Foursome $ex to Spice Up Life

Hello friends, my name is Nalini and this is my story. My husband and me am a great fan of this **** site and have been reading a lot of stories but at times the stories written here are a poor representations of normal sexual fantasies and so I thought I should post some real encounter I had instead of reading cheap fantasies. My husbands name is Jaswinder and he is from Punjab. We have been married for last five years and we are actually interested in our married life especially with *** as a huge incentive. We have known each other since college days when I used to be the sweetest gal in the class. He now works as a software engineer in Delhi. He got transferred last year and we rented a two room flat in one of those concrete jungles in the city. The flat which we have is small and nice with one balcony in the front which can used as a porch. It also has a common balcony in the back between two flats which opens into the second room of the flat. This is generally used for drying cloths.

We share this balcony with neighbours from Dehradun. They are Mr and Mrs Rahul Negi. Husband Rahul works in a finance company while wife Nitu has taken a sabbatical like me after marriage. They have shifted to our neighbourhood just six months back but in this short time, have become quite close friends. The main reason is that they are both cheerful and decent and belongs to the same age group like us. We have even gone for movies together and Nitu and I often go out for shopping. It is in fact comfortable to have someone to talk to in this big city. Our closeness is, however, restricted to social levels and we do not interfere within each other’s household matters nor do we discuss such things. From hereon I will call them Negi and Nitu. Negi is a cute person with a disarming smile and Nitu is from Punjab like my husband. Theirs is also a love marriage like us. While I am petite in shape and size, which my husband compares with Bose speakers, small in size but of extremely high quality when in bed, and emits surround sounds.

Nitu is one athletic lady of 5’ 6” with 38 bust and everything downwards equally proportioned. Negi and Jassi are almost 5’ 10“with Jassi slightly more on the muscular side. I belong to Delhi and Negi is from Almorah. Our *** life is rocking and we both take extra efforts to make it special for both. We keep looking for opportunities to spice it up and in the process; we have explored every nook and corner of the house. However, when I got married to Jassi, I was naive and innocent while Jassi used to remain in an excited state like a rabbit on heat. This brought a lot of mismatch in bed but Jassi, a loving man as he is, was patient with me and inducted me slowly to the wonderful world of uninhibited ***. In last three years, we have tried everything possible in bed. Whether its 69, cum guzzling, **** licking in addition to all the normal positions. Recently, however, Jassi told me he wants to bring in another angle to our *** life before we start a family. I asked him what he has in mind. “I wanna try out soft swapping like sitting with exchanged partners in same movie hall or same room *** or may be threesome or foursome if everything goes out well”, Jassi said.

We talk dirty while we engage in the act and it charges me to the edge and so we are quite open to each other. I have realized that we only have one life to enjoy and it is the intimacy of two ***** bodies on heat in a switched off room which brings out the best human being you have inside. The way we both see it the aroma of a ***-filled room mixed with sweat and cum is the best therapy to relax a soul and it can cure you off any kind of tensions and brings a glow to your face. However, the idea of swapping didn’t appeal to me much and I told jassi frankly that I am not ready for anyone else in our sacred bedroom when we are in the act. Jassi has been patient with me and said,” I can understand the apprehensions you have in mind. You can take your time and I will wait for you to decide”. Nevertheless, he keeps bringing the issue jokingly asking me whether I have taken a decision or not. I once told him,” Jassi, I can understand what you have in mind but I cannot shed cloths in front of anyone else.

However, if you are keen than you can go ahead and have a threesome experience with some other willing couple and see what it takes” He said,” sorry baby, its not possible for me to do it with two strangers without you. It’s not the act which turns me on but its you in the act which is pivot to all my sexual longings. The way you satisfy me, I know no one else can even start scoring against you. If you are not comfortable we will leave it at this but don’t ever mention that I should go ahead without you” I felt sorry for him and must admit that the fantasy and idea excites me but the fear of unknown takes over the excitement and I never said yes to it. However, the guilt of not cooperating again with him again has taken over my deeds. It is because, during college days, even after being in a relationship for five years, I had not allowed him for ***. Now seeing his level of excitement, I feel I had denied him a great pleasure of *** for so long. Once when I asked him about any fling during our courtship, he simply said,” I can wait but I can’t compromise and I wanted it to start with you only so that it remains a fond memory throughout my life”.

I was really glad to have such a nice guy as my husband and even I started thinking of fulfilling his desire of swapping but I couldn’t comprehend myself in such a situation. Nevertheless, to charge him more I started bringing out the topic of me getting ****ed by someone else while he is looking. This; I used to do when his **** is turning me in marshmallows. The topic never failed to give him boost and we often had amazing ***, painting such fantasies. Being close to Negis and talking to them often made them the other willing partner in our fantasies. However, once we had done with the *** part, I was careful not to discuss the issue with him otherwise he will start on this track again.
Things however took a sudden turn lately and I had no control over the events, although I feel its good it has happened the way it has happened. For some time I had noticed that, Nitu has started acting funny around me. She will stand closer than usual and laugh at everything thing I say. I could not figure out the reason but I found her extra sweet with me.

I negated such thoughts thinking I am unnecessary getting suspicious. Moreover, she is a nice and polished gal and I also enjoyed her company. Last week when I went to hang my cloths for drying in the balcony, I saw Nitu’s undergarments hanging there already. They were plain white normal undergarments of large sizes to accommodate her ample assets. I shifted them aside on the wire and started hanging my undergarments on the wire. I always buy well fitting, bright coloured, lace and net under garments from enamour. Jassi says a married gal should always buy high quality undergarments and keep husbands guessing what his wife is wearing today as it keeps him interested in ***. However, to keep only my husbands and not everybody in the colony interested in me, I put a towel over my under garments when I put them for drying. This day, as I was about to put towel over my garments, suddenly side door opens up and I was taken by surprise. I turned and saw Nitu coming out of the door and I was relieved.

She said” arre mere kapde sookhe nahin abhi tak” with this she came and started checking her garments which were still wet. Then she asked me,” aur kya kar rahi hai Nalini, chal chai peete hain”. While saying this she noticed my garments and said “ kya baat hai, dubaara honeymoon ka iraada hai kya”. I simply laughed and said aisa kuchh nahii hai yeh mere normal garments hain. She came closer and touched my maroon lacy bra and asked,” waah, itna kharcha chaddiyon par iss se to ek jeans aa jaati” I laughed and gave him Jassi’s logic about garments and said,” Jassi khud jaata hai mere saath jab undergarments khareedne hote hain, jeans khareedna ho to nahi jaata” She also started laughing and said that’s a good logic but you also have a figure like a model and he has a right to spend so much on you because the returns must be extremely handsome for him. I simply gave a twinkle to him and said “yea you can say that” With this she started complaining “meri jaisi moti par kaun khacha karega, yeh dekh whole sale ki chaddiyan pehan rahi huun.

I asked Negi one day ki kuch achche garments dila do to hansne lagaa ki naazuk cheezon mein tera gadraaya badan samaa nahii sakta. Inhe dhakne ke liye yahii kaam aa sakte hain”. Saying this we both started laughing and I said, “you are just exaggerating, you have nice and ripe body and Negi should be thankful ki uske jaise bande ko Punjabi dal makhani khane ko mil rahi hai”. She laughed a lot at my comments and said,” thanx yaar, aaj hi mein Negi ko bolti huun, but who kehta hai ki agar who shaadi na karta to mein aajtak kunwari rehti. Koi ladka mujhe ghas bhi nahii daalta” At this, I blurted out “no, he is wrong and in fact Jassi himself says many times that Nitu has a ripe and **** body”. I realized my mistake as soon as I said it and was about to say sorry when Nitu said,” what r you saying, in fact Negi always praises you for the firmness you have maintained and says that had he married a highlander, he would have got a female exactly like you. 5’ 2” in height, bright face and lean body, only thing missing would have been your bright eyes”.

We both laughed at the comments and became *****y about our husbands. I said.” Arre yaar, it is these good sets of undergarments which are making me look slim and petite otherwise Jassi has m*****ed me so much in these 5 years that if I remove my undergarments then my assets will simply fall on the ground”. Nitu said” no you are joking and I am sure you have **** figure like a doll. Each curve of your body is nicely in place and very well outlined”. We were still laughing when Nitu asked me,” the one you are wearing is also maroon in colour?” I said,” no, its black in colour” Nitu surprised me with her next question,” can I see them”. I was taken aback and said,” okay, I will show them tomorrow” to which she said,” please if you permit me then I want to see them while they are still on you. Actually, I also want to buy such undergarments but am not sure how they will look on me. It is such an intimate thing that one can’t go and try it out in the shop and the models which wear them on the packs are so good looking that everything fits them. In actual, garments never look the same when we wear them in real”.

I admit what she was saying was true and is a problem with many of us because we do not shop for under garments the way we shop for normal cloths. We can spend hours in a shop trying to buy a saree, which we may wear once in a month, but we are mostly in a hurry to come out of the shop when we have to buy under garments. It is the way we women in india are brought up, anything related to our private parts is a sin till we get married and then overnight, we are supposed to know all and fulfil all the desires of our husbands from the wedding night onwards. However, I was still lost in all these thoughts when Nitu requested me again by holding my hands,” plz Nalini, can you permit me seeing your under garments” I was still dazed and didn’t know what to say but still shook my head in positive. With this Nitu pulled my hand towards her door and happily said,” plz show me and then I will make tea for both of us” once we were in her house she pushed the door closed and turned to face me and said,” SHOW”. I found this offending and intrusion in my privacy but I had already agreed upon on doing it and can’t turn back.

The closing of the door had added to the creepiness of the situation. I was still looking blank when Nitu caught the bottom of my kurta and said again,” show naa, its just a normal thing which we gals have to share from time to time so that we don’t have to ask the outsiders”. I decided what the hack, it’s not going to change my sexual preferences if I show my bra to a friend and at least my intensions are not pervasive in any manner. I slowly took charge from where her hands have already lifted my kurta and lifted just one side of the kurta. She took a step back and started looking without saying anything. I was expecting some reaction from her when she said,” How will I see its fitting if you don’t give me a full frontal view”. I saw traces of double meaning in her words but her face gave away nothing. I then lifted kurta from the front and gave her a full view but the kurta, being loose, was adding to my clumsiness.

”nice, its really good fitting and the way its resting nicely on the sides is beautiful as its not digging into your … “ Nitu said ” I mean its not leaving any marks on your beautiful body” and then her hands reached for my cups of my bra feeling the material of it. I was however feeling the heat emanating from her palms. She inserted two fingers each in my cups and pulled it outwards saying’” bahut achcha material hai yaar, ekdum top quality” and before I say anything, she said,” TURN”. This was another shock to me and I said,” what?”. Nitu said,” arre baba, how will I see the fitting at the back if you don’t turn around” I was too exausted even to react and simply turned. I had started feeling butterflies in my stomach the way I have never experienced before with anyone in private, not even with my husband. I am sure I was not getting charged but this whole situation was suddenly making me feel hungry as if I had nothing my stomach and butterflies were free to fly from bottom of my boobs to top of my *****.

I felt cold air from the fan hitting my lower back when suddenly Nitu lifted my kurta from back to see the ‘fitting’ of my bra. I felt like a trapped a****l that gets used to foreign hands trying to touch them while they can do nothing about it. Suddenly, Nitu pulled the kurta above my head and said,” arre this bloody kurta is not letting me have a clear view.
Just remove this damn thing for a minute naa”. I had nothing else to do but to lift my hands in the air and she swiftly pulled my kurta off before I change my mind. Nitu now touched me at the back of my bra straps and I stiffened. I was sure it has gone a way too far where I would have liked it. She then inserted three fingers between my skin and bra straps and said cheeringly,” wow, this this has three pairs of hooks to keep it from sagging from the sides and the quality of the hooks is really good. They will not catch junk like the one others do after few washes. Let me see them properly and she unhooked my bra in one go not even seeking my permission. My bra flung open leaving my back exposed to Nitu’s gaze.

Her hand was now sweeping across my waxed bare back and you have an amazingly **** back and her hands were now roaming freely over my bare shoulders and following the contours of my hands; her hands came to rest around my waist. My **** surprisingly, were reacting to this uninvited intrusion in my privacy. The bra cups were resting loosely over my now erect **** and I placed both my hands on the wall in front of me to arrest me from wobbling. She then touched my waist from the sides and said,” it’s a beautiful waist you have” Only expression I could manage was a ‘Hmmmm…’, as I found all this bra showing a bad idea. “Okay Nalini, you can turn again if you want” Nitu said and I turned in a jiffy. My bra which was barely hiding my **** slippers down to my elbows as a result of my turning swiftly and nitu caught hold of it. “Wow let me the texture on the inner side” she said paying no attention to my **** as she startedstudying the cups of my bra.”nice, it seems this bra is tailor mad efor your ****” with this she looked up at my boobs and said,” arre, I will show you my garments as they fit me.

They look pathetic and even I don’t get charged seeing myself, leave Negi” and started laughing. I was relieved that she is not asking me to do anything anymore and I was okay as long as its not me who is putting on a strip show. Nitu lifted her loose t-shirt she was wearing and peeled it off her body and said,” SEE”. I had nothing else to do but see at the boobs, which were trapped in a white bra at a foot distance from my face. Her bra was the conical one thus highlighting her already ample boobs even further. Half of each **** was jutting out of her bra tops like two pigeons trying to escape at the same time from a broken cage. Nitu was turning sideways to give more than enough of the outlines of her bra. while I was thinking that is the end of bra showing. she unhooked her own bra and in one swift motion, her bra was in my hands and she said,”can I try yours just for a while if you don’t mind”, and before I can say I will mind she had already placed cup of my bra on her meaty boobs.

By now, I was getting turned on seeing another gal standing so close to me in a semi **** state and nitu is an eye turner in her own rights. Whatever anyone says but every women, if given a chance and security, will always like to see and feel the lovely body of another women. A male body doesn’t have this kind of openings and curves as a female body has. I noticed that her assets are not that bad and if cased properly, she will give lot of heartaches on the road. I mentioned this to her to divert both our minds. “Nitu, you complain unnecessarily. You have good figure and you have the right size what 90% of Indian males are obsessed with”. “Really, what are you saying. Does Jassi also likes big boobs” she asked laughingly. I smiled nervously at her. Then she said,” arre I will show you my undies also if you are okay with it” while I was about to say I am not okay with it, she had already unbuckled her belt and fiddling with her jeans buttons. My eyes were still fixed in shock at her jeans when it went down showing similar white colour panties. Her jet-black ***** hair was jutting out from the sides of her panties.

The whole thing was looking beautiful like careless strokes on an MF Hussain painting. I had nothing to say about the whole thing. However, I saw she has good meaty figure and assumed that her bust must have been 36D, waist 30 and butts were for sure 38. This figure looks very good in Indian cloths however, in jeans and t-shirt it boomerangs at times bringing down your morale and that is what has happened with her also. I commented that she has nice figure and can easily find good branded garments for her but she should prefer wearing salwar kurta to jeans and see the effect it has on Negi. She replied,” Really, you think I have good body” I replied affirmatively. Then she said,” achcha show me yours”. I asked her,”show what?” She replied,” arre, you did not say anything when I was lowering my jeans and you don’t wanna show me your beautiful undies. Last I read undergarments consist of two pieces, bra and panties” with this, she started laughing at her own joke, which I was not finding funny. While I was fidgeting with my pyjama chords, I thought I have already done lot of things amoral today and this one was not going to make any difference so I lowered my pyjamas in frustrations and said,” see, take a good look”.

She said,” , it is no doubt a good look”. Then asked me to turn back so that he can see from back. I turned back and let myself loose. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my waist and I came to attention. “Nice curves, why will anybody not spend money on such a good investment. I was in too compromising a position even to react and put my hands again on the wall in front of me. Her hands were now moving freely over my waist and and then loosely held me from behind, her boobs pressing into my back.she then kissed me on my neck and I thought “enough” and turned to face her. She was however oblivious to my anger and she lifted my hands and put them on her shoulders and took a step forward. She was just half a feet away from me with her jeans hanging at her knees and my pyjama already dropping at my feet. Then she brought her hands around my waist and held me. I was still looking perplexed as she took one-step further towards me. Because of my short height, her boobs were daring me for a touch and hot breathe from my nostrils was being cooled by the fan in between her boobs. This was bringing goose pimples on her boobs and sending hair-raising sensations to her hands and legs. Everything was happening in such a flurry that I was losing further in the lost battle.

She moved further and I turned my head before her boobs hit me squarely on the face. They landed up on my left cheek pressing my face against the wall. However, now I was facing a new problem that was more arresting than the tingling of her boobs. Her hands have started tightening around my waist and our under garments have started touching. Slowly, the goose pimples have started entering my body and I had suddenly started feeling cold. Involuntarily, my hands around her head started tightening further pressing her face near my ear. She entered her hands at the top of my stretchable undies and pressed my round *** lightly. I was already regretting the tightening of my hands but still moved myself ahead so that our pussies were rubbing against each other. I was used to hard and thick rod of Jassi pinning into me in such a situation however, the rubbing of our flatness against each other was sensational in its own right. It was like striking two flat pieces of amber, which an expert woodman uses to produce fire. I must say that fire was indeed been produced at the place where I wanted to deny it at any cost. My self-control was fast receding like sand from the hand and I wanted it to stop but I was aware I had no control in starting and have no control in stopping it. It is at this moment that Nitu breathe out in my ear and I melted in her embrace.

She then stuck out her wet tongue and licked my ear from top. I held her face tightly and pressed it against my ear. Then I moved my hands down, pulled my panties down to my knees, and did the same to her panties. Her furry ***** hair sprung into action and I started rubbing my hand over them. Nitu moaned and whispered in my ear,” Ohhh, so here is the switch I was looking for so desperately. This is the place which turns you into an apple pie” I felt the first drops of juices lubricating my moist *****. For the first time, I turned my face and looked her in the eyes. She was looking hot and her lips were wet. This closeness of her lips was urging me to taste them, feel them, lick them from edge to edge and may be suck them. Nitu gave a little smile and kissed me full on my nose with her open mouth. I pulled her hips closer to feel the bareness of her **** over mine. This energised her for more and then she gave me a kiss full on my lips. My thick set off lips responded well to the onslaught. I pushed my tongue in her mouth and felt the underside of her tongue. This is an expertise taught by Jassi that underside of the tongue is the most sensuous part of the mouth. He says it is easily reachable, silky unlike the top, and has a no. of nerves flowing through it, which carries warm blood increasing the sensuousness of the area.

In response, Nitu pushed her hands far below and reached my ***** from behind which I feel is most comfortable if you are hugging, as it does not hamper the closeness of the bodies in any manner. Now I held her tightly, pressed her **** from top, and started licking her left **** in circles. She lost control over herself maybe for the first time and she inserted a finger in my throbbing ****. We kept on pouncing upon each other in the same standing position until we were completely exhausted. After about twenty minutes, we were both warm and nicely doughed that we realised that she has not even removed her jeans. We both looked down and then at each other and laughed at the situation. I told her,” Nitu, naughty gal, don’t try and turn me into a lesbo” to which she said she has no such plans and it all was not planned but happened. She said come to kitchen and we will talk while making some tea. I said,” Now, I am afraid even going to a public park with” and we both laughed heartily. We went to kitchen and she said she is sorry if I regret anything we have done. I said what we have done is not normal but it is one beautiful experience I will not like to repeat.

She agreed with me and the topic went back to our husbands. She said,” what will happen if they ever come to know about it”. I said Jassi will be happy if he finds out as he will take it as a positive step. She turned and asked,” What positive way?” I then told her about everything my husband has been thinking lately. She said,” well, he is hornier than he already looks” I said you don’t know him what he actually is. He is a monster and not a cute guy like Negi. “Only if you knew about his cuteness in bed” she replied and we laughed. Then she said Negi talks about you even in bed and you think he is cute. I said,”all men do yaar, they can never get satisfied with one” “Does Jassi also talks about me in bed”, she asked. I said,” don’t start something new now”. She said she is not starting anything new. I replied,” I have known you enough in last one hour to fall for something drastic all over again” and we both laughed. Then she said okay I would tell you one honest thing. Actually, I had developed hots for you last week and it kept on increasing. I asked her how.

She said she and Negi were having tea in the evening in the back balcony and suddenly the towel slipped due to wind and lo, your undies were putting up an excellent show for both of us. Negi said,” Wow Nitu” and as we are quite frank, I also replied that the gal who fits in them is also equally wow. He said,” mm yaar, kash dekhne ko mil jaati” and we laughed upon it. In the night, while we were having ***, I asked him,” tumhe Nalini chahiye kya” he was taken aback but after much cajoling he confessed that he fantasizes you when we are having ***. It was demeaning at first but then I understood his situation. When even I find you **** then he is a male who is supposed to move around with a **** in front of them. Therefore, I said I would try. Actually, I wanted to come close to you in the pretext. I simply said,” , yaar yeh sab mard ek jaise hote hain. Mere hote hue bhi kai baar Jassi tumhaari baatein karta hai bed mein but I am not interested” Nitu then said we could swap with each other and see what happens. I refused straight away but she kept on asking while we were having tea also. Ultimately, to get away from the situation I said I would think about it as I am not comfortable with it. She said achcha ek kaam karte hain lets just give each other’s husband some privacy with us and talk with them. I said I am not getting what she is saying. She said,” yaar, its soft swapping, and you may not be aware most of the guys and gals nowadays have started a culture of ‘office hubby’.

They are the partners they can talk anything in the world without the inhibitions of married life as no strings are attached to them and at times it leads to *** also but that’s secondary”. I liked the idea but said I am not sure what she has in mind. Nitu said,” okay, now both our husbands will not mind swapping and in fact not doing it because of our disinclinations. Let us make an effort and see what happens. I am not asking you to jump in bed with my husband but let’s play a game and see where it leads us” I asked,” what new game does you have in your mind now?” She said,” Tonight when our husbands will go off to sleep we will open our doors of balcony and sneak into each others room” I was shocked at the proposal but it was kinky and exciting. She was not letting me leave so I just said,” let’s see and now let me go. I have to prepare food for him” I was sure that the idea, although seems nice, but will not happen. Jassi came late and we had dinner, a round of **** and went off to sleep. Suddenly at around two in the night, I woke up when I heard some noise at the back door. Again, there was a soft knock at the door and now I was wide-awake. The idea, which had sounded kinky in the morning, struck me like harsh reality. Again, a knock came at the door, louder this time. I was afraid that it will wake up Jassi and our little secret will be out in the open. I was up to give a good shut up this idiot gal knocking at my door in the pitch of the night.

They are the partners they can talk anything in the world without the inhibitions of married life as no strings are attached to them and at times it leads to *** also but that’s secondary”. I liked the idea but said I am not sure what she has in mind. Nitu said,” okay, now both our husbands will not mind swapping and in fact not doing it because of our disinclinations. Let us make an effort and see what happens. I am not asking you to jump in bed with my husband but let’s play a game and see where it leads us” I asked,” what new game does you have in your mind now?” She said,” Tonight when our husbands will go off to sleep we will open our doors of balcony and sneak into each others room” I was shocked at the proposal but it was kinky and exciting. She was not letting me leave so I just said,” let’s see and now let me go. I have to prepare food for him” I was sure that the idea, although seems nice, but will not happen. Jassi came late and we had dinner, a round of **** and went off to sleep. Suddenly at around two in the night, I woke up when I heard some noise at the back door. Again, there was a soft knock at the door and now I was wide-awake. The idea, which had sounded kinky in the morning, struck me like harsh reality. Again, a knock came at the door, louder this time. I was afraid that it will wake up Jassi and our little secret will be out in the open. I was up to give a good shut up this idiot gal knocking at my door in the pitch of the night.

The slowly opened the door and she pulled me out by the hand. I got afraid but she kissed me on my lips and now I was still getting used to these foreign lips pouncing on mine repeatedly. This time she inserted the tongue and licked my underside. I was all relaxed when she suddenly broke up and asked,” mazaa aaya, lesbo gal” before I could respond, she slipped through the door in my room and said,” I knew you will drag you feet back so I had put an alarm of 2’o clock”. With this she closed the door of my room of my face leaving me out in the cold. It annoyed me no limits that I could hardly do anything about the whole situation. I tried to look inside the room through the window at the edge of the balcony and after adjusting my eyes to the darkness inside, I saw Nitu sitting in one corner of the bed and Jassi sleeping with his face away from her. She was smiling at me and I realised that she can clearly see me in the moonlight. Then teasingly, she spread herself on my side of the bed still looking at me. I thought she is just playing the ‘dare’ game and soon will come out of the room. I took a step back looked again at the closed door. Suddenly, my eyes turned towards her room whose door was wide open and I realised I should pull out a chair in the balcony till the time this idiot gal comes back to her senses and opens the door. I slowly went inside her room but as luck would have it my leg struck the chair and Negi shouted in his sleep,” Why don’t you go to sleep, stupid”

Out of fear of being caught, I decided to play the charade; I sat down on the bed waiting for Nitu. After sometime Negi took a turn towards me and said,” baitthi kyon hai baby, lait jaa” I immediately lied down on the bed stiff like a log. I dunno when I dozed off when Negi put an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him in sleep. I heard some faint noises coming from the other room where Nitu is sleeping with my husband. Negi started snuggling closer to my **** in his sleep and I let out a cry of frustration. This woke Negi up and sensing some trouble, he switched on the bed lamp. As soon as he saw me, he jumped to the far side of the bed and looked at me in shock. I was upto my neck by this time and immediately told him the whole story of what happened and where his wife exactly is at that moment. He sat down on the bed in disbelief and held his head in his hands. I said I want to go to my room and end this fiasco right now. He said okay and we went to the balcony. As I was about to knock on the door, he suddenly held my hand as we heard a loud moan coming out of the room. He then pointed towards the window, peeped inside, and kept on looking for 2-3 minutes. I was getting restless so I pushed him gently and peeped inside. What I saw inside shocked me to the bones.

Nitu was totally **** and spread on the poster bed whereas Jassi was between her legs in his most favoured place. I was fixed to the window when I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders and it made me guilty that I am denying this man even of baby touches while my husband is slurping his wife’s ***** like a bowl of oatmeal breakfast. I didn’t move and let his hands remain where they were. He then whispered in my ear that lets go to our room and talk. With this, he turned me with his hands and guided me to his room. He made me sit on the edge of the bed and sat beside me. “I think we have already lost a chance of salvaging the situation”, he said and I started crying. He put an arm around me to console me and pulled me closer to his chest. I wilfully hid my face in his chest and started sobbing. He started rubbing my back to make me feel better. I felt good and honestly, after what I had through out the day, I needed this touch. I lifted my right hand and held his left hand by upper arm. By now, I had stopped sobbing but neither of us had moved. Soon his rubbing on my back became laboured and he was caressing my lower back. Suddenly his hand stopped moving and rested on the gap between my two-piece nightgown. It was not a natural place to rest but the hand was stuck like old clock pendulum in cheap horror movies, which stops at an awkward angle. I now knew what he has in mind but I was willing him to go ahead.

We both remained in the same position for quite some time and then his hand became more relaxed, however very slowly entering my night pyjamas. The pace he was moving was so slow that it would have taken days for it to move where it wanted to move. My face was still buried in his chest and I could hear his heartbeat moving at the speed of running train making all kind of noises. I was glad he cannot hear my heartbeat but that was not going to be the case very soon. Just to give him a positive signal, I arched my back ever so lightly so that his hand can have more way through which it promptly did. It slid easily down my slim and waxed spine and rested at my tailbone. I then lifted my face and saw him in the eyes. Our lips were only an inch away and his nostrils were letting out hot breathe on my sensitive lips. It is one aroma, no perfume in the world has been able to capture till date. The aroma of anticipation, of vulnerability, and of body heats which comes out during such close proximity. I let my face remain in the same place and slowly closed my eyes in the ultimate act of submissiveness. I waited there for him to take charge thereon. For him to prove that he is a man and he knows how to handle women, any women. For him to prove that vulnerability is not always a bad thing. For him to prove that being gentle is only one side of his personality, and he has more to offer than gentleness. I waited there with my lips slightly open and ultimately it happened.

I did not feel any other muscle in his body move but his lips gently landed on mine and remained there for a fraction. I was still waiting for him to initiate things. Then they started moving over my lips, first gently and then with authority. They were the third pair of lips touching mine in a single day and they were equally sensational. Anyone who said,” lemons and oranges can’t be compared” was right. He started sticking out his tongue, still uncertain about it. The wetness his tongue was bringing out was enough for me to take control hereon. I also stuck out my tongue and touched his for the first time. I brought my head slowly up as his hand started sliding further down. Slowly I pushed him on the bed while still in the same position. I was inclining over him giving him more room to explore. I had decided I would not be taken for granted anymore by anyone. If this is what my husband has agreed to, so be it. I was determined to emerge out a winner at least this time. I explored his mouth with my tongue touching each contour all around in his mouth while he started rubbing his fingers over my *****. Then I slid my tongue underneath his tongue, which is my favourite hunting zone in a mouth. He started pushing my pyjamas down to get more excess to my hairless *****.

I do not have to remove his shirt, as he was not wearing one so I also lifted my legs one by one and he peeled off my pyjamas and undies. Then he started roughing me out of my top and as I do not wear bra sleeping, I was totally **** within a flash. He let out his mouth for fresh air so I attacked his ******s. I think he has never been bitten on the ******s so he let out a sigh of pain and pleasure and buried two fingers deep in my *****, which was leaking juices like a broken barrage. He then took out one well-slicked finger from my ***** and entered it in my *******. I squirmed in pain and he started moving his fingers in and out of me to return the pain I was unleashing on his ******s. I then whispered in his ears,” ***** time dear”. He asked me,” what” I smiled in reply and moved ahead over his body so that my ******s were now at his face. He started licking them but I did not let him enjoy there as I moved further ahead. Now he was confused but started licking me all over my flat tummy and bell button. Before he starts settling down, I moved further ahead and climbed his face so that his nose now lay buried in my *****. I again held his face in my hand and repeated,” I told you ***** time means ***** time. So star licking it and return me the favour my husband is doing to your wife” he held my *** with both hands to steady me and started lapping my ****.

Then he said,” how come it’s so salty” I replied from top that your wife didn’t allow me to wash it after my **** session with my husband so the extra saltiness is because of his juices which had dried onto my *****. Now, can you lick me or not. He started licking me without any further question. Slowly I arched backwards and Negi held both my hands behind my back with left hand while he started rubbing both of my small and round boobs with his right hand. I can feel he was getting excited and dangerous with his hands and it may turn out to be painful for me but that is exactly how I wanted it to be. He has started pinching my **** and turning them violently in between his thumb and fore finger as if trying to set frequency of an old radio. The pain he was inflicting was too much to bear and was sending current throughout my body. In between the licks, he was rubbing his stubble onto my inner thighs and on top of my ***** giving me that extra kick I was looking for right now. Then he left my hands and brought his left hand towards my *****. I arched further backwards and rested my hands on top of his thighs while lifting my ***** just a little bit giving him that extra space he was looking for. He inserted one finger in my soaking ***** while still licking at my clitoris. This provided the extra depth of penetration I was looking for.

He started touching me at the top inner walls of the ***** where I believe my g-spot is located. It is the only area as far as I know in my *****, which has a texture similar to that of a tongue. The small buds I feel there rose to the occasion and started shaking me violently. I never realised that now I was shouting on top of my voice. I decided I had enough of one-way pleasure and now I should show him what I am capable of doing. I lifted my body on my knees and looked down. Negi was looking at me gleefully and his face was all smothered in saliva and cum. White stains of cum were visible on his stubble. I smiled back at him and gave him a light slap on his smothered face. Then I lifted my right leg and dismounted him. I said,” Stick out your tongue baby, mama will feed you corn syrup” He opened his face wide and stuck his long tongue out. I came close to his face and licked his stubble clean. I then deposited all I had accumulated on my tongue at his tongue. I was careful not to allow it to turn it into another smooch. Then, I rubbed everything all over his tongue while I inserted my left hand in his boxers. Our tongues were rubbing like two grinding stones, as we were still not turning it into a smooch. Below, I can feel his **** oozing out another drop of pre-cum. While still rubbing tongues together, I collected his pre-cum on my fingertip and brought it near his face.

He was not sure what I was doing but he was sure hungry to eat me off if given a chance. Then I deposited his precum on my tongue and again stuck it out to him. He got my hint and rubbed his tongue over mine while my hand travelled back to his **** slipping all the way from his stomach. He could not take it anymore and hugged me tightly while smooching me all over. After some time I said,” ***** time is not over baby but your mouth seems to be so dry” he said yes, he has never met anything like me. I said,” Okay, so open your mouth again” I cleared my throat and brought spit on my tongue and hovered over him while still looking in his eyes. He went stiff with anticipation and closed his eyes. May be because of ecstasy or may be because of unwillingness to face the situation. I lowered my tongue on his lips and made a nice paste all over his lips and tongue. He still had his eyes closed when I said,” yeah, now you are ready for the next gear” with this, I turned around and crossed over him again. I licked his navel and slid both my hands in his shorts. He opened his eyes to see my ***** again smiling at him with its open lips. I lowered his shorts to unwrap my gift. His **** was normal in size but the pride of being close to such a female was making it stick like a rod. I closed both my hand around it and saw another drop of pre-cum on its tip. I was careful not to lower my ***** on his face, as I wanted him to take his time and collect his thoughts.

Then, I simply licked his pre-cum from the tip and instantly I felt his face burying into my ***** with all force. I bent his **** to a side and took his balls in my mouth one by one. They were quite a mouthful and the trappings of the shorts for so long had made them messy. I snuggled into his curly pubic hairs that were smelling of sweat, cum and piss. May be he had gone to the loo after wearing shorts and as usual some drops always get collected on the **** and in the pubic hairs. My husband has developed a new habit recently that he doesn’t shake his **** after pissing and comes to me and says,” clean it baby” and I lick it clean. Initially I felt awkward but then I have realised that none of the body waste is actually harmful for us. We just have to develop a taste for them. The smell emanating from his genitals was intoxicating and I was savouring and inhaling it as much as possible before I mess around with it. He, in the meanwhile, was licking me vigorously like a calf who keeps giving jerk to a cow’s mammary glands to squeeze as much milk as possible. I then slowly took his **** in my mouth and kept it that way for a moment. I can feel the nerves all over it pulsing in my mouth as if his heart has stopped sending blood anywhere else in his body but concentrating all the flows to the ****. Then, I started circling my tongue all around his **** while it still lays buried deep in my mouth.

His *** started trembling with excitement and he inserted two fingers in my ***** while he started licking my *******. It was a welcome move for me and I took half his **** out of the mouth and with my tongue, I started pressing at the back of his bulbous dickhead where the foreskin remains attaches. My husband once told me that this is the most sensuous part of a **** and it is not without a reason. Negi, who was lying below me until now held me tightly at the hips and took a swift turn like two alligators on heat. In a moment, the tables were turned. Now he was on top of me in the same position. It was better for both of us as he had better command over his thrusts in my mouth and at the same time, his head can move more freely all over my ***** and *******. He then lifted both my legs and I scissored them around his waist. He parted my nether lips with both hands to get better access to my *****. Then he stuck his tongue out started licking me at greater depths of my *****. Suddenly, he lifted his **** out of my mouth and moaned,” aaahhhh”. I whispered,” What happened baby, did I hurt you?” He said,” nooo bachche, I am about to cumm”. I said,” SO?” and then I lifted my head a little to bury his **** back in my mouth. Its bulbous head was touching the back of my throat. I started moving my tongue again around it and Negi got the clue. He lifted his head from my ***** and started thrusting his **** in my mouth. The jerks he was giving started hurting me and I had tears in my eyes but I was determined to give him the best after what he has done for me.

After almost a minute, his body convulsed and his hips went stiff under my palms, his thighs straightened and **** remained where it was, dangerously close to tearing my throat walls. Nothing happened for a few seconds and then his hot cum spurted out and hit me straight in the throat. I can feel the big seed of semen which hit my throat along with the cum, then he spurted out again, and again, and again. He kept on coming for at least ten seconds and then his body relaxed and for the first time, a deep grugrus sigh emanated from his mouth,” aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh” and he let himself loose on my body. His **** was still pulsing and panting inside my mouth making a slush of all the cum it has deposited. It resembled a gladiator who has just killed his enemy and catching his breath. Then I can feel the blood flow receding like water during low tide and the **** went limp and mushy. I was still holding all the cum in my mouth and now I started playing with his limp **** smothering it all the cum it has recently ejected. Negi must be loving what I was doing because he let out one more soft moan and said,” thanks a lot bachche, that was the best one I have had till date and I am sure this one will remain at the top till I am alive”. He then turned side ways and let his **** slip out of my mouth. We had not realised how badly we were sweating even with the fan on.

I then swirled his cum one last time and then gulped it down clean. Negi took a turn, came beside me, and hugged me lightly while looking at my face. Then he put his fingers in my hair and started giving me a soft massage. “I never knew you are so skilled in bed bachche”, he said smiling. “Abhi tumne dekha hi kya hai baby”, I laughed at him and he smiled with me. His right hand was resting on my boobs as he was facing me. I in turn held his slick **** with my right hand. I gave me a kiss on my lips and I opened my mouth to let him taste his own cum. I snuggled close to his ears and said,” tchch tchch tchch what have I done to your Negi junior. Earlier it was looking like a pole and now its looking like a tadpole”. We both laughed at it and he retorted back,” let me catch some fresh air and stir back to life and I will show you what a pole can do to your hole”. I said,” are you threatening me or promising me a good time” “Both”, he replied. We were still snuggling with each other when we heard laugh at the door and were shocked to see Jassi and Nitu entering the door. They were totally ***** and Jassi’s left hand was resting on Nitu’s lower back as he was ushering her in the room.

“chee chee chee, tasting your own cum Negi”, Jassi said teasingly. We all started laughing at the little banter. Nitu said,” seems like you two did more than talking. Let me see what all has remained on the dick” with this she came closer and bend down in front of us. Then she smelled Negi’s **** and cheered,” Hmmm this thing has been beaten to death I believe” and she took Negi’s limpness in her mouth. I was staring at Jassi who had sorry written all over his face. I was in no mood to let him have it this easy so I spread my hand on Negi’s chets and started playing with his chest hairs. Negi, in turn, was having the maximum fun and the attention he was been bestowed upon started showing as his **** started hardening in Nitu mouth. Nitu increased her speed and was bobbing her head furiously over Negi’s ****. Jassi was looking like a puppy that has spilt milk in the kitchen and pleading innocence. Nevertheless, I had different plans for him. I turned my face away from him and gave a bite at Negi’s left ******, which sent such a volt through his spine that all three of us felt the tremors. His **** was now almost fully erect and Nitu spit on it and started with the hand job to make it fully ramrod. Soon, **** of Negi was at its glistening best and saluting Nitu in the face. She was still busy with her hand job when I told her to get up. Nitu stopped what she was doing and looked me in the eyes. Slowly she got up still holding the ****.

I came down from the bed and held her by her arm. Then I guided her towards the door still looking at her. Once we reached the door I gently pushed her out and said,” thanx for making him ready again for me but we still have an unfinished business between us, don’t we Negi?” Negi started nodding like those dancing Buddha dolls we find in the market. I then looked at Jassi and signalled him towards the door. Jassi put his head down and walked towards me and once at the door, he looked at me in the eyes but I was still smiling cheerfully. He didn’t say anything to me and went out. I closed the door without looking at him again. If he is disappointed in me than he had asked for it. I then turned towards Negi who was giving me a confused look however; his **** was still fully erect. May be it was only his **** who got the full picture of what I had in my mind. “So Mr Negi, what about the bad times you were promising me earlier. Now that your **** is fully erect lets see you are capable of using it properly or you just threaten soft and fragile looking females” With this, I went near him and climbed the bed. He was still looking at me when I crossed one leg over him and squatted over his ****. I brought my left hand down and held his **** steady. It started pulsating with anticipation in between my long and thin fingers. Who said one has to put the stethoscope on the chest to read heartbeat; a pulsating and erect **** is equally good a place.

I was enjoying the mesmerised look he had on his face. Then I lowered myself on his **** so that its bulbous head head entered my dripping **** in one smooth motion. He let out a huge sigh and his face became alive again as if he has come out of c***. His expressions were daring me for more and more I provided him. I sat down fully in one swift motion that his **** now laid buried deep in me. His thick pubic hairs were now rubbing against my clitoris and I bent forward and stretched myself fully on him. I then closed my hands around his lower back while he arched himself upward to meet more of me. I held his round bumps in both my hands to guide him and meet me fully in thrusting motion. Then I took my tongue out and started licking him on his chest starting in the middle. Slowly I started licking both his ****** only with help of my tongue while squeezing my **** tight to put extra pressure on his ****, which responded to it with newfound aggression. Once his ******s were wet, I blew cold air on them which made them stiff like coat buttons. I continued this hot and cold treatment on his ******s while lifting his arse with both my hands in unison with every thrust he was making in me. I lifted myself when I got fully satisfied with my ****** job and sat straight on his **** applying extra pressure so that he is not able to move much. I arched backwards and made thrusting action laterally on his ****.

When I move up, his **** is almost out of my ***** while the downward pointing hairs sting into my clitoris giving me extra pleasure. While in the down thrust, his **** lay buried in me to the hilt hitting at my cervix wall. He was now moving his head side ways and moaning loudly. After taking him almost to the point of no return; I suddenly stopped and again bent forward. He was looking at me and pleading with me not to stop what I was doing. I spat in between his ******s and spread it with my cheeks. Then I spat some more on his stomach and lied down on him rubbing the spit between our bodies. I brought my lips at touching distance to his and whispered,” Is it my duty to do all the manly tasks or you will rise to the occasion in near future” He laughed out aloud and said,” you **** teaser *****, let me show you manliness” with this he flung me to a side and rose between my legs. He then pulled one pillow and adjusted it below my hips. Now my ***** was open and looking directly at his ****. My ***** lips started quivering thinking about the time to come. He held both my legs over his legs and spread apart. Then he smiled at me and still looking in my eyes, he spat from the same height. The spit landed right on top of my clitoris. He held his **** with one hand and glistened the area. Then he inserted his **** deep inside me in one swift motion. I let out breathe as it hit me painfully hard at the cervix. He put both his hands on my inner thighs and pushed my legs wide apart.

I was spread like a frog lying on his back while he was pumping in and out of me with amazing furiousness. After mauling my **** for more than five minute, he lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders. He squatted behind me in a position generally village men use for pissing and inserted his **** again. This was giving him more relaxed position and his speed increased as now he just have to concentrate on his piston movements without lifting his own weight. I reached ****** and my boobs hardened in response to the onslaught I was receiving. He pulled both my hands with his hands and lay them flat on the bed while my legs were still on his shoulders. Now he was able to move me closer with his every thrust as he was pulling me towards his **** with the help of my hands. The whole bed started creaking as a result of this highly a****listic display of rough ***. I came again as he straightened himself behind me with his **** still buried in me and my legs still on his shoulders. He placed his hands on bed beside both my boobs and now he was bench-pressing in and out of me. He stopped suddenly and brought his face over mine and commanded,” now open your mouth *****” I was in no position to deliberate upon and neither was I interested. I opened my mouth wide and he spat a mouthful in it.

It was a welcome surprise and I felt his warm spit in my mouth for a fraction before drinking it dry. Jassi always says that spit is the most underrated juice, which is in abundant supply during ***. He gives the logic that spit is the most natural and readily available lubricating material available still people resort to expensive products. He adds that spit is tasteless, slippery, warm and one, which doesn’t have any side effects on our body. I initially used to find it weird but now I agree that he is right and we use spit freely throughout during ***. Therefore, I drank Negi’s spit when he spat again, this time in between my boobs while his piston was still working at the same pace. He then rubbed it on both boobs with his hands and spat some more on my stomach. Then he laid down straight straight on me while I was keeping my legs wide apart in air giving him maximum access to my burning ****. He held me by the shoulders while licking my ear and smooching me, our bodies were slipping against each other on the spit and sweat we both have used for lubricating ourselves. Suddenly, he started less rapidly but forcefully and mumbled in my ear,” I am about to cum bachche” I placed both my hands on his lower back urging him to thrust deeper while I whispered back to him,” don’t worry, I am on pills” I started lifting my hips to meet his thrust when he held me so tightly that I was not even able to breathe properly.

Suddenly I felt his hot jizz hitting me and filling my ****. It was blissful and he jerked again gurgling like a slaughtered goat. His jerks subsided after some time and by then my **** was overflowing with cum. We remained in the same position for some time and his body went loose on me. My legs were tired of being subjected to such exercise and spread on the cool bed sheet. We both kept on panting for some time when he lifted his face over mine. Beads of sweat fell on my forehead and I had started feeling his weight for the first time. I said,” arre jaanwar, kya phool si bachchi ko kuchal ke rahega” and laughed. He apologised, laughed, and fell to my right. His **** coming out of my ***** making ‘pucking’ sound. We remained there when I turned sideways and hugged him. I thanked him for the nice butchering he has given me. We don’t know when we went off to sleep in then same position, hugging each other. May be all the hard work we have done had tired us even to realise that we needed a good sleep.