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Rahul and Pooja's story : Begining of Cuckoldery

Pooja was cooking dinner when she heard the front door open. She smiled thinking that Rahul will like what she was wearing.

She also worked but Pooja normally left for work earlier, even before Rahul woke up, and returned home earlier too. Rahul put his computer bag in the study and went to the kitchen. He admired the posterior of his pretty wife as she stood in front of the cooking range.

She was wearing small cotton shorts and a tank top. As Pooja had thought Rahul liked what she was wearing. It nicely displayed her svelte, 5'6" tall body. He never got tired of admiring her hot body. She is fair skinned with long black hair that comes down to the middle of her back. Her long creamy legs are smooth and well toned and she has shapely round ass. Her face is very pretty and innocent looking with seductive brown eyes.

He hugged her gently from behind from behind and kissed her long slender neck and then her cheek.

"Meri Jaan ka din kaisa raha." Rahul asked her in Hindi.

"Theek tha...thoda sa stressful...I don't understand that some people how do they even get hired." She responded with a little bit of irritation. Her response was a mix of Hindi and English. It was very typical of both of them to talk that way with each and their other Indian friends.

Turning off the stove she turned around and put her arms around her husband's neck. She got on her toes and kissed her husband softly. Rahul was six feet tall with a nice physique. He was a good looking guy.

The red and white ivory bangles on Pooja's wrist pressed against the side of his neck. The bangles she is wearing are called 'Choora' and is worn by a newly wed Indian ***** bride.

Pooja and Rahul were married just a month ago. Both of them were from the Delhi, India but now lived in Texas, United States. They met at a friend's wedding two years ago and fell in love. Pooja is 25 years old and Rahul is 28 years old.

As they kissed lovingly, Rahul moved his hands lower and cupped her ass.

"I like what you are wearing...bahut sexy lag rahi hai meri jaan." He said to her lovingly.

"Mujhe maloom tha tumhe acha lagega." She said with a chuckle.

~A little bit of background about Pooja and Rahul~

Rahul was 15 year old when his family emigrated to US and Pooja was 16 years old when her family moved to US.

Pooja had a conservative upbringing and having spent her young, formative years in India, she was very much influenced by the conservative Indian society.

But when she started college, she slowly came out of her shell. She started wearing stylish, skin hugging clothing. She became a little more outgoing, attended parties, started drinking socially. She had her very first boyfriend of her life in sophomore year, Jason, and lost her virginity to him. With Jason she discovered that she truly enjoyed sex. She enjoyed everything about sex, sucking on a cock, having a man go down on her, foreplay, holding a hard cock in her hand, getting her pussy pounded by a cock.

But after one and a half year of dating, she found out that Jason was cheating on her. Since it was her very first relationship, the breakup was very painful for her. It took her a couple of months to get over Jason.

Then in her senior year one of her friend introduced her to Vikram. She started dating him. But their relationship only lasted for one year. Vikram was very possessive, jealous and insecure by nature. If he saw her talking, interacting, laughing with other guys, Vikram would get very upset. He tried to control with whom she could be friends. If she went out without him with her girlfriends, he did not like it. After trying to be the understanding girlfriend, she finally gave up after one year.

Even though she had become quite a bit open, she still was quite reserved in some aspects. She never wore shorts clothes or revealed too much skin. She never had any causal sex or a one night stand like most of her friends had done.

But she did not mind the occasional flirting or flirty banter with a guy. It made her feel good when she knew that a man was admiring her. She was a very fun person to hang out with a bubbly, vivacious personality.

After breaking up with Vikram she did not date anyone until she met Rahul. The first time she talked to him, it was obvious to both of them right away the attraction was mutual. She just knew that he was her soul mate.

They complemented each other perfectly. Rahul was pleasantly surprised when he found out how much Pooja enjoyed sex. He had a very high libido and liked that she never faked enjoying sex like some of his previous girlfriends.

As they started dating, Rahul started encouraging her to wear sexier clothes that showed some skin. Seeing how hot her body is, he wanted show her off a bit, make his friends and other men envious. He really liked the idea of his girl dressing up sexily and other finding her desirable.

First she resisted him but slowly started to indulge him. It started with her agreeing to wear revealing clothing only when she was alone with him at his apartment. But Rahul wanted her to wear sexy clothing when they went out like clubbing, to a restaurant or shopping.

He kept pestering her and finally one day she relented and agreed to go the mall wearing revealing clothes. She wore a small cut off shorts he had bought for her, the daisy dukes. With the daisy dukes she wore a tight top showing slight cleavage and high heels. But she was very concerned that they might run into someone she might now therefore she made Rahul drive to a mall that was fifty miles away in another town.

As they walked around in the mall, Pooja stayed very self conscious. This was very first time she was out in public wearing such small, tight clothes with her long legs completely on display. She felt as if everyone's eyes were on her. But slowly she started feeling a bit confident when she saw other girls walking around in shorts, mini skirts. In fact she started enjoying the admiring looks she was receiving from other men. She could feel their eyes lingering on her long, luscious legs, ass, her firm b cup breasts. But she remained very self conscious and felt uncomfortable showing so much skin. It was very difficult for her to completely overcome her reserved nature.

Rahul was very pleased at how hot she looked in the attire. He really liked how good his girlfriend's long, creamy legs looked in the shorts. The high heels made her legs look even more longer and provided an angle which made her round ass look even more enticing.The tight top accentuated her firm b cup breasts. He was filled with pride as his hot girlfriend was checked out by other men.

That day Pooja realized that she enjoyed indulging Rahul's desires. She liked pleasing him even though she felt uncomfortable. She wrapped her arms around his arm, holding it tight as they walked.

After getting back to his apartment, they talked about their mall trip. Pooja felt very embarrassed but admitted that she liked dressing that way for Rahul and it was kind of exciting knowing other men were checking her out. But she made it clear that she cannot bring herself to wear revealing clothes every time she goes out with him. She will do it only on special occasions, if she was feeling brave and only when just the two of them were out. Not when they were out with their friends and never when they were around family.

Rahul was just ecstatic that she had even considered repeating the experience and happily agreed to her conditions.

So from time to time occasionally she dressed sexily for him when they went out. They started calling them special dates since it happened so infrequently. Even though Rahul wanted it to happen more, he never complained.

He especially liked when they went clubbing or went to a bar to hang out. It stoked his ego when other guys checked her out. Some would even come up to him and tell him that he was lucky to have such a hot girl. As soon as he would leave her alone, guys would offer to buy her drinks and ask her to dance.

A few times with his encouragement she did dance with other guys. She enjoyed dancing and he liked watching her let her hair down, just dance without thinking who she was with. There were times she got felt up while dancing but she was not surprised. Being very pragmatic, she understood that a girl wearing a mini skirt and a revealing top will get felt up if she accepts to dance with a man.

However she felt uneasy and guilty when her body reacted unexpectedly to another man groping her. It excited her. Even though Rahul had also seen Pooja being groped by other men while dancing, he just ignored it. He was even afraid to think about. It was very hard for him to reconcile to the fact that even though he felt angry and intensely jealous, he also got turned on by seeing another man's hands on her.

~Back to the present~

"Dinner doon...bhukh lagi hai abi?" Pooja asked him.

"Abhi nahi, mujhe bhukh to lagi hai par khane ki nahi...tumhari jism ki bhukh lagi hai." He said to her lecherously with a smile. He took her into his arms and kissed her.

After the kiss, he said to her, "Jaan meri...bend over the kitchen island."

She shyly smiled and did what he asked her to do. She put her elbows on the kitchen island arching her back and stuck her ass out. She smiled knowing that she was driving her husband crazy with desire. Pooja knew very well how to excite her new husband.

"You look so sexy...tumhari gori gori chikni tange, tumhari mast gol gaand." He said lustily. Pooja was shocked hearing the word 'gaand' coming out of her husband's mouth. He had never said anything so crude to her. To her the crude words in Hindi sound extra vulgar and filthier than profane English words. But for some reason she did not feel disgusted by it.

Rahul grabbed her round, shapely ass in his hands and squeezed them roughly making Pooja gasp.

"Mere baby ne kaunsi panty pehni hai?"

"Jaisi tumhe pasand hai...bilkul sexy wali."

He pulled her shorts down and groaned seeing the black thong. He just loved how the back of it disappeared between the creamy ass cheeks of his wife.

"Jaanu achi lagi?...tumhare liye pehni hai...mere jaanu acha lagta hai main jab aisi sexy panties pehanti hoon?" Pooja asked with a husky tone and wiggled her ass.

"Yes...you look so hot...office bhi yehi panties pehan ke gayee thi?"

Pooja looked back at him and saw the familiar look on his face when he is aroused. She just loved that look.

"Haan baby...yehi black thong pehan ki main office gayee thi"

"Aur kya pehan ke office gayee thi?"

"Push up bra, blue top aur skirt."

"Did the top show cleavage?...skirt kitni lambi thi?"

"Jaanu main office gayee thee, Bar pe nahi...I don't go to work wearing tops showing cleavage and showing off my legs...main office knee length ki skirt pehan ke gayee thi." Pooja said with a giggle.

"Thoda se cleavage dikhati to bahut sexy hota...aur choti skirt hoti...to tumhari gori, gori tange aur bhi dikhti...maybe some guy would have been able to see up your skirt...meri jaan ki sexy panties dekh leta." Rahul pulled down her panties and Pooja's heart rate quickened hearing the lusty and lewd words. He had never said anything like this before involving another man. He put his hand between her legs and found her pussy to be sopping wet.

"That is what you want...aur koi admi tumhari nayee dulhan ki skirt ke andar dekhe?...tumhari biwi ki sexy panties dekhe?" Whenever she referred to herself in third person, Rahul knew that she was excited.

He rubbed her clit and shoved a couple of fingers into her wet pussy. She gasped and then started undulated her hips lewdly as he started finger fucking her. She groaned in disappointment when he took his fingers out of her pussy after a couple of minutes of finger fucking.

He opened his pants with the other hand and took out his hard, throbbing cock. He rubbed the thick, fat cockhead on her wet pussy lips making her whimper. Grabbing her hips, he shoved his cock into wet fuckhole with one sharp thrust. His balls smacking against her ass.

"Jaaaanuuu...oh meri Jaaan...aaaahhh...unnhhhh."She moaned lustily as her husband started fucking her lustily. The kitchen was filled with the squelching noise emanating from her pussy and flesh hitting flesh. Pooja kept moaning, grunting, mewling, squealing as her husband pounded her sopping wet pussy.

Rahul liked the noise her 'Choora' were making as he fucked his new wife. The bangles moved back and forth on her wrists as he pounded her.

"Acha laga raha hai meri jaan ko?...aisay hi acha lagta hai meri jaanu ko?" He asked her breathing hard as he kept hammering her.

"Unghhh...oh...yes...yessss." She started pushing her ass back onto his pounding cock.

After five minutes of non-stop of intense fucking, Pooja started cumming. Intense sensations of pleasure coursed through her body. She got up on her toes and desperately held on to the edge of the granite countertop as her body writhed and the same time she was squealing and mewling.

"Aaah...Rahul...aaahh...bas meri jaan bas...ho goya...ho goya."

Watching her cum, Rahul was unable to hold back and erupted inside her, coating her pussy wall with his cum.

After both of them had cleaned up and Rahul had changed his clothes, Pooja asked him cheekily, "Ab khana doon...you must have run up quite an appetite now."

"Haan...ab to sahi main bhukh lag gayee hai." Rahul said laughing.

After dinner Rahul did the dishes as Pooja relaxed. Later as they were getting ready to go to bed, Pooja remembered the call she had received.

"I completely forgot to tell you...Rashmi Di ne call kiya tha aaj...invite kiya hai apne ghar pe New Year party ke liye." Pooja told him. "I told her that I will let her know after talking with you...jaana hai unki party main?"

Pooja and Rahul had met the middle-aged Rashmi and Sanjay during their honeymoon cruise on a luxury cruise liner. Rashmi and Sanjay were celebrating their fifteenth wedding anniversary. Sanjay was in his late forties and Rashmi was in her early forties. They were also from India living in US and were very well off. Sanjay had a thriving retail business which he managed with three partners.

Both the couples hit it off immediately when they met at dinner on the first night of the cruise. They were surprised to find out that they also lived in Texas and an hour away from each other. Throughout the cruise they participated in activities together and went on offshore excursions together.

Due to the Indian values instilled in Pooja and the older couple being from India, she did not feel it was appropriate to call them by their names since they were older. She started calling Rashmi, Rashmi Didi (elder sister) and started calling Sanjay Jiju or Jija meaning the husband of sister (brother in law).

During the seven day cruise Rahul noticed Sanjay sneaking lusty glances at Pooja and he was not surprised by it. Since they were on their honeymoon and away from anyone they knew, Pooja had agreed to wear short, revealing clothes during the cruise. All she had brought were short shorts, skirts, dresses and sexy, cleavage revealing tops.

In fact Rahul had insisted that all of the skirts and dresses had to end above her knees, even more shorter if possible and all her tops had to show some cleavage. Also at Rahul's persistent urging the only swimsuits she had brought for the trip were bikinis. Even though she felt very uncomfortable wearing the bikinis, she wore them to please Rahul. This was the first time ever in her life that she had worn bikinis.

But hanging out with Rashmi helped assuage her uneasiness about wearing revealing clothes and bikinis during the cruise. Rashmi also mostly wore short, revealing clothes and bikini swimsuits. Also Rashmi was very outgoing, flirty and had a very vivacious personality. She reveled in the attention of other men, their lusty looks on her body.

All through the trip, Pooja was completely oblivious that Sanjay kept running his eyes over her hot body since he was very sly. She was very much aware of other guys checking her out and Rashmi. Her and Rashmi even joked about how guys acted casual when trying to run their eyes over their scantily clad bodies.

"We can go...but their home is pretty far away to drive back at night after the party." Rahul said.

"Rashmi Di ne ye bhi bola hai ki hum raat unke ghar pe hi ruk jayen."

"Phir theek hai, chalte hain unki party pe"

"Lekin Rahul...hum kisi ko ko bhi jante nahi honge party main...sirf Rashmi Di aur Sanjay Jiju ko hi jante hain...it will be weird...bore na ho jayen." Pooja was very unsure. "Neeraj aur Priya ke ghar bhi party hai...wahan we will have more fun."

"Tumhari baat sahi but it can be more fun hanging around with a new group of people...naye dost ban jayenge...Rashmi aur Sanjay are so much...unke dost bhi aise hi honge...bore nahi honge hum." Rahul reasoned with her.

"Haan I like Rashmi Di a lot...it is fun hanging out with her...okay I will call back and let her know." Pooja agreed. "Didi ne ye bhi kaha hai ki unhone sab desi ladies ko bola hai ki Indian kapde hi pehne ke liye...she said we are always wearing western clothes, we should have more occasions to wear our ethnic clothes too."

"I agree...mujhe idea acha laga...we should go shopping this weekend buy you something really nice."

"Mujhe lagta hai tum duniya main ek hi aise aadmi ho jo kapde shopping ka soch ke khush ho jaate ho." She smiled at playfully. "But don't even think about asking me to buy something really revealing or sexy."

"Nothing like that...just ek normal sa ghagra-choli...bas thoda sa sexy." Rahul thought she would look hot in a ghagra choli.

"Yeah whatever...forget about it...main ghagra choli pehan ke nahi jaane wali...pata nahi kaun kaun aayega aur mujhe maloom hai tum aisa ghagra choli pasand karoge jo bilkul inappropriate hoga."

"Tabhi toh...kisi ko hum jaante nahi hain...tum bina kisi sharmahat ke sexy kapde pehan sakti ho...tumhari Rashmi didi bhi aisa hi kuch sexy pehnegi...she likes dressing sexy, follow her lead.." Rahul tried to convince her.

"Aisa thode nahi hai ki mujhe sharam nahi aati hai jab main revealing kapde pehenti hoon anjan logon ke samne...even though I feel uncomfortable I do it for you...jaanu didi ki party mein sab desi log honge...pata nahi koi jaan pehchan wala nikal aaye." She said apprehensively.

"Phir Rashmi didi ki baat aur hai...she likes wearing sexy clothes, flaunting her body...she is a very confident woman and has completely embraced the norms of US...she came here when she was very young and grew up in a surrounding where it was normal for a girl to wear such revealing clothes...for me it is just very difficult to get over the idea of showing so much skin, I was in India during my formative years...wahan pe maine kabhi bhi chote kapde nahi pehne." She explained to her husband.

"Main samajhta hoon jaanu...I just want you to try to be little bit more like Rashmi."

"Main koshish kar rahi hoon...lekin desi logon ke samne main aur zyada self-conscious ho jaati hoon."

"Theek hai...how about a nice saree which you can wear low on your hips with a nice backless blouse?"

"Mere babyeee...saree ek to bahut cumbersome hoti hai...makes it difficult to move around freely, I won't be able to dance with you freely...plus the way you have explained it...it will be as revealing as a ghagra choli...main bahut self conscious rahoongi, apna palu sambhalti rahoongi."

"Okay...wear a sexy salwar kameez...we are going shopping this weekend and I will pick a nice little sexy salwar kameez for you...no excuses for this." Rahul said with mock sternness.

"Theek hai meri jaan...sexy sa salwar kameez kharid do mere liye, apni jaan ke liye main pehan loongi." Pooja said lovingly.

She turned on her side with her back to Rahul as she closed her eyes. He spooned her from back pressing his crotch into her ass and put his arm around her waist. Feeling his hardness, she pushed back her plump ass onto Rahul's crotch.

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"Abhi sone ka irada lagta nahi hai?"


"Meri jaanu ki ass itni sexy hai ki meri neend hi uda di jab maine dekha." Saying that Rahul put his hand under her top and grabbed her firm b cup tit. He squeezed her tits and gently rolled and pinched the small, hard, pink nipples making her moan.

"Pehle aaj jab hum kitchen mein thay." She said shyly as she hesitated. "You used the hindi word for ass...bahut hi vulgar, cheap laga sun ke."

"Sorry baby...main bahut zyada turn on ho gaya tha aur bas moonh se nikaly gaya...bura laga tumhe?"

"Nahi...just thoda sa shocking laga...hindi main aise words kuch zyada hi dirty lagte hain."

Hearing her words got Rahul thinking and after staying quiet for a moment, he asked, "Tumhe hindi ke aise dirty words hain saare maaloom hain?"

"Haan maloom hai."

"Kaise pata chala tumhe...achhe ghar ki Indian ladkiyan toh aise words kabhi use nahi karti hain." He was surprised.

"Lekin remember I grew up in Delhi...all the men use it and quite a few times they don't even care who is around when they say it, in college boys used to talk among themselve we overheard it quite few times, plus a girl hears her father, brothers, uncles sometimes even use these kind of words." She explained. "Plus we girls are kind of curious too and we sometimes we talk about what we heard, joke about it, or if someone does not know meaning of a word ask about it."

"I see...that is how...to tumhe hindi mein saari dirty galiyan bhi maloom hogi?"

"Haan...I think so." She said shyly.

"Mujhe lagta tha meri jaan bholi bhali si hai...lekin tumhe to saari gandi words bhi maloom hai."

"Meri galti thori hai ki tum mard log aise words masoom ladkiyon ke samne use karte ho...jaise tumne aaj use kiya."

"Sahi baat hai...ek baat boloon...kabhi kabhi mera bada mann karta hai sex ke time pe tumse dirty talk karne ka." Rahul huskily whispered into her ear, kissing her sensitive neck and pinched her small, pink nipple.

Her pulse quickened hearing her husband. She responded demurely, "Achha...meri friend Jennifer bhi ek baari mujhe bata rahi thi ki uske husband ko dirty talk acha lagta hai sex karte hue."

"Jennifer ko acha lagta hai kya jab uska pati gandi gandi baatein karta hai?...usko gande gande naam se bulata hai?...gandi gandi gaaliyan use karta hai?" Rahul lustily whispered into her ear as he moved his hand from her tit and inserted it inside her shorts and panties feeling her smooth pussy. She instinctively separated her legs, giving better access to Rahul.

"Haan...Jennifer ko acha lagta hai." She moaned as she responded.

"Meri jaan ko acha lagega agar main gandi baatein karunga?...bahut tharki baatein karunga."

"Hindi aur English dono mein gandi baatein karoge mera saath jaanu?" She gasped as he started rubbing her swollen clit.

"Haan dono mein...hindi mein aur zyada dirty lagega...very filthy and vulgar...bolo accha lagega jab gandi gandi baatein bolunga? Bilkul cheap talk? Sadak chhap baatein with no respect?" He said to her as he inserted two fingers into her pussy and kept rubbing her clit.

She grunted and mewled as he finger fucked her. "Maloom nahi...jaanu." She was breathing hard with her mouth open and eyes half closed.

"Teri choot jaisi gilli ho rakhi hai...mujhe lagta hai tujhe acha lagega." Rahul said crudely.

A shock went through her mind hearing her loving husband use such disrespectful language. Being from a very respectful family no one had ever talked to her in such way, using such words.. It was very shocking hearing her loving educated husband say 'Teri, Tujhe' to her and saying 'choot.' This is the kind of language used by the uneducated people, people belong to lower social strata.

She spread her legs even more for her husband.

"Haan ache is tange khol apne yaar ke liye...tabhi tujhe pura maza ayega." Hearing the lusty cheap hindi talk and continued ministrations of her husband, she started cumming hard. She grunted loudly as she clamped her legs close trapping her husband's hand. Her toes curled she desperately grabbed the bedsheets.

Rahul just loved the sight of watching Pooja cum. He softly, lovingly kissed her cheeks and neck as she came. "I love you so much jaanu." He whispered into her ear.

After she came down from her orgasmic high, she unclasped her legs to release Rahul's trapped hand. She could still feel some mini orgasms going off in her pussy and her legs slightly trembled. She always experience these after an intense orgams. Something akin to aftershocks after a big earthquake.

She shyly turned her face back to look at her husband and he started loving kissing her.

"That was really intense." She said shyly.

"I guess you kind of like the cheap, dirty talk." He said with a smile.

"Jaanu...please." She said with embarrassment. "Please kuch nahi bolo iss bare mein."

Rahul immediately understood that his shy wife even though was turned on by the dirty talk, she was feeling too ashamed to think about it or talk with him about it. He knew now that she would not mind if he talks dirty to her.

Rahul proceeded to take off her clothes and made gentle love to her without talking dirty. It was just a way for him to reassure her and make her feel like a lady who is loved by her husband.

He decided that he will only talk dirty to her when he just Fucked her. When it was all about just sex, wanton, depraved, carnal, animalistic sex. When she was not a lady to him but just a dirty little slut, a piece of meat , a fuckhole to satiate his sexual hunger.

Later Rahul searched online and found a nice boutique that sold sexy designer salwar kameez. The store was in another city close to where they lived. He decided to go to the store Saturday afternoon and on their way back go to a night club.

Saturday late afternoon when Pooja was about to get ready, he told her to wear something sexy.

"Rahul!...tumhara dimag to thikane pe hai...hum desi store pe jaa rahe hain, pata nahi kaun mil jaye, koi jaan pehchan wala na mil jaye...kya sochenge mujhe dekh kar...store pe kaam karne wali bhi desi honge woh kya sochenge mere bare mein." She protested and stared at Rahul after expressing her concern.

"Are you done?...meri puri baat to suno pehle...ye boutique hamare city mein nahi hai...door hai yahan se...so don't worry." He explained to her.

"But phir bhi...store mein to desi log kaam karte honge." She weakly protested.

"Us se kya farak padta hai...tum koi bilkul slutty kapde thode pehan ke jaoge...just something sexy and elegant showing a little bit of skin in a classy way...so many girls wear clothes like it. Plus we'll go dancing...to a night club" He reassured her.

"Okay...kya pehnu main?" Her pulse quickened hearing about go to a night club. It will be the first time they will be going dancing since they got married.

"Woh jo tumhari light blue wali skirt jo tumhare mid-thighs tak aati hai... woh pehan lo...sexy lagti hai meri jaan usme...tumhari gori, gori, smooth legs ko main admire kar sakta hoon." He said with a smile. "Aur uske saath koi bhi stylish, sexy top pehan lena.

She smiled back at him and went to get ready.

When she came back Rahul was very pleased to see how pretty and sexy she looked. Even though the skirt was tight around her hips, it was free flowing. But it was made of fabric that clung to the body. Rahul really liked how the skirt stuck to her thighs and her round ass. When she walked, a person could clearly see her ass undulate enticingly under the skirt. The three inch open toed heels she wore with the skirt made her look even more hot. With the skirt she was wearing a short sleeved white top with v-neck, showing a slight cleavage, she looked sexy and elegant.

He liked the way the 'choora' looked on her slender wrists. "Wow baby...you look so hot." Rahul was very happy with what she had chosen to wear with the skirt he had suggested. Pooja was very please seeing the look on his face.

"Mujhe lagta hai mera baby khush hai meri choice se." She happily smiled at him. "You are right I worry too much...just give me some time...I will get over my inhibitions."

"I know jaan...you will..." Rahul said. "Ye toh batao...bra aur panties kaunsi pehni hai?" Rahul asked.

Pooja smiled teasingly at him and said, "Mere jaanu ko jaisi achi lagti hai waisi."

"Woh lacy bra, almost see through wali...aur uske saath thong?" Rahul guessed.

"Right about the bra and panties...woh jo black bralette tumko pasand hai...aur black lacy thong." The sheer bralette bra is just perfect for her small, firm breasts.

Rahul groaned hearing that. "Nice...badi sexy lagti hai tumhari ass usme...puri nangi rehti hai ass aur woh bra mein tumhare chote, firm boob bade mast lagte hain." He said lustily and pulled her towards him and tried to pull up her skirt.

"Stop baby...abhi jaana hai humne...wapas aake club se...tum aur bhi excited hoge." She really wanted to please her husband. She turned around her showed him her posterior, "Achi lagti hai na tumko...skirt jaise chupki hui hai mere peeche."

Rahul immediately understood that she was indicating that she will be more open and playful at the club. It excited him thinking about it. "I really like what I am hearing...bahut mast lag rahi tumhari ass is clinging skirt mein." He said with a smile.

"Haan...tum jo chahte ho ki mein sexy kapde pehnu, relaxed rahun, enjoy karun tumhare saath...I really want to do it...mujhe maloom hai tum frustrate ho jaate hoge mujhse...I want to be sexy for you, jaisa tum chahte ho." She said to him softly

"Jaan main frustrate nahi hota hoon tumse aisa mat socho...yes I really do like it when you are sexily dressed and other men cannot keep their eyes off you."

"Okay...I will change my mindset...mera jaanu chahta hai ki main sexy dikhoon...I will do it...par jab koi desi aadmi ghurta hai mujhe then I get very uncomfortable...they just seem so lecherous, just keep staring...I wish they could be more like Sanjay jiju."

Hearing about Sanjay, Rahul started laughing.

"Tum hans kyun rahe ho?" Pooja seemed very surprised.

"Tumhara Sanjay jiju bada chaloo hai...cruise pe jab bhi usko lagta tha ki Rashmi aur tum nahi dekh rahe ho, uski puri nazar tumhara jism pe hoti thi." He told her. "Tum bikini mein itni sexy lagti ho...gora gora jism, flat stomach, mast ass, mast tange...tumhare jiju ki nazar hi nahi hat rahi thi."

"I cannot believe it...mujhe laga ki woh actually different hai, baki tharki middle aged desi mard jaise nahi hai." She sounded disappointed.

"I don't blame him...meri biwi hai hi itni khoobsurat...tum itna sochna band karo ki desi aadmi kya sochega tumhare bare mein...just enjoy the attention."

"Yeah easy tumhare liye bolna."

"Okay do one thing...abhi hum Indian kapdon ke boutique mein ja rahe hain, wahan koi na koi desi aadmi hoga...he will stare at you...tumhare jaisi khubsoorat, Indian ladki short skirt mein...desi aadmi tumhe ghure ga zaroor and you cannot do anything about it, just accept that it will happen...enjoy the attention...tharki sa middle aged aadmi, lusting for you...will you try to do it?" He asked.

"Okay...I will." She said shyly.

On their drive to the boutique, Rahul kept his hand on her, feeling her creamy thighs and marvelled at the smoothness of her skin. Pooja naturally did not get hair on most of her body except for hair in her armpits and her pussy which she always shaved. Rahul liked her pussy to be completely devoid of hair.

He ran his hand up and down her thighs and playfully tried to move it under her skirt. She immediately pushed his hand away.

"You are going to get us is in trouble...car chalane pe dhyan do...aage dekho." She playfully admonished her.

The boutique was in an upscale small strip mall. When they entered the mall there were two customers in the store and there was one man helping out the the two ladies. The man seemed to be the owner of the store. He seemed to be in his mid fifties with greying hair and beard.

As Rahul and Pooja entered the store, he greeted them pleasantly, "Hello...please have a look around...I will be with you after I have helped these beautiful ladies." Saying that he ran his eyes up and down Pooja's body and then went back to helping the two women customers.

Rahul and Pooja headed towards the section where the salwar kameez were. They looked at he clothes and Pooja was very impressed by the quality and the various designer labels available.

As they looked through clothes Pooja kept waiting for Rahul to tell her which one he liked.

Soon the other two ladies the shop owner was assisting left and the he came to them. "Hello, my name is Javed...to aap log India se hain?" He asked as he ran his eyes over Pooja.

"Haanji...I am Rahul and this is my wife Pooja...aap bhi India se hain?"

"Nahi main Pakistan se hoon...tum dono newly married ho." Javed said with a smile gesturing towards Pooja's choora. "Kab hui shaadi?" He looked at Pooja and asked her.

"Abhi ek mahina hi hua hai." She told him.

"Very nice...congratulations to both of you...and young man you are very lucky to have such a beautiful wife." Javed grinned as he blatantly checked out her hot body again.

"So how can I help you two...salwar kameez kharidni hai?"

"Yes...wohi dekh rahe thay." Rahul responded.

"Pooja batao kaisi style ki, design mein chahiye...phir main help kar sakta hoon salwar kameez dikhane mein...kaise type a salwar kameez chahiye...churidar, anarkali, punjabi style?"

"Not sure." Pooja had not thought about what kind she wanted to buy since she expected Rahul to pick the one for her.

"With a nice slim body like yours...and you have nice long legs...tumhari jaisi body pe to churidar ya phir anarkali style sahi rahega." Javed said nonchalantly and he starts taking some churidar and anarkali suits from the rack and starts showing to Pooja.

She looks at Rahul and he shook his head that he does not like any of them. Javed immediately noticed the interaction between them.

"Yeh agar pasand nahi hai to aur bhi stylish salwar kameez hai...aur kuch dikhaoon." He asked Rahul. "Batao exactly kaisi type ki salwar kameez leni hai apni wife ke liye." Now Javed understood that it was Rahul who was going to select the salwar kameez for his wife.

"Ek party mein jana hai uske liye thoda stylish, party salwar kameez leni hai." Rahul explained.

"Okay something sexy and stylish then." Javed understood what Rahul wanted right away. He had sold sexy dresses to other husbands before who like to show off their wives.He then led the couple to another section of the store where more salwar kameez were hanging.

"Party dresses mein aaj kal ghagra choli bahut popular Indian ladkiyon mein...tumhari biwi badi sexy lagegi usme...party mein koi nazar nahi hata payega Pooja se."

"Ghagra Choli nahi...Pooja comfortable feel nahi karegi usme." Rahul said looking at Pooja and he smiled.

"Okay...chalo phir yeh dekho...sab bade hi nice party salwar kameez hain." He pointed to a very stylish collection of salwar kameez. Rahul and Pooja selected three salwar kameez for her to try on.

Again her deeply embedded hesitation about calling an older desi man by his name surfaced and she asked, "Uncle yeh fitting room kahan hai?"

Javed pointed towards the corner of the store and said, "Woh udhar corner pe hai."

The fitting room was at the back of the store and not clearly visible being surrounded by racks of clothes. As she came close to the fitting room she saw that it has curtains in place of a door. She felt uneasy looking at the the curtains and how the curtains ended a few inches above the floor. Her lower legs would be visible to anyone who would be standing in front of the fitting room.

As she walked away Javed could not help but look at her ass visibly undulating under the clingy skirt. "Rahul ek baat batao, tumhari wife America mein pali badi hui hai?" Javed asked curiously.

"Nahi...jab woh solah saal ki thi tab ayee thi...kyun puch rahe hain aap?"

"Main thoda surprise hua ki woh aisi sexy skirt pehan rakhi hai...lekin ghagra choli pehne se sharmati hai...aur phir yahan per pali hui ladki toh easily revealing kapde pehan leti hain...kuch baat samajh mein nahi ayee thi...lekin ab samajh raha hoon." He smiled lecherously. "Tumko acha lagta hai tumhari biwi sexy kapde pehenti hai toh."

"Haan...achi lagti hai Pooja sexy kapde mein...she has a nice body for sexy clothes." Rahul said proudly.

"Chalo fitting room ke paas khade hote hain...Pooja bahar ayegi to dekhna kaunsi salwar kameez tumhe pasand aati hai."

Standing in front of the fitting room, Rahul was surprised to see that the fitting room had curtains and ended few inches above the floor. He glanced at the older man and saw that Javed's eyes were focused on Pooja's lower legs that were visible beneath the curtain.

Pooja's heart rate quickened hearing the voices of the two men close to the fitting room. She was filled with mixture of nervousness and excitement knowing that a stranger standing with her husband would be able to partially see her taking off her skirt and try on clothes.

Her heart beating erratically she took off her open toed heels. But she was feeling very shy so she turned her back to the curtains before taking off her clothes. Then biting her lower lip nervously, she unsnapped her skirt, lowered the zip letting the skirt fall around her pretty dainty feet.

Rahul heard a sharp intake of breath emanate from Javed as Pooja's skirt fell around her feet. The older man touched the front of his pants as she quickly bent down and picked up the skirt. She then proceeded to take off the top and hung them on the hooks on the wall..

Rahul felt a pit in the bottom of stomach knowing that his wife was a few feet away behind a curtain standing just in her flimsy bra and panties. He glanced at Javed who was rubbing the front of his pants and was completely riveted by what was happening behind the curtain.

Both the men watched as she put on the salwar which was basically the tight churidar style.and then stood straight as she put on the kameez.

After checking how she looks in the mirror she pushed apart the curtain and stepped out.

"Yeh kaisi lag rahi hai?" She looked at Rahul and nervously asked.

Both the man just stared at her without saying a word for a moment and then Javed said to her, "Apni heels bhi pehno...sexy lagta hai heels ke saath."

She looked at Rahul and he just nodded at her. He looked behind her inside the fitting room and saw the small skirt and her top on the wall hook.

Pooja put on her heels and came back. "Ab bolo...yeh salwar kameez achi lag rahi hai."

"Thoda chal ke dikhao...aage peeche...ghumo pura...modeling karo tab jyada pata chalega ki kaisa lag raha hai." Said Javed without giving an opportunity to Rahul say anything.

She looked towards Rahul and he said, "Haan thodi si modeling karo." She walked away from them then walked back towards them and did a pirouette. Stopping she looked at Rahul expectantly.

The salwar kameez she was wearing was the Anarkali style. It has quite a bit of embroidery and looked very elegant. The kameez has a v-neck with long sleeves. The kameez was tight at the upper body and then blossomed out ending below her knees.

Rahul stared at her and shook her head. "Theek hai...lekin kuch khas nahi"

She went back in and tried the next one. The salwar was again Anarkali style with short sleeve and sweetheart style neckline. Both the men watched with rapt attention as she took off salwar kameez put on the next one.

The second salwar kameez showed slight cleavage and the back of the kameez was square and low. Pooja looked good in it but Rahul was still not impressed with it. He was also not impressed with the third one.

Suddenly Javed remembered that he had a cotton salwar kameez in churidar style that was pretty sexy. Since it was made of cotton and not very flashy, he had not put it with the party salwar kameez collection.

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"Mere paas ek suit hai...mujhe lagta hai tumhe pasand ayega Rahul." Saying that Javed went to get it.


He came back with peach colored, churidar salwar kameez with nice embroidery. Rahul immediately liked the look of it.

"I like this one...dikhne mein bahut acha hai." Rahul said as Javed handed him the salwar kameez. As Rahul looked over the salwar kameez, he liked how soft and thin the fabric felt. It had some nice embroidery around the edges and on the bust. The kameez was sleeveless, with a deep scoop neck and a really low back, like a backless dress.

"Yeh pehan ke dikhao baby." Rahul handed her the churidar salwar kameez.

Grabbing it, Puja went inside the fitting room and pulled the curtain close. But she did not realize that this time she had not completely pulled the curtains together completely. There was a small gap and she was partly visible.

She again turned her back towards the curtain as she pulled the drawstring to take off the salwar.

Javed looked at Rahul and both the men stared at each other for a moment with Javed smugly smiling. Rahul's heart beat erratically as a sense of uneasiness came over him knowing that the older Pakistani man is going to see his wife in her underwear. But at the same time he felt his cock harden and he turned his face away to look at his wife.

Completely oblivious that there is a gap between the curtains, Pooja took off the salwar and then the kameez. Standing in the fitting room wearing just her the black thong and the flimsy, sheer bralette with her back towards the curtains.

Both the men could partially see her scantily clad nubile body as she moved to pick up the other churidar salwar kameez. Javed looked mesmerized as he stared at her smooth, fair skin. The narrow waist, flaring hips, the beautiful round ass with the back of the thong completely disappearing between the creamy fleshy globes, her long toned legs. Javed liked how the black skinny straps of her bralette looked on her smooth back.

"Kya mast gora gora jism hai...saali ki gaand badi mast hai." Javed said to no one in particular as he kept running his eyes over her. His voice was filled with lust and he was rubbing his now erect lund over his pyjamas in front of Rahul.

Rahul was stunned hearing the words from Javed. It sounded so dirty and lecherous. His hard cock twitched and he knew hhe wanted hear more of his lecherous talks.

As Pooja picked up the other salwar kameez to try on, she felt something amiss and glanced back. Her eyes opened wide with shock as she saw two pair of lustful eyes staring at her. Her face turned crimson as she quickly pulled the curtains close.

She stood in the fitting room feeling completely ashamed. But as she remembered the smoldering, lusty look in the eyes of the two men and how they were rubbing their crotch an involuntary shiver went through her body. She rationalized that how excited and happy Rahul must be. This is what he wants, to show her off and he got it. Thinking about Rahul she steeled herself and put on the churidar salwar kameez.

The salwar kameez was a perfect fit. She wore the white churidar salwar at her hips like a low rise jeans. It is tighter fitting at the hips, thighs and ankles and looks, felt more like leggings. Like a typical churidar salwar the length is longer than the legs. The extremes are crinkled and crumpled to fit.

The sleeveless, peach kameez came down to her knees. The deep scoop neck showed off most of her upper chest. With tantalizing view of the upper swell of her small, firm breasts and the cleft between them. The back of the kameez is low, almost coming down to the middle of her back showing the skinny straps of her bra. The kameez perfectly fit her svelte body, clinging to it. If someone watched real closely they will be able to almost see her skin through the thin, embroidered, cotton fabric of the peach colored kameez.

Despite her misgivings, she felt good wearing it. Pooja knew she looked hot and Rahul would just love it. The only thing she did not like about it was the way her bra straps were showing in the back.

Taking a deep breath she pushed apart the curtains and stepped outside. "Rahul...yeh kaisi lag rahi hai?" She asked locking eyes with Rahul. She was feeling too ashamed to look at Javed.

"This is very nice...bahut khoobsurat lag rahi ho." Rahul kept staring at her. He liked how the salwar kameez looked on her. He could make out that she was wearing the salwar low at her hips and could almost see her flat stomach and bellybutton through the kameez.

"Tumhari biwi badi sexy lag rahi hai miyan...party mein logon ki nazar nahi hatne wali tumhari biwi ki sexy jism se." Javed said with a chuckle. "Pooja ghumo to zara...dekhen toh peeche se kaisi lagti ho salwar kameez pehan ne ke baad." He said lecherously with a smirk.

Pooja blushed and felt the heat rising to her face knowing that Javed was referring to seeing her in underwear.

"Haa Pooja dikhao suit peeche se kaisa dikhta hai." Rahul also demanded..

She shyly turned around so that her husband and the older man could see her posterior.

"Bahut sexy lag rahi hai tumhari biwi...bahut lucky ho itni sexy biwi hai tumhari...gora jism bilkul perfect hai aisi sleeveless, low back kameez ke liye...mast lag rahi hai nangi baahein, nangi peeth...itni mast tarah se fit hui hai tumhari biwi ki patli kamar pe, ubhare hue hips pe...mast gol chuttar pe." Javed's words were dripping with lust and he was completely mesmerized staring at her nubile body.

Hearing his lusty tone and words Pooja was shocked but felt a little bit of thrill too. She herself was surprised by own reaction and quickly turned around and said to Rahul, "Tumhe agar pasand hai toh...yeh salwar kameez kharid lete hain...shaam hone lagi hai...we need to leave."

"Haan...I like it...bas ek cheez theek nahi lagi...tumhari bra straps nazar aa rahi hai." Rahul said thoughtfully.

"Bra mil jaati hai aise backless dress ke liye woh kharid loongi main." Pooja responded.

"Rahul mujhe lagta hai Pooja yeh salwar kameez bina bra ke pehan sakti hai...iske boobs chote hain or mast firm hai, support ki zaroorat hai nahi iske boobs ko...kameez bhi thodi is padded hai bust area mein, tau bina bra ke bhi iske nipple normal way me nahi dikhenge, haan agar tumhaari sexy biwi kisi karan se garam ho gayi aur uske nipples kade ho gaye tau shayad dikh sakte hain, per phir bhi tum bina bra ke ley jana party mein apni khubsoorat biwi ko...bahut hot rahega." Javed suggested brazenly.

"Hmmm...yes idea bura nahi hai...Pooja pehan sakti hai bina bra ke." Rahul felt excited about his wife not wearing a bra at the party.

"Forget about it...main bra ke bina ye kameez nahin pehan ne wali." Pooja said firmly.

"Okay...theek hai...baad mein dekh lenge." Rahul responded. "Toh boliye Javed bhai kitne ka yeh salwar kameez hai?"

"Arrey miyan...kuch dene ki zaroorat nahin hai." Javed said. "Aaj pehli baari hua hai ki main khush hoon ki dukan mein aur koi customer nahi aaya." Javed chuckled. "Aaj pehli baari itna enjoy kiya hai maine customer ko help karte hue." He said suggestively.

"I don't think this is right...hum yeh free mein nahi lena chahte." Suddenly Pooja interjected.

"Toh...aisa soch lo ki meri taraf se tohfa hai...tum dono ke liye...wedding gift to make things exciting for both of you." Javed winked at Pooja.

"Javed bhai...yeh theek nahi hai...kuch discount kar lo but free is just too much." Rahul insisted.

"Tum dono decide karo keemat...mein kapde change karke aati hoon." Saying that Pooja walked towards the fitting room. Without even thinking Pooja put a little extra sway in her hips as she walked away. Even though she was afraid to admit it, she was enjoying the attention of the two men. Enjoying the look of desire in their eyes for her.

Watching her smooth naked back, her swaying hips, made him overcome his restraint and Javed said to Rahul, "Rahul tum itna insist kar rahe ho toh...tum mujhe paise mat do...lekin ek mast si yaad de sakte ho paise ke badle."

"Matlab?...kaisi yaad?" Rahul was perplexed but he knew it has to do something with his wife. He looked towards the fitting room as Pooja closed the curtains.

"Mujhe tumhari biwi ko kapde badalte hue dekhna hai...bahut sexy hai tumhari nayi naveli dulhan, poori zindagi yaad rakhunga uska sexy jism...ye kimat manzoor hai?." The older man looked expectantly at Rahul. "Agar nahin manzoor hai...toh bhi koi baat nahi." Javed smiled.

Rahul just kept looking at Javed without saying anything. He was stunned by the bold demand of this man he barely knew. He felt disquieted by the request. But at the same time the idea of another man watching his wife while she is wearing only her underwear excited her. He looked towards the fitting room and immediately noticed that Pooja is standing still, completely unmoving.

She had heard what Javed had said. With her heart beating erratically, she stood still behind the curtain waiting with bated breath. Waiting to see what her kinky husband would do.

Even though he is filled with anxiety, Rahul says while his heart thumps inside his chest, "Theek hai...lekin dukan ka darwaza bandh kar lo, aur koi na a jaye."

"Okay...main darwaza bandh karta hoon...tum Pooja ko bahar bula lo." Saying that Javed pursed his lips in a self-satisfied smirk.

Rahul walked up to the fitting room and pushed apart the curtains.

Pooja nervously looked at her husband. "Jaanu...hum yeh kya kar rahe hain...woh itni umar wala, pakistani aadmi hai...tum chahte ho ki main uske samne kapde badlun?...yeh bilkul theek nahin hai, kisi ko pata chala...kisi ko isi ne bata diya?" She was was filled with apprehension and fear and excitement.

"Kisi ko nahi pata chalega...yeh humko jaanta nahi hai, hamari jaan pehchan mein kisi ko nahi jaanta...aur store mein kahin bhi camera bhi nahin laga hua." He reassured. "Phir usne toh tumhe already dekha hai underwear mein...chalo bahar aa jao."

Pooja reluctantly stepped outside the fitting room as Javed came back.

"Darwaza bandh kar diya...store ka open ka sign bhi band kar diya hai." Javed said with a self satisfied smile. He was very eager to see the just married, Indian beauty in her sexy underwear.

Pooja nervously looked at the two men and then lifted the front of her kameez in order to get to the drawstring holding the salwar at her hips. She pulled open the drawstring and then pushed her tight churidar salwar down. Her hands trembled as she disrobed herself in front of a stranger.

"Rahul...tumhe apni biwi ke kapde utaarne me help karni chahiye, bahut nervous lag rahi hai." Javed said to him.

Rahul undestood that Javed was deliberately using dirty language and he didnt mind it at all. He simply nodded and got down on her knees to help Pooja take off the tight churidar salwar. She put her hand on her husband's shoulder for support as he took off her salwar so that another man could see her scantily clad body.

Pooja had taken off her heels to take off the churidar salwar so as soon as Rahul pulled off the salwar, Javed said lecherously, "Pooja heels wapas pehan le...bahut sexy lagti hain teri gori gori tange heels mein."

Both Rahul and Pooja immediately noticed that the older Pakistani man did not talk to her in the respectful way he was talking earlier and also he was openly rubbing the front of his pants. Both of them just pretended as if it was nothing.

Rahul grabbed the heels and help his wife slide her feet into them.

"Nice...mast lag rahi hai teri nangi tange." It was like lust was dripping from his mouth.

Rahul stood up in front of her grabbing the hem of the kameez and pulled it off her.

"Ab theek hai jaanu?...sexy lag rahi hoon main?...you enjoying showing me off, kisi unjaan aadmi ke samne Adhnangi khadi hun mein aur tum dekh rahe ho?" She whispered huskily, breathing hard. She was looking up to her husband and her face had turned crimson with embarrassment. "Main apne jaanu ke liye sexy dikhna chahti hoon."

"Haan jaan...bahut sexy lag rahi hai...Javed toh apni nazar hi nahi hata pa raha hai tumhari sexy body se." Rahul whispered back lustily and gently kissed her.

"Arrey yaar samne se toh hato Rahul...tumhari biwi ka sexy jism toh dekhne do." Javed said impatiently.

Rahul moved aside as Pooja kept staring at her husband. She was feeling butterflies in her stomach..

"Kya mast chikna, gora badan hai...saali puri maal hai." Javed said lecherously. "Tere mamay bade mast lag rahe hain iss bra mein...zara ghum toh...teri mast gaand dekhni hai...yeh choti is kachi mein bahut sexy lag rahi hai tu...puri gaand nangi hai teri."

It was very shocking to both Rahul and Pooja hearing the coarse language being used by the older man.

"Main nahi ghumungi...sirf kapde badalna hai maine tumhare samne." Pooja responded firmly.

"Chal koi baat nahi...ja apne kapde toh liya fitting room se." Javed said with a smug smile.

Pooja looked at her husband shyly and he gestured her to do it. She turned her back to Javed and walked towards the fitting room.

The young, newly married woman's svelte body is a delectable sight in just the lacy thong panties, sheer bralette, and heels. Javed lustily stared at her hot body. He was an ass man and his cock twitched seeing her naked ,creamy, round ass cheeks undulate sexily.

The young wife quickly retrieved her skirt and top and put them back on. She was very concerned about the whole thing getting out of hand. She could feel the lusty eyes of both the men on her body.

"Bahut khush naseeb ho jo tum roz raat ko isko bistar mein leke jate ho." Javed said with a wistful longing tone.

"Woh toh hoon mein. aur sirf bister me leke hi nahi jaata hun roz do baar isko chodta bhi hun aur aona lund bhi chusaata hun" Rahul huskily said to him as he picked up the salwar kameez and handed to him.

Javed put the clothes in a bag and handed it to Pooja. "Is ke saath dupatta toh diya nahi?" She asked.

"Sorry bhool gaya...tum cheez hi ho aisi, aadmi ka dimag kharab kar do." He hungrily ran his eyes over her body as he went to get the dupatta. Although he was saddened by the abrupt end to this Lusty sahow by the newly wedded Housewife and wanted to prolong it a bit more so when he was picking the dupatta an idea struck his mind. He knew that the husband wouldn't mind going ahead with some more kinks and there was no harm in trying.
And trurning towards them he said " Yeh Keemat sirf Dress ke liye Fix Hui thi Aur Dupatte ke liye tumhe kuchh aur bhi karna padega".
Pooja immediately said " But dupatta tau dress ke sath hi aata hai".
rahul also saw the opprtunity to prolong the show further and said" Never Mind, tum jaldi se apni mkeemat bolo and get over with iit, but strictly no TOUCHING".
Jave said "Aree miyan touch ki baat nahi hai mein chahta hun ki tum apni biwi ki mast Gaand mujhe uski chhoti si Kachhi utar ker poori Nangi karke dikhao, tau sari jindagi use yaad ker ke mein sapno me hi maza leta rahun"
Pooja was about to protest but Rahul Interjected saying Chalo tumhaari yeh khwahish bhi poori ker dete hain and went in front of Pooja and turned her towards the wall and lifted her mini skirt fully and took down her thong baring her ass fully to lusty gaze of jaaved and said, Dekh lo Javedbhai meri biwi ki Nangi GAAND, aur yeh hai uski Makhmali Gaand ka Chhed, and saying so he parted her ass-cheeks fully and opened her anal holy fully to Javed who was openly caressing his lund by now.

He said "maza aa gaya kasam se aise show ke liye tau mein apne boutique ki sari dresses tumhari sexy biwi ko gift ker dun" and He handed her the dupatta which was peach colored and basically transparent.

"Is salwar kameez ke saath jab yeh dupatta logi to aur bhi zyada sexy lagogi." He smiled lecherously at her. "Ye party mein pehne ke baad tumhe ghagra choli pehan ne mein koi sharam nahin aayegi...agli baar tum ghagra choli lene ke liye aana...jaise bologi waise silwa denge...bilkul sexy, backless. hips pe bilkul low pehan ne wali...jaise yeh skirt pehni hai tumne."

"Theek hai...agar Pooja tayar ho jayegi ghagra choli pehan ne ke liye toh hum phir aayenge." Rahul responded.

"Bas aane se ek din pehle phone kar dena mujhko." Javed handed Rahul his business card. "Mere cell par call karna."

"Kyon?" Rahul enquired.

"Meri biwi bhi yahan help karti hai...ek aur aurat hai jo kaam karti hai hamare liye...agar mujhe pata hoga tum dono kab aane wale ho toh main make sure karoonga ki dukan mein main akela hi hoon aur dukan busy bhi na ho." He winked conspiratorially at Rahul. "We will have fun."

As they sat down in the car, Rahul lustily kissed his wife. "Jaanu you were so sexy...bahut hi hot tha." He put his hand on her thigh and feeling up her smooth inner thighs, moved his hand up.

She shyly smiled at her husband, "Acha laga tumhe...yehi chahte ho...aise show off karna chahte ho apni biwi ko...dusre aadmiyon ko apni biwi ka Nanga badan dikhana chahte ho aise?" She separated her thighs as her husband cupped her panty covered pussy.

"Haan meri jaan aise hee...meri biwi itni khubsoorat aur sexy hai...I love showing you off to other men." He pulled the gusset of her panties aside and ran a finger between her wet slit, rubbed her clit making Pooja moan.

"Rahul...baby...ghar chale?" She was breathing hard and spread her legs even more.

"Abhi nahi...club jayenge...have a little bit of fun" He said to her as he started rubbing her clit harder.

"Wahan apni biwi ko aur kisi aadmi ke saath dance karte hue dekhna hai?...watch other men check out your wife?" She was very aroused, her eyes were half closed as she said these provocative things to her husband.

"Haan jaanu...dekhna hai." Rahul said lustily as he shoved two fingers inside his wife's sopping wet pussy.

"Aur kya dekhna meri jaan ne?...dekhna hai dance karte hue koi anjaan aadmi tumhari biwi ke jism per haath pher raha hai?" She said lustily as she bucked her hips up.

Even though Rahul was shocked hearing what Pooja just said but also felt relieved. Finally the kink he had been unable to accept freely was out in the open. His wife understood his depraved desires.

"Haan jaanu...dekhna hai aur kisi aadmi ke haath meri biwi ke jism pe...feeling you up...dekhna hai aur kisi aadmi ko meri biwi ki gaand dabate hue, abhi tak tau kisi aur aadmi ne tumhaari gand sirf Nangi dekhi hi hai mein chahta hun ko koi aur aadmi tumhaari is sexy gaand ko dabaye bhi" He said lewdly.

"Rahul...Rahul...tum bahut kinky ho...tumhara dimag kitna ganda hai...tumhare words bhi kitne gande hain." Her voices was filled with desire and excitement. She put her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to kiss him while continuing to buck up her hips. Rahul continued to finger fuck her.

As she hungrily kissed her husband, she started cumming hard. She tightly held on to her husband as her body convulsed. The intense sexual release coursed through her body.

After a couple of minutes she let go of her husband and just leaned back on the car seat with her eyes closed. "I am so glad ki hamari car ke windows tinted hai aur koi car hamare aas paas parked nahi hai." She said shyly. Her skirt was still bunched at her upper thighs and the gusset of her panites pulled aside showing her glistening pussy lips.

Rahul rubbed his hard cock through his pants as he stared at the lewd sight of his exposed wife.

Pooja slowly opened her eyes and turned to look at her husband. Seeing him rubbing his cock she said to him, "Ghar chalte hain Rahul...I will take care of you."

"Nahi...I am ok...club chalte hain." He continued staring at her as she fixed her panties and skirt. "It is more important for me that you have an orgasm...it is hot...when you cum." He kissed her lovingly.

They stopped at a restaurant to eat before heading to the club.

At the club the first thing Rahul did was to get Pooja a tequila shot. He wanted her to be relaxed. They danced a little bit and then came back to the bar to get more drinks. As they were sipping on drinks a few times it happened that girls came up to Pooja to ask about the bangles she was wearing, choora. Pooja explained the significance of her bangles and the girls were awed.

As usual Rahul was discreetly looking around to see if anyone was checking out Pooja. He noticed a few guys look at her, run their eyes over her body. But he knew no one would come up to her until he left her alone for a bit.

"Pooja main restroom ja ke aaya."

She gave him a naughty smile, it was a sign that Rahul had seen someone eyeing her and wanted to give some space. "Theek hai...koi dance ke liye puchta hai toh...accept kar loon?"

"Haan accept kar lena...koi drink buy karne ke liye offer karta hai to woh bhi accept kar lena." Rahul winked at her and left her alone at the bar.

When he returned, Pooja was standing between two Hispanic guys, chatting with them. He immediately noticed she had a fresh drink in her hand.

"Hey baby...this is Javier and Sergio...they are very nice, just bought me a drink." Pooja smiled when she saw Rahul and raised up her drink to show Rahul.

"Man a beautiful girl like her...you should not leave alone...you know how guys here are...we immediately came by to keep the other guys with bad intentions away from your pretty girl." Sergio said with a grin.

"Thats cool man...really nice of you." Rahul smiled back at Sergio and Javier.

"So your wife was just telling us about these red and white bangles she is wearing," Javier said as he grabbed her wrist to show the bangles. "Pretty neat how it signifies that she is a newly wed." Javier seemed impressed. "It looks cool too...I like it."

"So you guys from India...Indian girls are pretty...I had a friend who dated an Indian chick, very pretty...but unlike you two she was born here...that girl was hot and freaky." Sergio chuckled. "My friend just loved banging her...the things he used to tell us it would give a guy with ED an erection." Both the Hispanic guys burst out laughing.

"Have not seen you guys here before?...first time here?" Javier enquired.

"No...we have been here before...but we are not anything like regulars here...it seems you two are regulars?" Rahul responded.

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"Oh yeah...we are...like this place a whole lot." Javier said.


"So where is your girlfriend?...how come neither of you came here with your girls?" Pooja asked suddenly. She had noticed that both of them were not wearing wedding bands.

Sergio started laughing. "Well...we came here to pick up girls...I would be really crazy to bring my girlfriend here." Javier started laughing too. "But Javier here does not have a girlfriend."

"So that is the reason you bought me a drink?" Pooja said with mock incredulity.

"You should feel good about it...we only go for the really hot ones...and even after knowing that you are married and are with your man we hung around." Javier charmingly smiled.

"Yeah I should feel honored that I was able to attract the attention of you two connoisseurs of hot women." She was smiling playfully. Pooja was enjoying the attention of the two men and the playful, flirty banter.

Pooja and Rahul took a liking to the two Hispanic guys. They were both charming and very funny. They decided to hang out with the two of them. It was very obvious to Javier and Sergio that Rahul did not mind other guys checking out his wife, both of them decided to take advantage of it. Both of them were very attracted to Pooja.

The three of them took turns dancing with her and slowly started becoming bolder while dancing with her. They started touching her more, started whispering naughty things in her ear. As the evening progressed their touching became more intimate and their whispering became more lusty and explicit.

"It seems your husband likes watching you dance...every time you have been on the dance floor with one of us his eyes has never left you...does he like watching you dance or does he really like watching you dance with another man?" Sergio asked putting emphasis on latter part of the statement.

Pooja's heart rate went up hearing Sergio's question, "No...he just likes watching me dance." She responded quickly.

Sergio playfully shook his head and said with a smile, "It seems to me Rahul really likes watching his wife with another man." He grinned and moving his hand all over her back, feeling the bra strap through the thin top.

"You know I really like the skirt you are wearing...so sexy the way it clings to your ass, showing off nicely your tight round ass...and that is why you are wearing this skirt to show off your ass...and it seems you either are not wearing panties or really small ones since I did not see any panty lines." Sergio said to her with a smirk.

"So that is where your eyes have been roaming...it seems I really have made you look...so do you think I am wearing panties or not?" Pooja smiled naughtily.

"Let me find out." Saying that he moved his hands down onto the upper swell of her ass and tried to feel through the fabric of the skirt for her panties. "It seems you are wearing a thong...very nice...I bet your ass is a hot sight just in a thong...I just want to properly feel your luscious ass." Sergio said to her lustily as he moved his hands lower.

"No...stop...you should not." She quickly put her hands on his wrist but did not really try to move his hands. She looked at her husband and was met with a stare that was filled with unbridled lust. Javier was also looking intensely towards her. "Don't...my husband is looking." She said with a husky tone.

"Something tells me that he would not mind watching me squeeze his sexy wife's hot ass." Sergio grabbed her ass over her skirt and kneaded it lustily. "Love your hot ass...let us get out of here...continue the party somewhere else in private where I can properly see your ass."

"No I don't think that is a good idea." Pooja smiled and removed his hands from her ass. "Let's take a break...I need a drink."

"It seems you guys were having a lot of fun dancing." Rahul said to them.

"Just trying to know your wife a little better." Sergio said boldly and put his arm around Pooja's waist pulling her closer to him.

She removed his arm from her waist and said, "I have to go to the restroom...be right back." She smiled at her husband and walked away.

The three men kept looking at her as she walked away.

Javier sighed and said to Rahul, "You are very lucky bro...that is one hot mamacita you have...you sure got your hands full with...we really like you bro, you are cool."

"Yeah...I am really liking hanging out with you and your hot girl." Sergio winked at Rahul. "Javier got some real good grass at his place...let's get out of here smoke some good shit have some fun...a private little party...what do you say?"

Rahul was completely caught off-guard by what Sergio was asking. It definitely turned him on showing off Pooja, seeing other men lust after her, even touch her. But he felt both excitement and apprehension thinking about another man having his way with her. If they went to Sergio's place, he knew he would definitely watch the two men take turns with his pretty wife, ravish her completely. His cock hardened and twitched thinking about it but at the same time he was filled with unease.

"I don't know man...I will talk with Pooja...see what she says." He responded unsurely.

"Sure...don't worry we will have some fun" Javier said in a reassuring tone. Sergio also decided to go to the restroom.

As Rahul chatted with Javier, he glanced towards the direction where the restrooms were and saw that Pooja was coming back. As he watched her, he saw a man come up to her. They hugged awkwardly and then talked a little bit. It seemed that they knew each other. Then as she started to walk away from that man, he stopped her and took out his cell phone. It was obvious he was asking for her phone number. She first shook her head as if saying no but the man was persistent and she told him her number.

When she came close to Rahul, he realized that she looked very flustered. She pulled him aside and said, "Jaanu...I want to go home."

"Everything okay?...woh kaun tha jis se tum abhi baat kar rahi thi?" Rahul was very concerned.

"Please chalte hain yahan se phir baat karenge." She pleaded with him.

"Theek hai...nikalte hain." He said hesitatingly as he thought about the invitation to Javier's place. "Javier bol raha tha ki hum yahan se nikal ke uske ghar ja sakte...wahan relax kar sakte hain...thoda fun kar sakte hain...jaana hai?" He asked unsurely. He felt very conflicted.

Pooja's heart rate went up hearing her husband's suggestion. She knew the only thing that would happen if she went to Javier place was that she was going to get fucked by three men in one night. She will be breaking her wedding wows with the two lusty, randy hispanic men while her horny husband would watch her ravishment. Her pussy pulsed and got wet at the thought of three men taking turns on her, mounting her again and again, using her like a slut.

She was shocked by her body's reaction to the debasing, perverted sexual thoughts. Pooja truly enjoyed sex but this was so wrong, so taboo. She is a married woman, a one man woman, she thought. "No baby...that is not a good idea...ghar chalte hain...I want to get out of here." Even as she said no, the feeling of randy lust did not leave her body.

"Okay...chalte hain hum." Rahul's voice was a mixture of relief and disappointment. When he informed Javier and Sergio they felt very disappointed. They exchanged phone numbers and told Rahul to get in touch if he wanted to hangout with them.

As they drove home, Rahul asked, "Who was that guy? Tum itni upset kyon ho gayi usse milne ke baad?"

"Uska naam Jason hai...mera ex-boyfriend." She said softly.

"Oh!...tum itni upset kyon ho gayi lekin usko mil kar?" Rahul asked in a confused tone. They had never talked about her exes.

"Jaan...woh mera first ever boyfriend tha...I guess kind of my first ever relationship, I think I really loved him at one point." She said with sadness.

"I see...do you still have feelings for him?...it seems that seeing him really got you emotional."

"Jaanu...the only man I have feelings for is you...he means nothing to me." She smiled at Rahul and took his hand into her hands. "Maine usko college ke baad dekha hi nahin tha...kind of was shocked seeing him...he was my first...nothing more than that." She said shyly.

Rahul's ears perked up understanding what she was implying. "So he is the one who took your virginity...your first...ab soch ke hairani ho rahi hai ki kabhi tumhare ex-boyfriends ke baare humne baat nahin ki...kitne ex-boyfriends hain meri jaan ke?" There was randiness in his voice now. The concern for her was now replaced with lust. He cock hardened thinking that he saw a man who has also fucked his wife.

"You make it sound so dirty." She said with a giggle. "Tum se pehle sirf two boyfriend thay mere." She had now recovered from the shock of seeing Jason and also noticed that her husband was turning lusty. She suspected that if she had not run into Jason, they would have ended up at Javier's place and the two hispanic men would have ravished her completely. Her pussy tingled and leaked moisture at the thought and she tightly clenched her thighs.

"Doosre ex-boyfriend ka kya naam hai?"

"Vikram."

"Usko mili ho break up ke baad?"

"Nahin...lekin usne facebook pe friend request bheja tha...maine ignore kar diya."

"Ok...yeh...Jason ke saath kyon break up hua?"

"I caught him cheating on me...mujhe laga tha ki woh mujhse pyar karta hai par nahin...baad mein pata chala ki...I was like a notch in his belt...bedding a virgin Indian girl...through the entire relationship he cheated on me." She explained in a soft voice. But it was obvious she did not hold any grudge against him anymore. In fact once she got over him, she kind of fondly remembered the sexual experiences with him. Before meeting Rahul, sometimes she had even masturbated to those sexual memories. Jason was a very good lover, lusty and very demanding, very dominant. Even used to spank her. He used to get rough during sex and liked making Pooja completely submit to him during sex. Even though she was a very strong person, Pooja had submissive streak in the bedroom.

"Aur isse pehle ki tum Vikram ke baare mein pucho...main khud hi bata deti hoon ki mera break up uske saath is liye hua kyunki woh bahut zyada controlling or jealous banda hai...I simply could not love him." She told Rahul as they pulled into their driveway.

"What an ass he must be." Rahul said.

"So are you done with your questions about my exes or you have more questions?...need to know more details?" She inquired with a naughty tone. Pooja knew that Rahul must be dying to ask about the sex with her exes. The whole day had been about lust and she was expecting an intense sexual session now. She was feeling very horny too and almost wished that they had gone to Javier's home.

"Haan abhi toh bahut kuch puchna hai." Rahul said as he got out of the car.

In the house when Pooja tried to take off her heels, Rahul stopped her, "Heels mat utar jaan...badi sexy lagti hai meri jaan heels mein...aise hi chalo bedroom mein...aaj toh Javed ka aur phir Sergio aur Javier ka dimag kharab ho gaya meri sexy biwi ko dekh kar." Rahul said lustily as he walked behind his wife as she went towards the bedroom. He couldn't keep his eyes off his wife's svelte, hot body. Staring at his wife's sexy, round ass undulate under the short clingy skirt, her long luscious legs, narrow waist, flaring hips, Rahul was filled with pride. She was truly a thing of beauty, a very sensual, sexual creature.

As they entered the bedroom, Rahul grabbed her wrist, turning her around and then pulled her towards him. He kissed her neck, shoulder, face and then kissed her passionately while running his hands all over her body.

"Meri jaanu itni sexy hai...I love you so much." He said to her with passion as he grabbed her ass over the skirt and kneaded her ass. "Aise hi mazay liye thay club mein Javier aur Sergio ne meri biwi ke saath?" His voice was filled with lust.

"Haan baby...aise hee mazay liya un dono ne tumhari biwi ke saath club mein...tumhari nayi naveli dulhan ke jism pe haath phera tumhare samne...yehi dekhna chahte thay tum? Us budhe pakistani ko apni jawan biwi ka jism dikha bhi acha laga na meri jaan ko?...Woh budha kitni bhooki nazron se mujhe dekh raha tha..." Her voice was filled with excitement. She put her arms around his neck, pulling his face down and kissed him hungrily.

"Yehi dekhna tha...apni biwi ka sexy jism show off karna hai...baby tum bhee excited ho gayee thee jab woh budha tumhare almost nange jism ko dekh raha tha?...excitement hui thee tumhe ki tum sirf ek choti si kacchi aur transparent bra mein ek anjaan aadmi ke samne khadi ho, tumhare papa ki umar ka aadmi...tharki nigahon se tumhare jawan, gore, chikne, sexy, nange jism pe nazar pher raha tha...tharki baatein bol raha hai...bata meri jaanu excitement hui thi?...did it turn on my pretty wife?" He asked her lustily as he looked at her pretty, innocent looking face that was crimson now with embarrassment.

"Jaanu...Jaanu...please na pucho mujhse." She was feeling very ashamed and she turned her back to Rahul feeling just too embarrassed to face him.

Rahul hugged her from behind kissing her slender neck and then whispered hoarsely, "Hui thee na tumhe excitement?...standing almost naked in front of that lecherous old man, knowing how badly he wants you, the dirty thoughts he was thinking about you...geeli ho gayee thee na?"

"Haan baby ho gayee thee." She said with an embarrassed tone. "Lekin...zyada excitement isliye hui ki tum waha thay aur bahut turned on thay...I like turning you on my love."

"I know...and I like that...I am so hard now knowing that you got wet in front of Javed." He turned her face sideways and kissed her while rubbing his hard cock on the upper swell of her ass.

"Jab woh dono mexicans tumhare jism pe haath pher rahe thay...jab meri jaan ki gaand dabayi dance floor pe...tab meri biwi excited hui thee...geeli ho gayee thee?" He asked huskily as he took her small firm breasts into his hands and squeezed them making her moan.

"Rahul...jaanu...tum bahut hee kinky ho...haan geeli ho gayee thee, excited ho gayee thee ki tum apni biwi ko tharki nigahon se dekh rahe ho jab aur koi anjaan, paraya mard tumhari biwi ke jism pe haath pher raha hai." She responded lustily.

"Sergio ke ghar jaate toh un dono ke haath tumhari nange jism pe hote...aur tum unke liye apni taange khol deti...geeli choot dikhati unko...apne pati ke samne paraye mardon is chudti."

Hearing the crude, vulgar hindi words an involuntary shiver went through her body and her pussy got even more.

She moaned, "Oooooh meri jaan...mere kinky husband...tum apni biwi ko doosre aadmiyon ke saath sex karte hue dekhna chahte ho?" Even though she knew what her husband really wanted but it still was so shocking. But it aroused her too.

"Haan meri jaan tujhe chudte hue dekhna hai aur kisi aadmi se." Saying that he put his hand under her skirt and pulled the gusset of her panties aside to feel her wet pussy. She spread her legs to give him better access.

"Mere alawa aur kitno ke liye apni taange aise kholi hai...aur kisne teri choot pe haath phera hai?"

"Jason aur Vikram." She said while panting as her husband rubbed her wet pussy lips and touched her clit.

"Sirf een dono ne...bas do hi purane yaar hain meri jaan ke?" He said lustily while rubbing her clit.

She moaned and said, "Haan baby bas een dono ne hee...aur meri jaan ne"

"Sergio ke ghar pe jaate toh aur do bando ke haath meri biwi ki geeli choot pe hote...aur do aadmi mere biwi ko chodte, aur do lund teri choot mein ghuste...acha lagta meri jaan ko?"

"Nahin mere baby...woh theek nahi hai...main tumhari biwi hoon...I should not have sex with another man." Even though Pooja was very turned on but she still was unwilling to do what her husband wanted.

"I want to watch you get fucked baby...watch another man take you...make you moan with pleasure...make you cum on his hard cock." Saying that he kissed her hard and shoved two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. She gasped and moaned into her husband's mouth.

"Ab yeh bata tere jo dono purane yaar hain...un dono mein tujhe zyada acha kaun chodta tha?...dono mein se kiska lund teri choot mein aag laga deta tha?...bata mujhe?...dono mein se kaun tujhe apni raand bana ke chodta tha." He lustily growled at her as he continued finger fucking his wife. He was out of mind with lust.

Pooja was just shocked by the crude, depraved way her husband was talking to her. But her pussy got even more wet hearing the nastiness of his words, she spread her legs even more for her husband. She was close to cumming. As he finger fucked Pooja, the bedroom was filled with squelching noises, she was very wet.

"Na jaanu...aisa na bol." She moaned and put her arms around her husband's neck and while gently biting her lower lip.

"Bata mujhe kis se chudna tujhe zyada acha lagta tha? Dono mein se kiska lund tu zyada acche se choosti thee?...dono mein kiski randi bun na tujhe zyada pasand tha?" Suddenly he just pulled his fingers out of her pussy.

Pooja groaned with disappointment at the sudden emptiness. She was so close. "Jaanu abhi ruk mat please...I am so close...please meri jaan..." She begged Rahul to continue finger fucking her.

"Ab bata mujhe...kis se chudna tujhe zyada achha lagta tha?"

"Jason...he was better in bed." She said while panting and grabbed his hand, putting it back between her legs.

Rahul started rubbing her hard, sensitive clit and then again started finger fucking her. "Tera pehla yaar...puri taange khol ke chudti thee usse?...bahut enjoy karti thee uska lund?" Rahul was out of mind with lust now thinking about Jason fucking his pretty wife.

He forcefully pushed her towards the bed and made her bend over it. Pushing the skirt above her ass, he ripped off her flimsy panties. "Oh...oh...meri jaaan...meri jaaaan." Pooja said deliriously while panting hard and while keeping her legs straight she spread her legs so that her husband could mount her like an animal. Like Rahul she was also out of mind with lust.

Rahul stood back opening his pants while hungrily staring at his wife's round, creamy ass, the glistening pink pussy lips peeking from between her thighs, below her ass crack. Rahul stepped forward, his rock hard 8 inch cock wobbling and he slapped both of her creamy ass cheeks hard, leaving red handprints on them. Pooja yelped loudly and her pussy leaked more moisture. She looked back at her husband with lust filled eyes and separated her legs even more, inviting him take her.

He grabbed her hips rubbed his thick, bulbous cockhead on her wet pussy lips making Pooja whimper in anticipation. She put her forearms down on the bed and put her forehead down on the bed while arching her back. Rahul slowly inserted the thick cockhead into her pussy and watched intently as his foreskin was pulled back by the clinging, wet, pink pussy lips.

Pooja groaned softly feeling her pussy being stretched and then her eyes opened wide as Rahul's pelvis smacked onto her ass as he bottomed out with one savage thrust.

"Jaaanuuu!" She moaned loudly as her pussy was filled up.

Keeping his cock stuffed inside his wife's pussy and ground his pelvis on her ass, "Yehi chahiye tha na meri jaan ko?...ek lund chahiye tujhe apnie gilli choot ke andar...bas ek mota lund jo teri gilli, garam choot ki pyas bujha de...tujhe farak nahi padta kiska lund...bas ek lund chahiye tujhe choot mein." Rahul growled at her and then pulled his cock out and slammed it right back in.

"Nahi jaaaanu...bas tumhara chahiye." She protested but deep down she knew that the way she was aroused, it would not matter whose cock was stretching her pussy.

"Tujhe bas lund chahiye...kisi ka bhi lund le legi tu." He was fucking her with savage thrusts, out of mind with lust. Their bedroom was filled with loud slapping noises as Rahul's pelvis smacked into Pooja's ass again and again. Squelching noises emanated from her pussy and frothy, white foam, of Pooja's pussy juices coated his cock as he kept pounding her. It was like he really wanted to own that pussy.

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Pooja was moaning and grunting loudly as her husband fucked her raw, rough and very hard. It was after a long time she was being used like this, a piece of fuck meat. It was just like how Jason used to fuck her. She was not an educated, intelligent, elegant woman with a sharp intellect, she was not a loving wife at this present time but just a fuck hole for a man to satiate his sexual hunger. And she was okay with it even though she will never admit to it.


All kinds of pleasure sensations were coursing through her body and she had completely capitulated to her baser needs. A man could use her anyway he wanted at this time.

"Aise hee chudna pasand hai na tujhe?...teri choot aaj tak itni geeli kabhi nahi dekhi." Rahul said to her through labored breathing. He liked the way her choora was making the clinking sounds as he fucked her hard.

"Aaah...hrrmmphh...oooh...meri jaaan...pagal kar diya hai aaj." She managed to blurt out through the savage fucking she was receiving. She was close to cumming. She was on her toes and tightly grabbed the bed sheet, her eyes half closed.

She moaned loudly as the floodgates of an intense orgasm opened up and intense sensations coursed through her body. Her body convulsed. "Ohhhhh...babyyyee...ho gaya...ho gaya."

Watching his wife cum, Rahul was unable to hold himself back and started ejaculating. He collapsed on top of her as his cum coated the inside of Pooja's pussy. She laid down on her stomach on the bed as her arms and legs trembled with the intense sensations, the mini orgasms she was having after the big one. Rahul stayed dbangd on her a minute, trying to catch his breath and then he slowly withdrew his cock, standing up. He was surprised to see that his cock was still hard after cumming. It had never happened to him before.

Pooja did not move and stayed kind of bent over the bed with half of her body on bed and her legs firmly planted on the floor.

Rahul like the way she still had her legs straight and spread open that he could clearly see her just ravished, gaping open pussy. Mixture of cum and pussy juices was leaking out slowly.

His cock twitched seeing his wife's ravished, cum leaking pussy. Never before he had become aroused seeing Pooja's just ravished pussy. Without even thinking, he imagined that this is how her pussy would look after being fucked by another man. The thought inflamed his arousal even more and his cock twitched again.

As he hungrily stared at his wife's pussy, Pooja stood up and shyly looked at her husband as she turned around. "I will go and clean up."

"Abhi nahin...koi zaroot nahin hai." Rahul said to her. He kissed her lovingly and then took off her top. Then he proceeded to pull aside the flimsy cups of the sheer bralette baring her small firm breasts. He took her small, hard, pink nipples into her mouth and sucked on them.

She moaned and her heart raced knowing that her husband was not done yet, she was again going to get fucked. She thought it was like two men taking turns with her and her pussy tingled at the perverted thought.

Rahul made her lay down on the bed as he kissed her lustily. Then he pulled up her skirt, spreading open her creamy legs. When he started kissing the inside of her thighs, Pooja knew what her husband was going to do.

"Jaanuu...ruk jao please...mere ko thoda saaf karne do...just let me wipe." Her voice was a mix of excitement and shame.

"Kuch bhi saaf karne ke zaroorat nahin hai...teri chudi hui choot to bahut sexy lag rahi hai...mast lag rahi hai...it looks so hot with cum leaking out of it." His voice was filled with lust.

He kept kissing her inner thighs and licked the mix of cum and pussy juices sticking to the inner thighs. Pooja's legs trembled as he got closer to her pussy and she tried to close her legs but Rahul forcefully kept it open as he started licking her sensitive, swollen pussy lips.

"Aaah meri jaan...na...naa...bahut ganda hai." Pooja protested but at the same time put her hand behind his head and pushed his face into her pussy.

He hungrily licked her pussy, ate out the cum in the pussy, sucked on the swollen clit as Pooja thrashed around. Her husband was driving her crazy. Rahul had never before shown so much enthusiasm while eating pussy. He was truly enjoying eating the freshly fucked pussy, eating the fresh creampie. His own creampie.

Soon Pooja was again in the throes of an intense orgasm. Her toes curled, she desperately tried to grab the bedsheet and started hitting her husband's shoulder. "Bas jaaanuuu...ruk jaa...ho gaya...aur nahin jaan...please stop."

But Rahul refused to stop he kept eating his wife's pussy, giving her multiple orgasms. She kept thrashing around as the intense sensations drove her crazy. Finally Rahul had enough of her pussy and stopped eating her pussy. Pooja just lay there without moving, recovering from the multiple orgasms. She had never come so many times.

But Rahul was still not done with her. His cock was raging hard. He got on top of her making her spread her legs.

"Baby...mai kal chal bhi nahin paungi." She shyly said to him as he inserted his cock into her receptive pussy. "You are driving me crazy." Saying that she kissed him lovingly as he thrust into her and filled her up. This time he gently made love to her.

After the sensual love making, Pooja took a shower and changed into her pajamas which consisted of cotton short shorts and a sleeveless top. She was looking very cute in it. Now she had taken off all her makeup and her hair was in a ponytail. She looked so innocent and pure.

Noticing that Rahul was staring at her from the bed, she just turned crimson and lowered her eyes. She was feeling very ashamed.

Rahul was filled with regret thinking about how disrespectfully he had talked to her, the dirty, obscene, vulgar words he had used. He was filled with angst thinking about how roughly he had sex with her and spanked her. She was such a beautiful lady, so sweet and innocent.

Pooja laid down on her side facing her husband. Seeing the troubled look on his face, she asked, "Sab theek hai jaanu?"

"I am sorry baby...I know I just went too far...itna zyada turned on ho gaya tha ki sara control lose kar baitha...did I hurt you?

"Nahin main theek ho...but you did push things too far...I never had imagined that you would talk to me such coarse way...it was shocking to hear such obscenity...but I understand you were turned on, you kind of like talking dirty when you are aroused." She responded in a soft, reassuring voice.

He hugged her and gave her a soft kiss. "I am so lucky to have you...you are so understanding." Rahul said with a sense of relief. "Did I hurt you physically when I was being so rough?...spanked you?." He asked sheepishly.

"Tumne hurt nahi kiya...I am fine...jab spank kiya...it stung but did not hurt too much." She turned crimson again because she was feeling embarrassed that the spanking actually turned her on. She turned over with her back facing Rahul and said, "Raat bahut raat ho gayi hai ab so jao."

"Haan raat bahut ho gayi hai." Rahul agreed.

But sleep was not easy to come to both of them. After just laying silently for a few minutes, Pooja asked gingerly, "Rahul...woh jo tum bol rahe thay...ki tum mujhe sex karte hue dekhna chahte ho doosre aadmi ke saath...woh sirf tumhari kinky fantasy hee hai na?...just sex talk?...tum sahi mein mujhe aise dekhna nahi chahte na?"

Rahul's heart rate increased hearing her query. He was so conflicted about sharing his wife with another man. It was such an intense turn on thinking about watching Pooja with another man and at the same time he was very apprehensive about it.

"Sirf fantasy hai jaanu...it just turns me on thinking about it, talking about it."

She giggled softly, "Tum bahut zyada kinky ho...I simply cannot believe it what a dirty, nasty mind you have...mujhe laga tha ki main ek shareef, sidhe saadhe bande se shaadi kar rahi hoon par tum toh pure tharki aur gande dimaag wale nikele." She said playfully. "I cannot still believe it you went down on me right after having sex with me...tasted me that way." She shyly added.

"Meri jaanu bahut sexy lag rahi thee...mujhse raha hee nahi gaya...I had to taste you, I just love eating you out...making you cum again and again...that is the most arousing thing for me, watching you orgasm, making you orgasm."

A shiver went through Pooja's body thinking about how many times Rahul had made her cum.

"Ab mujhe sach sach batao...tumhe kaisa laga when I went down on you?...ate out your cum filled pussy...did you enjoy your husband cleaning out your pussy with his mouth?" Rahul spooned her from behind as he asked the question. His tone had become very lusty and his cock was getting hard again.

"Yeh sab mujh se na pucho...rehne do." She protested because she felt very embarrassed thinking and talking about her own sexual reactions.

Rahul put his arm over her and grabbed her braless breasts over the thin top. He squeezed and played with her breasts and said insistently, "Batao mujhe...I should know what my sweetheart likes."

"Okay fine...even though what you did was very nasty and dirty...it was very hot, very arousing, you just drove me crazy with what you did." She said demurely as she gently pushed her ass back on his cock.

"Woh tumhara ex, Jason...woh kya bol raha tha club mein?" Rahul asked tentatively.

Pooja was expecting that Rahul would eventually ask about it. "Well...mafi mang raha tha...he was saying he never meant to hurt me and felt terrible how things ended between us...Jason bol raha thee ki usse bahut badi galti ho gayee, baad mein usko ehsas hua ki woh mujhse sahi mein pyar karta tha." Pooja explained to Rahul.

"Do you think he meant what he said? Does he know you are married now?"

"Haan use maloom hai meri shaadi ho gayee hai and I am pretty sure it was all an act...he did not mean anything...ab woh chahta hai ki kam se kam hum ache dost ban ke rahe...wants to meet for lunch or dinner, talk things over."

"Phir tumne usko apna phone number kyon de diya?"

"Bahut zyada request kiya...baar baar please bol raha tha isliye de diya...kabhi agar woh phone karega bhi toh nahi pick karoongi"

"Receive kar lena uska phone...tumhara purana yaar hai...thodi baat cheet karne se kya farak padta hai." Rahul said to her in a husky tone.

"Rahul mein usko koi galat idea nahi dena chahti."

"Toh meri jaan ko maloom hai ki uske iraade nek nahi hai...but I do not blame him...meri biwi hai hee itni sexy...kisi bhi aadmi ke iraade kharab ho jaye." Rahul put his hand under her top and pinched her sensitive nipple. Kissing her neck, he huskily asked, "Meri jaan bahut enjoy karti thi sex uske saath?...bahut ache is fuck karta tha meri biwi ko?...kitna bada hai uska lund?"

Pooja closed her eyes and gently bit her lower lip. She knew that Rahul will eventually ask more question and will not let it go. "Rahul uska tumhare jitna size hai...aur haan he was pretty good in bed, I enjoyed sex with him." She bashfully told Rahul.

Hearing his wife tell about enjoying sex with another man, Rahul ground his hard cock on her round ass. "Usne bhi bahut enjoy kiya hai meri biwi ka sexy jism...meri jaan bhi puri khul ke usko maza lene deti thee?...meri jaan usko blowjob deti thi?" He was again very turned on as he talked to his wife about her ex. He inserted his hand inside her shorts and cupped her smooth pussy. She was sopping wet.

"Haan jaanu sex was very uninhibited with him...he always made me give blowjobs to him." Saying that she spread her legs open and looked back at her husband. She was very turned on too.

"Tumhe accha lagta tha usko blowjob dena?...acha lagta tha uska khada lund munh mein lena? Did you suck on his balls too, enjoyed licking his balls?" Rahul was slowly rubbing her wife's swollen clit.

"Baby na puch...please!" She was filled with shame, afraid to admit her depravity.

"Sharma mat ab...bata mujhe...did you enjoy it?" He insisted.

She felt the heat rising to her face as she said, "Haan enjoy karti thee...abhi bhee enjoy karti hoon oral sex tumhare saath...I just like it, turns me on."

"That is so hot hot baby...mujhe lagta that ladkiyan sirf bande ko khush karne ke liye blow job deti hain...you are so sexy...I love you" He kissed her lovingly as he he started rubbing her pussy harder.

"Was he gentle lover or a rough lover?"

"He was kind of rough." She said softly.

"So he liked to dominate you?" Pooja just nodded her head. Rahul knew that his wife has a submissive streak. His cock twitched thinking about his wife being submissive to other men.

"I need to fuck you now." He quickly got naked and pulled off Pooja's shorts and underwear. He made her get on her knees on the bed with her face on the mattress and her ass sticking up.

"Is position mein Jason sex karta tha tumhare saath?...did you used to present yourself to him like this so that he could take you properly?" Rahul snarled with lust as he rubbed his hard cock on her wet pussy lips and then with one sudden thrust impaled her on his hard cock.

Rahul was just too turned on thinking about his sweet, innocent wife Pooja getting mounted like this by Jason, fucked liked a bitch in heat. He started fucking her hard, pounding her pussy. Soon Pooja was cumming on his cock but he just kept fucking her through her orgasm. Soon she was in throes of another orgasm. She moaned and grunted loudly and then just collapsed on her stomach. Rahul just kept pounding her pussy and then he also came.

Both of them were just too tired by now to go and clean up. Both of them fell asleep in the state of undress they were in.

Next morning after they got up the first thing Pooja did was put the cum stained bedsheets in the washing machine. She was feeling very embarrassed about all that had happened and just wanted to keep herself busy so that she would not think about it.

Seeing her demeanor Rahul thought it would be best to give her some space and did not talk about it at all. She worked around the house, doing some chores. Later in the afternoon she went to hangout with her friend Neelu.

When she returned later in the evening, Pooja seemed to be her normal self. She just had needed some time to get over the conflicting and guilty feelings she was having.

"Neelu kaisi hai?" Rahul asked.

"Theek hai...hum log phir mall chale gaye thay, Neelu ko kuch shopping karni thi." Pooja said.

"Chalo that is good...tumne bhi kuch shopping ki?"

"Haan...maine bhi thodi si shopping ki...kaam pe pehne ke liye thode kapde kharide...dekhna hai kya kharida." She asked happily.

"Zaroor...dikhao kya kharida hai." Rahul liked that she was again her peppy self.

She had bought a couple of skirts and tops and wore them to show Rahul. He liked how sexy and elegant his wife looked.

After having dinner, both of them were watching TV when Pooja said, "Main jab mall mein thi...tab Jason ne call kiya.' She said cautiously.

Trying his hardest not to show any kind of excitement, Rahul calmly responded, "Acha...kya bol raha tha?"

"Maine phone nahi uthaya...let it go to voicemail." She said softly. "Neelu saath mein thi...woh jaanti hai uske baare mein toh uske samne Jason is baat nahi karna chahti thi."

His heart skipped a beat. Pooja wanted to talk to Jason but did not due to her friend being with her. In an even tone he asked. "Phir jab Neelu ke ghar se wapas aate hue usko phone kiya?"

"Nahi...sirf uska voicemail suna...wapas call back karne ke liye bola hai."

"Phir usko call back kyon nahin kiya?" Rahul asked.

She looked at Rahul nervously. "I don't know jaanu...thodi ghabrahat hoti hai...main ab shaadi shuda hoon...I should not be talking with my ex...theek nahin hai yeh."

"I know jaan...but it is okay...thodi si baat kar lo...I will get your phone." Without giving her any opportunity to respond, Rahul quickly got up to get her phone.

As he handed her the phone, he said to her, "Speaker pe rakh ke phone karna, bolna ki main ghar pe nahin hoon." Pooja noticed the excitement in her husband's voice.

She just stared at her husband for a few seconds and called Jason. "Agar woh poochega...pehle phone kyon nahi receive kiya toh bolna main tumhare saath tha isliye."

Again she glanced at her husband but did not say anything. After a few rings Jason picked picked up the phone. "Hi babe!...how are you?"

"I am good Jason...how you doing?" She asked.

"Not good...I am such an idiot, I let you go...regretting very much how I messed up our relationship." He said in a contrite voice.

"Jason what is done is done...just let it go." She said in a matter of fact way.

"Yes you are right but I cannot help but miss you." He responded and then continued. "So how come you did not pick up my call?" He asked.

She locked eyes with her husband and said, "My husband was with me at that time."

"Ah okay...I guess he is not at home now...I understand." He said with a chuckle. "If my fiancee was here, I wouldn't be talking to you either."

"Oh!...so you are engaged." Pooja was very surprised to hear that.

"Yes...got engaged last week." Jason explained.

"Jason you are engaged and I am married...I don't think it is good idea talking to each other." She said suddenly. Rahul shook his head and mouthed to her to keep talking, it is okay.

"Hey Pooja...come on we can be friends." He said in a slightly panicked tone. "Some of my best memories of my life comprise of the time I spent with you...you are such a beautiful, smart and intelligent woman, I understand we cannot be together but we can remain friends...be in each others lives" He was trying really hard to flatter her.

Even though she knew that he really did not mean anything he was saying but the desperation in his voice made her feel good about herself. Jason really desired her.

"Okay...stop flattering me now." She said with a giggle as she looked at her husband.

"I am not flattering you...just telling you the truth." He said cheerfully. Feeling he was in now, he stated. "You are truly beautiful, smart and intelligent...and with a hot smoking body."

"Oh thank you...so who is your fiancee?...do I know her from college?" She sounded very pleased.

"Oh no...you don't know her." He responded rather quickly and then asked, "So can we get together sometime?...have lunch/dinner...reminisce about old times."

"I don't know Jason...my husband won't like me going on a date with my ex." She naughtily smiled at her husband who grinned back.

"You don't have to tell him, what he doesn't know won't hurt, just like he doesn't know that you are chatting with your ex." Jason was very pleased with the way things were going. "And when I asked you to meet, I was thinking two friends getting together...but I like your thought better, might as well call it a Date...when can I take you out babe?"

"Hey you are twisting my words...I never meant that." She giggled. "I will have to think about this Jason."

"Okay take your time but not too much time...I have been thinking about you so much. " He said with a husky tone. "You looked really hot yesterday at the club...you never used to wear such short, revealing clothes when you were with me...I really liked it...those hot, creamy, long legs need to be shown...I guess your hubby likes to show you off?"

"He likes it when I dress sexy...I think all men like that." She responded locking eyes with her husband.

"I like him...he is a good man." Jason laughed. "You remember when you sometimes used to stay overnight in my dorm room?...you would typically wear a top with just your bikini panties at night, you always looked so hot...you only used to wear bikini style panties at that time." He paused. "But I wanted you to wear sexier panties...thongs, g-strings, tanga and you always refused...do you wear more sexier panties now? Does your hubby likes seeing you in sexier panties?"

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Feeling naughty and bold, she said, "Yes...I wear those style of panties now Jason...for my husband." She turned sideways moving her legs onto the couch with her back resting on the arm rest. Then she put her feet on her husband's lap, pushing gently her feet into his crotch. Rahul was rock hard. He also turned to face his wife.


"Good girl...that is nice." Jason said huskily. "So what are you wearing right now?" He asked.

"Jason!" She exclaimed. "You shouldn't be asking me that."

"Just want to visualize how you are looking babe...come on don't go shy on me now, you have changed, matured, you are so much more self-confident...so beautiful and sexy, I cannot even tell you how much I regret letting you go." Jason slyly was trying to stoke her ego. "Are you dressed like you used to when you stayed over in my dorm room?"

She was enjoying hearing the desire in Jason's voice and liked the lusty look in her husband's eyes. "I'm wearing a top and pajamas."

"Nice...and I know you are not wearing a bra at home...since your small, firm breast really do not need any support, I always loved your breasts, loved sucking on your hard, sensitive, small pink nipples."

"Stop Jason...don't say all these things." Her voice was tinged with excitement and she rubbed her husband's hard cock with her toes. Rahul was very turned on now hearing Jason say such intimate things to his wife.

But Jason completely ignored what she said, he knew her well enough. "You loved getting your nipples sucked babe I bet you still do...what kind of panties are you wearing, tell me the color too."

"I should not...we are really crossing some limits now." She said gently biting her lower lip. Rahul mouthed to her that she should tell him. Pooja shook her head, saying no. But Rahul insisted.

"Come on babe tell me...I know you want to be naughty." Jason pressed her.

"Black thong." She said softly with her heart beating erratically.

Jason knew now that he had her. "Damn girl...I wish I was there with you...that tight, round ass must be a hot sight in thong...are you wet Pooja?...I am so hard that it hurts...would love to have your pretty lips wrapped around my cock right now." He said lustily. "You know you were the best...the best at taking care of my cock...you really loved going down on me...your husband must love it too, he must know you are the best."

Rahul mouthed to her, "Ask him what does he mean by you are the best? Best what?" He was very turned on and he pulled his cock out, slowly jacking it.

Seeing the aroused state of her husband was having an affect on Pooja too and feeling naughty she asked bashfully, "What do you mean I am the best? best what?"

"Oh you naughty girl...you want me talk dirty to you don't you? your husband has really done a good job turning you into a naughty girl...and now he is not home you are talking to your ex behind his back, wanting to hear dirty words...you know I really like talking dirty to bad girls like you...but first take off your pajamas, then we will talk." Jason's tone had changed now, he sounded very dominant.

Before Pooja could even react or say anything, Rahul leaned over her pulling the drawstring of her pajamas and then pulled off the pajamas.

"Have you taken it off Pooja." Jason asked impatiently.

"Yes." She said.

"Good girl...so as I was saying...a lot of girls have sucked my cock but I have to say you are the best cocksucker amongst them." Pooja felt the heat rising to her face hearing the crude word. "You really used to go to town with my cock and my balls...licking, sucking...getting your pretty face fucked by my cock...it was always obvious you really enjoyed going down on my cock, getting your mouth stuffed with my hard, thick man meat." Jason said smugly. "I have trained you well how to suck a cock...how to service a man meat with your pretty mouth, I bet your husband really enjoys your cock sucking skills, he should thank me."

"Jason don't...you are embarrassing me." She whined.

"Do you still keep your pussy shaved Pooja?" He asked. Jason did not care about her embarrassment.

"I do." She said shyly.

"I still remember the first time I saw you naked...you had so little pussy hair, have you always kept it shaved ever since the first time a made you?"

"Yes."

"Good girl." He said patronizingly again. "That is how I like my pussy...bald...are you wet?...I bet you are sopping wet, the crotch of your panties sticking to your pussy." He said as if he was reminiscing. "Take a picture of yourself...send it to me...I want to see your hot body." Suddenly Jason demanded.

His demand really freaked out Pooja. "No Jason I cannot do that...I do not want you to have a picture of me like this."

By the tone of her voice, Jason knew she will not send the picture. So he tried a different tack, "Come on I am desperate here babe...I am so hard that it hurts...don't show your face just your hot ass body...something I can jack off to."

Rahul stood up with his hard cock wobbling and mouthed to his wife to do it. "Okay but I have never done this before...hold on let me take a picture with my phone and then I will call you back." She said shyly.

"Okay...don't take too long...your husband is not coming anytime soon is he?"

"No...maybe in 30 minutes." She smiled naughtily at her husband and hung up as she stood up.

Rahul pulled her into her arms and kissed her hard. "Happy now...maine apne ex ke saath flirt kar rahi hoon...yehi chahta hai mera baby." She said huskily and grabbed his cock, slowly jacking him. She got on her toes and kissed her lovingly.

"Tumhare yaar ke liye picture lete hain...nahin toh woh bechain ho jaayega."

"Kaise loon...bina apni face dikhaye?" She was feeling nervous about sending a picture of herself.

"Mirror ke samne khade ho ke lelo...dhyan se lenge ki tumhari face clearly na dikhe." Rahul was very enthusiastic about taking a picture of his wife and sending it to her ex lover. "Apni top utar ke picture lo...sirf apni sexy undies mein."

"Jaanu...baby...meri jaan!...sirf panties mein?" She groaned. Her pussy got even more wet at the thought of Jason seeing her only in panties.

After a few attempts with Rahul's help Pooja was able to take a couple of pictures of herself without clearly showing her face.

As she was getting ready to text the pictures, her phone rang. Smiling at her husband as she put the phone on the speaker.

"Jason I am just about to send you a pic." She said demurely and she pressed the send button.

"I cannot wait to see your sexy pics babe...always wanted to see you in a sexy thong." Jason said.

Rahul hugged his wife from behind and his kissed her neck. He whispered huskily into her ear. "Tu ne apne yaar ka lund khada kar diya hai meri jaan." He put his hands on her bare tits and squeezed.

"Damn baby...you look hot, nice you took the top off...very naughty, wanted to show me your tits, always loved your small firm tits...what an ass, thong looks just perfect your pert round ass babe." It was obvious Jason was very impressed with her pics. "I meant to ask you at club too...what are these red and white bangles you are wearing? Does it signify anything?"

"Newlywed woman in India who are *****...where these bangles." She said feeling ashamed.

"Cool...so basically seeing the bangles a person will know you are newlywed...you know I also like how the faded henna tattoos on your hands look." Jason was completely mesmerized by her sexy pics. "You know how naughty this is...you are a newlywed, only married a month and you are sending such sexy hot pics to your ex boyfriend."

"I know I am being very bad."

"Hai meri jaan...aise hee bad ban jaya kar mere liye baby...pooch apne yaar se uska lund aur zyada hard ho gaya pics dekh ke? Kya hua jab usne pic dekhi?"

Pooja looked back at her husband with eyes wide open with shock. She shook her, "Nahi Rahul." She whispered.

"Pooch na apne yaar se...ek baari sirf." Saying that Rahul moved the gusset of her panties aside and touched her wet pussy.

"So Jason.." She hesitated a little and then continued, "So...how did it feel...like when you saw my pic...did it do something for you?" She asked coyly, gently biting her lower lip. She liked how Rahul was touching her pussy.

"You dirty, dirty girl...you sure have changed." He right away understood what she was asking. "First tell me is you pussy sopping wet? You want to get fucked bad don't you? You want a hard cock stuffed in your newly married pussy? My cock." He growled. "Tell me slut."

She was shocked hearing Jason call her a slut but her pussy tingled.

"Bata apne yaar ko...teri choot kaisi gili hai...raand bana ke chodna chahta hai tujhe tera yaar." Rahul shoved two fingers into her hungry pussy.

She gasped, hearing her gasp, Jason said, "Ah...you playing with your pussy Pooja...damn my cock is leaking precum here...I wish I was there with you right now, you would have just licked up my precum like you used to do...I would have fucked you on your marital bed...cuckolded your husband...left you on your bed with your married pussy filled with cum." He said aggressively.

It was just too much for Pooja. "My husband is here I have to go." Before Jason or Rahul could react she hung up the phone.

"Aah...meri jaan...bed pe chalte hain...I need you baby." She moaned.

They had intense sex, like animals in rut and then fell asleep.

Next morning by the time Rahul woke up, Pooja had left for work. As soon as he reached office, he called his wife. "How are you?"

"Main theek hoon...you okay?" The tone of her voice was flat and Rahul knew she was not in a good mood.

"Too much ho gaya kal?" He asked sheepishly.

"Haan bahut zyada...we should not have done it." She responded. "Abhi 5 minutes pehle Jason ka call aaya tha...maine phone nahi uthaya."

"Theek hai...that is fine." He wanted to show her support.

"Baad me usko phone kar ke bol doongi ki...whatever happened was a mistake and not to call me again." She said firmly. It was evident that she was truly regretting what had happened with her ex.

Later Pooja refused to talk with Rahul about his depraved desire. Even during sex, she shut him whenever he tried to talk dirty. Seeing her being distant somewhat cooled Rahul's depraved sexual thoughts.

Weekend came around and Saturday morning she made Rahul go with her to the temple. Later in the afternoon despite Rahul's best effort to dissuade her. Pooja went with Neelu and bought a more conservative salwar kameez to wear for the New Year's party which was two weeks away.

"Pooja hua kya hai...you still mad at me?" Rahul asked as they were driving back from her parent's place Sunday evening.

"Main tum pe naraz nahi hoon Rahul...it is just wrong what we did...I am your wife...tumhari biwi ko aur kisi aadmi ke saath flirt nahi karna chahiye...aur kisi ko mujhe touch nahi karna chahiye." She said lovingly. "I feel like I am cheating on you."

"But you are not cheating on me...maine bas chahta hoon ki tum thodi si flirty bano, bahut sexy lagta hai mujhe." He said.

"Woh toh mujhe samajh aa gaya but it became just too much...limit cross kar gayee main Jason ke saath...phir club mein jab woh dono ko maine touch karne diya."

"Jaanu flirting mein thoda yeh sab to hota hai."

"Rahul...mujhe please thoda time chahiye...I am not comfortable with it." She lovingly smiled at her husband.

"Okay...I don't to push you into doing anything." Rahul said understandingly.

Their life returned to normal and Rahul stopped mentioning anything about his taboo desires. Jason called her a few times and even left messages but she did not pick up any of his calls. He did sound very frustrated in the messages he left on the voice mail.

The evening of the party, Pooja dressed up in the salwar kameez she had bought with Neelu.

"Kaisi lag rahi hoon Rahul?" She asked him happily.

"You look good...this is nice." He said with a bit of disappointment which Pooja immediately noticed.

"Sach sach batao Rahul...kaisi lag rahi hoon." She demanded.

"Sahi mein...it is nice, makes you look very elegant and beautiful." He said with smile but lacking enthusiasm.

"Par tumhe itni zyada pasand nahi hai...tum chahte ho ki main woh peach salwar kameez pehnu?" She questioned.

"Pooja tumhari marzi hai...tum ko jo acha lagta hai...tum jis mein comfortable feel karti ho, woh pehno meri jaan." He said hesitation.

"Par tumhari preference kya hai?" She pressed him.

"Woh peach wali...badi sexy lagegi meri jaan usme...please." He begged.

She rolled her eyes and said with exasperation "Okay fine...woh suit pehan loongi lekin that is it...ye expect nahi karna ki mein kisi ke saath flirt karoon."

"Okay...nahi karna." He said happily.

"Ek aur baat wahan pe hamari koi jaan pehchan wala hua toh...we are coming right back." She said firmly.

"Hum Rashmi aur Sanjay ke friend circle mein kisi ko bhi nahi jante Pooja...I am sure koi bhi jaan pehchan wala nahi milega." Rahul was sure of it.

Pooja changed into the tight, revealing peach salwar kameez. When she looked in the mirror, she liked what how she looked. Very sexy and alluring. The only thing she felt uncomfortable about was going out without wearing a bra. But it also excited her.

"Ab kaisi lag rahi hoon?" She asked playfully.

Rahul eyes opened wide in amazement. He had forgotten how hot she had really looked wearing the salwar kameez in the store.

"Tum kuch bologe bhi ya nahi?" She was grinning.

"Bahut sexy lag rahi hai meri jaan...very hot." He couldn't tear his eyes away from her. The kameez was sticking to her like a second skin and when he looked closely he could actually see her skin. The fabric was pretty thin except for the bust area which had embroidery and padding. The side slits on the kameez went high up to her hips showing the curve of her round ass. The deep scoop neck showing off her upper chest, the swell of her breasts. The low back of the kameez showing off her smooth, creamy back.

"Very nice baby...bandon ki nazar nahin hategi tumhare upar se." He was feeling very proud that she was his wife.

"Wohi laga tha mujhe...tumhe acha lagega...ab tumhara kaam hai ki party mein mere saath rehna aur tharki bandon ko mujhse door rakhna." She sounded excited that Rahul was so impressed.

On their way over to the party, Rahul's kept his hand on his wife. Feeling her up, rubbing her legs. Pooja enjoyed the attention.

Reaching the house of Rashmi and Sanjay they were impressed. It was a very nice looking and big house. Quite a few cars were parked in the long circular driveway and on the street.

When they rang the bell, Rashmi opened the door. Very warmly she hugged both of them.

"Pooja bahut sexy salwar kameez hai...bahut achi lag rahi ho." Rashmi said running her eyes over the young woman's hot body.

"Thank you Rashmi di...aap bhi bahut achi lag rahi ho...very sexy." Both of them giggled. Rashmi was wearing a ghagra choli. The ghagra sat low on her hips and the choli is pretty small and backless. Just two strings tied at the back of her choli. Her whole midriff and her back was on display. For a woman in her forties, she was in good shape and very good looking.

The big difference between Rashmi and Pooja was that Rashmi has dusky complexion. But Pooja is fair skinned almost like a white woman.

"Bade late aaye tum dono...10:30 ho rahe hain." Rashmi said as she led them inside. "Mujhe toh lag raha thi ki tum dono aane nahi wale...chalo mujhe apna bag de do, main tumhare bedroom mein rakh doongi"

"Bas aise hee der ho gayee didi...Pooja tayar hone mein bahut der lagati hai." Rahul said playfully.

"Accha maine der laga di...tum jo budhe logon jaise dhire gaadi chalate ho uska kya?" Pooja punched his arm.

There were quite a few people in the house. The crowd was a mix of people. There were white people, black people and people of Indian origin.

Sanjay was standing surrounded by a few people but as soon as he saw them, he came up to them. He shook Rahul's hand and hugged Pooja intimately. Running his hands all over her bare back upto the upper swell of her ass.

"Bahut sexy lag rahi ho...nice salwar kameez." He whispered into her ear. Pooja felt very uncomfortable the way he felt her up. But it also excited her seeing the look of desire in his eyes.

After the hug, Sanjay stood with Pooja with his arm casually around her waist as he talked to Rahul. "Koi pareshani toh nahin hui na drive mein?...bahut log sharab pi ke gaadi chalate hain new year eve par...kaafi lamba raha tum dono ke liye drive, par mein bahut khush hoon tum dono aaye." Sanjay was obviously very pleased. "Rashmi ne bata diya tha na tum dono raat ko yahan hi ruk rahe ho?"

"Nahi koi pareshani nahi hui...drive was okay." He felt a flutter of excitement seeing Sanjay's arm around his wife's slender waist. "Haan raat ko yahin rahenge."

"Very nice...enjoy karo pura...raat ko yahin ruk rahe ho toh sharab aram se piyo, bar open hai." Sanjay smiled and gestured towards the bar. At the same time he moved his hand over Pooja's bareback.

"Ya...Ya...we will have fun." Rahul enthusiastically responded.

Rashmi then left to put their bag in the bedroom and to attend to other guests. Sanjay led them towards the bar where there was a line of people waiting.

"Tum dono ko kya pina...mujhe batao mein lata hoon."

"Scotch on the rocks chalega mere liye." Rahul said.

"Jiju mere liye koi cocktail le aana." Pooja hesitatingly.

"Theek hai...leke aaya, meri yahi wait karo." Sanjay left them.

As soon as he walked away, Pooja asked, "Rahul did you see?...kaise woh meri peeth pe haath pher raha tha...so creepy...jab tumne mujhe bataya ki cruise pe woh mere pe nazar pher raha tha, mujhe laga ki tum mazak kar rahe thay." She was feeling very apprehensive. "Mujhe kabhi laga hi nahi tha ki woh itna cheap sa aadmi hoga...itni umar wala hai."

"Haan dekha maine." He said huskily. Hearing the tone of her husband's voice she knew right away that it excited.

"Jaanu!...phir se." She said in dismay.

"New year eve hai...let's have some fun...kitne din ho gaye hain aisi masti nahi ki hai." Rahul suggested. He was unsure if his wife would even agree.

"Rahul...mujhe badi ghabrahat si ho rahi hai...yahan pe nahin." She paused. "Next week clubbing chalte hain...I will be naughty for you over there."

"Come on Jaanu...thoda sa fun karte hain...tumhare jiju ko thoda sa maza lene do...please baby." He pleaded.

"Rahul!...Rashmi di kya sochegi mere baare mein."

"Unhone bhi dekha tha unka husband kaise tharki tarah se tum pe haath pher raha thay...lekin woh kuch bhi nahin boli...smile kar rahi thi." Rahul paused. "Mujhe lagta hai woh badi open minded si hai, she does not mind agar unka husband yahan wahan munh marta hai...shayad Sanjay ko bhi koi farak nahi padta agar Rashmi di kuch karti hain toh...tumne dekha hai ki kaisi sexy si ghagra choli pahni hai." Rahul winked.

"Okay...I will be a little naughty...happy?" She caved in. She was afraid to admit but she had kind of missed the naughty talk and this naughtiness.

"Yes...just enjoy the attention...koi dance karne ke liye invite karta hai to dance karna...just party jaanu!" He said with excitement.

Sanjay came back with the drinks and handed to both of them. "Tum log kisi ko yahan jante toh ho nahi...toh main tumhare saath hi hang out karoonga...mere doston se introduce karoonga...tum dono ko bore nahi hone doonga...tum mere special guests ho, itni door se aaye ho." Sanjay smiled.

"Toh Pooja...ab do mahine ho gaye shaadi hue?" Sanjay asked.

"Haan jiju." She said staring at her husband.

"Choora bada acha lag raha tumhari gori kalaiyon pe...tumhari mehndi fade ho rahi hai lekin phir bhi puri nayee naveli dulhan wali look hai." Sanjay said. "Hai ki nahi Rahul?"

"Haanji bilkul...Pooja abhi bhi meri nai navelli dulhan hi hai." Rahul agreed.

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"Bade khush naseeb ho yaar...badi khubsoorat aur sexy biwi hai tumhari." Sanjay boldly said. Both Rahul and Pooja were surprised by Sanjay's boldness. Typically a person from India would make such brazen statement about another man's wife.


Rahul just nodded and smiled politely not knowing how to respond.

"Okay...chalo let's mingle...maine tumhe apne friends se introduce karata hoon...dance floor bhi open hai...we will dance." He pointed towards the temporary dance floor that had been set up. A DJ was playing music.

Sanjay took them around introducing the couple to quite a few people at the party. Both of them made polite conversations, small talk with the people they introduced to. Finally he led them to three men who were standing in a corner talking amongst themselves.

"And these are my good friends also my business partners." Sanjay said pleasantly. "This is Ashfaq, Karim, aur Surinder..and this beautiful, newly married couple is Pooja and Rahul." Sanjay introduced all of them. Then he left the couple with the three men saying he will be right back.

The three men also looked to be middle-aged, either late forties or early fifties.

"Nice meeting you two." Karim said. "Tum dono ka nikah kab hua?"

"Abhi do mahine hue hain." Rahul told him. He could see the three of them only had eyes for Pooja.

"Pooja kaise mulakat hui Sanjay se tumhari?" Ashfaq asked Pooja completely ignoring Rahul.

"Woh hum log apne honeymoon ke liye cruise pe gaye thay...wahan pe." Pooja responded.

"Kaisa raha honeymoon...bahut enjoy kiya hoga Pooja tumne toh." Surinder said lecherously.

"Yeh jo tumne choora pehna hai...bahut acha lag raha hai tumhari kalaiyon pe." Karim said lecherously. "Nai naveli dulhan ki kashish hi kuch aur hoti hai"

They made small talk with the three older men liberally using sexual innuendos while ogling her. Talking with them they found out that Karim and Ashfaq are from Pakistan. But Surinder is from India.

Curious that the three men had come alone, Puja asked, "Aap log akele aaye hai party mein?...wives nahin aayee?"

"Meri biwi ki thodi tabiyat theek nahi thi, isliye nahi ayee." Surinder answered.

"Pooja hamari begum aisi party mein kabhi nahi ayengi...sab sharab pi rahe hain,aurtein bhi sharab pi rahi hai, aurton ke libas dekho...kitna jism dikha rahi hain, aisi party mein hamari begum comfortable nahi feel karti...mujhe bhi aisa theek nahi hai lagta ki aurtein aise paraye mardon ke saath ghule mile, sharab piye, jism dikhayen." Karim responded.

"Bilkul sahi bola tumne Karim...isliye meri begum bhi nahi ayee." Ashfaq immediately agreed.

Surinder suddenly interjected, "Tum dono phir chaloo ho gaye...phir se apni morality ki bakwas kar raho ho...khud sharab bhi pi rahe ho? aur aurton pe nazar bhi pher rahe ho?"

"Bakwas thodi hai sahi baat hai...hum dono ko pasand nahi yeh sab. Lekin aur mardon ko apni biwiyon ko dekhane ka shauk hai to hum dekhenge hi." Ashfaq said with a chuckle

Before the argument could continue any further, Rashmi joined them. "Aap teeno party mein ho...please just enjoy...yeh sab discussion baad mein kar lena." She said with a smile. "Enjoy karo...dance floor pe zara apne moves dikhao...Pooja bechari bore ho rahi hogi...cruise pe kitna dance kiya tha isne...dance karna bahut enjoy karti hai." She smiled at them. "Arey Karim bhai aap le ke jao Pooja ko dance floor pe...hamari guest bore ho rahi hai."

"Nahi Rashmi di...mein bore nahi ho rahi hoon" Pooja protested.

"Nonsense...chalo dance karte hain...main bhi dance karoongi...chalo Rahul tum mere saath chalo." Rashmi said.

"Rashmi di...bhool gaye...meri aur dance floor ki purani dushmani hai, cruise pe apne dekha toh tha." Rahul just wanted to watch his wife dance.

"Sahi baat hai." Rashmi grinned. "Chalo Surinder bhai aap mere saath dance karo."

Puja again protested but Rashmi brushed aside her protests. Karim quickly moved forward and took Pooja's arm leading her to the dance floor. Surinder and Rashmi followed behind them.

Rahul tried to make small talk with Ashfaq while surreptitiously trying to keep an eye on his wife. It was kind of difficult for him to focus on the conversation as he saw Karim's hands on his wife on the dance floor.

Then Sanjay came back. "Aur kya ho raha hai Rahul?...having fun?" Sanjay grinned. "Pooja enjoy kar rahi hai dance floor pe...nice."

"Haan dance karna kaafi enjoy karti hai." Rahul said.

"Ek baat toh hai Rahul tumhari wife hai bahut sexy lag rahi hai...salwar kameez mast pehni hai." Ashfaq said looking towards Pooja and Karim. "Karim bhi poora enjoy kar raha hai." He said lecherously.

"I agree." Sanjay said. "Pooja wakai bahut hot lag rahi...bahut sexy salwar kameez hai."

"Toh Rahul tumne Pooja ki help ki kya yeh salwar kameez kharidne mein? tumhari pasand hai kya?" Ashfaq asked.

Rahul smiled sheepishly. "Haan pasand toh meri hai...Pooja ko thoda manana pada yeh salwar kameez pehne ke liye."

"Bilkul theek kiya...sexy body hai tumhari wife ki, kapde bhi thode sexy pehen ne chahiye...tum apni Rashmi di ko hi dekho, kitni sexy lag rahi hai ghagra choli mein." Sanjay stated encouragingly. "Maine hi pasand kiya tha yeh ghagra choli."

"Rashmi bhi bahut sexy lag rahi hai...sahi hai tum dono chahte ho apni biwi ko show off karna toh kapde toh aise sexy pehan ne chahiye, hum jaise bandon ke liya acha hai." Ashfaq said with a smirk.

"Haan Ashfaq hamara tere jaisa band dimag hai nahi...open minded hain hum, khubsurat biwi hai toh sexy kapde bhi pehan ni chahiye, biwi ka confidence badta hai." Sanjay responded. "Tujhe nazar pherni hai toh pher...tujhe waise bhi aise cheap maze lena pasand hai." The two of them were just playfully picking on each other.

A little bit later the four came back from the dance floor. Both Karim and Surinder were breathing pretty hard. It was not very surprising since both of them were out of shape and were pot bellied.

"Karim bhai aur Surinder bhai toh thak gaye...chalo Ashfaq bhai aap ki bari ab, mujhe dance partner chahiye." Rashmi said.

"Chalo...party mein aaye hain...thoda fun bhi kar lete hai." Saying that he slipped his arm around her bare waist and winked at Sanjay and Rahul. Then he moved his hand down and squeezed her ass cheek quickly.

"Ashfaq bhai!" She exclaimed in an embarrassed tone. "Aap bahut kharab hote ja rahe ho." He just grinned back at her.

Rahul glanced at Sanjay and it was obvious he did not mind his wife being groped by his business partner. Sanjay was just smiling.

"Chalo Pooja ab meri baari.". Then he paused staring at her. "Aur yeh dupatta rehne do...iski zaroorat nahi hai." Saying that Sanjay grabbed the dupatta to pull it off her.

Instinctively Pooja grabbed the dupatta. "Nahi...ajeeb sa lagta hai salwar kameez bina dupatte ke." She protested.

"It is okay hata do dupatta...dresses bhi toh bina dupatte ke pehnti ho." Rahul reminded her with his heart beating erratically. Pooja looked at her husband locking eyes with him.

Sanjay tugged at the dupatta and she held on it for a few seconds but then let it go. An involuntary shiver went through her body when the dupatta was pulled off. Now the men had a better, unobstructed view of her bare upper chest, the swell of her soft, creamy breasts. Her cleavage looked so alluring with her mangalsutra necklace drawing attention to the soft upper swell of her breasts.

"Sahi hai Pooja, tumhe chunni ki zaroorat nahi hai, zyada sexy lag rahi ho bina chuni ke." Rashmi said approvingly. "Dekho toh zara een ko, kaise aakhein nahi hat rahi hai tumse." Rashmi pointed to the five men.

"Mast maal hai tumhari biwi." Ashfaq whispered to Rahul lecherously.

A thrill went through Pooja's body seeing the look of unbridled lust in the eyes of the five men. Sanjay at grinned at Rahul and put his arm around Pooja's waist, leading her to the dance floor

Except for Rahul the four guys alternated dancing with Pooja and Rashmi. Rahul had a hard on watching the four of them run their hands on his wife's nubile body. He was very thankful the lighting was dim where he stood. Some other guests also danced with Pooja and Rashmi. The party was in full swing with everyone drinking.

When it was close to midnight, finally Pooja dragged Rahul to the dance floor. "Mujhe ab tumhare saath dance karna hai...abhi thodi der mein new year ki countdown start hone wali hai." She sounded a little bit tipsy.

Pooja put her arms around her husband's neck and kissed him softly as they danced. "Enjoying yourself jaanu?" She asked.

"Haan meri jaan...enjoy kar raha hoon...aur tum enjoy kar rahe ho?...dance karna enjoy kar rahi ho?"

"It is fun...Sanjay jiju ke dost bahut flirty hain aur bade touchy feely bhi hain...haat teekte hi nahin unke." She locked eyes with her husband. "Tumne dekha na...yehi dekhna tha meri jaanu ne?...I can feel your hardness." Pooja was excited since she was enjoying the attention, being object of lust. It was very thrilling.

"Bahut sexy lag rahi hai meri jaan...very hot watching them feel you up." Rahul said lustily. He locked lips with her kissing her, an open mouthed wanton kiss. As the new year was rung in he moved his hands down grabbing her luscious, round ass over the salwar kameez.

When they got off the dance floor, Rashmi said teasingly, "Rahul mujhe toh laga tha ki tum dance floor pe hee meri choti behan ke saath apni puri hawas utar doge." Rashmi had been drinking quite a bit and it was obvious that she was drunk..

Pooja turned crimson hearing the comment. "Rashmi didi...aap bahut kharab ho." She exclaimed with embarrassment.

"Isme sharmana kaisa Pooja...tum dono young ho, pura fun karna chahiye tumhe khul ke." Surinder said lecherously.

The party continued in full swing for another hour after midnight and then slowly people started leaving. By 2 am all the guests left, as well as the catering staff and the DJ. Only the seven of them were left, Rashmi, Sanjay, Ashfaq, Karim, Surinder, Rahul and Pooja.

"Mujhe bhi jaana hai...main bhi nikalta hoon." Surinder said. "Chal Karim tujhe bhi drop off karna hai." He had given the ride to Karim knowing that he likes drinking quite a bit.

"Okay...chal chalein." He said drunkenly.

Pooja said to Rashmi, "Didi hum bhi sone ke liye jayenge ab kaafi raat ho gayee hai...kaunse bedroom mein Rahul aur main soyenge?"

"Kya baat kar rahi ho Pooja abhi toh raat jawan hai...yaar tu bhi na...enjoy kar aur drinks piyo...let's dance." Rashmi was slurring very badly. She was very drunk and was barely standing straight.

"I think you should go to bed honey." Sanjay said with a chuckle. "Arey Ashfaq zara apni bhabhi ko hamare bedroom le ja...tera bedroom bhi tayar hai, you sleep too...mein in dono ko inka bedroom dikha doon." Ashfaq was staying the night too.

Sanjay and Karim left and Ashfaq helped Rashmi to her bedroom.

Sanjay led them to the bedroom where Rashmi had put their bag. "So this is your bedroom." Sanjay said with a smile. "Is it okay?"

"Haan jiju...this is fine." Pooja responded.

"So tum dono ne enjoy kiya party?"

"Haan Sanjay we had fun." Rahul said.

"It was very nice to have two...especially Pooja." Sanjay grinned as he slipped his arm around her slender waist. "Having a hottie like your wife at a party...makes the party even better."

"Yeah can't argue with that...baat bilkul sahi hai." Rahul smiled as his gaze met Sanjay's and held it for a few moments.

Sanjay pulled Pooja even tighter against him while keeping his eyes locked with Rahul said. "I hope ki tumhe bura nahi laga mere dost kuch zyada friendly ho gaye thay Pooja ke saath...thode flirty hain teeno, tumne dekha hi Rashmi ke saath kaise flirt kar rahe thay lekin woh bechare bhi kya karte, ek toh Pooja itni khubsoorat hai upar se...itni sexy salwar kameez pehni hai...very hot saali hai meri." Lowering his hand he cupped her round ass and squeezed it.

"Jiju!...Kya kar rahe ho, you are being very bad." Pushing his hand away, she pulled away from him. Her heart was pounding. Pooja was already very turned due to all the flirting and having felt the hands of other men on her body. She looked at her husband and his face was a mask of lust. Pooja knew right away that tonight she will be breaking her wedding wows.

"Itna kya sharmati hai meri jaan...saali toh aadhi gharwali hoti hai." He said lecherously and hugged her behind. Pulling her close. She could feel his hardness on the upper swell of her ass. "Kya bolta hai Rahul...theek hai na?"

"Haan bilkul theek baat hai." Rahul said huskily. He was rock hard. HIs eyes met Pooja's as Sanjay grabbed her boobs and squeezed them while kissing her shoulder and neck. She was breathing hard and biting her lower lip.

"Mast maal hai yaar teri biwi...aisi maal biwi ko toh doosre mardon ko dikhana hi chahiye, aise sexy kapde pahanane chahiye...cruise pe mera toh lund khada ho gaya tha Pooja ko woh choti si bikini mein dekh ke...poora iska gora gora mast jism display pe tha." He said to Rahul crudely as he continued to maul her breasts. "Chal teri biwi ko nanga karte hai...ees saali ko nanga dekhne ke liye main tadap raha hoon." Pooja's face turned crimson as Sanjay pulled off her kameez and her husband took off her salwar. Leaving her only in the pink thong.

Sanjay stepped back taking his clothes off and admiring Pooja's hot ass. She nervously stared at her husband feeling very ashamed, her body trembling slightly. Rahul took her into his arms. "Jaanu...mere jaanu...you sure about this? yehi chahta hai mera baby?" She asked nervously.

"Haan meri jaan...apni jaan ko sex karte hue dekhna hai." He whispered lustily.

"Kal subh uth ke koi pachtawa toh nahi hoga?...you will still love me?" She asked shyly. Just looking for reassurance.

"Always baby...I will love you always." Saying that Rahul kissed her passionately. Taking her bare asscheeks in his hands, kneading them.

After taking his clothes off, Sanjay just stood there stroking his hard cock watching the loving young couple kiss. Noticing Sanjay staring at them, Rahul broke off the kiss. Turning his wife around to face Sanjay, he whispered in her ear, "Jaa apne jiju ke paas...tere liye bahut bekarar hai." He gently pushed her towards Sanjay.

Pooja shyly stared at the swarthy, hairy body of the potty bellied forty-nine-year old man. She stared at his hard seven inch dark cock which he was stroking. Without even thinking she compared his cock with her husband's. Sanjay's cock was shorter than her husband's but thicker with thick veins criss crossing the shaft. She felt moisture seep into the folds of her pussy and felt butterflies in her stomach knowing that another man's cock is going to be buried in her married pussy.

"Mast maal hai teri biwi yaar, mast maal hai." Sanjay remarked as he lustily ran his eyes over her smooth, fair-skinned body. Her small firm breasts topped with the small, hard pink nipples, long legs, flat stomach, round ass and her pretty, innocent looking face.

Pooja felt the heat rising to her face as the middle aged man looked at her as if she was a piece of meat. "Arey Rahul...tu sex karte hue iske saath dirty talk karta hai kya?" Sanjay asked.

"Haan...karta hoon." Rahul responded as he took off his clothes, freeing his hard cock.

"Hindi aur English dono mein?...sab kuch bolta hai? Gaali waali sab? No limits?" Sanjay's eyes lit up as Rahul nodded in affirmation. He had never talked dirty in hindi to any woman before. Rashmi never allowed it either. "Sahi hai yaar...Rashmi ko bilkul pasand nahi hai dirty talk, woh sochti hai ki bahut disrespectful hai aurton ki taraf...bahut modern hai, open minded, flirty lekin aaj tak aur kisi ke saath sex nahi kiya mere alawa..haan bas thoda sa haath pherne deti hai doosron ko jab mood mein hoti hai, jaise aaj thi." Sanjay remarked as he pulled Pooja into his arms.

Rahul stroked his cock seeing his wife in the arms of the middle aged man. He ran his hand over her smooth back. Lowering his hands to cup her luscious ass. "Bhenchod tune toh poora lund khada kara diya...badi mast maal hai tu saali, tujhe toh bahut chodunga." Hearing the crude hindi words from another man was a shock to her. It her made feel very slutty, dirty and also inflamed her arousal.

Sanjay locked his lips with her and she put her hands behind his head. She passionately kissed him back. Their tongues intertwined with each others. Sucked on each other's tongues and lips, swapping saliva. Rahul's cock leaked pre-cum watching the wanton sight of his beautiful new bride kissing another man. A man almost twice her age.

After kissing her for almost five minutes, Sanjay pushed down Pooja onto her knees. "Lund choos mera ab haramzadi...randi saali." Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he pulled her face to his cock. She wrapped her dainty fingers around his hard, throbbing cock and opened her mouth wrapping her pink lips around the uncircumcised thick cockhead. "Aaah...choos mera lund haramzadi." Sanjay groaned deliriously as her tongue licked around on the silky smooth foreskin stretched around the flaring cockhead. Then she started bobbing her head up and down on the cock. Holding it at the base with one hand and with the other hand caressed his hairy balls.

"Bhenchod teri nayee naveli dulhan toh puri raand hai, abhi tak shaadi ki mehndi utari bhi nahi hai, choora bhi pehna hua hai aur yeh paraye mard ka lund choos rahi hai...pura khada kar rahi hai mera lund, gila kar rahi hai taki mujhe ache se chudwa sake apni choot...randi saali." He said lustily to Rahul and started thrusting his cock into her mouth. Using her mouth like a fuck hole.

Rahul just kept stroking his cock watching his new bride being used like a slut.

"Arey teri maa ki choot...yeh kya ho raha hai." Ashfaq suddenly walked into the room. He was completely shocked at the sight of Sanjay fucking Pooja's pretty face.

"Aaja tu bhi aaja...ees saali ko lund chahiye...tujhe bola tha na ki ees kamini ko chodenge aaj." Sanjay said to his friend.

"Woh dono chutiye toh pachtayenge...teri baat pe yekin nahi kiya." Ashfaq chuckled referring to Karim and Surinder as he took off his clothes. Glancing at Rahul, he said, "Itni khubsurat teri nayee dulhan, lekin puri chinaal."

Ashfaq went and stood beside his friend. Sanjay pulled her off his cock and hissed her. "Ashfaq ka lund choos ab." Without any hesitation she took the Pakistani man's circumcised cock into her mouth.

"Haramzadi gasti...lund choos...pura ley mera lund munh mein." Ashfaq growled as he started roughly face fucking her. Forcing her to take more of his seven inch cock. Eventually she was able to take his entire cock down her throat. She started gagging and pulled back letting his cock fall out of her mouth. She was breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. "Iski maa ki choot, aisi raand toh kabhi nahi dekhi kya mast lund choosti hai yeh chinaal."

"Ab zara meri taraf bhi dhyan de kutiya." Sanjay grabbed a fistul of her and pulled her face to his hairy balls. "Tatte chaat mere, choos mere tatte haramzadi." Her nostril was filled with a mix of musky and sweaty odor. The heady smell made her feel very dirty. She licked on the hairy, wrinkly nutsack. Taking his balls one by one in her mouth and sucked on them. After servicing his balls for a few minutes, she sucked on his cock. She alternated between sucking on Sanjay's and Ashfaq's cocks and balls. She had completely given into her baser instincts.

"Chal bahut ho gaya ab tujhe chodenge behen ki laudi." Saying that Ashfaq glanced at Rahul who was stroking his cock. "Arey tu bhi chuswa le apna lund...teri hi biwi hai." He chuckled saying that.

Rahul came and stood in front of his wife. Pooja looked up at her husband shyly, biting her lower lip. Seeing the look on her face, he knew she was very turned on. Grabbing her husband's cock she took it into her mouth. Tasting the precum that was leaking.

"Yeh saali gasti tera bhi lund pura lund le leti hai munh mein?" Ashfaq asked crudely as he noticed that Rahul's cock was bigger than his and Sanjay's. He felt a bit envious.

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"Haan pura le leti hai." Rahul said proudly as he shoved more of his cock inside his wife's mouth.


"Acha train kiya hai tune ees chinaal ko." Ashfaq remarked.

"Maine nahi...iska college mein boyfriend tha, usne sikhaya isko lund choosna."

"Acha?...ees haramzadi ke yaar bhi thay shaadi se pehle...aur bhi lund liye hai isne...puri randi hai yeh toh." Ashfaq stated. "Sahi hai tu eese humse chudwa raha hai...tere jaise aur pati hone chahiye jo apni biwi ko doosron se chudwana pasand karte hain."

"Bilkul theek bol raha hai Ashfaq...doosre ki biwi ko chodna ka mazaa hi kuch aur hai, khas tor pe aisi jawan aur khubsurat biwi...dekh zara saali ne pura lund munh mein le liya hai." Sanjay remarked watching Rahul's cock shoved completely down her throat with her nose buried in pubic hair.

Rahul faced fucked his wife for a little bit more and then helped her stand up. He wanted to watch her get fucked now. Breathing hard, she stared at her husband. After have her face fucked by three hard cocks, her pretty face looked messy. Her hair was disheveled since Sanjay and Ashfaq had been roughly pulling her hair while face fucking her. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately, running his hands over her body. Sqeezing her round, bubble butt.

Breaking off the kiss, he lustily whispered to her, "Ab meri jaan ko maine chudte hue dekhna. Puri raand ban ke chudna...puri taange khol dena apne een dono yaaron ke liye." She bit her lower lip shyly and just nodded. Turning her around to face the two lusty, lecherous, older men, Rahul gently pushed her towards them.

Both the older man hungrily stared at her. "Rahul...teri biwi hai tu puri raand...lekin jo bhi bolo badi khubsurat hai, puri maal hai...gora, chikna badan makhan jaisa...sexy body...mast gol gaand...nice small firm boobs with pink nipples." As Ashfaq said these words, it seemed he was almost drooling.

Bending down Ashfaq kissed her tits and then took her nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it and then bit it. Pooja gasped and moaned. "Aaah..ouch...oh god!...Ashfaq bhai...na..nah." She mewled lustily. Putting her hand on the back of Ashfaq's head, she ran her fingers through his hair. Caressing his head as the older man feasted on her tit.

Sanjay kissed her other breast, sucked on her pink nipple. When he bit on her nipple, she whined lustily. "Hai ram...na jiju...na...dard hota hai." She caressed his head too but did not make no attempt to stop either of the men. Just enjoying the erotic pain as the two older men sucked on her tits and hard pink nipples. Bit on them.

When they removed their faces from her tits, Rahul noticed a few bite marks and hickeys on his wife's soft, creamy breasts. He was filled with his angst seeing that his wife had been marked by these two men. But his cock leaked pre-cum.

Ashfaq then pulled her into his arms and locked lips with her. Pooja opened her lips to let his tongue invade her mouth. She lustily kissed back the older Pakistani man. Her cunt was on fire. Rahul stroked his hard cock watching his young beautiful wife kissing the older Pakistani man. Her smooth, creamy skin and svelte young body contrasted sharply with the dark-skinned, pot-bellied, hairy body of the older man. His beautiful young ***** wife kissing a lecherous, older '. man. A man almost twice her age. This was so taboo. As these thoughts ran through his mind copious amount of pre-cum leaked out of his cock.

"Chal zara apni gaand theek se dikha...badi mast gaand hai teri, tere yaaron ne toh tujhe sikhaya hi hoga kaise mardon ko ek randi apni gaand dikhati hai." Sanjay said to her after Ashfaq stopped kissing her.

She shyly looked at her husband and he just nodded at her. Moving to the side of the bed, she bent over the bed. Keeping her legs straight, she put her elbows on the bed. Arched her back and stuck out her luscious ass. As she felt completely ashamed presenting herself in such a lewd way. Her pussy leaked more fuck juices. The crotch of her panties was sopping wet and plastered to her pussy lips.

Both the older man groaned seeing her luscious round ass. The back of her skimpy pink thong disappeared between her smooth, creamy ass cheeks. "Bhenchod...kya gaand hai mast." Ashfaq stepped forward and ran his hands over her ass, squeezing the ass cheeks. "Randi...chinaaal saali..." He hissed at her and slapped her ass hard a few times. Pooja yelped loudly. The slaps stung. Her ass turned red with finger imprints of the older man.

"Dekh haramzadi ki chut kitni gilli hai...iski kachi gilli ho ke chipak gayee hai iski chut ke upar." Sanjay remarked as he stepped forward. He also delivered a few hard smacks on her round ass making Pooja yelp.

"Chal randi bistar pe let ja...ab chodunga tujhe." Ashfaq barked at her.

Pooja got on the bed, laying down on her back. Ashfaq got on the bed and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her thong. She immediately raised her hips so that the older Pakistani man could take off her panties. Making her married pussy available to a man as old as her father.

"Dekh behen ki laudi ko kitni betab hai chudne ke liye." Sanjay remarked as he glanced at Rahul and then stared back at her bald, smooth pussy. "Saali ne apni puri jhante bhi shave kar ke rakhi hai, jaise dhande wali randi karti hai."

Pooja's pussy tingled with anticipation as the older Pakistani man got between her legs and lined his dark cock with her wet, pink pussy lips. "Lund chahiye mera?...Apni shaadi shuda chut mein paraye mard ka lunda lena hai?" He asked tauntingly.

Pooja just nodded. "Tere abbu ki umar ka hoon haramzadi aur teri chut puri gilli padi hai mere liye...raand saali kabhi koi _ ka lund liya hai kya?" He asked aggressively.

"Nahi." She said softly as a shiver went down her spine thinking about this completely shocking and unacceptable dalliance. Pooja's and Rahul's entire family would disown her if they ever came to know that she let a '. man fuck her. Especially her father would be very upset. She spread her legs even more.

"Tum saali ***** ladkiyan badi chinaal ho." Saying that he shoved his cock into her pussy. Pooja gasped loudly as the thick dark cock stretched her pussy.

Aaaah...uuhhhh...hai ram." Pooja moaned lustily and grabbed Ashfaq's hairy ass.

"Mast tight chut hai teri...raand saali." Ashfaq pulled back and again slammed his cock into her. "Le mera lund...le mera lund pura...lund bhuki haramzadi." He growled as he started fucking her with long steady strokes. Pooja kept moaning loudly while holding on to his ass.

Rahul was out of mind with lust watching the older '. man fucking his new bride. Stroking his cock seeing the hairy ass move back and forth between the wide open legs of his wife. Watching intently as the hairy ass clench every time Ashfaq shoved his cock into his wife's pussy.

"Iski maa ki chut...kya mast chud rahi hai teri biwi...kash Rashmi bhi doosre mardon se aise chudne ke liye maan jaye..bahut convince karne ki koshish ki lekin manti nahi hai." Sanjay confided in Rahul who was kind of surprised by the admission. Suddenly Pooja shrieked loudly as she started cumming hard.

Her body writhed, toes curled and she desperately clutched the bedsheet as intense sensations coursed through her body. Pulling out his cock, Ashfaq got out from between her open legs. "Saali ki chut badi tight hai...haramzadi ne almost mera paani nikal diya." Ashfaq remarked breathing hard as he stood up. "Bhenchodi ko ab tu chod...mujhe itni jaldi nahi paani nikalna hai." Ashfaq grinned. He did not want to cum so soon. Wanted to fuck the young wife more. "Saali kitni aasani se orgasm kar gayee...chinaal kahin ki...isko toh bas chut mein lund chahiye."

Sanjay got on the bed and said to Pooja, "Chal ghum ke ghutno pe aaja...tujhe kuttiya bana ke chodunga." She shyly glanced at her husband and turned over onto her stomach. Then she propped up her ass on her knees. "Randi saali...chudakkad...tu aaj yahan chudne ke liye ayee thi." Sanjay said lustily as he stared at her luscious ass which was still reddened and had finger imprints. Her wet, glistening pink pussy lips peeked between her thighs. "Haramzadi...itni khubsurat hai tu...mast gora gora chikna jism hai tera."

He delivered hard smacks on her round ass making Pooja groan. "Aaaah Jiju...naa...hurt hota hai."

"Lekin tujhe yeh dard pasand hai...hai ki nahi?" Sanjay growled and again smacked her ass a few times making her yelp loudly. Then without any finesse shoved his cock into her wet, receptive pussy.

Pooja gasped loudly at the sudden intrusion. "Oh fuck...aaahh..ooohh...unnnhh...oh mere jiju." She moaned deliriously as Sanjay started fucking her with hard, deliberate thrusts.

Hearing her gasp and moan like that inflamed Rahul's arousal. Also hearing her choora making clinking sounds aroused him. He got up on the bed in front of his wife. She looked up at her husband with her mouth half open and breathing hard. Her pretty face was a mask of lust. She was in the throes of sexual passion. He bent down and kissed his wife as another man pounded her married pussy. Sanjay was using her like a piece of fuck meat.

"Aaah meri jaan...yehi dekhna tha mere baby ne?...paraya aadmi mujhe fuck kar raha hai baby...tumhari biwi ko, yehi dekhna tha?" She asked breathlessly as Sanjay kept funking her.

"Haan meri jaanu, yehi dekhna tha...meri jaan ko chudte hue dekhna tha aur kisi aadmi se...raand bana ke chod raha hai tujhe tera jija...tu uski aadhi gharwali hai, apne jija ka bistar garam karegi." He said lustily and again kissed her lustily. Sucking on her tongue and lips, exchanging saliva as another man kept fucking her. As he kissed her, Pooja again climaxed. Desperately she wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and tightly held on as the intense sensations coursed through her body. Her body writhed and she almost passed out.

"Oooooh...aaaah...Rahuuul...Raaahul...babyeeee...pagal kar diya hai..aaaa..unnggghhh." She mumbled deliriously tightly holding on to her husband.

As her orgasm was subsidizing, Sanjay moved away and his place was quickly taken by Ashfaq. He roughly shoved his cock into her sopping wet pussy and started fucking her again. "Aisi raand pe toh aise hi baari baari se bandon ko chadna chahiye...ek baad ek lund ghusne chahiye ees chinal ki chut mein." Ashfaq said to Rahul as he fucked his wife. Pooja was truly feeling like a completely slut as the two men took turns on her. She was being passed among the two as a fucktoy.

"Yeh kuttiya gaand mein leti hai kya?" Ashfaq asked.

"Nahi...kabhi liya nahi hai gaand mein." Rahul responded.

"Chal agli bari jab isko tu chudwane ke liye layega toh iski gaand bhi marenge...ab ki baari iski chut se hi maze lete hain." Sanjay said with a grin.

Both the older men were very greedy and wanted to last longer. Wanted to fuck this young beautiful married woman as long as possible. Whenever either of them was close to cumming they would switch places and fucked her in different positions. Both of them fucked her for almost one hour and made Pooja orgasm multiple times.

Ashfaq was the first one to climax and came inside her with a loud grunt. His hairy body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat. As he slowly withdrew his deflating cock, cum leaked out of Pooja's gaping open reddened pussy lips. Rahul's cock twitched and leaked precum seeing the obscene sight of his wife's pussy leaking another man's baby making seed.

"Haramazadi...randi saali...nikal hi diya mere lund ka paani." Ashfaq said crudely as he stood up. "Maza a gaya ees gashti ko chod ke...itni mast gashti kabhi nahi chodi. Pura thaka diya, main chaloon sone ke liye, subah jaldi uth ke ghar jaana hai apni begum ke paas." Saying that he left after picking up his clothes.

His place was quickly taken up by Sanjay. He pushed back her legs till her knees were by her shoulders. She was obscenely spread open. "Teri biwi ki choot puri khol de hi hum dono ke lund ne...sahi ki raand bana diya hai teri nayee naveli dulhan ko." Saying that Sanjay shoved his cock into her sloppy pussy. He fucked her hard and fast. Soon he also came depositing more baby making juice in Pooja's pussy.

"Sahi mein maza a gaya yaar...aisi jawan, khubsurat raand kabhi nahi chodi aaj se pehle...mast tight chut hai ees haramzadi ki." Sanjay commented crudely as he withdrew his shrinking cock. More cum leaked out of Pooja's pussy as his cock came out. She was feeling completely ashamed now and as soon as Sanjay got off her, she turned sideways and hid her face in her arm."Chal main bhi chaloon sone ke liye...lekin ek cheez ka khyal rakhna, yeh sab jo hua, uska zikar galti se bhi Rashmi ke samne mat karna." Sanjaye winked at Rahul. "Ab tu apni raand biwi ke saath maze ley." Sanjay picked up his clothes and left.

"Jaanu please darwaza band kar do." Pooja said softly as soon as Sanjay left. Rahul went and shut the door. Pooja kept her face covered as Rahul got back on the bed. He gently pushed her onto her back. She immediately covered her face with her hands. "Kya kar rahi hai Pooja?...aise apni shakal kyon chhupa rahi hai?"

"Oh god I am feeling so embarrassed now...mujhe yakin nahi ho raha ki maine itna kuch kar diya...bahut sharm aa rahi hai ab." She said in an ashamed tone.

"It is okay...haath hatao apne." Saying that Rahul removed her hands from her face. "Bahut hot tha tumko sex karte hue dekhna. " He said to her as she shyly looked at him. "I love you baby." He said to her lovingly.

"I love you too...happy now? tumhari dirty fantasy puri ho gayee." She said bashfully.

"Very happy...apni sexy biwi ko chudte hue dekhna tha...asal mein dekhna toh aur bhi zyada hot hai...puri randi bana ke choda meri biwi ko." He said lustily as he got between her legs and pushed her legs apart.

"Na meri jaan aisi gandi language mein na bol...un dono waise hi bahut gandi gaaliyan aur ghatiya words use kiye." She turned her face away and closed her eyes. Remembering the crude, profane, dirty words the older men used.

"Chudai ke time mein yeh sab toh hota hi hai...chudte hue toh tu randi hi thi unki...you moaned like a complete slut as they fucked you baby." He stared at his wife's well fucked pussy, cum was leaking out of it. Her pussy was a obscene sight.

"Udhar na dekh...please baby, bahut ganda hai." She whined. But Rahul wanted a closer look. He pushed her legs back and bent down to have a closer look. "Oh meri jaan...bahut ganda hai." She was feeling very ashamed.

"_ ka lund liya apni chut mein, randi saali, tere baap ya mere baap ko pata chalega toh dono ka dimag kharab ho jayega." Just thinking about the tabooness, his cock twitched. He lowered his face and a heady odor assailed his nostrils. He started licking her freshly fucked pussy.

"Na meri jaan...naa...bahut gandi hoon main...na kar." She protested but put her hands behind her husband's head and pushed his face into her pussy. Rahul hungrily ate out his wife's well-fucking, cum leaking pussy. He made her climax on his mouth a couple of times and then made love to her. Adding more cum in his wife's pussy. After making love they were just too tired and fell asleep.

When Pooja woke up in the morning, Rahul was not next to her on the bed. She sat up and then heard the shower running. Rahul was showering. She got up and collected her strewn clothes and put them in the bag. As she was taking out clothes that she was going to wear home, Rahul came out of the bathroom. "Good Morning baby." He said sheepishly.

"Good Morning...main jaldi se shower le leti hoon phir ghar chalte hain." She responded while avoiding to look at her husband. They both were feeling very awkward now.

"Okay...theek hai." He quickly responded as he stared at her naked body. He felt a pit forming in the bottom of his stomach seeing the bite marks and hickeys on his wife's breasts. As Pooja walked passed him he stared at her reddened ass with finger imprints. He felt very guilty seeing the marks on her body. Those two were really rough with her.

After showering she came out of the bathroom wearing jeans and long sleeved top. Rahul went to her and hugged her tightly. "I am sorry jaanu...woh dono bahut zyada hi rough ho gaye tumhare saath, kitne nishan hai body pe. Does it hurt?' He asked guiltily.

"It fine Rahul...I am okay, thoda sa dard hai kuch khaas nahi." She reassured him and hugged him back tightly. "Do you think less of me baby?" She softly asked in a needy tone.

"Nahi meri jaan...you are my everything, I will never think less of you...I love you Jaan." He said honestly.

"Okay...I just want to get out of here...if Rashmi di asks about breakfast, say no. We will get something on our way. I feel so terrible facing her." She said in a guilty tone.

"Don't do that you yourself...it is okay." He said to her and she just nodded. Then as she glanced at the bed, her eyes opened wide. There were quite a few dried spots on the bed and two that were especially big.

"Oh shit...this is going to be so embarrassing. I will have to let Rashmi di know about it or just tell her to wash the bedsheet without even looking at it." Pooja quickly pulled off the bedsheet and dumped it on the floor.

Rashmi and Sanjay were in the kitchen. Sanjay was eating breakfast. "Sorry didi hum thoda late uthe." She said to Rashmi while completely avoiding to look at Sanjay. Rahul followed behind her carrying the bag.

"Arey koi baat nahi hume bhi zyada der nahi hui hai uthe hue...anyways Happy New Year!" Rashmi hugged Pooja.

"Happy New Year didi." Pooja smiled.

"I am very sorry Pooja and Rahul...drank a bit too much last night...pata hi nahi chala kab sone ke liye chali gai." She said contritely.

"Koi baat nahi Rashmi di...it is okay." Pooja said.

"Arey Happy New Year saali saheba." Sanjay said playfully.

"Happy New Year to you also Jiju." She responded without even looking at him. Then she whispered to Rashmi. "Didi zara ek baat karni hai." She pulled her aside and told her about the spots on the bedsheet and apologized for it.

"That is okay Pooja...tum dono newlywed couple ho, I am glad tumne mere ghar mein fun kiya." She whispered with knowing grin. "Don't worry about it...main woh bedsheet machine mein daal dungi...toh ab bolo breakfast mein kya khana pasand karoge?"

"Abhi bhukh nahi hai didi bas chalenge ab." Pooja responded.

"Kya bol rahi ho!...kuch toh kha ke jao...Rahul tum kuch khaoge?" Rashmi turned toward Rahul.

"Nahi didi mujhe bhi bhukh nahi hai." He smiled awkwardly.

"Lekin kuch chai, coffee...kuch pioge?" She asked them.

"Thank you didi kuch nahi...bas ab ghar ke liye nikalte hain hum der ho rahi hai." Pooja said in an apologetic tone.

"Okay theek hai...I sure hope you two had fun last night though." Rashmi remarked.

Pooja felt butterflies in her stomach hearing Rashmi's remark. She glanced at Sanjay who just grinned at her. "Haan didi it was a lot of fun...bahut achi party thi."

"Tum dono party mein aye ees liye party zyada fun rahi...we need to have you two over more often." Sanjay said with a sly grin. Pooja felt heat rising to her face and she quickly turned her face away towards Rahul.

"Chalo Rahul." She said to him.

Sanjay and Rashmi walked them to the door. Rashmi warmly hugged Pooja, "We have to get together again soon." She said and then moved to give a hug to Rahul.

Sanjay hugged Pooja and she uncomfortably wrapped her arms around him. He cupped her ass and whispered in her ear, "Haramzadi teri garam chut ko chod ke maza aa gaya, jaldi dobara milenge ab ki baari Surinder aur Karim bhi tujhe chodenge...char lund legi ek bad ek randi jaisi." Hearing the filthy, obscene words a shiver went down her spine and her pussy tingled.

"Theek hai saali saheba jaldi milne ka plan banate hain." Sanjay said loudly as he separated from her and shook hands with Rahul.

"Theek hai jiju." She sounded a bit flustered.

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Rahul tumhare saath party karne ka maza hi kuch aur hi...I will call you, plan something." Sanjay said to Rahul.


"Okay give me a call." Rahul responded trying to said very nonchalant.

As he drove, Rahul took Pooja's hand in his, holding it lovingly. "You okay jaanu?"

"Yeah I am fine..." She smiled uncomfortably at her husband.

"Maine dekha tumhare jiju ne haath phera tum par...kaan mein kya khusar phusar kar raha tha?"

She shyly looked at her husband and said, "Bol raha tha ki jaldi dobara mil na chahta hai."

"Bas itna hai bola?...mujhe laga ki kaafi kuch whisper kar raha tha."

"Jaanu woh bas kuch gandi baatein bhi boli usne." She felt very ashamed.

"Acha...Kya bola?" Rahul asked in an excited tone.

"Baby!...kal raat ko jaisi baatein bol raha tha gaali ke saath." Her face turned crimson.

"Meri jaan ko phir se chodne ki baat kar raha tha?" His cock was hard.

"Haan...aur bol raha tha ki next time Karim aur Surinder honge, char log mere saath sex karenge." Her pussy got wet as she said that.

"Char nahi baby...paanch chodenge tujhe, main bhi chodunga tujhe...gangbang karenge tujhe, ek baad ek chadenge tere upar, raand bana ke chodenge meri jaan ko." His cock was rock hard and his words were dripping with lust.

Pooja clenched her thighs tightly and bit her lower lip gently. She was shocked that the she was getting so turned on by this wanton talk. "Nahi baby...we cannot do this again...this is wrong. Main shadi shuda aurat hoon, mujhe aisa nahi karna chahiye." She fought through her arousal. "Just forget about this all...we will never meet Rashmi or Sanjay ever again." She said firmly.

THE END

[darknightzuta]

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[ninebythreeinches]

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[Bhikhumumbai]

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[Neo_]

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[peter171]

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[Kalyan143]

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[darknightzuta]

Waiting for update....please continue....the story is too hot..

[masochist]

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[justafantasydear]

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[raj500265]

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[Opp69]

Fuuuuuck man.... What a story.... Must be from a paid source. (Can you share the source so I can buy/read other stories from the original author)..  Awesome. I know there will not be any part 2, if anyone can continue please do. Thank you very much.
Edit : found in literotica but author has only one story...