Group Sex My boss and his wife

[rangeela]

As a young man of eighteen, I had lusted after many neighbourhood Bhabhis and Aunties. I had a crush on one of my lady teachers too. My imagination was fertile. I used to imagine that some of the girls in my college were eager to be fucked by me. But nothing out of the ordinary ever happened. I remained a virgin until my marriage and monogamous after that. The day I turned 30, I said to myself, ‘Drop these stupid thoughts. Middle age has started now, and fantasies will remain fantasies.’ When I look back, I realize that there have been a number of significant moments in the intervening period - getting my degree in software engineering, starting my first job in Bangalore, marrying Saira, moving to U.S.A. to join a company owned by an Indian, Mr. Mukul Mehra, and so on. And now, here I was, Sajid Rana, standing on the threshold of yet another major landmark, becoming a partner in the software company that I have been working for these past five years. Had I but known it then, I was actually standing on the threshold of two life-changing events.

Being instrumental in completing a number of complex projects on time and under budget, I had contributed to the rapid growth of the company that prompted Mr. Mehra, or Mukul as I used to call him according to American culture, to offer me the partnership. And that is why Saira and I were invited to Mukul's house to meet his wife and have dinner with them by way of 'sealing the deal' as it were.

Saira is my idea of the ideal woman; she is smart, intelligent, a bit of a risk-taker (which I am certainly not) and very cute. We had an arranged marriage. She has straight, black hair which reaches down below her shoulders, perky, 34B breasts (my favourite size) and a gorgeous, tight little bottom. Her legs are comparatively long for her 5' 5" height. We are both 33 years old and have been happily married for six years. Tonight she looked particularly attractive in her little black Western dress, black stockings and heels.

I had met Mukul's wife, Madhavi a few times but Saira had not met her before. Mukul is 42, an ambitious, dynamic and driven individual who has been largely responsible for the success of the company and has made a fortune along the way. He is not, to my eyes, particularly handsome, but his charisma and powerful character are undoubtedly attractive to women, if the responses of the girls in the office whenever he steps into the room are anything to go by.

Madhavi is, perhaps, 37 or 38 and very attractive. She is somewhat taller and bigger framed than Saira, maybe 5' 8", with bigger breasts (36C by my estimate) and wider hips, which make her bum bigger than Sarah's, but overall she is perfectly proportioned and her body is in great shape. She has almost jet black hair, a little shorter than Sarah's, dark brown, seductive eyes and a winning smile. Tonight she was wearing white trousers that showed off her bottom to great effect and a floaty white blouse that was as loose as her trousers were tight, but which defined the shape of her shoulders and, most effectively, the swell and extent of her breasts. She looked awesome.

It took a little while to break the ice, especially between the women, but after a few drinks we all began to loosen up and the conversation became easier. When we sat down for dinner, with Saira sitting opposite Mukul and me sitting across from Madhavi, it became apparent that Mukul had cooked the meal; the food was delicious, yet another proficiency to add to Mukul's long list of accomplishments. By the time we had eaten dessert and consumed three bottles of red wine, all of us were on first name terms, and Madhavi had become Madhu to Saira and me as she was to her husband.

We were talking comfortably with one another about a range of topics, each being careful, as this was primarily a social occasion, to avoid the topic of work and my impending partnership. The wine and good company were beginning to take effect and I felt very relaxed indeed, even when Saira and Mukul began flirting outrageously with one another. I'm not sure that Madhu was too happy about this, as she suddenly excused herself and said that she was going to prepare some coffee. As she walked away from the table I couldn't help but stare at her bottom as it swayed with each step. When she returned a few minutes later the conversation continued in more sober vein until, that is, Saira asked what, on the face of it, was a very innocent question.

'So,' she enquired, shifting her gaze from Mukul to Madhu and back again, 'what do you do to unwind from the stress of work and life?'

Mukul looked quickly at Madhu and an impish grin crossed his lips.

'We swing,' Mukul answered without any hesitation.

I imagined a loud, dull thudding noise, which would have been the sound of my jaw dropping and hitting the table. Saira, however, takes revelations like this much more in her stride.

'Oh! Really?' she exclaimed, 'I thought that happened only in porn stories ... and fantasy.'

'It obviously happens in fantasy and stories, but some people do it in real life too, and enjoy it.' Mukul replied.

'Can you tell more?' she exclaimed, 'I mean how is it done and with whom?'

Mukul explained that he and Madhu had formed a group with three other couples who met at parties at one another's house every few weeks in which swinging was a regular feature, although sometimes the participants remained with their spouses but had sex in each other’s presence. He said that because everyone knew each other, the environment was very safe and relaxed. Lately, they had started thinking of introducing some new couple(s) to the group to liven up things.

'Oh God,' Saira exclaimed, 'isn’t that fantastic? Can common people like us do that?' I looked at her aghast; was she serious? The glint in her eyes and smile on her lips told me that she might actually be telling the truth, although it was something that we had never ever discussed between us.

'Really?' Mukul asked looking at Saira with undisguised lust, ‘The other couples in our group are all Americans. Madhu and I yearn to have an Indian couple in the group.’ I began to feel uncomfortable.

'I think it would be such a blast,' Saira responded, 'with the right people of course,' she added, moderating her enthusiasm, but giving Mukul a meaningful smile.

I looked at my wife as if I was seeing her for the first time, and certainly in a new light. I didn't know where this was leading but I hoped that Mukul would be sensible.

'Well,' he said, looking into Saira's eyes. I gazed across at Madhu, trying to gauge her reaction to the latest developments; she was leaning slightly forward in her seat, her chin resting on her clasped hands, looking relaxed and demure, with her eyes focused on Saira. I thought I detected a twinkle in them.

'I take it, especially from Sajid's reaction here, that this is something that you have not discussed. Would I be right?'

Saira nodded silently, as if she had been chastised. 'Then that is what I would advise,' Mukul continued, 'before taking it further. It's a big step and you both have to be entirely comfortable.'

Mukul looked at me and I nodded sheepishly, relieved that he had apparently defused the situation although my stomach somersaulted again as he turned to his wife and added 'But if you decide that this is what you want, Madhu and I would be glad to introduce you to the lifestyle, wouldn't we?'

Madhu looked at Saira and then at me, 'Oh yes,' she replied, a low, honey-richness to her voice, a sensuous, encouraging smile on her lips. 'But for now perhaps we should take our coffees over to the sofas where we can be more comfortable?' she suggested, and I thought I detected a certain ambiguity in the way she spoke.

We took our coffees over to the lounge area where three white leather sofas were arranged in a horseshoe pattern around a smoked glass coffee table, the open side facing a white marble fireplace within which a log fire burned brightly.

By coincidence (or design?), Mukul and Saira ended up sitting next to one another on the sofa directly facing the fireplace and Madhu and I took our seats on the sofa on their right.

To be continued

[rangeela]

I thought that the natural break in our conversation occasioned by our relocation to the lounge area would mean that the most recent topic would finally be set aside, although I have to confess that sensing the proximity of Madhu's body as we sat side by side on the sofa, the prospect of seeing her naked and the possibility of actually coupling with her did pass through my mind and I could feel my body react.

Any attempt to set aside such lascivious thoughts was, however, thwarted by Saira, whose curiosity was clearly piqued and she was eager to know more. She began to quiz our hosts about the mechanics of swinging.

Mukul explained everything that Saira wanted to know. I have to admit that Mukul's narrative was alluring and I was beginning to feel aroused. I imagined that Saira was too; she was asking more intimate questions and sliding closer to Mukul on the sofa as he spoke. Mukul talked of their experiences for quite a while, as the three of us listened and drank more wine (Madhu had replaced coffee with wine).

'It sounds really exciting,' Saira said in a low, husky voice full of emotion and sexiness.

Saira suddenly reached behind her neck with her right hand, scooped her blonde hair together and drew it over her right shoulder. She tilted her head to the right side, and tried to insert her hand inside the dress saying, ‘It seems like an insect bite. It is itching.’ Her soft, creamy neck and, perhaps more importantly, the zip at the top of her dress was now on display. Mukul was quick to help her by replacing her hand by his own. He scratched the back of her shoulder gently, blowing his hot breath on the bare area. Saira sighed in response and swayed her shoulders seductively under his hands. Mukul took this as his invitation.

He bent forward and kissed her exposed neck. I was paralysed; I had no idea how to respond. Saira was clearly dictating the action, so I had no reason to be angry with our hosts for taking advantage of my, slightly drunk, wife. And yet I could not draw my eyes away from the scene that was playing out in front of me, fearful yet anxious to know what would happen next. I did not notice Madhu leaning closer against me, her bosom leaning against my arm and her palm sliding on my thigh until her hand almost touched my dick. She too seemed to be affected by the events as they unfolded before us, as was I.

After a few moments of Mukul kissing and nibbling Saira's neck, I noticed his hands leave her swaying hips and disappear behind her. My heart beat faster and the blood pounded in my ears as I realised that his hands had found their way to the nape of her neck, to the little black tag of the zipper. Involuntarily, I held my breath, but above the noisy throb of my pulse as it beat a quickening rhythm in my head I heard the unmistakable whirr of the zipper of my wife's dress as my boss Mukul drew it slowly down. I strongly felt like stopping Mukul but my desire to intervene was overpowered by the delicate pressure of Madhu’s hand on my semi-erect dick.

Saira still faced me, her eyes unfocused, dreamy, and her dress gradually becoming less form-hugging as the zipper descended. I knew Mukul was getting his first glimpse of Saira's smooth, pale back, the thin black straps of her bra, the hollow of her waist, before the gentle swell of her rump began. Mukul seemed to pause, admiring his handiwork, admiring the first tantalising view of my wife's body as he unwrapped it. With the zipper fully open, he could no doubt see the thin waistband of her thong.

Mukul was kissing her neck again, his hands sliding to her shoulders, inside her dress. Moving his hands slowly over her skin, to the top of her arms and then down, he slipped the dress gradually from her upper body, exposing her breasts in their lacy black bra as Madhu and I looked on. But Madhu was not passive. 'Oh, my', she cooed as her hand squeezed my dick. 'She's gorgeous, isn't she?' I only managed a nod in return as my wife's dress bunched at her waist, prevented from falling further by the swell of her hips. Mukul was kissing Saira's shoulder blades now, long and lovingly as his hands once more went to her hips, this time taking hold of my wife's dress and tugging it over the constraint of her hips and letting it slide down her long legs to puddle at her feet. My eyes darted to the small triangle of material that covered her sex, utterly enthralled. Madhu nibbled my ear and sighed, ‘So cute!’ and grasped my hard flesh lasciviously, moving her hand up and down. My arousal overcame the feeling of jealousy as my wife's thong and sheer black hold-ups with the sexy, lacy tops were exposed by Mukul.

Saira stepped daintily out of her dress. With one final glance towards me, she spun on her three-inch heels and wrapped her arms around Mukul's neck, pressing her delicious breasts into his chest and offering her lips to him. In response, his hands slipped around her slim waist. Still in a state of shock I watched, transfixed, as my boss's hands began to stroke my wife's firm round bottom, virtually naked in her ***** thong panties. I loved my wife's bum and here she was letting another man fondle it. Despite my astonishment and jealousy, I felt my cock stiffen in my trousers, encouraged no doubt by Madhu's nimble fingers that were working deftly on my blossoming bulge.

I tore my eyes away from my wife's bum, where Mukul's hands were getting bolder, squeezing and caressing her soft round cheeks. I gave Madhu a somewhat quizzical look. She really was quite attractive. Her brown eyes were soft and warm and large, quite sensual, and they would have drawn me in even if she didn't have her hand on my lap, teasing my erection through my pants. Her mouth was small and delicate, her lips full, soft and moist. I felt a sudden tingling rush in my groin as her fingers played with my cock and I drowned in her eyes. I leaned in and kissed her. Her mouth immediately opened and my tongue found hers. Her mouth seemed really small inside and my first thought was to wonder how it would feel to have my hard cock in her mouth instead of my tongue.

As we kissed deeply and Madhu sighed as my tongue invaded her mouth, she deftly unzipped me and slid her hand into my trousers, quickly finding the way into my boxers and wrapping her fingers around my erection. A moment of sudden panic assailed me as I thought I might ejaculate on the spot as this gorgeous woman whom I had only met only a few times drew my rigid manhood out into the open and slowly pumped it. I fought for control as she broke off our kiss, dipped her head into my lap and planted a soft wet kiss on the head of my cock. My head rolled back against the sofa, my eyes closed, as Madhu slowly kissed and licked my shaft, and then slowly slid my cock between her lips. What I had imagined a few moments before was confirmed; her hot little mouth was so tight around my hard cock, even though I have an average cock about six inches long (though with tonight's excitement I felt bigger) and my cock filled her mouth. She held firmly to the base of my shaft as her head bobbed steadily in my lap, her tongue teasing me as her mouth slid up and down on my engorged member.

She established a steady, incredible rhythm and I managed to suppress the urgent desire to come there and then. My hand rested on her head, enjoying the feel of her thick, silky hair in my fingers, so much different to Saira's fine, flowing locks. Saira! In the excitement, I had almost forgotten about her. I lifted my head from the back of the sofa, opened my eyes and looked over at my wife.

She was standing, facing Mukul and wrapped in his arms. His hands were scooting up and down her back, from her shoulders to her firm round buttocks and they were still kissing deeply. I was just in time to see his wandering hands rest on the strap of my wife's bra and deftly flick the clasp. His hands moved to her shoulders and drew the straps of her bra down over her arms. Their tight embrace relaxed just long enough for the bra to be extricated from the narrow space between them and tossed onto the floor. I groaned, partly because of the delightful blow job I was receiving from Mukul's wife and partly because I imagined my wife's pert little breasts, with their suckable hard little nipples, digging into Mukul's chest.

Madhu shifted slightly in her seat, probably so that she could watch what her husband was doing to my wife as she sucked me, then increased the speed and intensity of her movements on my cock. I groaned in ecstasy once more and, despite still being in total shock at the situation that had arisen so unexpectedly, I couldn't help wondering what it would feel like if Madhu's sweet mouth was replaced by her pussy.

A soft, sensual moan brought me out of my reverie; a moan that I knew was my wife’s. I looked across towards her. Mukul's firm arms were wrapped around her waist and she was leaning back, arching herself in a supple sinuous curve as Mukul sucked on her left nipple. The sight made my cock twitch and swell in Madhu's mouth and she moaned in pleasurable response. Fighting once more for control over the delicious rush that threatened to spill at any moment, I reached beneath Madhu as she lay across me and cupped her breast through her blouse. It felt much bigger than Saira's, though probably no more than the C cup that I had estimated earlier and I squeezed it, luxuriating in the different feel of a new woman's breast. Madhu moaned in pleasure again and pumped harder on my cock.

Saira's right nipple was now deep in Mukul's mouth as her moans became louder and more continuous. Madhu began to complement her as I rubbed her nipple through her blouse and bra. She must have sensed that I was closer than ever to coming, as she relaxed her grip on my cock and slid me gently out of her mouth. Her head came up level with my own and she smiled, a sexy delicious smile, her lips wet with saliva and my precum. She leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose coquettishly, then pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her trousers before unbuttoning it and removing it, casting it onto the floor. I stared, like a teenager, at her firm, round breasts held in place by a fairly insubstantial white bra. Smiling at me, she reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, drawing it from her shoulders, exposing those wonderful breasts to my gaze, The nipples, already partially erect, jumped to attention in the cooler air of the room. I leaned in and kissed Madhu's throat as my hand found and fondled her breast. She pressed herself into me and I felt the hard pebble of her nipple in my palm. I reached for it and tweaked it between my finger and thumb, gently at first and then a little more roughly noting the effect that it seemed to have on her. 'Oh yes, Sajid' she moaned as I tweaked and pulled, 'That feels so good. Haan, aise hi! Haan..., haan! (Yes, like that! Yes..., yes!)'

It made my cock twitch and ache even more. Madhu reached for me and began gently stroking my hardness once more, keeping me on the brink.

Would Saira never say anything like that? I wondered when my wife moaned louder than previously and shouted out 'Oh maa! Chooso, ... aur zor se! (Oh mom! Suck, harder!)' I looked across curiously as the cry was clearly one of pleasure. Mukul was still suckling deeply on my wife's breasts, rapidly alternating from one hard, aching nipple to the other. But he took the outburst as a signal to ease up; he released her tit from his mouth and pulled her up into a more comfortable standing position, cradling her in his arms and kissing her deeply.

Strangely, I was beginning to relax, in one sense anyway, knowing that my wife was in good hands and was clearly enjoying herself. I was too, with Madhu's tits in my hands, fondling and caressing, making her moan and, apparently, wet. I was getting very turned on, even more so, to my surprise, when I watched, as if from outer space, as Mukul hooked his fingers into the waistband of my wife's thong and slowly peeled it down over her round bum cheeks and then down her thighs. I watched, hypnotized, viewing from an entirely new angle as my gorgeous wife's thong caught between her cheeks and thighs and reluctantly came down. Mukul sank to his knees as he pulled the flimsy garment down Saira's legs, over her calves, and I knew that his face must be close to her mound, where he would get his first sight of the delicate dark hairs that formed a little landing strip above her slit, the rest waxed and smooth. As I fondled Madhu's glorious breasts I envied Mukul his current view of my wife's sex, particularly when she lifted one leg, then the other to allow him to remove the thong completely. Still kneeling, Mukul ran his hands up her legs, his fingers running up the backs of her thighs, until he was cupping her bum cheeks. I watched the delicate flesh of Saira's bottom dimple as his fingers pressed into her, drawing her towards him until, oh my good God, his face must be pressed against my wife's mound, his tongue no doubt tasting her for the first time.

This was almost too much to bear; I was on the point of getting up and dragging my wife away from her new lover, an anxiety that Madhu seemed to sense for she grabbed my cock more firmly and began pumping me more quickly and insistently, leaning in and whispering into my ear how lovely my cock felt and how wet she was getting, watching her husband play with my wife. 'Help me out of these trousers,' she requested, standing up and turning her back to me. I watched as Saira moved her legs slightly further apart, no doubt to allow Mukul better access to her nether regions, but I could not help but be distracted by the rear end that was now close to my face. Madhu's bum was slightly fuller than Saira's, but not what you would call big. Her trousers were beautifully tailored, hugging her behind and then flaring from the hips downwards to wide flowing fullness at the ankle. They showed off her bum to great effect.

To be continued

[rangeela]

I was torn between two conflicting desires. One part of me wanted to save Saira from Mukul but another wanted to taste Madhu’s tempting buttocks. The decision was taken out of my hands when Madhu pointed impatiently to the zip and button at the side. With trembling fingers I popped the button open and pulled down the zip. Sensing my nervousness, Madhu wriggled out of her trousers and stepped out of them. She wore a pair of plain white cotton panties, not a thong, but cut so that they would not show beneath tight trousers. She looked alluring.

She turned slowly towards me, her crotch close to my face. A dark wet patch showed at the front of her panties and a slight musky aroma assailed my nostrils. Oh God! I wanted to fuck her. I didn't know how far this evening was going to go, it had been impromptu after all, and my wife had instigated events anyway, so there was no telling how far she was prepared to go, though no doubt that Mukul was hoping that he would very shortly be fucking my wife, but for my part, no matter how reluctantly I had got into this, my cock was now ruling my head and what my cock wanted more than anything right now was to plunge balls deep into the cunt of my boss's wife.

I leaned forward and pressed my nose to Madhu's panties. She responded by placing her hand momentarily on my head and pulling me to her. She released me and as I watched she quickly pulled her panties down and stepped out of them, casting them aside. As she stood again I marveled at the sight of her; she sported a fine bush of dark brown hair, neatly trimmed, quite short, and her pussy lips, glistening with moisture, were perfectly designed, matching the rest of her frame. She lifted one leg, placing it on the seat next to me, her knee by the side of my head and her soft, warm thigh providing a signpost, leading towards that heavenly slit that now offered itself, open and moist to my gaze. Her hands were quickly on my head again, drawing me in. She didn't have to use much persuasion; I eagerly slid onto my knees on the floor and buried my head in her snatch, running my tongue the length of her wet lips. She moaned and grabbed my hair as my tongue delved between her outer lips, exploring her inner folds and creases, teasing her clit. She tasted delicious, slightly different to Saira, which added to the excitement. I feasted on her lips; running my tongue the length of her slit, teasing her clit, then back to probe at the entrance to her pussy. I was enjoying myself so much that it came as a bit of a surprise when Madhu's body suddenly tensed and a gush of cum coated my mouth and chin. I eagerly drank what I could, licking her as clean as possible. She had grabbed my head hard with both hands for support as she rode out her climax and it was something of a relief when she finally relaxed her grip and came down from her high. She pulled me to my feet and pushed her body against me. I wrapped my arms around her. 'That was lovely,' she smiled up at me and I kissed her deeply once more, enfolding her naked body in my arms.

After what seemed like an age, we broke our kiss and she stepped back, looking me up and down. 'Time to get you naked,' she said and proceeded to undress me, my eyes all the time taking in her cute form, the proportions of her breasts, the tightness of her waist, the swell of her hips, the dark, trimmed bush.

When I was naked we embraced once more and kissed. After another long, deep kiss she pulled away, ever so slightly, so that she could look into my eyes. 'Don’t you want to fuck me,' she pleaded, 'my dear Sajid?'

Here I was, stark naked in the living room of my boss's home, staring at his equally naked wife who had just come on my tongue and who now wanted to know if I would fuck her. I was dumbfounded, even though the little devil that was my cock was shouting in my head to take her up on her offer.

'I... er, I’m not sure...' I hesitated, 'This is so unexpected. I'd love to fuck you, but....' My voice trailed off.

'Saira?' she replied, obviously thinking, quite rightly, that my reluctance was because I didn't know whether my wife would approve or want either of us to go so far. 'I don't think you need worry about Saira, do you?' she went on, with a delicious, impish grin on her face, nodding in the direction of the other sofa.

Distracted by my glorious feasting on Madhu, I had not paid much attention to my wife in the last few minutes. I had not heard, or at least noticed, any tell-tale sounds of her coming, so I assumed that Mukul was still eating her, building her up to an orgasm. Now, at Madhu's prompt, I cast a glance in the direction of the other pair. I was shocked.

My wife was naked except for her black stockings. She was kneeling on the sofa, facing towards us, her forearms crossed in front of her and resting on the arm of the sofa. Mukul was naked as well and there was no doubt that he was aroused; he was bigger than me, may be 8 inches. He was kneeling behind Saira, between her open legs. I felt Madhu curl against me, her hand sliding over my stomach and taking hold of my cock, stroking gently. My boss was running his hands adoringly over the upturned cheeks of my wife's bottom. One of his hands disappeared between Saira's legs and her sighs suggested that he was fondling her clit. His other hand disappeared, no doubt, to direct his cock towards its target.

Madhu's stroking of my cock kept the excitement level up and the anxiety level down as my eyes were drawn to Saira's face. She gazed at me dreamily and smiled, a smile that almost immediately disappeared as her eyes fluttered, her mouth dropped open and a long sigh of pleasure escaped from her throat. At that moment I knew that my boss had penetrated my wife, pushing his eight-incher deep into her pussy. Emotions of various sorts raced through me, but the hormones were pumping and there was a strange urge coursing through my body, driven by the intoxicating sight of my boss fucking my lovely wife. It was an urge that could readily be satisfied, by plunging my eager cock into the tight wet pussy of his wife.

'You are right,' I said at last, 'I don't think Saira will mind. Shall I ...?' I smiled at Madhu, turning my attention back to her. Madhu smiled back then placed her finger to her lips in mock contemplation for a second before taking me by the arms and rearranging our positions. She lay down on the sofa, with her head at the end closest to where Saira was leaning on the arm of the other couch. She smiled wickedly up at me, draping one leg up onto the back of the sofa, spreading her pussy. I gazed at her for a moment like an uncertain adolescent, and then climbed onto the sofa between her legs. I smiled down at her, realizing that she had positioned herself in such a way that I could watch her husband fucking my wife and Saira could watch me take my boss's wife if she so chose.

I leaned over Madhu, easing into position. 'You are a naughty girl,' I teased her, letting her know that I had understood her plan.

'You've no room to complain. You're about to fuck the wife of your boss, which is pretty naughty.'

With that she reached for my neck, wrapping her arms around me, and drew me down. I took my throbbing, aching cock in my hand and teased her swollen pink lips with the tip, rubbing precum over her already wet labia. She moaned and moved her position slightly, edging her body towards me and I felt the tip of my cock ease gently into her. I pushed my hips forward and, as I kissed her delicious mouth once more, slid my entire length slowly into her hot welcoming cunt. God, she was tight, every bit as tight as I'd imagined. Her soft, moist walls gripped me and rippled against my ever-swelling cock as it slid into her as far as it could. I paused at the point of maximum penetration just to enjoy the sensations of this new pussy wrapped tightly around my cock.

'Welcome, my new lover,' Madhu teased as she contracted her vaginal muscles, enhancing the tightness and giving me an incredible feeling. I reciprocated; contracting my pelvic muscles, then slowly withdrew my cock almost, but not quite, from her tight embrace, before filling her once more. She groaned as she welcomed me back into her depths and started playing with her tits. I pulled back and thrust once more, reveling each time in the softness, wetness and tightness of this woman's gorgeous pussy. Finally adjusting to the size and feel of her I established a steady rhythm, not too fast, not too slow, fucking her deeply with each forward thrust of my hips as she lifted her butt off the sofa to meet me and continued to massage her own breasts. Madhu wrapped her legs around me as I continued to pound her tight hole, moaning and sighing with pleasure, occasionally urging me to fuck her harder. I was more than willing to oblige, but not just yet, I wanted to build her up slowly to a powerful climax.

I looked across to see how Saira was getting on. She was still on her knees with my boss plundering her delightful pussy doggy style, her head buried in the arm of the sofa, her hair cascading over the sides like a golden waterfall. She was making loud animal noises as Mukul fucked her, his pace faster and deeper than it had been before, Saira's body rocking back and forth with each thrust. I kept watching as I ploughed again and again into Madhu, who was evidently studying me as she was suddenly whispering in my ear, 'How do they describe such a scene back home in India? Tum apne boss kee beewi ko chod rahe ho aur tumhara boss tumhari beewi ko chod raha hai. ... Yahi kahte hain? (You are fucking your boss’s wife and your boss is fucking your wife. ...Is that what they say?)'

I was shocked to hear her words. Of course, I used such language with my friends in India but not with my wife. And here, my boss’s sophisticated wife was using such language with me. On second thought, her words had taken my arousal to a new level. I decided to reciprocate and whispered, ‘Is that the reason you wanted to swing with an Indian couple? Taki tumhe ek Hindustani lund mil jaaye aur boss ko Hindustani choot? (So that you can get an Indian cock and the boss gets an Indian cunt?)”

'You are right' She whispered again, 'Ab apne boss ko dikha do ki tum chodne me kisi se kam nahin ho! (Now show to your boss that you are second to none in fucking!)'

I whispered in her ear, ‘Lekin mera lund boss jitna bada nahin hai! (But my dick isn’t as big as the boss’s!’

'To kya hua? (So what?)' She whispered back, 'Tumhe bas lund ko theek tarah se istemaal karna aana chaahiye! (You only need to use your dick properly!)'

My mind swirled and my head throbbed in sensory overload. Oh fuck, the mere thought of Mukul fucking my wife had aroused me, and the fact that I was shagging his wife was a turn on beyond belief, and not just because she was a hot little minx herself but because she was Mukul's wife. I spoke to myself silently, ‘Bossni, aaj to tujhe jam kar chodoonga. (Madam boss, today I am going to bang you hard.)’

Madhu read my thoughts and whispered in my ear, ‘Chodo Sajid, kas ke chodo ... jaise tumhara boss tumhari pyari beewi ko chod raha hai. (Fuck me Sajid, fuck me hard ... the way your boss is fucking your dear wife.)’

I accepted her suggestion and began to slam my rigid cock into her tight pussy. My balls were banging against her butt with each thrust, my thighs slapping against hers. She pulled me in with her heels against my bum and arched her back under me, grinding our pelvic bones together at each point of maximum penetration. I felt my balls tighten. I fought once more for control.

To be continued

[rangeela]

Saira was bucking wildly now, thrusting herself back on Mukul's cock as he slammed her from behind. She was wailing, moaning, building to a crescendo. Mukul gripped her fiercely by the hips as he plunged into her repeatedly, his face an ecstatic grimace. Neither he nor Saira would last too much longer.

'Oh yes, yes, yes,' Saira screamed and I knew she was cumming, although she was never quite so vocal when I fucked her. 'Oh yes, I'm cumming!' she wailed and screamed unintelligibly as she orgasmed. She continued to spasm as Mukul plunged into her again and again. I matched my rhythm to his, my cock sliding happily in and out of his wife.

I watched transfixed as Mukul's fingers dug deeper into the flesh of Saira's hips and his eyes screwed tight, his face contorted in pleasure. His groan started somewhere in the depths of his belly and grew in volume as it rose through his torso, eventually bursting forth from his open mouth. In the same moment, he plunged as deeply as he could into my wife's little cunt and held himself there. Saira looked into my eyes as Mukul came in her pussy.

'Aaah,' was all that Mukul could manage as he jerked and twitched and I could imagine his seed spurting into my wife. 'Ye lo...! (Take it...!) Aaah!'

After hearing the orgasmic sounds from the other couple, Madhu looked at me with pleading eyes but I continued to ram my cock into her now tiring pussy. 'Aur kitni der chodoge? Ab to bas karo..., (How much longer will you fuck me? Stop now...,)' she murmured into my ear, 'Nikaal do apna pani... meri choot me. (Shoot your juices... in my cunt.)' She clenched her pussy muscles by way of punctuation and thrust her hips up to me. I plunged back in response grinding my pelvis down on her mound. She threw her head back in wild abandon and came, groaning loudly. Her pussy spasmed around my throbbing cock, sending me over the top. I shot spurt after spurt of hot cum into her pussy. After shooting the last drop, I collapsed on her and she clasped me in her arms.

An awkward silence filled the room as we recovered from our orgasms. I felt my cock go limp and slip reluctantly out of Madhu's sweet pussy. As I eased myself up self-consciously I felt rather sad that this experience was over so soon. Madhu gathered herself together, smiling at me, and sat up.

Mukul leaned back against the cushions on the sofa, his limp cock hanging between his thighs, an arm draped around my wife's shoulders. She had a rather sheepish look on her face though she could not conceal her contentment.

My boss was the first to break the silence. 'Well, I have no hesitation in saying that none of the American women in our group can match Saira' He waited a few seconds and then continued. ‘What do you say, Madhu?' he asked, trailing a finger tip down Sarah's naked spine.

'Of course, Sajid is better than all the American men I have experienced so far,' Madhu replied. Her words sent my self-esteem sky high. She continued, ‘I hope Saira and Sajid don’t regret it.’

Saira looked nervously at me. She asked me guiltily, 'Are you angry with me?' She waited anxiously for my reply.

Everyone was looking at me. They all seemed to be eager to hear my reply. After waiting a few seconds, I said, 'No man can be angry if he gets the chance to fuck his boss’s wife ... but it shouldn’t be just once!'

'I'm sorry to disappoint you, Sajid,' Mukul replied, 'But you can’t fuck ...'

Before he could finish, Madhu interjected, 'Why, dear? Why can’t he? He is so good and you too like Saira.'

'Madhu darling, I will certainly like to enjoy Saira again,' Mukul replied, 'but when we meet next time, I will not be Sajid’s boss. If he would like to fuck his partner’s wife, he is most welcome.'

The End

[Asit.sexy]

story...

[rangeela]

story...

Thank you.

[bewakoof]

Another excellent story.

[rangeela]

Another excellent story.

Thank you.

[president]

Great story.

[rajbr1981]

story is fantastic