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As I finally rolled over and collapsed on the bed panting and totally spent, Priya was smiling amidst gasps for breath. Completely drenched in sweat and panting heavily, her naked body was still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Reaching between her legs, she entered her pussy with two fingers and scooped out some of the cum I had just deposited in her. Sucking it off her fingers, Priya swallowed it, breathing a sigh of contentment.
Priya rolled over and draped one naked arm over my heaving chest. One naked breast and hard nipple pressed against my side. There was pure contentment in the smile she gave me before reaching up and kissing me — sending her tongue snaking into my mouth and finding mine.
God alone knows for how many hours my lips had been locked with her full juicy lips as our tongues battled each other. And yet, I felt like I hadn’t had enough and could kiss her mouth more.
I tasted my cum on her tongue and turned on my side to face her. Reaching up, I cupped one of her naked breasts. My fingers found her hard nipple and started caressing it.
We lay there kissing and pawing each others’ bodies for a while. At some point, exhaustion took over and we both drifted off to sleep knowing fully well that this was just one of many nights and days we would be spending together.
When I woke up a few hours later, Priya was still fast asleep. I took in her naked body from toe to her face, my eyes lingering on her naked pussy, coated with a mixture of her juices and my drying cum.
She stirred and moaned and I looked up at her face to see if she was waking up. Instead, she smiled a satisfied smile in her sleep as she stretched her hands, before settling back into a deep sleep.
As my eyes moved down her body, they settled on her dark and hard nipples that I had sucked and played with for hours last night.
Her Mangalsutra was dangling between her gorgeous breasts that were still glistening with beads of sweat covering them. I couldn’t help feel a pang of guilt seeing it.
My Perspective… The Context
I am not a home breaker. The last thing I ever want to do is cause the relationship between two people to be affected by my inability to resist a beautiful woman. And yet, in spite of my best intentions, that’s exactly what I had done. Or had I?
To be fair to Mridul, he had warned me.
Of all the people at work, he knew more about my point of view on beauty and sex. Unlike most people who are quick to judge me as a lose character, womanizer or worse, he understood my perspective. He didn’t agree, but he didn’t judge. I don’t think anyone can truly understand the constant conflict between the animal and the human in me. My views on social taboos, love and lust aren’t exactly easy to understand or agree with.
But since he knew me and my views, he had warned me to steer clear of his newly wed wife.
The first time I saw her walk into the office for a welcoming party we had thrown for them, I knew why he had felt the need to warn me. My jaw just dropped and I couldn’t help the stirring I felt in my pants.
Her eyes are what captivated me first. Twinkling and full of life, they came alive when she smiled. Speaking of her smile, her full lips hid a perfect set of teeth and with her smile came alive gorgeous dimples.
The rest of her body was just as irresistible. The hint of cleavage visible through her blouse promised pure erotic pleasure. Her saree was worn low down her hips showcasing her navel, set high on her belly.
Her hips gave her the perfect hourglass shape and her ass was as perfect as the rest of her. I could only imagine the slender legs underneath the saree.
I couldn’t help mentally strip the saree, then the blouse, the bra, the in skirt and the panties off her body.
She was erotica in motion and the moment I set my eyes on her, I wanted her.
But, as I said, I am not a home breaker and so I resolved not to be led by my cock for once.
And yet, the inevitable did happen.
Fucking Priya was an incredible experience and I don’t regret it one bit.
The guilt at Mridul’s broken marriage also hangs in balance now, and I am wondering whether I am truly to blame.
But for you to fully understand the events as they transpired, just my perspective isn’t enough.
You have to understand Priya from her perspective first and get to know her sexual journey till she met me…
Flashback — Priya’s Story in Her Own Words…
I was just 18 when I had my first sexual encounter. Unlike the rest of my life, this one was different in that it wasn’t with a man. It was with my best friend from college — who was an emerging model. One day, just a week or so before our exams, she invited me for joint study and a sleepover.
It was not long after midnight when she kissed me. When I backed away, it was more out of surprise than anything else. Up till that point, I hadn’t given my sexuality much thought. When she kissed me, a bolt of electricity shot through my body.
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” she said.
“No,” I replied, gasping, “I was just taken by surprise.”
When she leaned in to kiss me again, I was ready and responded.
Needless to say, the only thing we studied the rest of the night was each others’ bodies.
She was patient with me. Every touch and every kiss was a new experience for me and she let me savor every moment of it.
I don’t even remember undressing.
My next memory is that of every nerve ending in my body sending unimaginable sensations between my legs.
I felt wetness gush to my pussy when she got on top, feeding me her pussy while devouring mine. Her tongue first licked me before entering me.
The first orgasm of my life rocked my body just a few minutes later when she sucked on my swollen clit. She ate and rubbed my pussy right through my orgasm, making it last.
For the year or so, I believed I was a lesbian. The pleasures she bestowed on my body were unimaginable.
She made me feel sensations I didn’t know existed. She gave me my first orgasm and then many more and taught me how to pleasure her. I was as eager a student as I was eager to please her.
But when she suggested using a strap-on or other toys, I didn’t feel comfortable. I was content with her fingers and mouth.
Although we had sex almost everyday unless one of us was on our periods, my cherry was still intact when I had sex with a man, well over a year after sleeping with my best friend.
Even this experience was thanks to her.
I had left her place that morning after yet another night of mind blowing sex and was looking forward to more that night.
When I reached college, I realized that I had left a few of my books at her place. So, I skipped my first class and headed back to collect my books. She had given me a key to her place, so I let myself in.
When I reached her room, I got the shock of my life.
She was lying on the floor, completely naked. Professor Shukla was standing next to her. He had a hold of her ankles. Her legs were spread wide and he was drilling her pussy from the top.
She was moaning and groaning in pleasure, telling him how much she was enjoying it, urging him to go harder and deeper.
It felt like I had been punched in the gut. I had believed we were lovers and seeing her enjoyment at getting fucked by our lecturer was a betrayal that cut deep.
And yet, as I watched her getting pounded, I was also feeling aroused. I had never known what the feeling of a cock buried deep inside your pussy feels like, but what I was seeing was making me want to experience it too.
“I want to cream your pussy,” Professor Shukla groaned while continuiing to drill her.
“Yes, Sir,” she groaned back, “I want your cum inside me.”
“Oh God, I am about to cum,” he moaned arching his back and shoving his hardness as deep into her as he could.
“Me too, sir,” she shrieked, “I am cumming sir.”
The two of them screamed and he shot his load deep inside my friend. The position she was in, his overflow dripped from her pussy into her mouth and she swallowed whatever dripped out of her pussy. I watched till his groaning and thrusts into her pussy stopped and he pulled out of her, spent and limp.
Dejected at the betrayal, I closed the door and headed to the bathroom. I couldn’t get Professor Shukla’s cock and my friend’s betrayal out of my mind.
I don’t know how long I sat in the bathroom crying at my friend’s betrayal and my conflicting emotions.
Eventually, I heard a door slam and a few minutes later, my friend tried to open the bathroom door — which I had locked from inside.
Still crying and angry, I opened the door for her. She was surprised to see me and instantly knew I was upset.
She sat in the bathroom next to me and we talked.
While she had always been a lesbian, building a career in the modeling industry had required compromises.
Sleeping with men was a requirement and she had learned to compartmentalize and do what was needed.
As her modeling career took off, her studies suffered.
When she failed an exam, Professor Shukla had offered to give her passing marks if she slept with him once a week through the rest of the term.
He had been taking what was owed to him for the fifth time since they got into the arrangement, when I had walked in on them. Over the past four sessions, he had fucked all her holes and cum in her mouth, boobs and ass.
This was the first time he had cum inside her pussy.
“Remember when I had suggested using a strap-on?” she said and I nodded, wiping my eyes. “I wanted you to experience what it is like to have a cock inside you before you decided your sexual preference. Don’t get me wrong. I am glad I have you, but you haven’t had any other experience besides me. Technically, you are still a virgin you know.”
Once again, I don’t remember how she ended up setting up the date for us with a model she worked with. She trusted him she said and he was both good in bed and sensitive. I had just one condition. I wasn’t going to let some stranger fuck me without her present.
“Most men can’t even satisfy one woman,” she had said, “they are only concerned with their own orgasm. While a woman can satisfy 2, 3, 5, 10 and even more men single handedly, it’s hard to find a man that can handle and satisfy two women. But I am sure he can,” she had said reassuring me.
Oh boy, did he satisfy me!!!
We spent the weekend with him. She was more interested in my body and watching me getting fucked to high heaven, than in having her pussy eaten.
I on the other hand happily discovered a love for the male body in general — and a special love for one particular part of the male anatomy.
She was right about him being a sensitive lover.
I was nervous, tentative and stiff when we got there. He was in his boxers. As he checked me out, I noticed a stirring in his underwear and a tent starting to form.
“WOW!” he said appreciatively. He turned to my friend and added, “I am so going to enjoy popping her cherry.” That was probably the only crass thing he said or did that weekend.
The electricity I felt when he kissed me can’t be explained in words. He grinned in appreciation when he broke the kiss and dropped his boxers. I gulped at his impressive member, even though his erection was just partial.
Clearly, he liked what he saw of me because he literally ripped my clothes off my body and I watched in amazement as his shaft rose to full mast, pointing straight at me.
He explored every inch of my exposed body with his lips, tongue and fingers.
My nipples were hard and pussy was soaking wet long before he stripped me naked and, when he sucked on them, he sent shockwaves through me. He took his time enjoying my boobs and nipples with his mouth, tongue and fingers.
He started rubbing my dripping wet pussy with his free hand and soon entered me with two fingers.
My friend stripped naked while he was exploring my body. Not wanting to be left out of the action, she joined him in the exploration of my nakedness.
The two of them enjoyed my body with their mouths and hands taking me to the brink of an orgasm.
She had absolutely no interest in his cock or in getting fucked. She would let him eat her pussy, but was clearly more interested in my body than his. I on the other hand couldn’t wait to feel his hardness inside me.
Soon, he was rock hard and his cock was throbbing, ready for action.
He took his time entering me, pushing his shaft into my virgin pussy bit by bit till he reached a barrier.
When he pushed past it and took my virginity, I screamed in pain.
He just held himself inside me, letting the pain subside and get replaced with a feeling of being filled to the brim.
As he started moving in and out of me, he kept asking me if I was ok every few minutes.
He slowly started picking up the tempo of moving in and out of me.
He fucked me through two orgasms before depositing his load in my pussy.
Long before I had my first orgasm around his shaft, I knew I wasn’t a lesbian or even a bisexual. I was clearly straight and in love with the feel of a cock in me.
I couldn’t have enough of his cock and kept sucking, stroking and riding him throughout the weekend.
He also took my anal virginity and by the time we left his place on Sunday evening, he had fucked both my holes four times each.
When it was time to cum, he divided it up, depositing his load in my mouth, over my boobs, on my belly, on my ass cheeks and of course inside my ass and pussy. I had taken 8 loads of his cum in just 3 days and I was addicted.
He was clear that he wasn’t interested in a relationship or marriage, and I was ok with that. He was a great teacher and I learned a lot about my own sexuality from him.
As I started seeing him more regularly, my friend and I drifted apart.
She was remarkably cool about it and said she understood when I confessed to preferring men.
While I had always turned heads, I hadn’t given the lust with which men looked at me much thought.
But once I had been fucked by a guy, I became hyper sensitive to the looks men gave me and even started checking men out.
I found the lust in their eyes flattering and yet, I was content with getting fucked by the guy I had lost my virginity to. But that wasn’t meant to last long.
He was modeling for a gym equipment company and I tagged along one day.
He introduced me to Mr and Mrs Hirani, the owners of the company making the gym equipment. I chatted with the couple while he was whisked away for makeup.
When he returned, he only had his spandex gym shorts on. The rest of his muscular body was glistening in make-up and fake sweat, making every muscle stand out. I watched as he started working out on the equipment for the cameras, getting turned on more and more by the minute.
When they broke for lunch, the two of us joined Mr and Mrs Hirani in a VIP room for lunch, while the rest of the crew either went to a nearby restaurant or went to the the kitchenette in the main studio to eat the packed lunches they had brought from home.
As soon as the door closed behind us, Mrs Hirani was all over him, more than just flirting, openly touching his body and private areas inviting him to do the same. I was stunned, but her husband didn’t seem to mind it. In fact, he came over and stood behind me.
“Ever considered modeling yourself?” he asked.
“Not really,” I replied, my eyes still locked on the open pawing happening before me.
Mr Hirani grabbed my ass making me jump in surprise. “With a body like that, you will be a hit.” he said.
In front of me, Mrs Hirani had pulled the gym shorts down and was caressing a half-erect shaft.
Behind me, Mr Hirani pulled me into him and started grinding his member into my ass.
As she started stroking and sucking on the cock, Mr Hirani’s hands lifted my skirt up to my hips.
One hand reached in front of me, entered my panties and started caressing my pussy while the other grabbed an ass cheek.
“Think about it,” he mumbled into my neck before kissing it. I could hear his belt, then I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Then I felt his hardness run up and down my ass crack. “I can launch you as a model in exchange for your ass for a night.”
Ten minutes later, one cock emptied its load in Mrs Hirani’s mouth while the other came on my ass cheek. My pussy erupted all over his fingers soaking my panties.
“I take that as a yes,” Mr Hirani said winking at me and licking his fingers. “My wife and I have just one condition — no condoms.” he added and winked at me.
That night, Mr Hirani fucked my ass for hours, while watching Mrs Hirani getting her pussy satisfied.
He ended up depositing two loads inside my ass that night.
Although he fucked me, both of us watched Mrs Hirani all the while.
We watched her getting eaten to five back-to-back orgasms. During two of them, she fed him her squirts.
She watched us watching her orgasm again and again, throughout the night, while her pussy was getting fucked, her ass was getting fucked and we watched a load each filling her mouth, pussy and ass.
Her orgasms seemed to drive Mr Hirani wild and he fucked me harder every time she came.
Throughout the night, husband and wife watched the other fucking someone else and they both seemed to get turned on by that.
A week later, I was doing my first modeling assignment and getting my ass fucked by Mr Hirani every night while we watched his wife get fucked repeatedly — without protection — all night long by a different male model each night.
After Mr Hirani, I resolved to always insist on protection.
A month later, I had slept with half a dozen models.
A year later, my modeling career had taken off, and I had lost count of the number of men that had fucked me.
My first trip to the US was to attend the destination wedding of a model friend who was marrying the CEO of a US-based multinational company.
It was at her wedding that I first met Mridul.
I was used to the lustful looks of men and the looks I got from the guys at the wedding were no different — be it the desis the firangis. I had my first gangbang there, taking on six guys of different nationalities one night.
Mridul wasn’t one of them. In fact, he never even made a direct pass at me. Even though he was clearly smitten and kept stealing glances in my direction, he would avert his eyes in a self-conscious way whenever our eyes met.
And yet, he stood out for me simply because what I saw in his eyes wasn’t lust. There was admiration, awe and something else that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Whatever it was, I was drawn to him.
I started spending time with him over silly pretexts and the night my friend got married, Mridul and I were role playing a suhaag raat, doing our own version of what we thought my friend and her husband would be doing.
Sex with Mridul was different too. I was accustomed to being used by men but being loved by a man was a new experience for me. Mridul was no alpha male. The most number of times he came in a day was twice — once in the morning and once at night.
There were times before him when a guy would fuck me 3-4 times a day. I had more orgasms with the men before Mridul too.
In fact, he couldn’t last long enough to even get me close to an orgasm. After he was done, I had to satisfy myself.
I told myself his inability to last was a sign of how much I turned him on. It was the first of a string of lies I would end up telling myself about him.
In spite of having to satisfy myself after he was done, I was still happier with him because I would take love over lust any day. It was the quality of the emotion over quality of sex — or at least that’s what I told myself. Yet another lie to justify the relationship.
He was on a 3-month break from work and I extended my stay in the US to spend time with him. I told him everything about my past and he said the past didn’t matter to him. What he cared about was a future with me. After a month long whirlwind romance, he accompanied me to India and we were married a month later.
My first rude awakening came on the night of our wedding. Folks from both our families were at the wedding as were a few of his friends and many of my professional associates. Since the wedding was in India, and since it had happened in a hurry, most of his friends from the US weren’t able to make it.
True to form, the guys I had slept with passed quite a few dirty and sexual comments and teased him with graphic details about my body and sex with me, when they came to greet us. I was used to the lustful looks from men, but clearly Mridul wasn’t. Nor was he accepting of the effect his bride had on men.
He was clearly fuming and burning with rage by the time he joined me for our suhaag raat. I was expecting a loving union but encountered the fury of jealousy.
He fucked me thrice that night — the most number of times he has ever fucked me in a night. Yet, there was no love. He fucked me in anger and I was left more humiliated and used than I had ever felt in my life.
I lied to myself again saying time will set things right — but I was wrong.
His jealous and angry side didn’t calm down with time. If anything, it made matters worse between us.
I soon realized that, before marriage, I was aspirational to him. Winning the object of everyone’s desire was a victory he wanted. After marriage, he saw me as his property and aspiration was replaced by intense jealousy.
Our marriage was already struggling by the time I accompanied him to the US just a week or so after our marriage.
My Perspective — Since Mridul’s Wedding…
“Dude,” I said on the phone to Mridul, “I thought you were taking a break from work to attend a wedding and spend time with family. Didn’t know you were going to get married yourself.”
“I didn’t either,” he said laughing, “I didn’t expect to fall in love… but it happened.”
“Congrats man!” I said, truly happy for my friend, “so when are you returning to work?”
“We are coming back to the US next week and I will be back to work a couple days later once I have her settled in.”
“We are organizing a party to welcome her to the US.” I said, “so I need a firm date”.
“I will let you know tomorrow ok?” he said, “But Vijay, I know you and women. Stay away from my wife ok? This isn’t a request.”
“Of course man,” I replied, “goes without saying. Yes, I can’t resist women, but those are single or available women. Not women in committed relationships. I don’t steal women or break relationships. You know me better than that.”
Like I said, just one look at her when she accompanied him to the party and I knew why Mridul felt the need to warn me off.
If she wasn’t married to him, I wouldn’t be able to resist hitting on her. But since she was, I stayed as far away as I could. I even avoided eye contact.
I wasn’t the only guy she had this effect on. The rest of the gang was just as enamored by her, and subtly flirted with her.
Most of it was harmless, but some of the guys did cop a feel brushing against her boobs or ass when they thought nobody was watching.
She clearly was used to the attention of men, but was also clearly in love with Mridul.
I envied him. He had done better than probably he himself would have imagined in his wildest dreams.
He was clearly proud of himself and was openly groping his wife. He grabbed her boobs and ass quite a few times in full view of all of us. His hands were constantly rubbing her high between her thighs.
He was putting on a show and while I found the public display of affection distasteful, I could understand the need to show off from his perspective.
Conscious of his warning, I made an early exit from the party because the more I stayed there, the more I was turned on by her.
When I got home, I told Angie about the way things had gone at the party.
Angie and I were in our first year of a “neighbors with benefits” arrangement. She had visited my office a number of times and knew all of my colleagues.
A lactating singe mom of a toddler, she was extremely hormonal and sexual. Having come off a relationship with a druggie that got her pregnant, she wasn’t interested in a relationship and that suited me fine.
My stories turned her on and we often role played the plots in my stories. When I told her about Mridul’s wife and how much she had turned me on, Angie wanted me to show her what I would have liked to do to Priya if she wasn’t married to Mridul.
I didn’t need a second invitation and showed her all night long, creaming her pussy four times along the way, while imagining I was fucking Priya all the while.
“WOW!” Angie said, gasping for air as dawn was breaking, “she must be something else. You really want to fuck her don’t you?”
“I would if she wasn’t Mridul’s wife,” I conceded. “But I won’t because I respect their marriage and my friend. I am not that crass.”
“I know,” she said kissing me, “and lucky me for that. But if this is how you fuck me thinking about her, then please think about her all the time”.
Priya’s Perspective — After the Party
“Is your friend gay?” I asked Mridul as I was undressing in our bedroom after returning from the party.
“Which friend?”
“The tall, good looking Indian one…what’s his name… Vishal or something?”
“Vijay,” he replied a tightness to his voice the way he spat the name out, “and no, he isn’t gay. Quite the opposite actually. He is probably fucking his neighbor right now thinking about you. That’s the kind of guy he is.”
“Oh,” I said. I had touched a sensitive nerve.
“But why are you interested in him?” Mridul asked, clearly upset.
“Not interested re,” I said, “he was the only one there that hardly even said hello. He avoided me like the plague. He was looking at you every few minutes, and that’s what made me think he might be gay and have the hots for you.”
That didn’t work either. All he wanted to talk about was how his friends at work looked at me. The more he talked, the angrier he got. I knew where this was headed and surrendered to a night of angry fucking.
Mridul was always on edge if Vijay was around, even though his friend did all he could to avoid me. He seemed totally not interested in me, while his other friends were… well, men.
In the weeks that followed, I tried to avoid going anywhere with Mridul. If I met his friends from work, he would be jealous and angry.
He on the other hand wouldn’t tire of flaunting and showing me off to friends. I started realizing I was a trophy wife for him. He had scored what none of his friends had and was gloating.
He would take me to parties and dinners with them, invite them over for dinner at our place.
Whenever we were around anyone he knew, he got increasingly physical, groping and kissing me openly.
Back home, the anger would invariably surface. It was getting increasingly obnoxious and I was this close to asking for a divorce.
But before I could act on that, life — as always — had another twist in the tale in mind.
My Perspective — Angie The Catalyst
“Are you sure you will behave?” I asked Angie as she was putting on her make up.
“Are you saying I misbehave?” She asked pouting, instead of answering my question.
“You know what I mean Angie.” I said, “Mridul hasn’t been the same ever since he got back from marriage. He seems to be on edge anytime I am around. I am trying to keep a distance and don’t even want to go if you ask me.”
“Then I am glad I am not asking you,” she said planting a kiss on my lips, “It would be rude to cancel this late. Besides, I want to meet this woman that has taken my sex life to a whole new level. And think about it, if I am there, Mridul is likely to be more relaxed than if I am not there.”
You really can’t win an argument with a woman and I didn’t win this one either. It wasn’t long after this conversation that we showed up at Mridul’s place for dinner.
Priya was thankfully busy in the kitchen and that helped me avoid awkward greetings. As the men gathered in the living room, Angie headed to the kitchen to help Priya.
I saw her greet Priya with an Angie special bear hug.
The two chatted while fixing dinner and I was on edge — worried that Angie would say something about our role play that Priya would blurt to her husband jeopardizing things even more between Mridul and I.
Through dinner, I noticed Priya looking in my direction with a weird expression that I couldn’t quite place.
Clearly Angie had said something to Priya, but it couldn’t have been offensive based on Priya’s expression — which was more curious than anything else.
Thankfully the evening ended uneventfully and we headed home around 11 pm.
“I can totally see why she turns you on so much,” Angie said as she got into the car, even before she had her seatbelt fastened. “Mridul’s one lucky dude and he better know it.”
“He sure is,” I agreed.
“She didn’t believe me when I said you had the hots for her,” Angie said giggling.
“You said what????” I said slamming the brakes, not believing my ears.
“Chill dude,” she said, “she’s cool. She was flattered.”
“Angie!” I snapped, “you had no business saying that to her. Jeez, we talked about this and you promised.”
“I did no such thing,” she said pouting, “I said I would behave and I was on my best behavior.”
“FUCK!” I said slamming my fists on the steering wheel.
“Since when did you start hiding things V?” Angie said, “You have always been a straight shooter from the day we met. That’s what is so endearing about you — outside the bed I mean. Truth is always best out in the open. Hiding it always creates a bigger mess.”
It’s true that I have always believed in calling a spade a spade and have never believed in faking things.
I have always considered men who mentally undress you but say all the politically correct things as hypocrites.
So Angie was right. I had been a hypocrite myself and wasn’t proud of it.
Well, what was done was done and there was no way to undo it. I just hoped it would pass as a joke between the girls.
Little did I know how far off the mark my wishful thinking was…
Priya’s Perspective — The Tipping Point
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she said as she ran towards me, her arms outstretched. I almost lost my balance and toppled over when she threw herself at me. We were both giggling when she held me in a bear hug and I had to be careful to keep the knife in my hand away from this bundle of energy.
“You must be the famous Angie,” I said as she held me at arms length and checked me out.
“I don’t know about famous,” she said smiling a warm smile at me, “I see V has been talking behind my back.”
“Mridul,” I corrected her, “not your V. He doesn’t even look at me, leave alone talking.”
“That’s because he has the hots for you,” Angie said matter of factly.
“WHAT!?!” I burst out laughing at her open honesty and care a damn attitude. “You’re joking.”
“Nada,” she said, shaking her head, “Mridul is scared he will steal you away and told V to stay away from you. That’s why he is so awkward. He isn’t used to putting on an act. He is always so transparent and honest that this fake distancing is hard for him.”
I could so believe that Mridul would have done something like that given his insecurities and jealousy. I just couldn’t believe that the one guy in his gang that seemed totally not interested in fact fantasized about me.
“Four times,” Angie held up 4 fingers as she reached with her other hand and picked up a slice of cucumber that I had just chopped. Popping it into her mouth, she added, “four times is the least number of times he’s done it ever since he met you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know,” she said gesturing the classical sign of fucking with an index finger going in and out of a ring created by the thumb and index finger of the other hand, “we often role play around the characters in the stories he writes — you know he writes erotica right? No? You should check his Secret Hopes site out. Anyway, since he met you, we have been role playing him fucking you and four times is the least he has cum every single night since then.”
“You’re kidding me right?”
“Cross my heart,” she said, and gave me yet another of her bear hugs, “so thank you for spicing up my sex life like never before.”
“I didn’t know one of Mridul’s friends wrote erotica,” I said looking in the direction of where the men were sitting. Mridul waved and smiled and I smiled back, but I was checking “V” out in a new light.
“Oh yeah, steamy stuff. He even wrote a story about us. It’s called ‘Neighbors with Benefits‘. You should read it.” Angie said popping another slice of cucumber in her mouth.
“I think I will,” I replied.
“When I first read them, I was like…naah…no way is all that possible. But, trust me girl, he made my toes curl even before he met you. And now it’s just nirvana all night long.”
This guy had me intrigued. The rest of the evening was the usual. Once they all left, Mridul’s jealous accusations started.
We argued for a bit but then I had enough. I grabbed a pillow and stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I spent the night on the couch, replaying the conversation with Angie over and over in my mind.
After Mridul left for work the next morning, I headed off to the bedroom. Going to the Secret Hopes website on my phone, I searched for and landed on Angie’s story.
As I read the story, I caught myself picturing myself in the story instead of Angie.
Before long, I was dripping wet. I was unconsciously rubbing myself and only realized I was still in my clothes when my first orgasm hit.
I got out of my clothes and lay back in bed before continuing to read. It was impossible not to get turned on by the animations assisting the narrative.
While the sex acts were clearly exaggerated — nobody came that many times or lasted that long — I could see why Angie had called his stories a girl’s best friend.
By the time the story came to an end. I had cum two more times.
By four in the evening, I had read three more stories and cum at least a couple times reading each one.
Reluctantly, I put the phone away and took a shower. I was still so turned on that I was eagerly waiting for Mridul to come home.
I pounced on him the moment he walked in the door. I was burning with desire and literally tore his clothes off.
Pushing him on the bed, I stripped naked and got on top, sucking his cock hungrily till he was hard.
Guiding him into me, I started riding him.
For the first time since we had got together, I came before him, shaking all around his cock when my orgasm hit.
He groaned and shot his load into me moments later.
It was over in less than 5 minutes and I was picturing Vijay instead of him all along.
As I rolled off a panting and pleased Mridul, I was hoping his friend lasted at least half as long as he claimed to in his stories.
I intended to find out for myself.
My Perspective — The Inevitable
My phone dinged at 7 am waking me. I had text messages…
Mridul: Why’s she crying out your name during sex?
Mridul: WTF man
Mridul: I told you to stay away from her
Mridul: Location Pin and address
Mridul: Be there by 8:30. We need to talk. Not a request. You better be there.
Shit, shit, shit…I thought jumping out of bed. Angie stirred in her sleep next to me before rolling over and going back to sleep. How the hell was I supposed to know why his wife called out my name? Maybe it was also the name of one of her exes. Angie… you should have kept your mouth shut… what a mess… My head was swirling with one thought after another
Grabbing my underwear, I ran to the bathroom while messaging Mridul back: Will be there. Talk then.
Angie was still fast asleep when I left her text message and rushed out the door 20 minutes later.
At 8:25 am, I pulled my car into the parking lot of what looked like a fancy resort. What was Mridul doing here? I walked up to the reception and asked the guy there if there was a Mridul Bhandarkar there for me. He directed me to the poolside.
I stopped dead in my tracks as I reached the poolside.
“You know,” Priya said from the poolside where she was sitting with her legs in the water, “I was supposed to do a shoot here after my friend’s wedding. But then, I met Mridul and canceled the shoot. The rest, as they say, is history.”
I looked around searching for Mridul.
“He’s not here,” she said, smiling, “I sent those messages from his phone when he was in the shower. Of course I deleted them and your reply. He’s happily on his way to office.”
“What am I doing here?” I asked, “I should be in office too, you know.”
She was wearing a sheer printed wrap and I suspected (or rather imagined) nothing else underneath. I could feel my cock stir in my pants and scolded myself. I had promised Mridul that I would stay away and I turned to leave.
“Why do you hate me?” she asked as I turned, “what have I done?”
“I don’t hate you” I replied.
“Then why do you avoid me? I have got to know most of your colleagues. I even got to know Angie, but you won’t even talk to me. You wouldn’t even be here if I hadn’t messaged you from Mridul’s phone. You must have something against me to avoid me like this.”
“Trust me, I have absolutely nothing against you. And I am sorry if I gave that impression.”
“Then what’s the hurry to leave? You are already here and I am here. This is as good a time and place to get to know each other as any, don’t you think?” She patted the space next to her, “come sit, I just want to talk, that’s all.”
A part of my brain was screaming at me to leave. The other part didn’t want to be rude — nah that’s a lie — the other part was imagining doing the nasty with her right there in extremely graphic detail.
I gulped and made my way to where she was sitting and sat some distance away from her.
“I am not poisonous you know,” she said smiling and scooted over to within inches from me. I could smell her perfume — a mild hint but just right. I could feel the heat from her body and my cock was straining against my jeans.
“I know Mridul has asked you to stay away from me.” she continued, “You apparently have some reputation as a womanizer or something. And I appreciate you honoring your friend’s wishes.”
“So you know that I have nothing against you.”
“But you could have been civil like everyone else and still maintained your distance.”
“Fair,” I said, “I didn’t have to be a jerk.”
“That’s progress right there. We agree on something.” She said smiling at me and slid into the waist deep water.
“But here’s the part you know nothing about.” she continued, “I didn’t know of his jealous streak or anger till the night of my wedding. Even if I were to lock myself at home, he would be suspicious that I was talking to someone on the phone or the Internet. He accuses me of flirting with his friends every time. And yet, he is the one finding excuses to show me off to friends.”
She looked at my shocked expression and gave me a sad smile.
“I can see you don’t believe me. The Mridul you know is nothing like the Mridul I am describing. But I have no reason to lie. I fell in love with and married a man that I don’t recognize anymore.”
“I am sorry to hear that,” I said, still sitting by the poolside watching her torture me from the water, “but I can’t set that right, however much I may want to. I can’t make him not be jealous.”
“And I don’t expect you to,” she said nodding, “I didn’t tell you this for sympathy or for a solution. The point I was making was, your distance didn’t protect me from anything. Even if you flirted like everyone else, it would be the same. The problem is with him, not you.”
I nodded my understanding. She smiled and walked up to the edge of the water.
“Now be a gentleman and help a lady out of the water,” she said extending her hand to me.
The moment I took her hand, she tugged hard. I went sprawling and landed head first in the water.
She burst out laughing, “Bye bye phone,” she said as I pulled my drenched and dead phone out of my pocket and set it on the poolside, hoping it would start working when it dried.
“I read your stories,” she said walking up to me, “they’re hot!”
“Angie told you about my site.” It was a statement, not a question, but Priya nodded. I was right that she wasn’t wearing anything under the dress — at least at the top. The wet fabric clung to her body like a second skin and I could clearly see her perfect dark nipples.
“She said you don’t exaggerate in the stories, but I find that hard to believe.”
I shrugged. To anyone else, I would have offered to demo and prove, but I bit my tongue.
“If someone were to walk up here right now, do you realize how silly you look in the water with all those clothes on.”
“I wouldn’t be in the water but for you,” I said but couldn’t help laughing with her at myself.
She started unbuttoning my shirt, “but, if you got rid of your shirt and jeans, nobody will realize you are in your undies and not in swimming trunks.”
I tried to pull back away from her, but she grabbed my shirt and pulled me right up to her.
“Is it true what Angie said?” she demanded.
“Depends on what she said,” I mumbled.
“That you imagine me while you are in bed with her and since you two started doing that, you do it at least 4 times every night. Is that true?”
“If I said no, I’d be lying,” I replied.
“I don’t believe you.”
“I can’t help that,” I said.
“Yes, you can,” she said reaching underwater and unbuttoning my jeans, “prove it.”
“No,” I protested pulling back, “I can’t do this to Mridul, or to you.”
“Before you say no, there’s one more thing you should know.” she said reaching she unzipped my jeans and pulled it down to my knees. “Two days before the dinner where you brought Angie, I met with a divorce attorney. The divorce papers were delivered the day after the dinner and are sitting in my closet, hidden under a layer of clothes.”
She then pulled my underwear down, started stroking my cock and continued, “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since the day I read your stories. Angie and I have been talking almost everyday since then and she knows what’s going on in my life. If you think I am lying, she can tell you all about it.
“My point is, all this staying away, not staying away, talking, not talking, fucking, not fucking…it all doesn’t matter. The marriage was doomed even before we got married. Now, whether we give in to our desires or not is our choice.”
“Look I’ve made it easy for you,” she said taking my hand and placing it on her naked pussy. She wasn’t wearing any panties! “But I am not going to beg. You decide whether you want to satisfy a hungry woman’s needs or deprive her — and yourself — of what we both want.”
There was no way I was going to back off now. There was urgency and hunger both ways when we kissed.
I cupped her breasts over her dress, caressing her hard, pointy nipples. “God, how I have wanted you from the day I saw you,” I moaned into her neck.
“Now you get your wish,” she said guiding my rock hard shaft to her opening, she rubbed it up and down her pussy before guiding the head to her opening.
She was incredibly tight as I pushed my way into her womanhood.
“Oh fuck!” she groaned throwing her head back and closing her eyes, when I was buried all the way into her.
I sucked first one and then the other nipple over her dress as I started moving in and out of her, slowly at first but rapidly picking up the tempo.
I was kissing her lips, shoulders, neck, ears and drilling her hungry pussy.
Fifteen minutes later, she started shaking as her orgasm hit.
I couldn’t hold back any longer either and shot my load inside her pussy.
“That lasted at least 10 minutes longer than Mridul’s best performance,” Priya said giggling once we had caught our breaths.
“That didn’t last,” I said, “that just began. I am not even close to done yet.”
We held and kissed each other for a few minutes. When I pulled out of her, Priya continued to stroke my limp cock. By the time our breaths had returned to normal, my cock had already started stirring in her hand.
She let go of my cock and pushed me back, “I don’t know about you, but the water is a bit too cold for me. What say, we get out of here and find some other place to go?
With that, she got out of the pool. I pulled up my underwear and jeans, and followed her out.
Priya and I both picked up our phones. I opened mine up and wrapped the parts in a dry towel. She must have put her phone on speakerphone because I could it ringing. As I reached for my soaking wet shirt, her call connected.
“Heyyyyy,” I heard shortly and turned at Angie’s voice.
“Hey there girl friend,” Priya said looking at me mischievously, “just called to let you know that your “V” is with me and may not be coming home tonight. You have any problems with that?”
“You DID IT!!!!!!” Angie screamed excited.
“Sure did,” Priya replied “and I am still catching my breath.”
“I want to hear all about it, how was it?”
“Calm down sister,” Priya replied giggling, “we will need a girls day to tell you everything. But going by the stirring I felt in my hands a short while ago, I think he is just getting warmed up. He sure whet my appetite and I know I am hungry for more.”
“Awe…have fun, and BIG HUGS. I know it isn’t always easy to follow your heart…” Angie said, “but do send him back with some steam left in the tank. I will share him, but I won’t give, get what I mean?”
“Loud and clear….and this time, it’s my turn to say Thank You!”
Disconnecting the call, Priya wrapped a towel around herself. “What say we take this to the room I have booked upstairs?”
Priya’s Perspective — The Day of Fusion
He could barely keep his hands off me till we got to the room. I used my access card to open the door. The moment we were inside, he grabbed my dripping wet body and started kissing me all over my face and mouth.
Flattered at his hunger, I started laughing, “Let me close the door at least,” I said, pushing him away.
The moment I turned to close and lock the door, he was on his knees. Lifting my dress, he started kissing and licking me all over my ass cheeks. Closing the door, when I turned, his mouth was on my pussy.
“Patience tiger,” I said pushing him away, “you had you turn, now it’s my turn.”
I made him stand up, got on my knees and pulled his jeans down. “It felt big in my hands, want to see it up close.” I said and pulled his underwear down.
“God, it’s beautiful,” I gushed as his partially erect member was freed from the confines of his underwear.
I hadn’t believed he was as big as he claimed even after Angie told me and I held it in my hands.
But then, seeing is believing right?
I kissed the biggest and the most beautiful cock I had seen in my life from base to tip and then back to the base.
Lifting his member up, I kissed all over his balls.
“No wonder I felt so filled, when you were in me gorgeous, and you aren’t even fully awake yet,” I mumbled to his cock while caressing it.
If you could be in love with a part of the human body, I would say I was already in live with his shaft as it slowly started rising in my hands.
I rubbed it against my cheeks and kissed it all over.
His tip was glistening with either precum or the residue of his last eruption in the pool.
I licked it and got the first taste of his love potion.
I wanted to swallow as much of a full load as I could and started stroking him with one hand while caressing his balls with the other.
At the same time, I guided his head to my mouth and started sucking him.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned and started growing in my hand and mouth.
It didn’t take him long to be completely hard. As I sucked and stroked him, he was moaning and groaning in pleasure and started thrusting his hips upwards driving his shaft deeper and deeper down my throat.
After I had sucked and stroked him for close to ten minutes, his breathing started getting shallower and shallower. I knew he wasn’t too far from cumming and was eagerly waiting for him to feed me his cum.
But he had other ideas. Abruptly, he pushed me away and off his body.
“Not so fast,” he said and pushed me backwards on the bed.
Instantly he was on top of me. Grabbing my legs, he pushed them up to my shoulders and buried his face into my pussy.
He licked up and down my opening before sliding his tongue inside me. As if in response, wetness gushed to my pussy and I heard a satisfied moan as he licked my wetness.
The more he ate me, the hungrier he seemed to get. His mouth was all over and around my pussy, his tongue was driving in and out of me at times and licking my swollen clit at other times.
As he licked, kissed and sucked me, he was driving me closer and closer to an explosion that I knew was inevitable.
I don’t know if it was because I hadn’t enjoyed sex in so long, or because I had been turned on so much by his stories, or whether it was a combination of factors — but ten minutes later, I erupted with the first ever squirting orgasm of my life.
My pussy erupted like a fountain as my body shook with wave after wave rocking me.
He kept eating me right through my volcanic eruption for close to three minutes as multiple after shocks rocked my body.
When my orgasm finally passed and I opened my eyes, he actually looked disappointed that I had stopped cumming. One glance at his raging erection told me this day was just getting started and I was in for a treat at least for some more time…
My Perspective — A Delicious Day, and Night
When Priya erupted, I couldn’t believe how much and how long she kept cumming. I couldn’t have enough of her juices and by the time her orgasm passed, I was rock hard and ready for action.
When she opened her eyes, her expression went from pure contentment to amazement at my erection to shock at seeing my face covered in her cum.
“Oh God, I am so sorry,” she groaned panting heavily.
“Sorry for what?” I said swallowing the last of her cum, wiping my face and licking my lips.
“For cumming like that,” she said embarrassed, “I have never squirted before in my life. Sorry for making a mess on your face.”
“Oh,” I said, “it’s my pleasure to have eaten your first squirting orgasm. You have no idea how delicious your cum is. If you squirt again, I want to eat it.”
I always get turned on by a woman’s orgasm. If she cums in my mouth, I am guaranteed to get hard. And if she squirts in my mouth — oh! yummm!
And then there’s something about married women — the forbidden fruit always tastes tastier.
I bent forward and kissed her. As our tongues met, I slid two fingers inside her.
When we finally broke the kiss and came up for air, I pulled my fingers out of her, covered in her cum.
“I want you to feed me more of this delicious honey,” I said showing her cum on my fingers before sucking my fingers and letting her see how much I loved the taste of her cum.”
“Later, if you must,” she said blushing. “I want to feel you inside me.”
I had already creamed her pussy once and eaten her through an incredible orgasm, and yet, I hadn’t seen her completely naked yet.
I kissed her pussy lips lovingly and licked as much of her honey as I could, before giving her pussy a break.
As hungry as I was for her, I literally tore her dress off her body.
“Thank God, I brought a change of clothes,” Priya grinned, “how would I have gone home in that torn dress otherwise?”
“Thinking about going already?” I said, taking in her naked body from head to toe.
“No,” she said grinning and flashing her gorgeous dimples, “just mourning the death of my favorite seduction dress.”
“You look gorgeous without clothes,” I said, “it’s a crime to hide all that beauty in clothes.”
“Ah, that’s corny, but sweet,” she said pulling me towards her and kissing me.
I could kiss those lips for hours, but then, her gorgeous boobs demanded attention too. I cupped them as our tongues met in a hungry embrace.
Priya groaned when I pinched her nipples.
After playing with her boobs and nipples with my fingers for a few minutes while kissing her, I lay Priya on her back.
I then started kissing and licking her all over her face, then down her neck, then lower kissing her upper chest before kissing and licking between her breasts.
Taking one nipple in my mouth, I sucked like a baby while pinching the other.
“God you are beautiful Priya,” I moaned into her nipple, “I want to enjoy every single inch of you.”
“Nobody is going to stop you,” she said, guiding my free hand to her pussy and I started rubbing her clit.
In response, Priya started grinding her hips and thrusting upwards.
I entered her with two fingers and started moving in and out of her, while continuing to suck her tits.
“Fuck YESSSSS!” she groaned thrusting her hips upwards in rhythm with my fingers.
“Oh, God, yes,” she gasped, “don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Realizing she was close to her orgasm, I started drilling her pussy even harder and started rubbing her clit with my thumb.
Instantly, Priya screamed and arched her back.
Her whole body started shaking as her orgasm hit and she came all over my fingers.
When I continued to finger fuck her pussy even after her orgasm passed, she pushed my hand away.
Pushing me on my back, she straddled me and started grinding her hips against me, rubbing her pussy against my shaft.
“Right now,” she moaned bending forward and kissing me, “I want to feel that hardness inside me.”
With that, she guided my shaft to her opening and moved down, guiding me into her. As wet as she was, when I entered her, I was taken aback by the tightness of her pussy around my shaft.
She threw her head back and bit her lips as I filled her and started moving in and out of her.
“Fuck you are huge,” she groaned in pleasure, “I can feel you so far inside me.”
“This is so inappropriate,” I moaned as her pussy gripped my shaft, “but I want to cum inside you.”
“Like you didn’t cum inside me in the pool,” she moaned, “a bit too late to be asking permission, don’t you think.”
“Well, I wasn’t exactly thinking back then,” I said sheepishly, starting to move faster in and out of her.
“Yeah me neither,” she said, “besides, the pool water probably diluted the effect. I want to feel your cum fill me.”
As she bent forward to kiss me, her boobs pressed against my chest. I grabbed her ass and started drilling her hard and deep.
“God yes,” she groaned in my mouth, “harder, fuck me harder.”
She was moving her hips with me, driving me as deep into her with every thrust as I could go.
“Oh God, Vijay,” she groaned, “I am going to cum again, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I felt her pussy muscles contract and her body tense as she went over the edge with a scream of pure pleasure.
Once again, when her orgasm hit, she erupted squirting all over my shaft.
“Oh FUCK,” she groaned once her orgasm passed, still moving on my shaft, “what are the odds of two squirting orgasms in one day after never having one in all these years.”
“Seen from my perspective,” I grinned at her, “that’s a lot of wasted cum that you could have fed me.”
“You can’t seriously like to eat my cum,” she teased.
“Cum again like that,” I said, “but make sure I am eating you when you do.”
“I seriously thought you were exaggerating when you talked about eating Angie through her squirting orgasms for hours,” she said.
I rolled her over on her back and kissed her, our hips grinding, my cock buried deep inside her, “this is just the beginning,” I said, “the day is still young.”
Still kissing her, I started moving in and out of her, picking up the tempo with every thrust.
Before long, I was drilling her pussy hard, my balls slapping against her ass cheeks with every thrust.
Turning her around, I started drilling her doggy style.
“God, Vijay,” she gasped between pants, “you are going to make me cum again. Cum with me, I want to feel your cum in me.”
She seemed exhausted and on the brink of explosion, but I was nowhere close to cumming.
On the other hand, I had every intention of eating her when her orgasm hit just in case she squirted again. I wasn’t going to let her delicious honey go to waste again.
When it did, her body started squirming and she let out a wail.
Pulling out of her, I lifted her leg and rubbed her pussy before wrapping my mouth around it.
“FUCKKKK!!!” she groaned and exploded squirting stream after stream into my mouth.
For the next half hour or so, I fucked and ate her through two more squirting orgasms.
I finally got to a point where I couldn’t hold back any longer and shot my load deep inside her.
I had no intention of stopping, but Priya looked exhausted and ready to pass out. I asked her if she needed a break.
“Only if you want one,” she replied.
Priya’s Perspective — Fucked Like Never Before
He grinned when I said we could take a break if he wanted one. Of course he didn’t. I should have guessed.
In response, he pulled out of me and offered me his limp cock to suck and stroke back to hardness.
My phone rang around 1 pm, just as he was starting to go hard again. Reaching for my phone, I picked it up and saw that it was Mridul calling.
“Want to take that?” Vijay asked. I shook my head ‘no’ still sucking and stroking him. I muted the phone and put it back on the side stand.
The phone rang again when he was entering me and a few more times while he fucked me.
Like before, he fucked me to the brink of an orgasm before pulling out and eating my pussy when the orgasm hit.
He did that for close to an hour, through six of my orgasms.
I squirted like a fountain thrice and each time, he drank my cum right out of my pussy.
I’d been fucked before my marriage by so many men. There were those that made sure I got my orgasms, but never had I encountered a man who seemed to enjoy my orgasms more than his own.
Never before had I met a man who enjoyed eating me through orgasms or a man who genuinely seemed to enjoy the taste of my cum and squirts.
By the time he shot his third load of the day inside my pussy, it was almost 1 pm and I was famished. He seemed to keep going and I had to beg him to take a lunch break.
When I picked up my phone to order room service, I had 8 missed calls from Mridul.
“I think you should at least call him back,” Vijay said when I showed him the 8 missed calls.
“He’s tortured me enough since marriage,” she said shaking her head, “he can suffer for a few hours.”
He nodded his understanding and headed to the bathroom while I put my phone on silent and ordered some food from the landline the resort had provided in the room.
When I disconnected the call, I heard the shower running and decided to join him.
As we caressed each others’ bodies and kissed under the hot water, I warned him that food would arrive in less than an hour and we probably shouldn’t be anywhere close to our orgasms when room service arrived and it would probably be smarter to just take it easy.
However, I couldn’t live up to my own suggestion because before long, he was hard again and my greed to taste his cum took over.
I stroked him and caressed his balls before taking him in my mouth.
He fed me his cum just minutes before room service rang the door bell.
While I cleaned up, he wrapped a towel around himself and left the bathroom.
I stayed in the bathroom till the room service guy left and then stepped out wrapped in a towel myself.
As I headed to take a chair around the trolley room service had delivered, Vijay tugged at my towel and stripped it off.
“Hey,” I said, surprised.
“Want to see my dessert while we eat,” he said winking.
“Hmmm, not enough meat here,” I replied lifting the lids of the dishes and then pulled his towel off, “I want to see my new favorite meat too.”
We both laughed and settled naked around the trolley. As we ate, I reached with my foot under the trolley and started rubbing my toes against his member and balls.
He returned the gesture by rubbing his toes up and down my pussy.
By the time food was done, we were both extremely turned on.
“Time for dessert,” he said and made me sit on his face, feeding him my pussy.
When I came, I was glad I squirted because I was eager to feed his hungry mouth as much cum from my pussy as I could.
After my orgasm passed, I turned around so I could feast on his member and get him hard again and was pleasantly surprised to see he was fully erect and ready for action.
He continued eating me while I sucked and stroked him.
We both came almost at the same time twenty minutes later. While I didn’t squirt this time, I hungrily swallowed the load he shot in my mouth.
Even though his cock went limp, his hunger was still raging and he continue eating me. This time, he also used his fingers to drill my pussy while he sucked on my clit.
When I came squirting yet again in his mouth, I watched mesmerized as his cock sprang up to erection while he devoured my cum.
He ate and fucked me all through the afternoon.
By five in the evening, I had taken two loads in my mouth and five in my pussy.
After another break to recharge our batteries, I needed a load in the only hole he hadn’t fucked yet.
By 9 pm, he had deposited a load in my ass and yet another in my pussy.
I had lost count of how many orgasms I had through the day and how many times I squirted.
When I suggested we stop for dinner, he reluctantly agreed.
He checked his phone and grinned when it came back to life.
“You didn’t kill it after all,” he said grinning as I headed for the bathroom.
This time, he called room service from the land line while I freshened up.
After dinner, I reached for my bag to get dressed and head home.
“Just one more time,” he said, grabbing my wrist.
“Haven’t you had enough for a day?” Even as I said that, I knew I was as hungry as he was.
‘Just one more time’ resulted in over two hours of intense fucking.
I had fed him two more squirting orgasms, came around his shaft a couple times and taken yet another of his load inside my pussy.
When he rolled over to catch his breath, I reached for my phone.
In addition to a total of 15 missed calls from Mridul, I also had messages
Mridul (3:30 pm): Why aren’t you answering your phone?
Mridul (4:30 pm): Your sister arrived a couple hours ago.
Mridul (4:32 pm): At least answer the phone to talk to her if you are mad at me.
Mridul (7:30 pm): Are you ok? Answer damnit.
Mridul (8:00 pm): I am taking her for dinner
Mridul (10:00 pm): We are back home. I have her settled in the guest room in case you want to catch up if and when you come home.
OH SHIT!!!! I thought. Why was my sister here? She had said nothing about coming to the US. I looked at the time and it was close to midnight.
I quickly told Vijay what the situation was while I hurriedly put my ghagra and choli on.
“I will head home too then,” Vijay said.
“No stay here,” I said, “the room is paid for till tomorrow anyway. Call Angie over if you want.”
“It’s midnight,” he said checking his phone. “She will either be asleep or even if she is awake, I wouldn’t ask her to leave her kid and come over at this hour.”
“Then there’s no point you going home either.” I said, “so stay. I will call you when I know what the matter is after I get home.
With that, I grabbed my dupatta and dashed out the room and literally ran to the parking lot.
The hour long drive home from the resort was probably the longest drive of my life. My mind was a whirlwind of all kinds of negative thoughts…
Of all days it had to be today that I chose to avenge Mridul’s cruelty. It had to be today that I chose not to check my phone for hours. It had to be today that she showed up unexpected. I hope she just decided to give us a pleasant surprise. What if something is wrong at home? Has something happened to her or to Appa or Amma?
I didn’t bother to park the car in the garage. Just leaving it parked on the roadside, I ran up the stairs, opened the door with my key and headed towards the guest bedroom — which was opposite the master bedroom. But I never got there.
The master bedroom door was open and I froze when I reached it.
My sister was shaking and screaming as she erupted squirting all over Mridul’s face and in his mouth and he was drinking her juices up hungrily.
At the same time, he shot his load over my sister’s face and mouth, groaning in pleasure and telling her how she is the best and tastiest pussy ever and how he can’t wait to fill her pussy with his cum again and again.
I just saw dumbfounded as my sister licked and swallowed my husband’s cum a satisfied smile of sexual contentment on her face.
I slammed the door behind me and ran to the living room crying, with another whirlwind of thoughts going through my head — how long has this been going on? Serves me right to cheat on my husband. If I was feeling guilty about it, this does it. If I had any doubts about the divorce, this seals it.
I wasn’t even aware of taking my phone out of the purse or making the call.
“Are you still there?” I asked Vijay when the call connected.
“Yes,” he said, “pacing the room anxiously, waiting to hear from you. Is everything ok?”
“Just stay there,” I replied between sobs, “I will explain when I get there.”
“You are coming back?” he asked surprised, “didn’t your sister just arrive? Shouldn’t you be there with her?”
“Just don’t leave, stay there” I repeated, “there’s a lot I need to get off my chest and I can’t be here anymore.”
“Akka,” I heard my sister call out in a whimper as I disconnected the call. I turned and saw her wrapped in a bedsheet, her head down in shame and crying. But what I noticed most was Mridul’s cum on her cheeks and chin.
“Don’t talk to me,” I hissed.
“I am sorry Akka,” she said runing to me and grabbing my wrist as I headed towards the door with my purse. “At least let me explain.”
“What’s there to explain?”
“Please Akka.” As angry as I was at that moment, I loved my sister and couldn’t bear to see her crying. When she dragged me to the couch, I couldn’t pull away and followed her. Over the next hour, she told me what had let to what I saw.
Her boyfriend had proposed to her two weeks ago and she had said yes. Two days back, she had got a rare day off from work and decided to surprise him.
When she reached his place, she found him in bed with the girlfriends of two of his best friends while his friends watched naked, stroking themselves.
One of the girls was riding his cock while he devoured the other girl’s pussy.
When my sister screamed his name, instead of stopping, the three continued fucking while his two friends grabbed her.
They were clearly drunk or doped or both.
“Hey look, our return gift is here,” one of them said, grabbing my sister’s arm.
“You enjoy them while we enjoy her,” the other friend said.
“Let go of me,” my sister said trying to free herself from the guy’s grip.
“No way,” he said grinning and pulled her to him, reaching around her and grabbing her ass, “the only reason we let him fuck our girlfriends was because he agreed to let us have you to our heart’s content. And that’s exactly what we are going to do all day.”
My sister kept protesting and begging them to let her go, but they tore her clothes off.
One held her down with his knees on her arms and shoved his hardness in her mouth while the other entered her pussy.
“I am going to cream both of your girl’s holes dude. She’s tight and begging for my cum.” the guy fucking her said to her boyfriend, who was still being serviced by the two girls.
Once he emptied himself in her pussy, the two exchanged places and the other friend fucked her, also creaming her pussy.
Then they fucked her together — one in her pussy and the other in her ass. They made her suck them back to hardness while finger fucking her pussy and ass. Once they were hard again, one creamed her pussy yet again while the other made her swallow his cum.
Once their girlfriends had been satisfied, the girls left and all the three friends fucked my sister all day long.
Thoroughly humiliated and violated, she booked the first available flight to the US and landed this afternoon.
Once they returned from dinner, Mridul headed off to bed but partly because of the trauma and partly because of jetlag, my sister couldn’t sleep.
When she checked on Mridul, he was still awake and reading in bed. She asked him when you were expected and Mridul told her “who knows, she is more interested in my friends than she is in me.”
He gave her a sob-story that made her open up about her own traumatic experience. When Mridul kissed her, she said thought about pulling back, but didn’t know why she kissed him back.
The next thing she knew, Mridul’s had stripped her naked and his fingers were inside her pussy and he was sucking her tits.
One thing led to another and they ended up in bed together. He had already cum in her pussy once and he asked her to suck him back to hardness. I had walked in when towards the end of his second round.
She kept crying and apologizing over and over. I didn’t know what to say to her and just held her and let her cry.
Eventually, I led her to the guest bedroom and held her till she cried herself to sleep.
Mridul was standing by the door when I got out of my sister’s bed to head back out of the house. He had thankfully put some clothes on.
He tried talking to me but I glared at him, “not one word from you,” I said and headed to the master bedroom.
Taking the divorce papers out of the closet, I threw them at him.
“I was hoping things would get better, but today was the last nail in the coffin.”
“Were are you going?” he croaked as I opened the main door.
“To your friend Vijay,” I replied, “hoping he will agree to fuck me.”
With that I slammed the door and headed back to the resort.
My Perspective – The Night
“Please stay on the phone,” she said when she called me around 2 am, “I am on my way, but I don’t trust myself to drive.”
She had clearly been crying and hyperventilated a few times over the 45 minutes it took her to reach the resort. Between sobs and choking, she told me most of what had happened.
I held her when she opened the room door and let her cry her heart out.
“Would I be a really bad person if I asked you to take me to bed with you?” she finally asked after God alone knows how long.
“Shhhhh,” I said caressing her face and wiping her tears. I undressed her and led her to bed.
Twenty minutes later, when we came together, Priya begged me not to stop.
I fucked her throughout the night, eating her through orgasm after orgasm and creaming her pussy three more times before we drifted off to sleep.
All this was going through my head as I watched her sleep.
As I watched her naked body, I couldn’t help going hard again.
She finally stirred and opened her eyes. Smiling at my erection, she extended her hand and called me over to join her in bed.
As I spread her legs and buried my face in her pussy, I once again felt a pang of guilt for fucking my friend’s wife.
Should I have felt guilty? You be the judge of that and let me know in the comments.
THE END
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