to lick her hole and she spread her legs accordingly but I asked her to wait.

I picked up my bag and fished out a bottle of soap solution and a bubble blower from it. She seemed confused and asked me about it, “What is this Dhruv? I think this is for the !”

“Wait dear! You will see for yourself” I comforted her.

I started to blow the bubbles in the upward direction and she sounded confused. When after a few moments the bubbles started coming down and burst on her naked body. She seemed confused but when the flow of bubbles increased that she started enjoying. The soft touch of the bubble on the body was very erotic and the feeling was that of ecstasy.

“Wow! This is something very new to me” she sounded excited.

I continued the bubble blowing and she adjusted her body to let a particular big bubble land on her nipple or navel. She enjoyed every moment of the “bubble massage” and I could smell the ‘aroma’ of her love juice between the legs.

“Ok now! You take the control of the shot and make me your sex slave” I kept my promise of making her fantasy come true.

Her body language suggested that she felt happy. She immediately by her action ordered me to lie down and removed my undie. She cleaned my tool of the pre-cum ooze with a wet tissue and started licking the glans with her hand playing with the shaft. She licked the glans and then sucked it moving her tongue on the back side which gave a nice sensation. She continued my cock sucking for the next 15 to 20 minutes by licking the shaft and sucking it, taking the whole tool in the mouth and then varying the pace of her sucking. Meanwhile she adjusted her position and asked me to fondle her boobs and play with her nipples.

After a long cock sucking session, she sat on the chair in the room and spread her legs. “Eat my pussy” her tone sounded erotic and commanding. I complied and sat on the floor with my head between her legs. I cleaned the pussy of the ‘love juice’ and she clasped my head by tightening the grip of her legs and her hand on the back of my head. Now my face was dedicated only for licking her pussy; her legs restricted the side ways movement and her hand stopped the back movement. She was constantly pulling my face towards her pussy for a more vigorous pussy licking session. I made her horny by ‘eating’ her pussy in a way that she liked and she was responding my moans as well as running her fingers in my hair in a passionate way.

After a few minutes when she was sure that the pace of pussy lick will continue as she wanted she freed her hands and fondled her boobs/pinched her nipples with them. Meanwhile I helped her to 3-4 orgasms and she was now dying to have the pole in her hole. She asked me to lie down and she gave a good body kiss to me; kissing the whole body from forehead to toes and then the upwards from toes to forehead. She was just about to ride over me and suddenly decided to exercise some restraint — she performed a full body massage with her 36D assets. She brought the boobs to my forehead and massaged it and then towards my face. When I wanted to suck the nipples she intelligently took them away from my lips’ grasp and teased my chest with them. She continued the boob massage and massaged my stomach and then the cock with them. She took the cock between the boobs and performed the ‘tit fuck’ for a few minutes. Slowly she went up to my toes and caressed the whole body with her boobs.

At this time both the hole and pole were dying to meet. She cleaned her pussy and my tool (as I had done in the first shot), rode over me and took the whole tool inside her in the woman-on-top position. She tightened the grip on my tool and it was as if I was inside a virgin pussy. We again experienced similar pain as if it was our first time and it took a few push ups before the lubrication returned and the pumping became smooth.

Her moans increased and she had the satisfaction of being in control. “Yes……. Yes……… Dhruv…….. Play with my nipples…………. Pinch them hard………..” her moans increased. I obliged and fondled her boobs and played wit her erect nipples. This drove her wild and her movements increased both in intensity and frequency. As my hands were free, I added to her pleasure by stimulating her clit. I could only insert one finger but the feeling was one that she had never experienced before. Within minutes she had a couple of more orgasms as her love juice was now flowing on my thighs.

Every now and then she used to lower herself and to kiss and force me to suck her erect nipples and I would suck teasingly in a slow fashion which would drive her wilder. She would lower herself in such a way that my mouth was full of her boob and I had no escape. Then she would withdraw her self and play with my nipples in a wild manner but I loved every moment of the shot.

The shot lasted for about half an hour and at the end of it, she had no energy left in her body and she lay over me with the pole still in the hole. We kissed softly and her fair cheeks were pink with satisfaction. She could not move for the next about 10 minutes and we were enjoying each moment of the after play too.

When we were laying in each others arms, I complimented her on her beauty and the figure. She told me that she was a model in her prime and was even a finalist (top 25) in the “Miss India” contest and even though she could not make it to the last 3, she had won the prize for the “Best Skin”. She had to dump her career because of some family circumstances but she tried her best to maintain her body. Her figure was 36-25-37 (very close to what I had estimated as mentioned in part- and she was very particular about her diet and exercise to maintain the same.

It was about midnight and we decided to sleep off. We both cleaned our genitals, changed into night clothes and we planned our morning session. We would get up at 6 and after ‘freshening up’ will have a shot, then the ‘Golden Showers’, bathe together, breakfast and then finally I will leave in time to catch my flight. We kissed each other “Good Night” and slept in embrace. We were both nude while sleeping.

Since we were both tired after two long shots and travelling, we felt asleep fast. However at around 3 AM, my sleep was interrupted due to some noise on the road and I switched on the bed side lamp. At that moment I enjoyed the sight of a sleeping beauty in nude and could not stop myself from planting a soft kiss on her cheeks thinking that she will not wake up. I was right and then I wanted to kiss her boobs. While I was kissing the boob, she also woke up and was wild instantaneously.

She took my tool in her hand and made it come to life once again. “Come on Dhruv! Fuck your Kavita in doggy style” and before I could say anything she was on her fours.

“But we are dry honey! No foreplay……” I expressed my reservations.

“We have had enough of that. We clean the wet pussy and the tool. Now let us have a dry fuck” her argument had logic.

I inserted my hard erect tool into her dry pussy and for the third time in the last 8 hours did we both remember our first times. The pain and the pleasure were both out of this world and when the natural lubrication was there did I increase my pace. I would fondle her boobs and play with her nipples at times and manually stimulate her clit. After a few minutes of the shot she said, “Ok! Now fulfill your fantasy of back hole fuck” she tried to keep her promise.

I took my tool out and with some struggle entered her back hole. It was difficult for the glans to enter even though it is shaped for entry and it was because of some natural lubrication, my effort and her co-operation that I entered her rear hole. The feeling was simply ecstatic and I slowly increased my penetration and the speed. She was in real pain but she was moaning and enjoying every moment of it. Since the shot was without any foreplay, it lasted short say about 15 mins only I ejaculated in the ass hole.

We again resumed our embrace and she too liked the ass hole entry. At that moment she confessed that I was the lucky guy to have her ‘anal cherry’. I planted a kiss on her lips and said “Thank You” as she had fulfilled my long pending fantasy.

“No formalities honey!” she replied before dozing off after a painful and pleasurable “Bonus Shot” (as we had NOT planned for it).

The alarm rang at 6 and we both woke up together. She got up and started walking towards the wash room with my cum flowing on her legs. She freshened up and came back in around 15 minutes. Meanwhile I used the other bathroom to answer calls of nature. When I came out, she was ready with the morning tea and the newspaper.

Over the cup of tea we discussed about the shots we had previous night and both were more than satisfied with each other and described it as the “Best Night with memories being etched forever.” I still had a couple of hours at my disposal to enjoy before the driver would come to drop me to the airport and take the vehicle to the guest house.

At that moment we were both excited about enjoying the golden showers and a bath together. Both of us drank about 4 glasses of water each to produce enough urine to enjoy the golden showers. It was tough but at the same time it was necessary else it would spoil the fun of it. Meanwhile we cracked some non-vegetarian jokes and had hearty laughs. Her husband called and she was too romantic with him and telling him that she missed him a lot during the previous night. As soon as she had finished my wife called in and I had to act in a similar way.

We knew that it will take about an hour or so before we can commence the Golden Showers and we utilized the time to prepare for the breakfast. I helped her in making some arrangements and she was surprised at my culinary skills. “Your wife must be very happy with you” she complimented.

“Yes! Both in bed and the kitchen” my tone was naughty and she smiled.

It was after about an hour that we both felt an urge to urinate. We went to the bathroom and undressed each other. She spread her legs and I sat between them and had a clear view of her piss hole. Within seconds a warm stream of her piss was over my face and then down to my body and the feeling that the piss flow gave me was simply out of the world. She moved a bit and then the stream shifted on to my back and that too was (s)exciting. After finishing off, she stood in normal position. I got up with her piss still dripping from my body and pointed my tool towards her.

The angle of my tool was such that the first stream was directly on her cute face and she drank a bit of it and started licking her lips. I slowly adjusted the flow towards her boobs, down to her stomach, pubic area and finally her thighs. I still had some piss in my bladder and asked her to move around. The final shot of piss was on her sexy back and that completed her spa treatment of a “piss bath”.

It was a first experience for her and she really enjoyed it. She wanted a repeat but it would require an hour or so more. She regretted not having a similar session the previous night so that she could have a repeat in the morning. She wanted to have a taste of her own piss and licked my body wherever she could find a drop or two.

Now it was time for a bath. She opened the shower tap and we cleaned ourselves of the piss. She took a perfumed shower gel and a sponge to make the lather. She then applied the lather on my body and rubbed it nicely. I reciprocated the same to her and even played with her boobs while rubbing them. She cleaned my tool carefully and fingered her pussy while cleaning it. Since I was getting late we did not spend much of time under the shower. It was a quick bath — say 7-10 minutes with just a few more kisses.

We dried each other and came out wrapped in towels. Almost simultaneously both of us saw the wall clock and made some calculations in the mind. Our eyes conveyed each other that there were still 15 spare minutes and decided to have another quickie. She immediately hugged me and we had a passionate but quick kiss. We dropped our towels and started off for probably the last fuck (amongst us) of our lives. She immediately lay on the bed and I proposed a short 69 session. She agreed and now it was the reverse 69, I was on top and Kavita was down. She took the whole cock in her mouth and I was busy tickling her clit.

A couple of minutes later we were ready for the fuck. The tissues again played their part and we had another “first fuck” pain and pleasure. I rode over her and started pumping in the missionary style. She was also enjoying the fullest and moaning ….. yes! … yes!……… fuck me hard Dhruv………… fuck me hard……….. suck my boobs……….. yes! Pinch my nipples……… insert your full tool……… be fast ……………… fuck harder………… fuck as is this is your first and last fuck of life…………

I had shown enough of restraint in my previous shots and now it was time to be wild. I sensed that she was also longing for a wild fuck and I showed no mercy to the already fatigued tool and the pussy and started fucking fast — really fast. I told her, “OK Dear! Tighten the grip and be wild”. She responded by tightening the pussy muscles and pinching my nipples. The experience was so erotic that I ejaculated in just under 10 minutes. By the time we finished we were both drenched in sweat and the bodies from head to toe were thanking for the satisfaction we gave each other. The orgasm tightened her pussy and I had a bit of hard tome withdrawing my tool. I think her pussy was not ready to let it go so easily.

We quickly went back to the bathroom to have another quick shower and within minutes we were out and dressed up. She prepared breakfast for me and I finished up with the packing. Just as we had finished, the door bell rang and it was the driver. I handed him the luggage and the keys of the car so that he can start off with cleaning the car.

Kavita’s mood was mixed — she had the satisfaction of having best night of her life with her pending fantasies coming true and that like other good things, this encounter too was coming to an end. I went near her with the bag (I talked about earlier). She thought that I had come to throw the empty bag into the dustbin, but I took out a small box from it handed over to her. “What is this Dhruv?” she sounded curious.

“Just for you honey! A token of remembrance” I replied back with a smile.

“Wow! This is wonderful. But…………” she responded on seeing the diamond pendant.

“No ifs and buts dear!” I tried to comfort her.

“Thank you” she responded and we again locked our lips for (probably) the last time. This was a purely romantic kiss only without any lust as there was no boob fondling, bottom pinching etc.

I came out and boarded the car. She just said “Goodbye” and waved me till the car was out of sight.

(Now we are good net friends and exchange calls and messages. However, we have promised each other that the encounter will be used for positive purposes in the marriage and we will not let it adversely affect the relations with our respective spouses in any way – whatsoever.I will love to hear especially from fair Sex on this from Hyderabad or Secunderabad.
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A chance encounter with Kavita
Posted:Mar 25, 2016 9:04 am
Last Updated:Aug 18, 2017 12:44 am
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Hi All Lonely Wives Users,

Nice to know that this site is getting better.It happened one month back & changed my life. Let me tell you about my self. I am a happily married of 32 years old with good body 5’10” Fair complexes, little bit on heavy side person with charming personality. I am working with an MNC as Sr. Software Professional in Hitech City Hyderabad.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning and I was busy making arrangements for some guests from my in-laws side to arrive as they were to come for a wedding to our town. After the guests came, had some tea and refreshment, they asked us also to accompany to the ceremony as it was within the family itself. Myself, my wife and parents got ready and reached the venue.

It was a big marriage palace but the guest count was low. We were from the groom side, but the ladies from the bride side were dressed in ultra modern dresses as per the size of town and the society in which the ceremony was being performed. Some of them were looking out-of-place and the one that was standing out was the one in a red saree with a golden back less blouse. I had seen such ladies on TV or pics as models but never in real life. Even though it was winter but she was bold enough to wear it without any woolens over it and was exposing her sexy back.

Let me describe her to you – her complexion was very fair, she was tall (say 5′ 7″), vital stats may be of the order of 36-26-36 (as per visual estimates), sharp features. She was wearing a red saree with a golden back less blouse and some good quality sun-glasses over her eyes. In short she was just stunning and all the men from say 18 to 80 were looking at her only even though everyone cared that his parents and/or wife do not notice. I am confident that all men must have had a hard time controlling heir erections at such a place and later at home they may have masturbated fantasizing her or imagined her during their next few love making sessions with their spouses. In short you can say that “Venus” was on earth that day. She passed near to me and wow. She was wearing an expensive French perfume as the fragrance was light but arousing.

Well! After attending the ceremony we too came back home but she was on my mind for the next few days and I was thinking that how lucky her hubby would be to have such a beautiful and sexy wife. I was imagining how their love making sessions would be like as I had secretly stripped her with my eyes even though from a distance. It took me about a week to partially wipe her out of my mind and concentrate on real things.

It was after about 2-3 weeks during a weekend visit to the City Center, in Banjarahills with my wife Tania that we met a group of people – the couple (who got married that day), the parents of the guy and that lady. Since a coffee shop Barista was nearby, we invited them all for a cup of coffee. During the conversation on the coffee table it was intimated that the lady and her husband had to go to Pune the next day and they could not get a booking in train due to heavy winter holiday rush. Since, I and my wife were also to go to Pune the next day we offered to take them along in our car. We fixed up the time and place from where we would pick them up.

Later in the evening, due to some reasons the program of my wife was cancelled and I had to travel alone. I picked up the couple at the appointed time and we started off. Her hubby was somewhat in contrast to her physical beauty – he was not very tall, a bit dark complexion and somewhat bulky too. After exchanging pleasantries and loading the luggage, we started off. She asked about my wife and I informed that due to some reason my wife’s program was cancelled (and had hoped that her hubby’s also should have been cancelled). Hardly we had gone 15-20 Km that her hubby’s boss called up and asked him to come back as there was some urgent and important work which only he could handle.

He tried his level best to convince his boss that he is on his way and can come tomorrow but all his pleas fell on deaf ears. During this era of recession and lay offs, he was given an option of either report in one hour or never at all. Since the lady had some urgent and important work at Pune, she could not postpone her program. Accordingly, it was decided that we will drop her hubby at Kukatpally and we both will proceed further. Initially she was a bit reluctant to travel alone with a stranger (as all Indian women will) but since there was a strike of bus service and train booking was not available and she had two options – travel alone in a taxi or travel with a partial stranger (me) and obviously she chose the latter.

After dropping her hubby for a trip back home that she had to come on the front seat. Now I noticed that she had one of the smoothest skins I had ever seen. Even though my main concentration was in driving yet I stole some moments to have a peek at her exposed body parts like hands, arms, face etc. And I found that she was much sexier than I had thought. That day too she was wearing a saree – light baby pink but the blouse this time was covering her back as the case with conventional Indian blouses. There was stunning silence as we had nothing to talk as there were no common topics. The destination was still over 540 Km away and my worry was that how will the next 10 hrs pass with such silence. I broke the ice by asking her which radio channel I should tune into. She preferred one with new songs. I asked her to do some search and she selected a channel of her choice.

Now it was her turn to start off something. She asked my name, profession etc. And answered similar questions about herself. Her name was Kavita and she was in her early 40s. She had 2 – 12 year old and 9 year old . Her voice too was very sweet and a bit sexy. The were in a boarding school as her husband was in a frequently transferable job. There was an atmosphere of restraint between us as this was practically our first meeting and that too in a very un-expected scenario. The conversation was now beginning to start off and we discussed our hobbies – luckily we had some in common. She too was fond of Indian movies and songs; we had some common favorite authors – Irving Wallace, Sidney Sheldon, Jackie Collins and our own Shobha De. We discussed some of the common novels that we had read and recommended some of those which the other had missed out.

Three out of the above four novelists Irving Wallace, Jackie Collins and Shobha De are well known for the sexy and erotic stuff that they write to a great extent and partially Sidney Sheldon. Slowly and steadily the discussion moved to Wallace’s “The Celestial Bed”. She was initially a bit reluctant to talk about it with a male stranger but I do not how and why she then discussed it explicitly. The novel is about a sex clinic where the doctor hires some volunteers to teach his systematic sex – beginning with a caress of hands to intercourse.

During the course of discussion she commented that the said novel should be gifted to every Indian male on his engagement and he should be made to read it completely during his courtship. I asked her the reason and I was shocked by her response, “Indian men do not know how to enjoy sex. They just strip off, fondle, finger, insert, pump, ejaculate, roll over and snore. Majority of Indian love making sessions are over in less than 10 minutes!”

“How do you know?” was my natural query.

“I am a clinical psychologist and deal with such cases daily,” her voice sounded confident.

“Do you have any statistics?” my inquisitiveness was increasing.

She picked up her lap top from the back seat and opened up a presentation with some statistical figures, “70% of Indian couples do not completely strip off before the act, 85% of Indian males do not care whether their wives experience orgasms and 90% of Indian females are not aware as to what an orgasm is what to talk of experiencing it, 25% of Indian couples have not done the act with the lights on, 45% of Indian couples have never experienced oral sex etc. Etc.. .”

I was looking at her with astonishment and was amazed at her flow of statistics. Her tone was sounding as if she herself was amongst the majority of Indian women who were not fully satisfied with their sex lives. She continued, “See Dhruv! It is just an irony that the couples in the land of Kamasutra are not satisfied with their own sex lives; A classic case of the age old phrase “Darkness under the lamp.” Talking about sex is a taboo in the society as well amongst the couples.”

Now when the ice was broken, I too felt a bit confident and asked, “If you do not mind, may I pay you a compliment please?”

“Go ahead!” she sounded surprised and unsure as to what I wanted to say.

“You were looking really gorgeous on the day we first met in your red saree and the golden backless blouse,” I do not know how such bold words came out of my mouth. I tried to look the other way but my eyes just met hers.

I sensed that her feeling was mixed – she wanted to punch me for such a remark (any Indian lady will in such a situation) and at the same time wanted to give me a ‘Thank you’ kiss. She blushed and her fair complexioned face turned rosy pink and she was stunned for a few seconds. The horn of the car made her come to her senses and she just said “Thank you!”

By this time, I had reduced the speed to have more time with her. She was still thinking about my compliment and twice opened her mouth to say something but could not muster the courage.

“Do you want to say something,” I made her comfortable.

“Did you………….?” She stopped mid-way.

“Yes!” I replied sensing that she wanted to ask “Did you fantasize about making love to me?”

“What yes?” she sounded somewhat disturbed.

“What did you want to ask,” I said in a naughty tone.

“I wanted to ask you whether you ………. Whether you………….” she could not complete.

“Go on……. Ask” now I was in a commanding tone.

She could not speak a word.

“You wanted to ask whether I fantasized about making love to you” I helped her.

The rosy pink complexion turned a bit red and she looked at me again with a mixed feeling. I sensed that she wanted to both punch me in my nose and give me a long lip kiss. Unable to speak anything she just nodded in affirmation. The next few minutes were spent in complete silence as we had nothing to speak on any issue. We were both sorry and excited and could not sense how the other will react whatever we do or say.

Meanwhile, there was a good eating joint at Lahari Resort and I offered her a cup of coffee to have a short break. She agreed and I stopped. This was incidentally her favorite eating joint too. We ordered a cup of coffee each with vegetable sandwiches. There were hardly any people at that time.

“I am sorry for what I said” I tried to douse the fiery mood.

“No probs. All you Indian men are the same. You must have fantasized about a 10 minute session with me; Strip off, fondle, finger, insert, pump, ejaculate, roll over and snore” she spoke in a subdued tone. “No! I had fantasized about a full night, slow seduction, multiple shot session” I do not know what made me speak all this. I did not care about the ramifications of what I said.

“What the “hell” are you talking about” she blurted.

“Now you call it a “hell”, just give me a chance and I will make you feel as if you are in “heaven” on the seventh sky” my tone was a bit flirty.

Her mood was now turning into some thing which was both exciting and fearful. She wanted to ask me as to what exactly was my fantasy, but before she could ask, the waiter came with our coffee and sandwiches. The next few minutes were spent in snacking and thinking. The conversation now turned on to stock market as a business channel was showing the crash of world markets. We discussed the falling crude oil prices.

After paying the bill, we came out. I opened the door of the car for her and made her sit comfortably in my Santro Xing. She was a bit flattered as this is normally an Indian tradition to open the door for a lady. Within minutes we were again on the Hyderabad – Mumbai highway. The “hell” and “heaven” thing again came to her mind but she was a bit reluctant to start the same topic again.

She mustered some courage and shot a straight query, “How did you plan to fuck me?”

I was baffled at the choice of words and the tone she spoke in.

“Well! Let the fantasy remain a fantasy as it can not come true” was my natural answer.

“Let me see how you are different from other Indian men?” she was now in a commanding tone.

“See going by your own statistics 30% of Indian couples DO completely strip off before the act, 15% of Indian males DO care and ensure that their wives experience orgasms, 75% of Indian couples have DONE the act with the lights on, 55% of Indian couples HAVE experienced oral sex etc. I may not be amongst the majority of the Indian men but I may be in the rare 1-2% who prefer slow seduction, are open to experimentation, care about their partners’ likes and dislikes, indulge in a lot of foreplay and after play, ensure that the partner experiences orgasms etc.” I told her in a polite but firm manner.

She glanced at me and without uttering even a single word conveyed a lot for me to understand. She could not believe her ears and wanted me to give a kinky detail of my fantasy.

“Do you want to know what my fantasy was?” I made her comfortable.

“Yes! Indeed.”

“Will the fantasy ever see the light of the day?” I again sounded flirty.

“Depends on whether I like it or not” now she was also in a mood to try something new.

“How will I know you like it or not? How will I know whether you are telling the truth or not” was my natural query.

“That is your headache. You claim to know a woman well. You can tell whether I like it or not. One thing I can assure you that I will not tell a lie” she was now in a mischievous mood.

I started to think deep and after a couple of minutes I was ready with a proposal, “OK! What we will do is that I will narrate my fantasy slowly. You just sit back with your eyes closed and imagine the things actually happening to you. Once I finish, I will ask you to perform a simple test. In case the test result is positive, the fantasy will be turned into reality. In case the result is negative, the fantasy will remain as such as it will not be having any “moral right” to see the light of the day.”

“How can I be sure that you will perform only the test that you have now in mind and not change it later on?” she posed an immature and childish query which was not expected in such a situation.

I stopped the car, pulled out a slip pad and scribbled something. “Now I have written the test on the paper and you can keep it in the glove box without reading it. We will open it just before the test is performed. Is it OK dear?” I assured her.

“OK!” now she sounded confident.

I started off to narrate the fantasy, “Imagine that you are wearing the same saree as on the wedding ceremony day with the backless blouse. We come near to each other; I give you a warm hug…. Kiss you on the eyelids……then on cheeks…..then nibble the earlobes…… Kiss the neck and then finally a long smooch……strip the saree……… Caress the arms……..remove the blouse and play with boobs with the bra still on …….. Remove the petticoat……… Caress the legs…… Strip my clothes one by one…… (details of foreplay)…….. (details of the act)……. (details of helping her to recoup during after play)……. .”

By the time I finished off narrating my first shot, I noticed that she was rubbing her boobs with one hand and caressing her pussy from outside the folds of her saree with the other along with biting her lip. Her concentration was disturbed as I had to blow the horn. She reacted as if she was caught napping.

“So ………is it……….. Is it finished?” she struggled with her words.

“Yes!”

“Did you…………” I stopped in-between.

“Perform the test!” she sounded naughty.

“Take out the note pad from the glove box and be honest please” I instructed her.

She took out the note pad from the glove box and as she read it, her face again became red. She had a mixed feeling about the innovativeness as well as the crudeness of the test. The test to be performed was – “Is the panty wet and the nipples erect?” She looked at me and before she could say something, I started off, “Be honest dear! You had promised.”

She could not say anything but gave an affirmative nod.

“So when is my fantasy going to see the light of the day?” I shot a straight question.

“Let us see when the opportunity is there!” she tried to evade.

“Why not tonight?” I was getting excited.

“Actually my mother-in-law stays with us. How can we ………… Tonight?” she expressed her helplessness.

“This is your headache!” now I was getting a bit impatient.

Just then her cell phone rang. After a few seconds of conversation, she was again excited as well as gloomy.

“What happened?” I tried to comfort her.

“My mother-in-law is going to meet her spiritual guru tonight with a group of followers” she told with a bit of excitement.

“So! Tonight is the Night” my excitement was on cloud nine.

Once again she could not say anything but gave an affirmative nod but this time it was full of excitement and maybe she was now fantasying.

I called up the Office Guest House in Pune to cancel my booking as I was to be staying at her place for the night. Her place was Vimannagar, near to the airport to enable me to catch the flight in time. I instructed the care taker of the Guest House to send a driver to drop me to the airport and park the vehicle in the Guest House during the time I was off on business tour.

During the rest of the journey, the topic of our discussion was nothing but sex. We shared our experiences with our spouses and the adventures we had before and outside marriage in graphic details. She had been married for the last 15 years but the level of satisfaction on a scale of 10 was somewhere around 5.5 whereas I had been married for only for six years and my level of satisfaction on the same scale was close to 9.5. She was surprised at my limited experience and wanted to something more but I told her to wait till the night and where I can actually display my skills.

We reached her flat by evening tea time and she ordered some snacks from the nearby eating joint. After having the snacks did we decided to get into the mood and start off with some activities. “Let me have a bath first – to freshen up and to relieve the fatigue from travelling”, she proposed.

“Why can’t we have it together” I proposed in a naughty tone.

“Well! That will brutally kill the excitement of slow stripping. We will have a bath together later during the night or in the morning. Let me have a bath first and then I will change into the favorite saree of yours with that golden back less blouse. Actually I have to do some hair removing jobs also which are due for some days. Let me “invest” a few extra minutes to make my body presentable to you to make the night more remember able” she was also getting into the mood.

“Ok! Go ahead. I am also going to the market to get some small things for the night. May I get some condoms too?” I had nothing else to kill time.

“No dear! These are my “safe” days. Do not worry on this front. You can shoot your loads of cum anywhere on my body or in my pussy” she replied back while entering the bathroom.

I went to the nearby market and purchased some small things that were to be used during foreplay. Meanwhile I also took a bath and shaved off the under arms and the hair around my cock with my electric shaver. My cock was dying to have a shot but I somehow asked it to be patient.

It was after about an hour that she invited me into the room, there she was in the same outfit that she was wearing that day when I first saw her. She was also wearing the same perfume. To make the mood romantic, she had also put on some light music. The room had also been neatly made up.

We sat on the bed and I took her hand in mine and caressed it. Her skin was the softest ever that I have encountered. It was pleasure caressing her hand and then I moved up to her arms. I slowly caressed her arms with the back of my hand with a very soft and gentle touch one by one and could sense her feeling of pleasure that she had never experienced before.

After spending a few minutes did I embrace her in a warm hug and slowly moved my fingers in her hair. She offered her lips for the kiss. I resisted and instead, I kissed her forehead first and then her eyelids. After kissing the eyelids, I licked the eyelids. She bit her lip. Slowly, I moved down to the cheeks and kissed her whole face softly before moving to the neck and the ear lobes.

“Come on…….. Dhruv! My lips are waiting………… Please kiss them soon…….!” She was getting horny.

“Wait darling!” I comforted her. I kissed the back of her hand and continued with kissing on the smooth skin of her arms, the wrists and up to the elbow, then the upper portion and finally the under arms which made her more horny. I nibbled in the under arms area and it was driving her wild as this was probably her first erogenous zone that I had located. I had a feeling that I was the first one to locate and spend some time in this zone of hers. My lips then moved to her neck and then to the other arm pit which drove her wilder. The kiss now shifted from the arm pit to the arm and with downward journey up to the hand again. The kissing and nibbling action shifted on to the face and the neck and finally the lips met. She was in a mood for a wild smooch but went on slowly. She liked the kiss as she tightened the embrace.

“Oh Dhruv! You are simply superb. You know how to treat a woman in a decent and friendly way. When you were narrating this during the journey I never expected it to last that long” she complimented me.

“Kavita! This is just a beginning. Just see as the things unfold” I made her comfortable.

I took the pallu (the hanging part) of her saree and pulled it down to reveal her back less blouse in full view.

“Wow! You are stunning honey” was my natural reaction.

“It’s all yours for the night dear!” she sounded horny.

I kissed the exposed portion of her body; between the neck and the upper end of the blouse and between the lower end and the start of the saree (the belly) slowly and passionately. I circled my tongue around and in her navel and she trembled. Her moans had started by now. I made her lie on her stomach and caressed the back. I kissed the back of her neck and blew softly in the middle of her back. Her trembling increased and so was her moans.

“Open it and fondle my boobs!” she commanded in a requesting tone.

“Wait dear! The night is ours” I teased her.

Meanwhile I invited her to remove my shirt and my vest. She did the needful and rode over me. She kissed me passionately (lip to lip) and then moved her fingers on my chest. She was doing it wildly but became slow and soft when I requested her. Now she bit and pinched my nipples in such a sexy way that made me feel superb. She took both my nipples between her thumb and first finger and teased them with ideal pressure and force – neither too soft nor too hard that ran a sensation all through my body. Now I was moaning and asked her to continue.

After spending a few minutes on my nipples in an expert manner (with occasional kisses) she got up. I removed her saree in a slow and seductive manner with removing the folds one by one and then opening the drawstring of her petticoat with my mouth. Now there she was in front of me in her backless blouse and a bright red net panty with lace. I could see that her panty was already wet with some love juice oozed out during the kissing. She now opened my belt and removed my trouser.

“Wow Dhruv! Your brief is very sexy dear” she was surprised at watching my brief. It was a white colored ‘Jockey’ brief with red elastic without practically anything to cover the thighs. She wanted me to remove it but I asked her to be patient. Now she noticed a bag in the room and asked what was in it. I told her about some shopping that I did while she was taking her bath.

I asked her to lie down and took out a full blown rose from the bag. “What is that for?” she was surprised.

“Just wait. Everything is for you Kavita!” I added to her curiosity.

When she was lying on the bed, I came near her with the rose. She wanted to get up thinking that I will present the rose to her. I asked her to lie down and watch. I took out a piece of satin cloth that I had just purchased and covered her eyes with it in a ‘blindfold’ manner. Her curiosity was growing but she could not ask me anything.

Now with the full blown rose in my hand I massaged her whole body (front portion) with it. After making a left to right and right to left journey on her forehead, the rose moved to her cheeks and then to her neck and finally the chest. As it came on the belly area that she had a ‘shock’ type feeling and her whole body moved. I had found another erogenous zone and spent some time caressing her belly and the navel. Instead of going to the thighs, I went to her toes. The rose caressed her toes, then feet and slowly came up to the legs and then to the thighs. Meanwhile she was continuously moaning and I noticed that more love juice had oozed out.

Now I asked her to lie on her stomach and caressed the whole of her back with the rose. I moved the rose in the middle of her back (along the spine) and the feeling she had was that of immense pleasure. The rose then caressed the back of her thighs and finally through the legs reached the toes. Meanwhile she moved her body as a reflex action and she was really becoming horny at the end of the massage.

“Please remove the blindfold, I want to see you Dhruv!” she pleaded.

I removed the blindfold and then separated the petals of the rose and one by one placed it on her body. Just imagine the scene, a fair complexioned perfect figure lady with a golden backless blouse and a bright red panty with rose petals on her body. Who could resist fucking her right there? Only ME. We again embraced each other, had a long lip kiss and I freed her boobs from the clutched of her blouse. She was not wearing any bra and her boobs were perfect round in shape without any sagging whatsoever. “Wow! How do you maintain these in this age, Kavita? Perfect round shape and no sagging!” was my natural query.

“Just some exercises dear. Now these are for all you Dhruv. They are dying to be fondled and sucked by you. Please be quick!” I could sense her horny tone.

I made her lie down and caressed the boobs lightly circling my fingers around her nipples and then softly pinching them. I slowly increased my intensity of pinching the nipples and fondling the boobs and I could smell the ‘fragrance’ of her love juice which oozed out with her moans and involuntary reflex action body movements. She too grabbed my nipples and starting to play with them. When I increased my intensity she would increase hers and we spent some minutes in this fashion.

She then got up and released my tool from the prison of my undie. “Wow! What a nice cock. Perfect shape” she complimented me even though I was not having a very big tool, it is you can say above average size but the ratio of the length and the thickness was perfect…8”long2”dia.

“It’s your slave for the night! Utilize it as you wish Kavita” I returned the favor.

She pulled down the foreskin to reveal the glans. It was wet with the pre-cum ooze as the session was very (s)exciting. She took out a wet tissue from her drawer and cleaned it. Now she licked the glans with her tongue and circled it around the tip teasing it and giving a super natural feeling. Slowly she had the glans in her mouth and sucked it with varying intensity – sometimes lightly and at times wildly. Then she licked the shaft and slowly sucked the tool again. A big portion was now entering and leaving her mouth and in a few minutes the whole of my tool was lost in her mouth. She felt it pleasurable to keep it in her mouth for long. With the tool in her mouth she asked me to give her a “mouth fuck” and I obliged. She could sense that I was about to ejaculate. She took it out and applied the “squeeze” technique to enable me to continue longer.

She removed her panty and there she was – as naked as she was born. She had just shaved her bush during her bath and the pubic area was looking very sexy. She invited me to lick her ‘love hole’. I asked her to wait a bit and instead took the satin cloth and massaged her whole body with it. The touch of soft satin on her silky skin was erotic. I spread the cloth on her body to cover it and with a medium speed removed it by sliding it over her naked body. She again had an in-voluntary body movement and a couple of drops of love juice dripped on the bed sheet. I repeated the thing a couple of times and she felt very erotic.

“This is lovely Dhruv. I have never experienced this before. Where did you learn it?” she sounded surprised.

“I will tell you all about this later in detail. Just enjoy the moment Kavita.” I did not intend to divert from the track.

Now it was time to lick her pussy. She laid down, spread her legs and expose her pussy to invite my tongue. Since it was wet with the loads of love juice that had oozed out, I too took a wet tissue to clean the area. I first teased the area around the pussy with my tongue and this made her hornier. I kissed the pussy and licked it. Slowly, I moved up to the clit and licked it. This again sent a ‘wave’ in her body and she lifted her pelvic area by 4-5 inches. I knew what she wanted. I asked her to separate the folds of pussy lips and I caught hold of her boobs.

My lips were licking her clit and pussy and my hands were fondling the boobs/pinching her nipples and she was there moaning with pleasure. She was moaning, “Yes Dhruv! …………. C’mon……… Eat it, eat my pussy…………….. You are the best …………”. I varied the speed and a load of the love juice oozed out signaling that she has had her orgasm. She brought her legs together to hold my head in them so that I do jot leave the pussy licking without her consent.

After a long pussy lick session in which she had three orgasms, she suggested that we make the 69 position. I asked her to wait and inserted my finger in her pussy and within a few seconds could locate her G-spot. It was as if she was feeling on ‘cloud-9′. “What is this Dhruv!” she shouted.

“It’s your G-spot. I just located it Kavita. Will tell you about it later” I comforted her.

I continued to massage the G-spot for a few minutes and she has a couple of more orgasms. Then we made the 69 position and she sucked my tool with more passion and so did I lick her pussy. We enjoyed the foreplay for approx. One hour and now we were both getting impatient to start off the real act.

I cleaned her pussy with a wet tissue from outside as well as inside and entered her in the missionary position. “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh………………………………” we both cried together as we had felt the pain together; she felt as I had dried the pussy and removed the lubrication, I felt because I was entering a dry and tight pussy. I think that we had both recalled our first experience; she when she lost her virginity and her hymen was broken and me when I lost my virginity and broke a hymen. The only difference this time was that there was no bleeding!

The first few pushes were painful for both of us and slowly the lubrication returned and the pumping became easy and comfortable. However her pussy was tight for a woman in her early 40s with 2 grown up and having lots of sexual experience. I varied the speed and this was even more pleasurable for her men normally do a speed act and ejaculate in a few minutes. Once in a while I would remove the tool and rub her clit with it making it more erotic for her.

After a few minutes, I placed her feet on my shoulders and started to fuck again. Meanwhile I took her toes in my mouth one by one and she moaned with pleasure. Maybe she had never experienced this before in her life and I had located another of her un-explore erogenous zone. The tight pussy became tighter and the act became more erotic. Meanwhile she continued moaning, “Fast Dhruv! Fast…… Fuck me hard…….. Do not stop ………. Fuck my hole for the whole night……….. Where were you till now ……………. You are the best Dhruv! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh……………… Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh……………… Ouchhhhhhhhhhh……………….”

With every such moan, I increased my speed and started fucking harder. Meanwhile I adjusted my position and now my tool was rubbing her G-spot. A couple of orgasms followed and now my balls were also wet with her love juice. Whenever I sensed that I was about to ejaculate I would stop my pumping, take out the tool and rub her clit. This gave more pleasure to her and a chance to me to delay the ejaculation.

After a few minutes of her feet on my shoulders, we were again in the normal missionary pose. Every now and then, I would slow down the pumping and suck her nipples/give her a lip kiss. She had never experienced such a thing before in her life. “Yes! Yes! Continue pumping and sucking……. Continue………. This is erotic Dhruv!………………”

I obliged and continued in the position for long. After about half an hour inside her pussy did her legs begin to ache and she begged me to ejaculate, “Please ejaculate Dhruv! Now I am feeling tired. My legs are aching. The feeling of sexiness may not be suppressed by fatigue.”

“OK then! Hold it tight honey, I will give a continuous shot and ejaculate. Where would you like the cum to be; pussy or body?” I asked her preference.

“In my mouth” was her surprise response as Indian ladies are not known to drink the cum.

I started off with renewed vigor and it took me another 4-5 minutes to be near ejaculation and the final few strokes were in her mouth and all over her face. The jets of cum were fast and the load was huge. I felt as if I was not ejaculating but urinating. By the time we finished off the first shot she might have experienced a minimum of 8 to 10 orgasms.

I had no energy left in my body and I immediately lied down on the bed. She too lay beside me fully exhausted but I had one more responsibility left; to comfort her and perform some after play which I had indicated in my fantasy. I embraced her, lightly kissed her, sucked her boobs and caressed her body especially the pubic area as I knew it might be aching.

It was after about 10-12 minutes of such after play that we both came back to senses as we knew as to where we were and what we had done. “This was indeed the best and the longest shot I had in my life” she complimented me and started off the conversation.

“Thanks Kavita, same here. Just tell me that how did you have such a tight pussy and that too at this age when you had two normal deliveries?” was my query which indirectly complimented her.

“How do you know that I had normal deliveries? We never discussed this aspect” she sounded curious.

“You do not have any C-section mark on your tummy!” I replied back.

“OK! There you are. Well! I exercise my PC muscles regularly to maintain the tightness. My hubby does not last long and so I have to maintain a tight pussy to get an orgasm” she tried to explain.

“Now you tell where you learned these foreplay techniques” her suppressed query came up.

“Just reading erotic stuff and watching erotic movies” I tried to convey a lot without speaking much.

It had been approx. 2 hours since I entered in her room till now. We were both feeling hungry. So we decided to have a dinner break. We got up, washed our genitals and dressed up. She called up a nearby eating joint for some dinner and we waited for it. During the time that we were waiting, she again looked up to the bag and asked what more it has.

“Wait Kavita! The things are for the next shots” I made her horny.

(During that night we had more shots, the details of which will be made available in the next parts of the story depending upon the response and feedback I get from you. Next I shall tell you in Part II. Till then keep commenting on the moral issue. I will love to hear especially from fair Sex on this. Any Lady from Hyderabad or Secunderabad please send me your comments on my first postings.
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