Adultery Delhi Nights by Joe69stone

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Story :- Delhi Nights 

Written by Joe69stone

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Delhi Nights Ch. 01: Match Day 01


Vikram leaned back in the chair and stared appreciatively at his sultry wife splayed naked on the floor. Sonali's brown skin glistened with a sheen of sweat. Her legs were parted just enough to reveal her pussy, now used and wet with cum. From under the loose strands of disheveled black hair, her heavy-lidded eyes shined with sated lust. Her mouth was open as she panted and with each heavy breath, her full breasts rose and fell.


Six of his friends sat around the room. And, all of them had just finished with her. All naked, the men were shifting their glances between Sonali and Vikram, wondering what he would say or do now that it was over. The room was quiet except for the heavy beats of a Bollywood song coming from the television.

As for Vikram, he was thinking back over how this had happened ...

He was always excited for the return of football season for two reasons since it was a chance for his friends to get together on a regular basis, but this year it was even more so. First, his team held a lot of promise after a string of mediocre years. Second, and more importantly, they had just bought a large new flat on the outskirts of Delhi with a side sitting room with a new high definition television. He was glad that Sonali liked sports as much as he did otherwise he probably wouldn't have been able to get away with it.

Football season kicked off with the usual group of friends converging on their home. With the matches broadcast in the evenings, it was perfect for weekly get togethers. The football crew consisted mainly of six of Vikram's friends. Rahul was his closest friend, a classmate from his convent school. He had known Vinod and the brothers, Karan and Sunil, since before college; two, Harinder and Gaurev, he had met a few years ago at work. They all enjoyed football and became fast friends, Harinder and Gaurev quickly integrating into the group. They supported the local Indian league team, but their passions were with the English Premier League. As the season went along, a few others from work would occasionally show up, even bringing their wives, but that rarely lasted.

Vikram knew his friends loved seeing his wife and it wasn't just because she would get involved in the excitement of the match. They liked looking at her. Even aside from sports, Sonali broke a lot of stereotypes. She was fair skinned and taller than the typical Indian woman, standing just over five and a half feet. At 32, she remain fit and vibrant - full, firm breasts, a flat abdomen, and a nice, round ass leading to long, toned legs. Sonali knew she was attractive and regardless of whether she was in a salwar kameez or jeans and t-shirt, she dressed to accentuate her looks. On those rare occasions she wore a sari, she looked like she had stepped out of a Bollywood film. Her body always caught men's attention, and her looks kept it. The flawless lines of her face were enhanced by bright eyes and sensual lips, all framed by her long, raven hair. When she did wear make-up, it was usually only a touch of kohl to accentuate her dark eyes, or some rich color of lipstick. When a formal occasion demanded something more, she was simply breathtaking.

Most men would be jealous at the thought of other men lusting after their wives, but Vikram was aroused by the idea. As far as Vikram knew, he was the only man she had been with, but she was flirtatious with the right company. And, her lasciviousness had its perks. She wasn't shy about parading around the house naked while getting dressed. She was what the old aunties would call "a modern girl." And his friends found his modern girl fun.

And, the best thing - something only known to him until this match day - was that she liked sex. Even craved it. He remembered when the marriage was being arranged, they had connected immediately. He had been pleasantly surprised that Sonali become adventurous as they had spent time getting to know each other before the wedding. As she came to trust him, she had grown from flirtatious looks, to stolen kisses, to moments of hurried hands under clothes. For their honeymoon, they had spent more time in bed than touring Geneva. They had been married for nearly six years now and his friends continually teased him about how lucky he was to have Sonali. Vikram knew it. He was a relatively handsome man, young enough to keep fit, but he knew he probably wouldn't have landed Sonali if not for an arranged marriage.

Most match days, particularly when they knew just the usual guys were coming, were the same. Sonali had the cook prepare some snacks before the old woman was sent home for the day and Vikram would set the nearby table with a couple of bottles of whiskey and some imported beer. There was always some frivolous betting as the match went on. If it happened that the broadcast match involved a derby, it would get a little heavier. Sometimes, the wager would involve some special favor from Sonali, though this was never really fulfilled and became a running joke. His friends wouldn't want to insult their babhi or ruin their friendship. No matter how modern Sonali was, there were still boundaries that could not be crossed.

Or at least they all thought. On this night, though, lines would be crossed and taboos irrevocably broken. What would begin as a playful little wager would change everything. It would be the proverbial pebble in a lake.

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A Wager Made

It was a warm, spring night, close to the end of the season. Everything was set up as usual. Chairs set up alongside the large settee, a table in front laden with samosas, crisps, and curried chicken. Two bottles of blended scotch, ice, soda water, and glasses left little room for anything else. Beneath the table, a large bucket of ice with beer. Vikram and Sonali had forgone their team jerseys for more comfortable clothes. Vikram wore a white linen kurta over jeans. His dark hairy torso was visible under the near transparent linen. Sonali was dressed in a simple, cotton salwar kameez - white top, dark blue salwar. She had tied her hair in a loose ponytail early in the day, but unruly strands were loosely falling around her face now. Vikram smiled - she carried simplicity with sensual grace.


The brothers, Karan and Sunil, were the first to arrive. Though inseparable, few would have guessed they were brothers from appearance. Sunil was tall, dark skinned with a thin frame. He was clean shaven with close cropped hair. In contrast, Karan was short and lithe, with the toned physique of a dancer. Lighter skinned with hazel eyes and a thick head of hair, there was little doubt he was the handsomer of the two. Where Sunil wore a basic t-shirt and jeans, Karan was in running pants and tight-fitting tank top that accentuated his toned muscles. It was typical Karan.

Karan had brought some bottles of imported Tequila. The men usually stuck to the traditional Indian favorite - whiskey - while Sonali would drink some light beer, so the Tequila was a surprise.

"It's my birthday, yaar! Let's have some fun!" Karan said by way of explanation with a broad grin on his face. Vikram and Sonali congratulated him with broad smiles.

While they were getting settled, Rahul arrived. Sonali let in Vikram's oldest friend and gave him a long hug. Standing a little taller than her, he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her in close.

"Good to see you, Babhi."

"I'm so glad you could make it! It's been too long." she replied, giving him a grin. His work had kept him busy and he had missed the last few weekends. Even now, he was dressed in slacks and a shirt, a tie hanging loosely around his neck. He had clearly come straight from work. He was an Inspector in the Delhi security officer and he wore the role well. Rahul was handsome but in a subtler way than the Bollywood looks of Karan. Dark skinned, his face was chiseled with refined features. A handlebar moustache that Sonali had always found sexy, gave him a feral masculinity.

"Go grab yourself a drink and relax, bhai." Sonali gestured him inside. She was about to close the door when Gaurev came down the corridor to the flat. He was chatting with Vinod, apparently both sharing the lift up. Giving her a quick hug in greeting, they went inside.

As with all their friends, Gaurev and Vinod were fit, but Vinod had started to let himself go and he was carrying the beginnings of a paunch. Sonali smiled to herself - marriage was making him soft. Vinod was wearing jeans and a slightly too tight shirt that only drew attention to his belly. Gaurev was taller than his friend. He had his long hair tied in a ponytail. A perpetual afternoon shadow framed his face. As if subconsciously competing with Karan, he wore skinny jeans and a tight-fitting t-shirt that emphasized his frame.

The game was about to start when the last guest arrived - Harinder. A large, powerfully built Sikh, he had a requisite heavy beard. His blue kurta - matching his blue turban - fit snugly against his bearlike frame. His blue jeans gave him an overly color-coded look that made Sonali smile.

Before kick-off, Karan insisted that everyone take a shot of Tequila. Even Sonali, wrinkling her nose, took a shot at his urging. It was followed by a second round. Harinder, the only Punjabi in the group, took a shot as a courtesy, but then reverted to the whiskey. He was a traditionalist.

The match began and everyone took their places. Harinder and Gaurev sat next to each other, in the high-backed chairs across from Vikram and Sonali - the couple shared a small, cozy love seat. The other four crumpled into the large settee in the middle. Never shy about showing affection, she cuddled into her husband, a hand falling to caress his chest over the thin linen of his shirt.

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Karan's team was playing in the evening match and he was quick to turn it into a drinking game - every dispossession, every intercepted pass, every throw-in, every goal called for a drink. Although he was the only one that actually downed a shot every time, the attacking, fast style of both teams meant that everyone was feeling the alcohol as they approached half time.


Sonali rarely drank too much, but when she did, she got flirty. She spent halftime moving among the men, giggling at silly jokes and generally being sweet and desirable. Her kameez was cut low and it was loose enough that it hung slightly open when she bent down to offer a snack or just chat. Vikram caught a couple of his friends casting sideways glances at her cleavage. When she came back to sit down beside him before the start of the second half, he noticed the outline of her nipples against the light material of the kameez - no bra. Apparently, she had been giving them more of a show than he had realized. He smiled to himself.

"Five hundred rupees says Walters gets a goal in the next fifteen," Karan announced as the players took their places on the pitch for the second half.

"Sure!" A couple of the guys accepted. Everyone knew Walters was a third-choice striker, but Karan was clearly a little too drunk to care.

"He's a flat track bully. One thousand says he gives the ball away and we score on the counter," Sonali challenged.

"You're on," Karan grinned. "But when you lose - and you will - instead of the money, you have to sit in my lap for the rest of the match."

"What? No way," she declined. Everyone thought that would be the end of it, as usual, but then Sonali's lips curled into a mischievous grin and her eyes lit up with a wicked sparkle. It was the look she got when she was feeling adventurous.

Vikram felt a reflexive twinge of excitement as she shifted in the seat next to him.

Holding her husband's gaze, Sonali spoke the words that would ultimately send that evening down the rabbit hole.

"Since it's your birthday, I'll play along. But, only until the ball goes out of play," she said, smiling at him.

Suddenly, everyone fell quiet, the only sound the television. The commentators were discussing the lineup and the choice of Walters coming off the bench. Somebody shook ice in a glass.

Sonali continued to hold Vikram's gaze, her questioning expression asking permission and daring him to say "No."

Vikram quickly considered what was happening. Again, it was not unusual for someone to suggest such a trade-off. But this was the first time Sonali had entertained the idea. She didn't seem drunk. He decided there wasn't any harm in a little playful wagering and shrugged his shoulders in deference.

"Be nice to your babhi, yaar." he said, wiggling a finger at Karan. With that, Sonali turned her gaze to Karan while picking up the remote to pause the game before the kick-off could happen.

"Until the next goal," Karan blurted out his enthusiasm getting the better of him

"We're negotiating?" Sonali looked at him and crossed her arms. "Okay, until two stoppages in play."

"Three." Karan responded.

Sonali took a minute to sip at her drink, then gave a sultry little nod of agreement.

"Alright!" Karan clapped, grinning toothily. The others shared glances between each other.

"For a man who just got married, you're pretty excited to have another woman in your lap?" Sonali teased. His expression sobered, clearly chastened. Everyone laughed.

Sonali hit play on the remote. After the referee blew the whistle, the game started with a quick passage of play. The ball moved across the pitch from one midfielder to another and then was shifted to the inside right channel. The fullback moved fast with the ball at his feet before a beautifully lobbed pass to Walters. The striker dropped his shoulder and shifted past a dumbfounded defender. He was on to the open goal. The defender tried to keep up, but even if Walters had horrid finishing, he was fast.

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Walters kept going. Karan yelled at him to shoot. Everyone was sitting on the edge of their seats, watching the game while casting furtive glances at Sonali. She was looking wide-eyed at the television, leaning forward on the edge of the settee, her drink forgotten in her hand.


"Yes!" Karan cheered as Walters struck the ball just inside the 18-yard box. It lofted toward the corner.

A few others echoed his sentiment, but his thrill didn't last. The cheers turned to disappointment when the goalkeeper managed to deflect the ball over the net. Sonali squealed.

"They got a corner. Still time!" Karan sighed hopefully.

"Flat. Track. Bully." Sonali playfully stuck her tongue out at him. With a confident grin, she leaned back into her husband.

The teams set up for the corner. Davison, a Brazilian midfielder, would take the corner. He directed the ball toward the near post. Everyone moved forward on their seats again. Vikram had his eyes on Sonali. The ball seemed to float in the air before coming down. Defenders and attackers shifted in the box. The goalkeeper came forward and managed to punch the ball away. It flew out of the box. An attacker was to it first and he quickly shifted and passed the ball to Walters.

Another chance. Walters slipped past a defender who was too wary to tackle him in the box. He shot. The keeper dove as the ball bulleted toward him. He managed a fingertip on the ball, deflecting it. This time, it wasn't enough. The ball was buried in the back of the net. Goal!

Walters was ambushed by his teammates as Karan grinned toothily, thrusting his arms up in the air. Sonali frowned, her expression mirroring the dejected defenders.

Not knowing what to expect, Vikram was surprised when Sonali rose without hesitation. Handing the remote to Sunil, she strolled suggestively around the table to Karan. She settled into Karan's lap and rested her head on his shoulder. Holding his drink in one hand, Karan wrapped his free arm around her waist, his hand resting on her flank. Vinod and Sunil moved over to give them room, both men grinning. Harinder the whiskey in his hand forgotten, stared at Sonali. Except for Gaurev, all the men were married, but he doubted any of their wives would have been willing to do anything like this and Harinder's was perhaps the shyest of all.

It was strange, seeing his wife in another man's lap. There wasn't any jealous. Instead, something else. Vikram's mind started to drift to other thoughts. Dirtier thoughts. He was getting aroused. He didn't see anything inappropriate happening. The pair simply sat there, sipping their drinks and watching the game. He wasn't sure if Karan was simply being appropriate with his babhi, or unsure of what he might be able to get away with. His hand barely moved on Sonali's leg, merely giving it a few gentle squeezes through her salwar. For her part, his wife just lounged back against Karan, her lips wearing that mischievous smile and her ass shifting on his lap a few times. When the ball finally went out of play and the bet was fulfilled, she gave Karan a quick peck on the cheek, and slid out of his lap.

"I need a drink after that," Karan announced. "Anyone else?"

The others nodded and mumbled words of agreement. After making her way to her husband, Sonali took a long gulp of her beer. She curled up against him in a tighter, more intimate fashion than before. Vikram wrapped his hands around her waist possessively.

"You okay?" She whispered.

"Yes, of course." he answered, his eyes taking in the image of her nipples starting to strain at her kameez.

"You sure?" She pressed.

"Yes, Sonali. I'm fine." he assured her. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

Color rose to her cheeks. She leaned in and kissed him hard. The feel of her breasts pressing against him mixed with the heat of her kiss sent blood pulsing through the veins of his member. Sonali broke their kiss and slid her lips next to his ear so she could whisper even quieter. Vikram knew the others were watching them. They were used to Sonali being affectionate, but he didn't remember if they had ever been so intimate in front of others. It made his cock twitch again.

"He got hard. Like you are." she shifted in his lap, rubbing herself against his hardness.

This explained why she'd shifted around in Karan' lap.

"You're being naughty," he chuckled quietly. She nipped at his earlobe before nestling back into him and returning to the game.

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More Wagers


The match continued. Drinks flowed and more wagers were thrown on the table.


Gaurev was on a winning streak and decided to try his luck with Sonali. As the ball moved past the halfway line, he looked at her and challenged, "Babhi, five hundred says he's going to get a yellow card!"

"Come on! You're crazy, yaar," Harinder immediately responded, shaking his head.

"I'll take your money," Sonali agreed, obviously thinking like everyone else. So far, the referee had been pretty lenient. Gaurev had seen what was about to unfold. He had clearly been focused on the defenders more than the attacking play and, as he had predicted, a bad tackle led to a yellow card being pulled without hesitation. With a rueful shake of her head, Sonali pulled a five hundred rupee note from her fold of bills and gestured to Sunil to pass it across.

"No. No. No," he grinned broadly, brushing away the money. "I want the same deal Karan got."

"Gaurev! We never agreed to that," Sonali grinned, her tone playful.

"Well, ..." Gaurev sputtered, his expression showing he realized his mistake.

Sunil, still holding the remote, paused the game and some of the guys started teasing Gaurev.

"I'm saying it was implied by the previous wager. Right, Karan bhai?" he asserted after a moment, turning to his friend, who merely shrugged. "And ... and ... when someone as lovely as you creates such a ... desirable precedent, it is absolute cruelty to not follow through."

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With a soft little chuckle and shake of her head, Sonali dropped her money on the table and walked over to him. She was closer to Harinder now and gave him a playful wink before turning her attention to Gaurev. As she did, he set his drink on the end table and rested the emptied hand atop her thigh. His other arm wrapped around her so his hand came to rest on her abdomen, just below the swell of her breast. He gently pulled her closer against him, the action unsettling her slightly and causing her legs to part just enough to allow his fingertips to dip a few centimeters between them. Her eyes flashed in surprise.


Again certain thoughts stirred within Vikram.

Once Sonali was in Gaurev's lap, Sunil started the game.

Gaurev proved luckier than Karan and was able to hold onto Sonali longer. An injury to one of the midfielders brought the game to a halt. Throughout, he kept her snuggled against him as she shifted on his lap, her hand resting on his toned pectorals. Vikram couldn't tell if she was finding Gaurev's erection enticing or annoying. Those shifts caused her legs to open a little more, allowing Gaurev's fingers to dip that much further between them. The long hem of her kameez covered Gaurev's hand and Vikram wondered where it had wondered. He doubted Sonali would let him get away with much, but if he knew Gaurev, the man would try.

As the match continued, Sonali agreed to other bets that she would inevitably lose. First, she moved from Gaurev's lap to Vinod's. The game was paused for the transition and all the men watched her give Gaurev a peck on the cheek then draw herself slowly from his lap. She brushed past Harinder and Karan to settle in Vinod's lap. Vinod had been watching his friends - and what they had been able to get away with. He used one hand to pull her fully against him while his other settled on her thigh, fingers dipping between her legs. Again, the long hem of the kameez hid his hand.

The arrangement of the furniture made it so Vikram had a hard time seeing the two of them without making it obvious. Through quick, sidelong glances he watched his wife shift her ass in a third friend's lap. He needed a better view and made an excuse of going to the kitchen to get some water from the refrigerator. On his way back, he paused to watch Vinod and Sonali.

Vinod's hand had slid from her belly to cradle a breast. Apparently, he didn't have the courage to actually fondle the ample mound, his hand frozen in place. Sonali's legs fell open as she shifted in his lap, adjusting to his growing erection. His other hand was able to slip completely between them, resting on her inner thigh. The hem of her kameez had shifted aside and Vikram could see his hand caressing her, shifting closer to her sex. As Vikram walked past them, Sonali seemed to be watching the television with heavily-lidded eyes while Vinod was focused on the woman sitting in his lap.

The betting continued and eventually, Sonali was in Rahul's lap. Like Vinod, Rahul eventually had one hand wrapped around a breast while the other lay between her parted legs, squeezing her inner thigh. Rahul was bolder than the others. While trying not to be blatant, he was softly massaging her breast. Sonali, perhaps because of how comfortable she had always been with Rahul, was leaning into him, her eyes half closed and her lips slightly parted. The rest tried to pay attention to the game, but it was clearly becoming difficult.

Seated again, Vikram started to frantically wonder just how far things might actually go. Until then, he'd only had flashes of ideas, undefined fantasies shared during passionate moments between him and Sonali. But now, he started to consider how the unlikely fantasies were becoming likely realities. It was at that moment, watching Rahul play with his wife's breasts, that he decided he needed to make it happen.

His thoughts were interrupted moments later as Sonali pulled herself from Rahul's lap and made her way over to him. Rahul's erection created an obvious bulge in his slacks. In fact, it was clear all the men had erections. Leering greedily at Sonali as she walked back to her husband, Rahul undid his tie and tossed it onto an end table.

Sonali slid into Vikram's lap without a word. With his arms snuggling her against him, he gazed down on his beautiful wife, taking in her flushed cheeks and shallow breath. Her swollen, erect nipples were prominent against her kameez. As she sat, her legs fell a few inches apart and, as his hand slid between them, he felt a heat radiating from her.

"You've been having fun?" He whispered into her ear.

She responded with a non-committal little shrug.

"You like the attention?"

Pulling back, Sonali stared up into his eyes, a worried expression on her face.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Absolutely," he grinned.

"You sure?"

"Yes, mere jaan. It's all good."

"With everything?"

"You mean with the way they started touching you?"

She nodded, dropping her gaze a little.

"Oh, I think you know how I am," he replied, adjusting so that his throbbing cock left her with no doubt. "You? Are you okay?"

She nodded again, licking her lip, confirming what he already suspected. Her libidinous side was being aroused.

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The Wagers Get Daring

As the game was coming to an end, their attention went back to it. Vikram couldn't stop himself from cradling her breast and rubbing at her inner thigh, his hands gently touching her. Blood continued to pulse to his cock. During the final seconds of the game he used his fingers to tilt her chin up. As he lowered his lips to hers, she drove her tongue into his mouth and turned enough to smash her breasts against his chest. This also shifted her in his lap and he felt his fingers pressing against the crotch of her salwar, the contact making her hips jerk ever so slightly. Her body was burning with need.

She moaned into the kiss. For a moment, they forgot that there were six men watching them.

Someone used the remote to flip to the channel where another game was about to begin. The announcer started talking about the pending game, naming the teams: Liverpool v. Arsenal; though she wasn't a Liverpool supporter, one of her favorite players was on the team. That broke the spell. Vikram mentally cursed whoever had changed the channel.

"Now you're going to see some football," Sonali cheered, breaking the kiss. Liverpool was good, but they had lost two of their best players in the summer transfer window, and another to a ligament injury. Vikram thought her confidence was poorly placed and apparently, so did the others. A plan began to form in his mind, but he would have to play it right. So far, his friends had been fine with the teasing games, but how far would they be willing to take it? She was their babhi. Except for Gaurev, they were all married men.

"Oh really?" Vinod scoffed.

"Yea, from the other team," Sunil chuckled.

"Hey, now! We're going to turn it around this week," she insisted, drawing herself from her husband's lap

"You really think so?" Sunil asked, his voice thick with skepticism.

"Yes, I do," she stated, taking a sip of her beer.

"Well then, let's up the stakes a little," he continued. "I'll bet you a thousand the other team gets a goal first. But, if I win, I get a kiss."

"You're on," she cheered cockily without hesitation. But then, her expression grew confused, her mind working through what she'd just agreed to.

"Wait. What?" She stammered.

"You heard me." Sunil stated.

"Um... uh..." she faltered, glancing over at Vikram. Keeping his expression neutral, he gave her a shrug. His tacit assent drew a mischievous grin to Sonali's lips.

"Okay. Yes!" she nodded. "But they have to get a goal in the first ten minutes of the match."

"Agreed," Sunil grinned. Arsenal had been in form over the last few weeks.

"I say they'll get a goal in the first seven minutes." Vinod chimed in, sharing a look with his friend.

"You're on too!" Sonali laughed.

The game started a couple minutes later with Liverpool getting the kick off. She smiled, but it immediately turned to a frown when the ball was dispossessed and the Arsenal midfielder immediately lobbed a ball forward. The clock said it was just past three minutes. The forward took the ball on his chest, shifted past a defender and put his laces through the ball. The Liverpool goalkeeper, wrong-footed, had no chance as the ball bulged the back of the net.

"There it is!" Sunil gave Vinod a high five. It had taken just over three minutes for Liverpool to be a goal down. As Vikram had hoped, his wife had significantly misjudged and now she owed Sunil and Vinod!

"Damn it," she half-heartedly cursed, then shrugged her shoulders. "Oh well."

She took another sip from her beer. For a moment she gazed down into her husband's face, her eyes scanning his expression for any sign of him changing his mind and stopping her from paying her debt. He gave her his own mischievous grin.

Sunil wasn't going to be denied by any second thoughts. He rose and came to stand over her seated form, looking down at the husband and wife. His jeans did little to hide his growing bulge. Her entire body seemed to tremble slightly as she stood and wrapped her arms around Sunil's neck. The same height as Sonali, he wrapped his hands around her waist and, with a furtive glance at Vikram, pulled her into him.

Vikram realized that there had been no discussion about the kind of kiss, but he hoped his friend would take some initiative. He watched as it began as a soft gentle peck, but then Sunil pulled her into him and his hand drifted down to her lower back. They pressed into each other, and the kiss soon turned more passionate - tongues darting, lips crushed together. As their lips pressed tighter and tighter together, Sunil's hands slipped down to cup her ass and support her. One of her hands moved to the back of his head, pressing him into their kiss harder. Vikram watched as his wife made out with one of his friends. His cock throbbed.

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He had no idea how long his wife was in his friend's arms, nor how long it might have continued, when cheering from the television managed to break the trance-like state of the room. Glancing over at the screen he saw that Sonali's team was now behind another goal. Ten minutes into the game. It wasn't a big deal in itself. But it was enough of an interruption for Vinod, who wanted his kiss, to speak up.


"Yaar, I think it's my turn," he challenged.

It took another few seconds for the pair to separate. Once they had, Sonali glanced behind her at Vikram. Her cheeks were flush and her eyelids heavy. Beneath the lustful gaze was a fragment of the same silent questions from moments earlier looking for any signs of disapproval. Seeing nothing telling her that he'd changed his mind, she moved to Vinod as Sunil stood watching.

Unlike Sunil, Vinod didn't budge from his seat. He remained on the settee, his expression making it obvious he expected Sonali to join him. He had shifted over to the space left by Sunil, giving them more room. She attempted mimicking her earlier, confident stroll, but her legs seemed to falter under her now.

She slid sideways into Vinod's lap, one arm slipping behind his neck. She stretched her legs out on the Settee and Karan, glancing at Vikram, placed a hand on her bare ankle and began to caress her foot. Vinod wrapped a hand around Sonali's waist, slowly shifting it up to cup her breast while the other rested on her leg. She moved towards him in invitation, which caused her legs to fall open a little more. He used the opportunity so slip his fingers further down onto her inner thigh. Vikram watched as Karan moved closer, lifting her legs to put them on his lap. As Sonali focused on Vinod, he moved his hand further up her leg, taking her lack of disapproval as encouragement.

The pair started with soft, open mouth kisses. It didn't take long for these to evolve into heated, passionate ones with darting tongues. Sonali's hand pressed at the back of his head, demanding a more intense connection. Her other hand came up so her fingers could play in his hair. Vinod began to knead the breast in his hand. Sonali purred. Meanwhile, Karan had his hand up her leg as far as the salwar would allow. When he looked at her husband, Vikram gave Karan a noncommittal shrug.

Vikram shifted in his seat, leaning forward. His breathing became ragged as he watched his wife. The others became a blur for him. Vikram's breath caught and his cock pulsed within his pants. Was he really seeing this? Was he really sitting here watching another man molest his wife?

As they continued to kiss and touch each other, Vinod's hand tried moving between her legs to pull at the drawstring that tied her salwar closed. But she dropped a hand and stopped him, pushing his hand back a few centimeters. Perhaps raising her awareness, she also shifted her leg and gestured for Karan to remove his hand. Vinod had pushed too far. The spell was breaking.

It was completely shattered when there was more cheering from the television. Sonali's team had gotten a goal, reducing their deficit by one.

"Okay, yaar. Time's up," Vikram declared. He tried to hide his disappointment.

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Vikram has a Plan


As his wife stood up, Vikram rose and helped her to her feet. She looked at him with heavy lidded eyes, licked her lips in way that suggested desire was overcoming worry.

"You okay, Sonali?" He whispered into her ear.

"Yea. Mm-hmm," she smiled. "Are you?"

"I'm good," he said, making her meet his gaze. "I just want make sure that you're aware of what's going on, and you're okay with it."

"I'm good." she assured him. He decided to move forward with his plan. He needed to escalate things if this was going to play out how he wanted. He knew which of his friends had lusted after his wife the most, and which ones would have qualms and need encouragement.

"Alright then," he grinned. "Well, while you and Vinod were kissing, I made a bet for you with Harinder."

"Oh?" she asked, her tone a mixture of surprise and excitement.

"Well, actually I just accepted a bet he tried to make with you," Vikram said nonchalantly. "But, you were a little busy."

"Um - " she hesitated at this unexpected development.

"And, you lost the bet."

"Yea. I guess that's okay."

"Cool," he turned to the guys who were all pretending to watch the game. "Harinder, your turn to collect on that bet." He hoped his friend understood and was quick enough to play along.

Harinder looked at him questioningly.

"The wager we made, the one you won. Sonali's ready to pay up."

"Ah. Okay." Harinder agreed, now grinning. The Punjabi was quick to understand. "Good. Good."

Sonali turned to walk over to where Harinder sat in a chair. Sonali came toward Harinder and gave him a smile. The powerfully built Punjabi - a wrestler in his youth - smiled at Sonali as she approached him, raising his arms to draw her in. Since he was in a chair, she faced him directly, and straddled his lap. As she wiggled into position, throwing one arm up behind his neck, he placed his large hands on her hips. Before kissing him, she gave a playful tug on his beard.

"I wonder what Preeti would think?" She asked mischievously. Harinder's wife had come to a game a few months ago and Sonali and her had hit it off, but Preeti had never been one for sports and their socializing had been outside of matchdays.

"She won't find out, right guys?" Vikram quickly interjected. He didn't want Harinder to have a moment to think about what was going to happen. In fact, he didn't want any of his friends thinking about their wives. Taking the hint, Harinder shook his head and then moved in to kiss her. It didn't take long before their kisses turned passionate. She was breathing heavily. One hand was on her upper back pulling her into him, the other rested on her thigh, gently kneading it. She had a hand on his neck, while the other clenched at his powerful forearm. Sonali shifted forward in his lap, pressing her breasts against his chest.

The two continued to kiss, their lips pressing, tongues dancing and tasting. From the way Sonali was grinding her ass in Harinder's lap, Vikram knew that his friend had an erection and she was enjoying how it felt. Harinder moved a hand up to deftly unclasp one of the hooks on the back of her kameez. And, then another. He was careful not to go further, but his hand disappeared beneath the splash of black hair, clearly caressing her bare skin. Sonali wasn't resisting and the way she was pushing into the man, Vikram realized she was needing some sort of relief as well. Vikram grinned when she trailed her hand down his arm to his wrist, pulling it up her side, trying to encourage Harinder to hold her breast, but then stopped. The idea of making their friend fondle her, versus simply letting them, must have crossed some line in her mind.

Vikram watched, realizing that he knew what he wanted next. While watching his wife, he began to clear the table. Rahul must have also realized his plan and helped. Then, the two men moved the table aside to clear the space. Sunil changed to the channel to a station playing some Bollywood item numbers. Football was the last thing on anyone's mind and the loud, fast music with its sensual dance routines added to the mood. The scantily clad actress's gyrations fueled more fantasies.

Munni badnaam hui, darling tere liye

Munni ke gaal gulabi, nain sharabi, chaal nawabi re

Le zandu bomb hui, darling tere liye

Munni badnaam hui, darling tere liye

Sonali pulled back from Harinder and began to move to the music, swaying her torso in his lap. As Harinder moved his hands to her lower back to brace her, her movements became more sensual, even erotic. Sonali ran her hands down her sides, lingered for a moment on the swell of breasts, before sliding to caress her own neck. Eyes closed, she was swaying to the beat of the music. As a verse changed, she leaned back into Harinder, her mouth open and hungry for him. They continued their kissing.

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Eventually, Vikram called a halt to the show. It took longer than before for them to stop. Her breathing was now ragged, her chest heaving. Harinder drew in a deep breath, his eyes locked on Sonali as she left him. Perhaps unconsciously, he had his hand on his erection, adjusting it.


Sitting on his chair's armrest, Vikram indicated for her to join him. As she approached he could tell that her legs were threatening to give out on her. He could also see the hunger on her face - the flushed cheeks and smoldering gaze beneath heavy lids. But she had trouble meeting his eyes. One moment, she was staring into his eyes, hers filled with arousal and conviction. The next her confidence wavered and her gaze fell to the floor. When she got close enough, he reached out with both arms and pulled her to him. Her body felt like it was on fire.

"You still okay?" He whispered, knowing her answer.

"Yes," she breathed.

He waited a moment, hugging her tight to him and feeling her press herself against his own pulsing bulge.

"I don't think anyone's interested in the game anymore. Let's dance." he asked. Sonali gave him a smile.

The song had now changed to a modern up tempo beat. Another actress, dressed in a bright outfit that left little to the imagination bounced around to the music. Vikram took his wife and pulled her close to him, dancing to the beat. Apparently, she knew the song and started to sing along with it. He moved his hands up and down her sides, while she ground her pelvis against him.

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Mere Photo Ko


Mere Photo Ko Seene Se Yaar

Chipkaale Sayiaan Fevicol Se

While they moved, he gestured for Rahul to come to them. His friend grinned and moved forward. Perhaps because of the heat, he had undone the top few buttons of his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest. Rahul came up behind her and put his hands on her waist until the two of them had her sandwiched. The moved to the music. Rahul pushed his pelvis against her - grinding against her - making Sonali crush against her husband. Vikram felt his erection against his wife's pelvis and he moaned as Rahul made her thrust into him. Her breath was warm against his neck. She moaned.

Vikram and Rahul shared a glance. Vikram pulled away with a smile. As the song changed to another with a slower beat, she turned around to Rahul and the two melted into one another. They began kissing. Rahul's hands found her ass, pulling her into him. As they swayed to the sound, he moved his hand up and down her back, caressing her. He shifted the other hand to a hip. Her writhing against him was too much and, like Vinod, he tried sliding his hand between her legs. And like Vinod, he didn't get very far. But this time as Sonali pushed his hand away, Vikram recognized a lack of conviction in it, her hand lingering on Rahul's wrist as his hand obediently settled on her hip.

Rahul spun her around until she was facing Vikram, her hair falling forward to hide half her face - even then, Vikram saw the lust in her expression. Sonali leaned back into her husband's friend, lifting her gaze to look directly into her husband's eyes - challenging him to stop her. She took Rahul's hand and slowly dragged it across her torso to cup a breast. She entwined her fingers with Rahul's, encouraging - forcing - him to knead the mound. Her other hand reached behind to caress his leg. Rahul moved his free hand up and down her flank before bringing it to rest in the space just above the join of her legs. Rather than stopping him, she pushed back into him. She stared at Vikram, her breathing becoming heavy with lust.

Watching all this, Vikram felt his own desire building like a heavy weight on his chest. With each quiet whimper coming from his wife, he felt blood pulse to his hardening cock. And, as he watched Rahul squeeze her breast through her kameez, he imagined what it would soon be like to watch someone fondling her naked flesh. Seeing her dark mounds being kneaded. Her swollen nipples pinched. Licked. Suckled.

Vikram cleared his throat, realizing his daydreaming had allowed the session to last a bit longer than he'd meant. He gestured to Karan as the song changed again. Karan smoothly changed places, not breaking her trance. Karan stood behind her as well, realizing what his friend wanted and wrapped his hands around her waist. Sonali leaned into him as they moved with the music.

Karan kept his eyes on Vikram as one hand fell to her hip while the other moved up to hold a breast. He was bolder. Not just molding the pliant flesh, he began to rub the hard nipple with his forefinger. Sonali had her eyes closed and a carnal purr escaped her lips. She pushed back against him. His free hand moved the hem of her kameez aside and came to rest on her bare belly. She shuddered.

Then, she took the initiative. With a furtive glance at her husband, she suddenly spun around and pulled Karan's head down, kissing him. The fingers of one hand twined themselves into his hair as her hand settled at the back of his head pressing his lips firmer against her. As their lips quickly parted, allowing their tongues to duel in the space between, Sonali's throat vibrated with a needy moan. The fingers of her free hand scratched at his bare shoulder. As the passion of their kissing grew, Karan's hand went beneath her salwar to knead the bare skin of her ass, eliciting another needy moan from her.

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Time seemed to slow. Their mouths hungrily ate at each other. Karan's fingers groped at her ass. The intensity of her writhing grew. She reached down to pull up his tank top, her hands moving across his hard abdomen to his chest. Vikram stood there and watched as his wife rocked and ground herself against another man's cock. His friend's cock. The image mesmerized Vikram. His cock throbbed angrily.


There was no stopping things now. If there ever really had been.

Vikram moved up behind her again and put his hands on her hips. As Karan moved his hand away, Vikram moved her hair aside and began to nibble at her neck. She leaned her head back and whimpered.

"Take of his shirt." Vikram whispered into her ear as he winked at Karan. "It's okay."

Without saying a word, Sonali took his shirt in her hands and began to peel it up. Karan raised his arms and Sonali took off the shirt and dropped it to the floor. Sonali looked at Karan, her hand admiringly tracing the lines of his hard torso. Pectorals. Ribs. Abdomen. If he wasn't so aroused, Vikram might have been jealous. Vikram stepped back as she leaned into Karan. They began to kiss again.

Vikram let the kissing go on for a few slow moments before again approaching his wife. Karan shifted away from her as she leaned back into her husband. She turned around to face Vikram and hung her head forward so that her hair fell forward, concealing her profile as she moved into Vikram's arms. After another moment she lifted her gaze to Vikram. Her lustful expression was tinged with guilt, telling him she questioned why she was doing what she was, but couldn't help herself. In that moment he feared her proper side might overpower the improper one, and she'd put a stop to things progressing.

"It's okay, Sonali," he told her with a reassuring smile. She stared into his eyes. Seeing that he really was okay with things, her guilt seemed too fade and a relieved sigh slipped past her lips. He took her chin in his hand and tilted her head back so he could gaze down into her eyes. His blood raced at the strength of the heat smoldering beneath her heavy lids. There was hunger and desire there. It was like nothing he'd seen before. Her panting breath slipped past her trembling lip. Lower, the swell of her breasts under her kameez, with their hard, erect nipples, quivered with her unsteady breaths.

Vikram turned Sonali around, so she was facing her admirers.

"It's alright," he whispered, his hands sliding down to the front of her salwar. "All you have to do is say No."

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. But said nothing. The music played background to Vikram's actions. The men watched with rapt attention.

Aaj Dikhade Mujhe Love Karke

Oh Baby Baahon Mein Bharke

His hand went to the drawstring of her salwar.

Oh Jo Bhi Sohca Sapnon Mein

Woh Aaj Dikhade Mujhe Sab Karke

Sonali inhaled sharply.

Then she held her breath as he slowly tugged at the only thing keeping her salwar up. Her lip quivered as his hands slid around to either side, taking hold of the salwar for a moment. Then, she bit her lip as he pushed it off her hips and let it puddle around her feet. The long hem of her kameez still preserving some semblance of modesty.

Oh Jo Bhi Sohca Sapnon Mein

Woh Aaj Dikhade Mujhe Sab Karke

Vikram's hands slid up along her waist, feeling her body tremble with anticipation. His hand went to her breasts, cupping them before shifting down again. He moved a hand to her back and started to unsnap the hooks on her kameez to finish what Harinder had started. One. Two. Three. He heard someone moan in anticipation. He was stripping his wife for his friends. Getting her ready for them. His cock twitched.

Tu Isaq Mera, Tu Isaq Mera

Tu Hi Meri Raaton Ka Nasha

When the kameez was undone, he peeled it off her shoulders, letting it join the matched salwar. As if in a last act of modesty, she folded her arms to cover herself. This merely pushed her breasts together turning it into a lewd act. He ran his hand along her naked back, kissing her shoulder. His cock pulsated against her.

Vikram's hands guided her out of the puddle of her clothes. She stood facing their friends wearing only her white panties. His friends were leaning forward in their seats. Gaurev was stroking himself through his clothes, while Harinder took a long gulp from his whiskey. Two others licked their lips. Her head was down, but then, Vikram leaned into her and whispered into her ear.

"Just say no."

Instead, she lifted her head to look at the men entranced by her. She moved her hands away from her breasts. Sonali was beautiful. Even without the tight kameez, her full breasts were taut with large, dark nipples. Her ragged breathing causing them to heave in rhythm to the music. Her torso, long and with a flat belly, shuddered. Long, toned legs seemed to waver. Vikram nuzzled her ear as he placed his thumbs into the line of her panties. He again asked her whether she wanted to continue. When she gave the barest nod, he peeled them down to reveal a pussy covered in a patch of dark glistening hair.

To be continued ...

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Delhi Nights Ch. 02: Match Day 02


This story is continued from Delhi Nights -Match Day I. You'll need to read that story first for this to make sense.

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MATCH DAY II: ALL BETS ARE OFF

Watching the men lusting for his wife, Vikram's hands came up to palm her breasts, fingers squeezing. Kneading. Moaning softly, she arched her back, her breasts with their hard nipples in lewd display for the six men frozen in rapt attention.

What had started as a simple match day gathering had turned into a living fantasy.

"Ok guys, here's the deal," Vikram announced, his hands still massaging her firm mounds. "I think we know where this is going. But, if she tells you to stop doing something, you stop. This is your babhi. Treat her nice." He looked around the room to make sure they understood and then told the men to clear the large settee before leading his wife to it.

They had made love on the settee plenty of times before, just never in front of an audience. She lay down, looking up at him with eyes ablaze with libidinous need. He helped her shift up a little, so that it would be easier to enter her from either end. As he guided her into position she spread her legs, dropping one leg off the settee. Her pussy, dark and wet, glistened from within the neatly groomed black tufts. Vikram took in a breath of her sex - sweetly pungent with desire. His cock throbbed at the scent.

Once she was settled, Vikram removed his clothes. His hard cock sprang free, the purple, engorged head shining with pre-cum. Sonali reached for him and wrapped her fingers around his shaft as he came to stand beside her. She tugged greedily as she used the other hand to caress his lower back. She stared at his cock, heated breaths slipping past her parted lips.

The bulbous head approached as her strokes peeled back the dark foreskin. Her tongue darted out, licking at the pre-cum. He set the tip against her lips, leaned forward, and pushed the head past them into her mouth. Her lips followed its contours, hugging it tightly. Slowly, the rest of his manhood followed as her lips remained locked around it. The hand on his back pulled him to her greedily. His hips pressed forward in unneeded encouragement. Reveling in the sensation of her suckling mouth, he held himself steady and gazed down at his wife. She lay splayed across the settee, eyes closed, her body radiating need. With every move of her mouth, her breasts quivered ever so slightly.

In his peripheral vision he saw the others approach. A hand appeared and reached out - Harinder's from the steel bracelet on the wrist - and covered one of her breasts.

"Mmm," she mewed in her throat as Harinder's fingers squeezed her full mound.

Gaurev's hand soon covered her other breast, as he leaned over the back of the settee, eliciting another whimper.

Rahul approached from the other side. Kneeling between her legs, he traced his fingers down her bare thighs. Another whimper. Then, Rahul slipped his arms under her limbs and slid them onto his broad shoulders. At the center of her inflamed sex, her pink lips were slippery wet and starting to flower open in invitation. Her swollen clit poked out from under its hood. Rahul leaned in. His tongue darted out to lap at her pussy.

She whimpered, her body shuddering. She took Vikram's cock deeper into her mouth. It throbbed against her tongue.

Watching his friends playing with her, Vikram felt his lust surge. A new song began and his strokes into her mouth fell into natural rhythm with the beat. His cock danced with her mouth.

Zara zara touch me, touch me, touch me

Zara zara kiss me, kiss me, kiss me

Zara zara hold me, hold me, hold me

Zara zara ...

He drew his hips back, withdrawing his cock until only the head remained within her mouth's wet embrace. He pushed forward again, sliding himself back deeper into her mouth. He pulled back. Slid forward.

Bin tere sanam iss jahan mein, bekraar hum dam da dam da dam

Back. Forward.

Bin tere sanam iss jahan mein bekraar hum

Back. Forward.

His thick shaft slowly pumped in and out of her mouth, now both her hands on his ass urging him on.

Harinder and Gaurev each manipulated her breasts, making them bulge and flow fluidly under their tensing fingers. Every few seconds one or the other would take a nipple between thumb and forefinger and give it a tweak, sometimes gently, sometimes not. Then they'd cover the breast, palm flattening the swollen nipple under it, fingers squeezing her flesh.

Between her legs, Rahul licked her pussy, his tongue slithering up and down her slit, rolling over her clit again and again. And each time he brushed against her button she moaned around Vikram's shaft.

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"Hai Ram, you are so beautiful, babhi" Gaurev moaned. He released her breast for a moment to peel off his t-shirt, revealing his toned torso. Meanwhile, Harinder kneeled down, cupped her breast to steady it, and then took her nipple into his mouth. The breast disappeared behind his heavy beard. She arched her back as he suckled and nipped at it. Her hand jerked away from Vikram's ass to grab the back of Harinder's head and force him harder onto her aching breast.

"Oh yea, you like that don't you!" Vikram growled, the pace of his rocking hips building.

Another moan in response.

Behind, Rahul still had his head buried between her legs, his tongue diving and tasting her juices. He lapped at her clit. As he continued to taste her sex, he brought two fingers to her opening, caressing the soft folds of flesh before sliding them into her.

Sonali moaned and writhed, her body quivering.

Someone had turned the television off, the eroticism of her moans and whimpers music enough.

Vikram watched his cock sliding in and out of her mouth as his friends groped and pleasured her. He watched her body responding, her muscles shuddering and her glistening flesh trembling.

In and out of her mouth his cock slid. Back and forth it glided along her lips.

In and out.

In.

Out.

Gaurev had stripped out of his clothes. His hard cock thrust straight in the air, the foreskin completely peeled back. He joined Harinder to take her free breast into his mouth. His other hand fell on her belly, caressing the warm, quivering flesh from navel to pelvis. The two men continued to lick and suck on her nipples, making her shiver. Then, Harinder rose and started to strip. His turban, long disheveled, he let unwind and fall to the ground, his hair remaining in a loose bun. He pulled off his kurta to reveal a hairy barrel chest. Pants and underwear. Engorged, his cock was thick and heavy, a mass of meat.

"Hai, mere jaan. Mere jaan. Sonali. Sonali." Vikram moaned.

Mewling around her husband's pistoning cock, Sonali reached out and blindly groped for Harinder's cock. He took her hand and helped her wrap her fingers around his thick member. The veins pulsated under her grip. Her body quivered from their ministrations.

His fingers massaging the folds of her opening, Rahul set his mouth directly on her swollen clit to lap and press at the engorged button with his tongue. She whimpered almost immediately, her muscles starting to clench, her fingers tightening around Harinder's shaft, too lost in her own pleasure to do much more. The Punjabi grunted in pleasure.

"Sonali," Vikram purred, recognized the signs of her approaching climax.

Purring around the cock fucking her mouth, Sonali's back slowly arched up off the settee, feeding herself to Gaurev's suckling mouth. She continued to arch up, her legs now pushing down around Rahul's back, pulling him into her. Rahul moved his hands under her to brace her. Her sex pushed into his face. Sonali's nearing orgasm caused her muscles to clench and her neck to bend back, straining to keep her husband's cock in her mouth. Vikram continued to pump into her mouth.

Harinder looked down at her. Gaurev raised his head from her breast, watching her. She was lust personified. Every fantasy come to life.

Then, the pressure burst as the orgasm exploded through her. Whimpers turned into grunts. Quivers became spasms. With her body bent into the air, she writhed and twisted as waves of pleasure coursed through every nerve and fiber. Her eyes were closed tightly, her features contorting with the ecstasy rolling through her while her mouth opened in a guttural moan of pleasure. Vikram's let his cock slip out.

"Bhabhi, she's ... wow." Karan groaned. He held his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it.

Sonali continued writhing through the explosive orgasm. Under a sheen of sweat her light brown flesh trembled, her belly quivering spastically. It was the most erotic tableau Vikram had ever seen. Eventually, as her orgasm subsided, her body relaxed, settling back to the settee. Loose strands of her hair hung over the settee's edge, a few sticking to the light coating of sweat upon her cheek and forehead. She trembled through a couple of aftershocks before reaching for her husband's cock again. Smiling at him, she began to stroke it.

Harinder and Gaurev, overwhelmed, stepped back to watch the scene. Meanwhile, after lapping at her orgasmic juices, Rahul pulled away. He laid her legs down. Weakened by their treatment, she lay limply on the settee. The others watched patiently, stroking their cocks, as Rahul stripped off his clothes. Vikram had known him the longest and he couldn't help but compare himself to his closest friend. His lithe frame was all corded muscles, his cock a long hard shaft ending in the bruised head of his glans. It quivered in anticipation.

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Rahul set the tip of his cock at her entrance and gently rubbed it up and down, slathering the head with her juices. Sonali's hips rolled in invitation and she spread her legs just a little. She looked up at her husband and tugged at his cock, taking the head back into her mouth. Her tongue flicked the slit. Licked at the undershaft.

Rahul slowly, gently, moved his hips, his cock sliding - disappearing - between her legs. Her pussy lips wrapped around the shaft as he pressed forward, coating it with her juices.

Watching another man's cock - his friend's cock - entering his wife was too much for him. Vikram came to the edge of his own orgasm. Pulling his wife's hand away from his shaft, he thrust deeper into her mouth. He pumped into her mouth.

Fucked her mouth.

Sonali took her breasts in her hands. Looking up at her husband with heavy eyes, she began to knead them. She tweaked the hard nipples. Pinching. Pulling.

Rahul pulled back, popping his cock free before thrusting it into her pussy. As he pressed forward again, Sonali lifted her hips, sliding herself onto his shaft. He increased his tempo, thrusting into her hard and fast, their glistening pubic hair mingling as he ground down into her.

"Oh God, Vikram. She feels so good," Rahul sighed heavily. A sheen of sweat coated his torso.

Vikram stared at the space between his wife's leg. At his wife lying before him, legs spread wide as another man buried his cock deep inside her pussy. He stared at her glistening body. It brought his lust roaring with an urgency. His climax boiling up from deep inside.

"Hai Jaan! Sonali. I'm coming!" he groaned, his hips rocking faster and faster. "Just take it. Just take it!"

Vikram pumped himself at her. Once. Twice. Three times. Then he froze, his hips jutting forward as his cock unleashed his semen. Her eyes locked on her husband, she swallowed the hot liquid. After a final spurt, Vikram held himself in her mouth with a sigh of relief. She suckled on his softening member, milking the last drops from him.

"Ooh," she purred, pulling her mouth off Vikram's now-limp member.

Rahul, understanding her need to focus, had stopped moving, leaving his shaft buried inside her. Starting again, Rahul pulled back, removing most of his cock before sliding forward again. He started to slowly pump himself in and out of her pussy, working into a rhythm.

"Yes. Oh God, yes." she purred over and over as his full length pistoned her pussy.

As Vikram settled onto his chair to watch, Harinder took his place before Sonali. Karan and Vinod came closer, each of them holding their own stiff cocks. Sonali looked at her husband's friends surrounding her. She took Harinder's thick member into her hand again, while reaching out to take Karan's in the other. She tugged on them. Karan's was smaller than Harinder's, but he vainly shaved his pubic area, leaving it soft and clean so the shaft looked long and potent. Vinod, stroking his cock with one hand, took a breast with the other.

Stroking the two cocks, Sonali's hips rocked with Rahul's thrusts, matching his rhythm. Her breasts swayed under the hands manipulating them.

Vikram couldn't help but appraise his friends. They were all handsome men in their own right - former athletes who had tried to keep in shape. And, as with Rahul, he measured himself against them. The only one who gave him pause - a flash of inadequacy - was Harinder. The burly Punjabi had a thick and heavy shaft and Vikram even wondered how Sonali would handle the monstrous size.

For the next few minutes, the action at the settee continued - her swollen breasts molested; two throbbing cocks stroked. As Rahul's cock stuffed her pussy again and again, her hips rose up to meet his thrusts. She purred and whimpered. Her back arched and she sucked in her sweat-beaded belly in anticipation.

"Hai, rabba, she's beautiful," Harinder sighed.

"An amazing babhi." Vinod agreed.

"Yea, so beautiful. Our soni, Sonali." Rahul grunted, the force of his thrusts building. His cock pistoned in and out of her. Vikram watched his friends molesting his wife, his cock starting to harden again.

"Hai, Ram!" Rahul groaned, his thrusting growing stronger, his rhythm stuttering. Vikram realized his friend was about to cum. He leaned forward in anticipation. Soon, Rahul would unleash his load inside her. The first time another man had filled her with his seed.

Rahul began to drive into her. He rammed his cock harder and faster, arching backward, hands gripping Sonali's legs.

"Fuck me," she whimpered, her muscles clenching and her hips driving up to meet his thrusts.

"Yes. Yes!" Rahul grunted, jackhammering his cock in and out of her pussy.

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"Yes! Yes! Fuck me. Hai Rahul! Fuck me!" she cried, her back arching off the settee again. She thrust her hips at him fucking him as much as he was fucking her. "Fuck me, Rahul!"

"Sonali!"

Suddenly, Rahul let out a guttural roar and slammed himself into her, burying his cock deep inside. His grip on her legs pulling her deep onto his cock. He held himself there, shuddering as he pumped his seed inside her.

"Oh God!" she gasped, another orgasm exploding through her. Her body twisted and squirmed, back arching higher, neck bending, tendons straining. Her breasts were thrust into the air, the dark mounds shuddering with her body's spasms. She released the two cocks and her hands grabbed onto the edges of the settee, knuckles turning white.

She stopped breathing. Hovering in the air, grinding herself against Rahul, Sonali's hips made small humping actions, her pussy milking his cock. She moaned and whimpered as her orgasm continued crashing through her, her muscles clenching, abdomen quivering. Her mouth hung open, eyes tightly closed.

"Oh fuck," Rahul moaned. Even after he'd finished coming, he held himself inside her as she writhed before him.

Then, eventually, she finished too. Her body settled back to the settee, her flesh coated with sweat. Laying there, panting, she opened her eyes and gazed up at the men around her. Releasing her white knuckle hold she reached out to Gaurev and Harinder, her finger caressing their legs, a soft purr escaping her throat.

Sliding her legs off his arms, Rahul gently settled her legs back onto the settee, his cock slipping from her pussy. They watched her breathing return to some semblance of control, mesmerized by the rise and fall of her splayed breasts.

"I'm next," Vinod announced, moving forward.

Since no order of succession had been established, everyone accepted his claim. Vikram could see Harinder and Gaurev thought one of them should have been next, but neither said anything.

"I need some water," Sonali sighed.

Vinod handed her a bottle of water as he helped her sit up. Then, Harinder and Gaurev helped her get into a new position. She kneeled on the settee and, using the back to rest her arms, she leaned forward. Her ass was thrust into the air, her legs spread open, and everyone could see Rahul's cum leaking down her leg.

Vinod stood behind her, one hand resting on her waist, the other guiding his stiff cock toward her waiting, enflamed sex. He set the tip at her opening and pressed forward until his cock was halfway buried in her dark wetness. He sighed in pleasure before pulling his hips back slightly. Then, pressed forward. As Sonali's hips slid back to meet him, the entirety of his cock penetrated her. His rounded belly pushed against the cheeks of her ass.

Sonali sighed, her expression radiating ecstasy as she dropped her head to rest it on her arms.

"Beautiful." Vikram smiled, watching his wife take a second friend's cock. Vinod groaned, holding onto her and grinding his crotch against her ass. Her hips rolled in rhythm. Vinod held himself deep inside her for a moment, running a hand along her spine. She shivered in response. Vinod began to thrust in and out in a slow rhythm. He wasn't fucking her. He was making love to her. She purred contentedly.

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Sonali whimpered as she was pushed forward with each thrust of his cock. As he watched her move, Harinder came around the settee to stand in front of her. He gingerly placed his hand on her head, playing with her hair, encouraging her. She lifted her head to see his cock - twitching with need - in front of her mouth. Using his hand to pull her hair up and away from her face, he smiled at her. "How about it, babhi? Can you take mine?"

Sonali's eyes were glazed with lust as she stared at the cock hovering before her, its purple head shiny with precum. Then, she slid her lips over the enormous head. Harinder's hips pressed forward, slowly feeding her his manhood. Vikram shifted to get a better view as the Punjabi's heavy cock spread her lips. Sonali moaned as she sucked down the shaft. She couldn't take the whole thing into her mouth without gagging and when Harinder tried to push farther, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft as warning.

"Remember what I said, Harinder yaar." Harinder nodded as he sighed in satisfaction. Sonali let go of his cock and placed the hand on his hairy belly, gently scratching at him.

Vinod had held himself still during Harinder's penetration of her mouth. Now he slid into her again. As he withdrew, Harinder did the same, stopping with only the head of his cock within her mouth. Both men pressed forward and then back. And again. Slowly they worked up a rhythm, pumping their cocks into her. At first their cadence was awkward, slightly disjointed, but soon it fell into sync, fucking her mouth and pussy. Mewing and purring on all fours, Sonali took their cocks. Her body rocked under their dual assault, her full breasts swaying beneath her. She closed her eyes as waves of pleasure rolled through her. She moaned and whimpered with every thrust.

Vinod reached around to place his hand on her belly and then, slid it down, through her damp tufts to find where he joined her. Sonali shuddered in pleasure as the man pressed against her clit, rubbing it in rhythm with his strokes.

In and out of her the two cocks pumped, their speed and force gradually building. Between them, Sonali continued rocking, her body being jacked back and forth. Vinod groaned, his hips jerking a couple times, then finding the smooth rhythm once again. Sonali whimpered, her own hips twitching excitedly in response to the first signs of his impending climax.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

As he came closer to climax, Vinod's thrusts became harder and faster, his hips slamming into her, his hands moving to grip her waist to steady himself. In response, Harinder stopped moving, allowing his friend's thrusts to drive her mouth along his shaft. She moaned on Harinder's cock, her muscles shuddering with anticipation.

Vinod gripped her waist tightly and used the hold to push and pull her along his rigid member, effectively using her to fuck him even as he drove himself into her again and again. Soon, any sense of rhythm was gone, his hips starting to jerk. His hands on her waist threw her forward. Then, jerked her back. A feral grunt accompanying each thrust.

Sonali shuddered, her third orgasm rolling through her. It wasn't as powerful as its predecessors, but went through her like a warm wave. Her legs quivered as she let out a long moan of pleasure. Her muscles clench around Vinod's cock. Her back rolled downward, shoving her ass back onto Vinod's cock.

"So beautiful," Harinder groaned, his fingers entwined in her hair. She whimpered with the cascading waves of pleasure. She no longer sucked on Harinder's cock, her focus being warped by the heat burning her nerves.

Her body shuddering against his cock was too much for Vinod and his body tensed. As Sonali's body calmed, he suddenly popped his cock out of her pussy. Without warning, he sprayed a thick, steady stream of cum across the small of her back.

As her orgasm faded, Sonali returned her attention to Harinder. There was more focus this time and Vikram watched as she relaxed her throat and mouth to swallow his cock further. When she gagged, Harinder pulled back. And then, when Vinod moved away, he pulled out completely. She looked at him with desire and want. Confusion.

"Alright, babhi, it's my turn. I want to be inside you." He said. Gaurev and Sunil started to protest, but the burly Jaat quieted both with a glance.

As everyone watched, Harinder brushed her hair aside and then, putting his hands under her arms, lifted Sonali up. The others looked at him quizzically when he pulled her to him and gave her a long, wet kiss. Their bodies smashed together. She placed her arms around his neck as he caressed her glistening back. Vikram had expected something rough and hard from the big man, but he was being gentle with her. Or at least that's what they thought at first.

While he kissed her, he put his arms under her legs and lifted her from the settee. Moving back, he shifted her legs around his waist, his thick member now visible between the crack of her ass. He was a strong man. Stronger than Vikram had thought. Still kissing her, Harinder braced his legs and then, holding Sonali up with one hand, used the other to guide his cock to her opening. She curled into him, a deep, long moan escaping her lips, as gravity brought her down onto the whole length of his heavy member.

"Harinder! Oh, my god!" she whimpered, being penetrated for a third time. For a moment, Harinder didn't move, his cock buried in her wet pussy. He held her close to him, one hand on her ass, the other on her upper back.

Then, he started to fuck her standing up.

Harinder moaned, moving both hands to her ass, spreading the cheeks wide as he bounced her on his cock. The dark space between her cheeks with its puckered hole was a new erotic sight for the men. She moaned and yelped as she was pistoned up and down on his heavy cock. Up. Down. Up. Down. Faster and Faster. Her hips ground in rhythm with his energized thrusts. Sonali clung to him, her purrs and moans lost as she nuzzled his neck. Their bodies glistened. The smell of sweat and sex was thick in the air.

"Fuck me, Harinder. Fuck me!" Sonali encouraged him. The Punjabi increased his rhythm again, now grinding into her. Then, abruptly, he wasn't pumping into her any more. His body stilled for a moment. His cock was buried deep inside and he slowly began grinding his hips against her. When you had a cock of his size, that was enough. She began to shudder and Harinder held her tighter, bracing her as an orgasm moved through her. Her eyes rolled up and she screamed in pleasure. Her body tensed against Harinder. He growled in pleasure as she raked her nails along his back. She quivered and spasmed. Like the first time, smaller shudders followed. Harinder continued to hold her until the aftershocks had subsided and she became limp in his arms.