Sultry wife, Sonali

[Uthita_Lingam]

ripped u for such a nice and erotic writing

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

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

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

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

"Oh really?" Vinod scoffed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wait. What?" She stammered.

"You heard me." Sunil stated.

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

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

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

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

"You're on too!" Sonali laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Vikram has a Plan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Um - " she hesitated at this unexpected development.

"And, you lost the bet."

"Yea. I guess that's okay."

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

Harinder looked at him questioningly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Munni badnaam hui, darling tere liye

Munni ke gaal gulabi, nain sharabi, chaal nawabi re

Le zandu bomb hui, darling tere liye

Munni badnaam hui, darling tere liye

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

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

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

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

"Yes," she breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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u r always super

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[nand]

All your stories are super. This one is gem of all. Thank you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I love the way you capture and maintain the readers "attention".

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

Aaj Dikhade Mujhe Love Karke

Oh Baby Baahon Mein Bharke

His hand went to the drawstring of her salwar.

Oh Jo Bhi Sohca Sapnon Mein

Woh Aaj Dikhade Mujhe Sab Karke

Sonali inhaled sharply.

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

Oh Jo Bhi Sohca Sapnon Mein

Woh Aaj Dikhade Mujhe Sab Karke

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

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Tu Isaq Mera, Tu Isaq Mera

Tu Hi Meri Raaton Ka Nasha

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

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

"Just say no."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Great story....now all I need to do is to see if my wife also loves it......most she has ever had were two men at one time...!

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

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

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

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

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