Wife He wanted to fuck my wife

[rangeela]

I was pleasantly surprised when my wife Vineeta told me that she and two of her female friends had organised an out-of-town trip for the three couples. In our family, such responsibilities generally rested on me. Her friends were Neha and Sunita. I had met them a few times as they were office colleagues of Vineeta. Neha is a beautiful woman of 25 years with a slim voluptuous figure. Sunita, 30, is rather buxom but is very curvaceous and attractive. Vineeta, my wife, is above average in looks and figure.

I had not met the husbands of Neha and Sunita before. Naresh is Neha's husband, a good looking man. Sunita's husband Subhash is somewhat portly. We all met on the appointed day, and left together. Our stay was booked in a resort located well outside the city. We reached the resort in the evening. After checking in and a quick wash, we reached the disco-like dining hall. Cocktails were ordered. Vineeta and her friends got engrossed in chatting soon. They also included me and the other two guys in the conversation. Instead of enjoying the holiday, I was feeling a little uncomfortable. The reason was Naresh. He was paying much more attention to my wife than to the other two ladies. In fact, he was fawning on her and she seemed to welcome his overtures. While talking, his hand would sometimes stray on her thigh. Since she didn’t seem to mind, I ignored it. In fact, I was hoping that I could do the same with Neha but couldn’t muster the courage.

When Naresh asked Vineeta for a dance, she accepted eagerly. He took her to the floor. Very soon, he was dancing with her body pulled very close to his. When a slow number came, he took her to the far side of the hall behind the wall of couples swaying to the music. They were outside the field of my vision. I felt more uncomfortable now. My feelings would have been assuaged if his wife was in my arms on the floor. But I had didn’t have the courage to take initiative. I had left the decision to her.

Sometime later, I went to a rest room. When I was in a closet, I heard a familiar voice. Naresh was telling someone, "Vineeta is one hot piece of tail. I wish l could screw her tonight."

It was the voice of Subhash that I heard next, "Who wouldn’t want that? But she's married and her husband is around!"

Naresh chuckled, "Is there a rule that you can't fuck someone’s wife in this resort? And her husband seems to be a sissy!"

“Okay, there is no such rule but what makes you think she is willing to be fucked by you,” Subhash asked.

“If she is not willing, I will make her willing. … If only I could have her alone for some time!” Naresh boasted.

"So, you think you are a Casanova?" Subhash asked.

“Who else?” Naresh bragged again. “If you give me some time alone with your wife, I can make her want to be fucked by me too.”

“Hey! Leave my wife out of it,” Subhash blurted out. “But I can keep Vineeta’s husband away from her on one condition.”

“Condition! What is the condition?” Naresh enquired.

“The condition is that after you have fucked her, you will allow me to screw her as well,” Subhash leered.

“Done my friend, you are on.” Naresh sounded happy.

I was shocked by their brazenness. The scoundrels were talking about fucking MY wife! I thought that if I had the opportunity to fuck their wives, I wouldn’t have spared them. But there was no chance of such an opportunity coming my way. I had to get my wife out of here. I had a suspicion that Naresh, with his chocolatey looks and charming demeanor, might actually pull off what he had boasted about.

When I went back to our table, I tried to pull Vineeta away from the group. She chided me, "Don't be a spoilsport, Vijay. The night is young and I'm enjoying myself. Go and take a walk on the lawn. The fresh air will do you good."

I couldn't tell Vineeta what I had heard in the rest room; the last thing I wanted to do was to create a scene, with so many people around. I needed time to think. I decided to go to our room and think about my next course of action.

I ordered a large peg of Chivas Regal from room service to muster some courage. As the Scotch produced its effect on me, I became certain that nothing would happen. If that self-proclaimed Casanova tried his seduction routine on Vineeta, she would slap him in the face. I remembered that I had talked to her often about swinging but she had never encouraged me. She had a boyfriend before our marriage, and had given her virginity to him. But after our marriage, it was a different story. She was totally faithful to me, though I would have preferred some variety. Sometimes I envied her pre-marital coital experience which, despite trying, I couldn’t manage to get. My fantasy of swinging probably originated from the inequality in our sexual experience but it remained just that, a fantasy.

I took my drink to the balcony on the rear side of the room and sat down, looking at the stars in the sky. I was hoping that Neha and Sunita would not leave my wife alone. I decided to wait half an hour before re-joining the group. I had a good buzz going. When I was about to get up, I heard voices outside the room. One was my wife’s and the other, a man's voice. I became alert, but for some unknown reason, decided to remain hidden in the balcony.

I closed the balcony door leaving the curtain slightly open so that I could peek inside the room. Just then the door opened. Vineeta came in followed by Naresh.

"He's not here," she said. "Thanks for coming with me to look for him. It is so nice of you."

"I am always happy to help a lady as charming as you," it was the flattering voice of Naresh.

"Come on! I am nothing as compared to Neha!" she showed her modesty.

“Neha used to be charming until some years ago,” Naresh continued his flattery. “But her charm has withered while you look as ravishing as ever.”

“Now, it’s you who is trying to charm me!” Vineeta replied coyly. She went to the dressing table and stood in front of the mirror. To my surprise, I saw Naresh lock the door.

Vineeta, looking in the mirror, applied lipstick on her lips. She turned to face Naresh. He was standing very close. With a cunning smile on his face, he said, "But I don’t seem to be having much success."

"Have you forgotten about what you did in the elevator?" she asked and patted him playfully.

"Oh, thank you for not turning me down," he said. "Let me do it again please."

Naresh clasped my wife in his arms and placed his eager mouth on her lips. She opened her luscious lips. She began to respond to his kiss, it was only a slight return of pressure, but it was enough of a positive sign for Naresh to move on. Kissing her more forcefully, he opened his mouth a little and although I could not see it, I somehow knew that he was pressing his tongue to my wife's lips in a demand for entry. When Vineeta's jaw moved, I knew that she had given admission to his insistent tongue. I don't know what my wife was feeling, but a tingle of excitement ran through me at this first sign of her submission. That excitement grew when I saw Naresh put his hand over Vineeta's shoulder. And with slow stroking motions, he slid it down onto her breast which he gently began to rub and squeeze through her clothing.

I could hear Vineeta's breathing quicken under Naresh's attentions. He started to pinch her nipple through the thin material of her dress which made her breathing noticeably heavier. My mouth went dry when I heard the sound of sudden intake of breath from Vineeta as Naresh moved his hand onto her thighs, his fingers pressing into the material over her pussy to rub gently at her mound. My eyes flickered as I watched Naresh's actions on my wife. Her eyes were closed as they kissed. His hand squeezed and teased her breast and nipple. Soon, his hand travelled to her groin to rub at her pussy.

Without breaking the kiss, Naresh pulled Vineeta to the sofa nearby and both of them sat on it close to each other. Naresh placed his hand on her crotch again. I heard Vineeta give a gasp and her legs, which up to that point had been firmly together, began to slowly open giving Naresh more freedom to play with her pussy. The point came where my wife was sitting with her legs spread wide while Naresh rubbed at her through her clothes using his whole hand. I watched with fascination as his actions made her breathing quicker and louder. Naresh slid his hand under her clothes between her willing thighs.

Vineeta’s face radiated passion and desire as Naresh slid his hand all the way up to her crotch. He certainly was a fast worker.

"Lift up," he said.

Vineeta did. I could clearly see her panties now, and so could Naresh. I watched as my wife closed her eyes and Naresh cupped her pussy with his hand. She moaned loudly as I saw Naresh's arm moving to and fro. I imagined he had his fingers inside her pussy, and was fingering her. He pressed his lips again to Vineeta’s mouth and began to kiss her passionately. Vineeta seemed to be completely under his spell. When he thought that he had her fully under his control, he pulled away from her. He unwrapped her sari and took off her blouse and bra. Vineeta was co-operating in getting herself disrobed. As her bare breasts came into view, Naresh began drooling with lust. His fingers pulled and twisted her nipples sending tremors through her body.

"We should go Naresh, the others would miss us," Vineeta whispered but her words lacked conviction.

"Don’t worry, darling. Subhash will keep everyone busy." Naresh took possession of her breasts, one with his mouth and the other with his hand. Vineeta seemed to be lost in pleasure. The way she was sighing and purring was enough to convince me that Naresh’s boast was not false.

After taking Vineeta to the height of desire, Naresh unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. With one swift motion, he got rid of his pants and shorts. His penis was fully erect. Vineeta was oblivious to all this as her eyes were closed. Naresh pushed Vineeta’s petticoat up to her waist and began to slide her panties down her thighs. "Take them off," he said and she obediently removed them to expose her wet pussy to him.

The sight of my wife’s bare boobs and bare pussy made me hot and horny. I disrobed and started stroking myself gently.

Naresh's hand returned to Vineeta’s pussy, his fingers immediately slipping inside her, making her moan loudly. Vineeta spread her legs wider to give her lover better access to her cunt.

"I'm going to fuck you," Naresh spoke in a commanding voice. His fingers were busy in their mission. "I'm going to fuck you and cum inside you!"

Vineeta didn’t protest. Naresh made her stand up and turn around. She was facing the sofa now. He asked her put her hands on the back-rest of sofa and bend down. I immediately understood that the bastard wanted to fuck my wife doggie style. It was my favourite position too and Vineeta loved it. Naresh came behind her. Neither of them could see me enter the room as they were facing away from me! He upturned her petticoat exposing her buttocks.

Naresh adjusted his position behind Vineeta and moistened his cock with saliva. It was average in length and thickness. He positioned it at the entrance of Vineeta's waiting cunt and bent over her. … I was right behind him. All I had to do now was to grab his hair and pull him back. He would have landed on his back on the floor. But my rampant cock was forcing me to stick to my original decision! In a split second, I decided to obey my cock and took my position. I caught Naresh by his waist and pulled him towards me. He grunted with pain when the head of my cock forced its way inside his ass-hole. At the same time, his cock lost contact with Vineeta’s pussy. She asked with concern, “What happened?”

“I am being sodomised!” Naresh whined. I gave him another forceful pull and my cock made more progress. As he sighed again, Vineeta managed to wriggle out of her position. Her face was a picture of surprise when she looked at Naresh and me.

“VIJAY!” she exclaimed. “What is … I mean … I am … I am sorry …”

“Oh! Are you sorry because your lover boy is getting fucked by me instead of fucking you?” I asked disdainfully.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” Vineeta protested weakly.

“We will talk about that later,” I ordered. “Now get my mobile phone and film us.”

Naresh began to protest but my wife obeyed me. She stood on our side and began recording. I asked her, “Are you getting a good view of my cock in your lover boy’s ass.”

“He is not my lover boy!” she defended herself. “And if you turn slightly to the left, I will get a better view.”

I did as she asked and pushed forward; the cock advanced by an inch and Naresh groaned again.

“What is it, Naresh?” My wife asked incredulously. “Why are you groaning?”

He mumbled between laboured breaths, “Have you ever taken it up your ass?”

Vineeta answered truthfully, “No, I haven’t. Is he hurting you?”

“He is so thick! And my ass is dry. At least, ask him to use some lubrication.”

“He is right, Vijay,” my wife agreed. “A dry fuck will do no good to either of you.”

I took pity on Naresh and pulled out. I spread his butt cheeks with my hands and spat on his ass-hole. “This should be enough,” I said and re-positioned my cock on his wet ass-hole.

“Please, be gentle,” Naresh pleaded.

TO BE CONTINUED

[rangeela]

“If you loosen up, it will be less painful,” I said like an experienced pro though it was my first shot at ass-fucking. In any case, Naresh relaxed his channel, and the lubrication also helped. In a single minute, I was able to bury my cock into his ass to the hilt, and he took it with relative ease this time. I started fucking him with gentle strokes. I asked Vineeta if there was any problem with the recording. She replied that it was going perfectly. I asked her to take some shots of our faces as well.

Our fucking continued apace and soon I found that I was rather enjoying my first ass-fucking even though the ass belonged to a man.

Still recording, Vineeta commented, “You never told me that you are homosexual!”

“I am not homosexual,” I protested. “I have discovered just now that I am bisexual. And your lover boy has also become bisexual now, if he wasn’t one before.”

"Vijay, get real! He isn’t my lover boy," Vineeta protested.

I was far from impressed. Between somewhat vigorous strokes, I demanded to know, “Then why were you bending down on the sofa, presenting your pussy to him? If my cock hadn’t intervened, his cock would have been inside you!”

Vineeta surprised me with her words, “I was doing it for you.”

This was strange. My wife was ready to be fucked by this man for my sake. I didn’t understand her logic. Meanwhile, the man in question had a tight grip on my cock and I was enjoying the tightness of his ass. My strokes had become powerful. I enquired from my wife, “What would have I gained from this, I mean if he had fucked you?”

“Are you so naïve?” Vineeta asked. “Don’t you remember how many times you have talked about swinging? I didn’t like it in the beginning but gradually I came round to your point of view. I mean … I felt that occasional swinging might be good for us! I was looking forward to this trip to fulfil your fantasy. I had an impression that you fancied Neha. I thought that talking of wife-swapping straight away with Neha and Naresh would not work. Instead if I allowed Naresh to fuck me, he would be obliged to have his wife fucked by you.”

Naresh’s tight ass was now producing waves of pleasure in my cock, waves which arose in my cock and radiated outwards. To heighten the pleasure, I began to ram him forcefully. I had full recollection of what he had said in the men’s room. I recounted everything to Vineeta. I told her that after fucking her, he was going to offer her to his friend Santosh instead of offering his wife to me.

Vineeta was flabbergasted, “Oh my God! Naresh, is that what you were planning to do? … After I had been so good to you! You certainly deserve the pounding you are getting. Vijay, batter him like a ram. Make mincemeat of his ass. And do forgive me for my stupidity!”

“It’s okay,” I said. “Now stop the recording and come here.”

Vineeta switched the mobile off and came to me. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her close. My other hand was on Naresh’s waist, to prevent the target of my attack from slipping away. I put my lips on Vineeta’s mouth. She pushed her tongue into my mouth. It was an altogether new sensation; I mean kissing one person and fucking another. After sometime, Vineeta and I broke apart.

She looked at my crotch and Naresh’s bottom, the place where we were joined; she had a strange look on her face, a very mischievous grin. She put one of her hands on my buttock and said, “How sexy it is looking! I didn’t know that seeing you fuck him would be so exciting! Fuck him good.”

I continued pulling and pushing, feeding more of my cock into the ass. Vineeta started kissing me again. She was kissing my neck, my cheeks and my lips. My excitement had reached new heights, and I was grunting every time I pushed into Naresh’s ass.

"Aaahhhhhh!" I grunted, "It is so fucking tight!" I was moaning with every thrust now, and Vineeta was doing all she could to heighten my pleasure.

My orgasm was close now. I gripped Naresh’s waist tightly. I grunted and groaned as I thrust wildly into his tight ass. Vineeta once again had her arms around me and was tonguing my ear. An animal growl erupted from the depth of my belly as my cock began shooting jizz. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through my body as semen flowed out of my balls through my hard cock into the pulsating cum-receptacle of Naresh.

After emptying my balls, I clung to Vineeta. I kissed her deeply. We stayed locked together for what seemed like an eternity. Ultimately, my cock softened and slipped out. I loosened my hold on Vineeta and she looked with a bemused face at the semen running down the thighs of Naresh. He dashed into the bathroom as soon as he became free.


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Naresh got dressed and looked at us sheepishly as if seeking permission from us to leave. Vineeta did something I would not have expected from her. She walked up to Naresh, kissed him on his cheek and said kindly, “Thank you, Naresh. I hope you would forgive Vijay if he had hurt you in the beginning.”

I watched as Naresh left quietly. I couldn't believe what had happened in the last hour or so. For the first time in my life, I had watched a man almost succeed in fucking my wife. I had not only thwarted his design but had ended up fucking him. Fucking a man, or for that matter anyone besides my wife, was again a first for me. And I had fucked him in full view of my wife, with active encouragement from her.

After Naresh left, we had a shower together. Since it was too late to go downstairs for dinner, I ordered something from the room service. While eating, we reviewed the happenings of the evening. Vineeta expressed her feelings of remorse once again but I brushed her apologies aside. However, she was curious to know why I had asked her to film the buggery. I told her that if Naresh boasted to Subhash again about his Casanova-like abilities, I will show the video to Subhash.

After eating, we retired to bed. My romp with Naresh had left me tired but I was unable to sleep. The incidents of the evening were playing like a film in my mind. And when the last scene came in which I was buggering Naresh, I became aroused again. Vineeta had fallen asleep. I crawled between her legs. I began kissing and licking the insides of her thighs gently, gradually moving higher toward her warm pussy. Since she had only a nightie on, her pussy was bare. I inhaled the rich scent of her womanhood. When my mouth reached the junction of her legs, I nibbled at the puffy and soft outer lips of her pussy.

Vineeta woke up with a start. She looked scared. When she saw me between her thighs, she relaxed and smiled encouragingly. I ran my tongue along her slit, gently probing inside, and licking at her inner lips, while my wife groaned with arousal. I continued probing and exploring the inside of her tunnel with my tongue. Finally, I covered her entire pubic mound with my mouth. I made long licks, starting at the bottom end of her slit, and running along its entire length to her clitoris at the top. Then I lightly sucked on her clit. By now, Vineeta was groaning loudly, rhythmically bucking her hips against the workings of my tongue. I continued licking her pussy until she raised her hips off the bed and cried out in orgasm. I kept licking her through and after her climax, until she reached down and pushed my head away. My face was wet with her juices.

"Oh dear, fuck me now," Vineeta gasped, pulling me on top of herself. She adjusted my cock against her pussy. Before I knew, the head of my cock pushed against her pussy lips, parted them, and slipped inside. She groaned with excitement as I pushed the rest of my cock inside her welcoming pussy. She was well-lubricated from my oral ministrations, and in no time, my cock was buried to the hilt inside her. We started mating slowly and gently. She was rhythmically clenching her cunt-muscles around my shaft. The sensation was bewitching.

Before long, Vineeta's breathing grew ragged. "Oh God," she panted, "Fuck me hard. I'm going to come!" After hearing her entreaty, I began to pound into her with all my might. She was meeting my strokes half-way by raising her pelvis. Her mouth opened in a silent cry as her orgasm slowly built up. Finally, she came with a loud cry, clenching her pussy tightly around my shaft. This was more than enough to send me over the edge. I cried out in ecstasy as my cock exploded inside her, filling her pussy with my cum.

We lay in each other’s arms for a long time afterwards, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow of absolutely ecstatic sex which we had experienced after a long while. Finally, Vineeta broke the silence. "That was incredible!" she exclaimed. "I haven’t come like this in a long, long time! If half-swinging can charge you up like this, what will full swinging do!"

“Half-swinging?” I asked. “Oh, you mean I was able to fuck that stud but you didn’t get the taste of his sexual prowess!”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” Vineeta replied. “I am wondering if a man’s ass can re-invigorate you so much, what will be the effect of his wife’s pussy on your vigour.”

“His wife’s pussy!” I wondered aloud. “After what I have done to him, why would he offer his wife’s pussy to me? And why would you allow me to partake of her pussy?”

“Let me think about it,” Vineeta said cryptically and went to sleep. But her words drove sleep away from me. I had thought about fucking Neha but it was just a tempting thought and nothing more. When Vineeta had said earlier that she thought I fancied Neha, she hadn’t been off the mark. But I didn’t think it was possible. But if it could happen … image of Neha began to float before my eyes … and it was a very enticing image! I don’t know when I drifted into sleep but images of Neha kept haunting me in my dreams. In one such dream, Neha had me lying naked on the bed and her mouth was clamped around my cock. Her tongue was sliding around the head of my dick. Her lips were moving up and down the length of my cock. Soon she had my dick head touching the back of her throat. She was giving me the best blow job of my life. I was just lying back with my eyes closed and enjoying myself. When she took me the brink of cumming, I pushed her head back and opened my eyes. She asked, “You don’t want to cum yet?”

I was bewildered because it was Vineeta speaking to me. So this was not a dream! It was my wife waking me up by a blow job! I didn’t know what to say. She spoke again, “It’s alright if you want to cum in my pussy!” She straddled me and adjusted her pussy on my cock. She sank down slowly, engulfing my cock in her pussy. The pressure of her cunt muscles around my cock was producing a heavenly sensation. Vineeta spoke again, “This is unbelievable! In less than eight hours, you have fucked Naresh, you have fucked me and you are fucking me again. You are becoming a stud. To complete your transformation, we must carry this swinging forward.”

What I was dreaming throughout the night came back to me. The image of a naked Neha doing things to me was tempting but it couldn’t be true. Between her gentle up and down movements, Vineeta asked me again, “Now, don’t be shy. Do you want to fuck Neha or not?”

I didn’t want to say something that I would regret later. The fate had been kind to me so far but stretching its kindness too much could be dangerous. I said diplomatically, “I want to fuck only you.”

“Of course you can fuck me any time, as you doing now,” Vineeta didn’t want to let up. “But you did enjoy fucking Naresh. Why wouldn’t you want to fuck Neha?”

“I … er… I mean why would you let me?” I spoke cautiously, not denying that I wanted to fuck Neha but throwing the ball back to her.

“Well, I have to admit that watching you fuck Naresh was extremely exciting. You have read about cuckold husbands who enjoy watching their wives fucked. I think I am a cuckold wife. I enjoy watching you fuck others.” Vineeta explained while continuing her fucking movements.

“A cuckold wife!” I exclaimed. “Cuckold is a term reserved for husbands.”

“Okay, I have coined a new term,” she replied. “I am a she-cuckold! And I want to watch you fuck Neha now.”

“Someday, I am going to write a story about a she-cuckold. But why would Neha agree to this?”

“The video, stupid!” Vineeta said. “If that video can keep Naresh silent, it can also persuade his wife to submit to you. Imagine what would she do if I show her this video and tell her that she has two choices. Either she gets fucked by my husband or all our friends will watch her husband getting fucked by my husband!”

Vineeta’s thrusts had become powerful. I was relishing them, and I was relishing the prospect of fucking Neha; but I had my principles. I took the moral high ground, “I don’t want to deny that the idea of fucking Neha is tempting but I can’t fuck anyone by blackmailing her or him.”

By now, Vineeta was gasping and grunting, seeking a release. I held her hips and started thrusting from below. I slipped one hand between her thighs and started rubbing her clitoris. This took her to the brink of orgasm. I was getting close too. Vineeta clamped her internal muscles, milking me. I arched my back, slamming my cock as deep inside her cunt as I could and started shooting my juices inside her. Between her gasps, she said, “I won’t blackmail her.”

TO BE CONTINUED

[thewall81317]

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[thewall81317]

620 + 10 = 630

[rangeela]

620 + 10 = 630

Thank you.

[rangeela]

All of us met in the morning for breakfast. Sunita, Subhash, Neha and Vineeta were their usual self, chatting and laughing, but Naresh and I were quiet. Whenever my gaze fell on Naresh, he would lower his head. Vineeta noticed it too but said nothing. We, the men, had planned a trek in the morning but I opted out of it as I was feeling uncomfortable in the presence of Naresh. The feeling seemed to be mutual as he appeared to be visibly relieved when I said that I was staying back. The ladies went to the spa for some beauty treatment that they had booked.

I went to the pool room but got bored soon. In half an hour, I was back in my room. I tried watching TV but found nothing of interest. I decided just to laze. My thoughts returned to Neha. Though I was glad that I had dissuaded Vineeta from blackmailing her, Neha hadn’t vanished from my thoughts. I was imagining what she would look like when she disrobed. Would she like the room to be darkened when she disrobed in my presence or would she do it with the lights on? My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, I found Vineeta and Neha outside. Neha’s eyes were downcast. Vineeta pushed her into the room past me. I looked at her questioningly. With a broad grin on her face, she said, “Can you imagine what happened when I told Neha about what her husband did to me last evening? She told me that she knew of her husband’s interest in me and that she too has a crush on you. She had broached the idea of swapping to Naresh, I mean swapping with you and me, but he just dilly-dallied. Neha, tell him what you had told me.”

Neha appeared to be gathering courage for some seconds, and then spoke, “It is not easy for me but to clear the air, I was hoping for some progress on the swapping issue during this trip. When Vineeta told me that Naresh unilaterally made his move on her without giving a thought to other two partners, I was incensed. It is lucky for all of us that he was stopped at the last moment.”

I spoke to my wife disapprovingly, “You told her everything! Was it necessary?”

“I don’t know but when I told her about what you did, she didn’t believe me,” Vineeta replied. “So I had to show her the video. She found it incredible! She was so impressed with your size and stamina that I made her an offer.”

“Offer? What kind of offer?” I was puzzled.

“I had told you about my cuckold nature or rather she-cuckold nature!” she replied. “I offered to have her fucked by you provided that I got to watch. Won’t it be great?”

I was of course delighted. I could fulfil my fantasy of fucking Neha. No blackmailing was required. My wife not only approved but had, in fact, engineered it. What more could a man ask for? But for the sake of appearances, I had to show my reluctance. “This is so unexpected! I don’t know how I can thank you two, but to do it behind the back of Naresh …”

Neha cut me short, “Wasn’t he doing it with your wife behind your back? Did he involve you and me? And to tell the truth, if you can fuck my husband without my knowledge, you can fuck me without my husband’s knowledge as well.”

“I am sorry for fucking him without your knowledge,” I apologised. “I was so put off by what he was doing that I decided to punish him on the spur of the moment.”

“He had wronged you and you had every right to punish him,” Neha said. “But he has wronged me as well and I have the right to punish him. Won’t you help me punish him by fucking his wife?”

“Isn’t that logical?” my wife asked. “I will be glad if she avenges herself. My only regret is that she wants to do it privately the first time. Next time onwards, I can watch! Neha, take him to your room.”


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This was unbelievable, I mean, my wife asking her woman friend to take me to her room and get fucked by me! How many men are indulged like this by their wives? I thought that I must be among the lucky few.

"Let's go," Neha said. She took my hand, and we walked away to her room with my wife watching.

As soon as we entered her room, Neha bolted the door and pounced on me. She pushed me against the closed door and started kissing me wantonly. She guided my hand under her T-shirt. I slid my palm over her firm abdomen. Moving my hand up, I felt under the curve of each breast and then around the half-globes. I slowly pushed the shirt and the bra up. The sight of her bare boobs enchanted me. I had dreamed of this sight countless times. For the first time, I had real access to her luscious breasts, not only visual but also manual.

I circled the nipples, being very careful not to touch them, moving close and then darting away. Her breathing quickened as my fingers glided first over one and then the other stiffening bud. Leaving her breasts, I slid my hand down cupping her vulva. Teasing her, I pushed my middle finger into her moist slit. At the same time I leaned over and sucked on the nipple closest to me. After having my fill of one nipple, I moved to the other.

I pulled the shirt over Neha’s head and threw it away. I had to struggle to unfasten her bra. Somehow, I managed to get it off. I was impatient to see her naked now. I unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her legs. I quickly pushed my fingers under the elastic of her panties and jerked them down her legs, leaving her completely naked. I looked hungrily at her captivating beauty. While I was lost in gazing at this heavenly vision, Neha moved swiftly and divested me of my clothes. I regained my senses when I heard her exclaim, “Oh, just like in the video!” She was looking dreamily at my slowly hardening cock.

We moved to the bed. I pulled Neha next to me and clamped my mouth on her lips. She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I could hear her breathing quicken as our tongues duelled. My hand moved from her waist to her bosom and I started to fondle her boobs. I heard the sound of a sudden intake of breath from her as I pinched at her nipple. Her eyes were open as we kissed but they seemed locked to mine as though she was transfixed. My hand continued to squeeze and tease her breasts and nipples.

Neha placed her hand over mine and pushed it down over her belly until it reached the junction of her thighs. I obeyed her silent command and began to tickle her pussy with my fingers. Her legs slowly opened giving me better access to her pussy. I pushed one finger slowly inside her and started fingering her pussy. She let out a deep moan and opened her legs wider. She put her hand on top of mine and moved my fingers into her now very wet pussy. As I fingered her tight cunt, I felt another finger slide in alongside mine. It was hers. Now we were both pumping in and out of her pussy together.

I disentangled my tongue and lips from Neha’s. I pushed her flat on her back and moved my head over her heaving chest. I parted my lips and clamped them over her nipple. I sucked and nibbled at her nipple. I withdrew my hand from her vulva and placed it over her left boob. The combination of my oral and manual assault on her tits raised the excitement of Neha to a new level. Her finger was moving rapidly in and out of her pussy.

After a while, she pulled out her wet finger and whispered in my ear, "I want you to fuck me with your tongue."

I gladly knelt down between her legs which she had spread wide, revealing her smooth and inviting cunt. I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and started to lick her from her cunt to her clit. She started to squirm as I nibbled gently on her clit. Then I drove my tongue into her pulsating slit and started thrusting it in and out in fucking motion. Her hand was on the back of my head pushing it hard into her cunt. "Ohh yeah!" she groaned. "That's it … oh fuck … oh God!" She was thrusting her pelvis at my face and her thighs were squeezing my head.

"Yes … Oh yes … FUCK!" Neha screamed as her body quivered and she exploded into an orgasm. I lapped up her juices as she recovered from her climax.

Neha pulled my head up to hers and kissed me hard, tasting her juices off my face and said, "Thank you. Now it's my turn."

My cock was nearly bursting from arousal. I got up and we changed positions. Now Neha was kneeling between my legs. Her mouth descended on the head of my cock. Teasingly, she twirled her tongue around the sensitive area on the underside. Soon she switched to licking up and down the entire length of the shaft, finally reaching my balls. After licking my balls, she returned to the cock-head and clamped her lips around it. Her mouth gradually sank lower, taking more and more of my cock inside. Soon, I was enjoying her expert blow job. She raised her head and said to me through a naughty grin, "You don't want to finish yet, do you?"

Neha continued to massage my cock with her hand. In reply, I slid my hand over her stomach to her clit only to find her other hand already there. I looked at her and she smiled, "Can we do it together again?"

Both of us had our fingers in her pussy again and she had one hand around my cock. I could feel Neha getting very wet again so I withdrew my finger and pulled her on top of me so that she was straddling my prostrate body. She positioned herself on me, adjusting the tip of my cock against her pussy. She slowly sank down, taking my rock hard cock smoothly inside her receptive pussy. She started to rock back and forth rubbing her clit against my pelvis.

As Neha started gathering speed, I began to thrust my pelvis up to send my cock deep inside her. I could feel my orgasm building up and I could also feel Neha's body tensing in anticipation. Just as I was about to explode, she stopped herself on a downward thrust and pinned me down. In a minute, the sensation passed. When she found me looking at her pleadingly, she said, "You know Naresh has always been after my ass but I could never muster the courage to get my ass fucked. When I saw him getting fucked in the ass, I thought I should try it as well. Would you like to fuck my ass?"

I couldn't believe my luck; first I get to fuck Neha and now she is offering her ass to me! I nodded quickly before she could change her mind.

Neha got off me and assumed the ass-fuck position, kneeling on her elbows and knees. I had a clear view of her puckered hole. It looked very tempting but also very tight. I realised that I could damage it if I wasn’t careful. I applied saliva on it. I put my index finger on the hole and tried to insert it very slowly and very gently after asking Neha to keep the hole relaxed. With her co-operation, I succeeded in inserting my finger to the hilt. Neha told me that she was okay. I rotated the finger clockwise and anti-clockwise for some time. When her ass-hole became a little loose, I spat on it and added another finger. With patience, I was able to insert two fingers inside her ass-hole without causing her much pain. I began to stretch my fingers wider, taking my time. After a few minutes of patience from me and co-operation from her, I made her ass-hole ready to be fucked. Neha also said as much, “It’s enough. I am ready for your cock now.”

It was once-in-a-life-time moment for me. I was thinking that busting the ass cherry of a husband-wife pair must be a rare privilege! I spread Neha’s ass cheeks with my palms and her ass hole with my thumbs. I spat hard on her ass hole so that some saliva reached inside. I put my cock against her hole and gave a gentle thrust. Nothing happened. I tried again but the result was the same. Neha admonished me, “Don’t be so gentle.”

She rested her shoulders and head on the bed and extended her hands backwards, towards her buttocks. She spread her buttocks apart with her hands and said, “Try now and push harder.”

This made my hands free. I used one hand to steady her waist and used the other to keep my cock on its target. I gave a firm push. Neha winced with pain as the head of my cock forced its way past her anal sphincter. On hearing her cry, I said, “Oh, I am sorry. I am taking it out.”

Despite her pain, Neha clenched her sphincter around my cock to prevent it from slipping out and said, “No! Don’t withdraw. … I have heard that the first few seconds are uncomfortable. Let me get used to it.”

I waited for Neha to regain her composure and comfort, and tried to lessen her pain with words of encouragement, “You are much braver than I had imagined! Even Vineeta would baulk if I tried to push it up her ass.”

“What? She hasn’t taken it in her ass!” Neha exclaimed. “But you need not worry. After we are finished, I will persuade her to try it. … And I am okay now. You can re-start.”

After a few firm thrusts, I was fully in … in her ass to the hilt. It was a novel sensation. Her ass was tighter than a pussy but softer than a man’s ass! Neha began to groan as I started pumping in and out of her tight ass-hole. Soon she was pushing back as I thrust forward to get my cock as deep as possible.

"Ooohhh yeah!" Neha grunted. "It’s sooo good! Fuck me hard! Yes, fuck my ass!"

My strokes became powerful. I was going as hard as I could. The sensations her ass was generating in my cock were exquisite. The excitement of fucking a woman in the ass for the first time took me close to cumming.

"I AM CUMMING!" I cried in ecstasy as I thrust deep into her ass-hole.

"YES! I AM CUMMING TOO!" She screamed. "Fill my ass with your cum!! Give it to me!"

I let go and shot my cum deep into her ass, spurt after spurt. I kept going till I was completely drained, and then I collapsed on her, flattening her beneath me.

"Oh my God, it’s unbelievable!" Neha said. “No one told me that ass-fucking could be so bloody good!”

"Even I didn’t know," I agreed. “You were fantastic.”

As soon as we disentangled, the phone started ringing. Neha picked up the receiver. I could hear only our side of the conversation. After the call ended, Neha told me, “Vineeta is waiting for us in your room. She wants us to hurry. You, your dear wife and I are going to have a threesome!”

As we left the room, I was thinking, “Life has never been so good!”


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Our threesomes continued throughout the trip. Neha had told us about her swapping plans and Vineeta wasn’t disinclined. Therefore, I was feeling somewhat guilty that Naresh was being kept out of the party. I raised the subject once but Neha rejected it, “Let him first atone for what he tried behind my back. When his atonement is over, I will think of letting him join us.”

After hearing her words, my feelings of guilt disappeared. Stories apart, the truth is that no man would like to have his wife fucked by other men if it can be avoided, even though he may be lusting after their wives. I have admitted that I wanted to fuck Neha. I would have agreed to have my wife fucked by Naresh if that was the only way to get at his wife. But now the situation was different. His wife was getting fucked by me, front and back, without any condition. As such, it would be stupid of me to offer my wife to Naresh!


THE END

[poorangyan]

Just great.

[sameer28]

Awesome

[rangeela]

Awesome

Thank you very much.